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Friday, November 12, 2004 |
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Howdy, mamm... Sorry. Just back from the El Depresso Clinic. Or maybe that would be El Compresso. Ow! I don't want to do that anymore. I hate that. On the way home I thought maybe all this was my body's way of getting my breasts fondled by as many people as possible. Four and counting in the past 10 days. >sigh< It's not doing me a bit of good, though. Anyway, I went ahead and made an appointment with Jonathan Treasure in Ashland. I'll keep it regardless of what comes out of this. Hoping he'll help me find an open-minded wholistic doctor we can work with, and then we'll finally have one. I was permitted to use the Breast Cancer Early Detection funds, and so didn't have to pay today. All they did this afternoon was a series of mammograms and I must return Tuesday for the ultrasound. I talked my way back to the films hanging on the lightthingy. My breasts looked like clusters of cobwebs. How could anyone see anything in there? The woman who took the pictures said, "I'm not a radiologist, but I think that's it there." and she pointed to some places that looked just as cobwebby as all the other places. "I wouldn't worry," she added. "It's probably just a clogged milk duct or something." Wow. May-be. So I still know nothing except people keep feeling me up and saying, "That? Yeah, you're right, that's pretty big. Hm." I'll post further, uh, developments, as they transpire. Hungry pacing animals here.Gotta go. 4:45:28 PM  comment []
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