How time flys...

Pick a door...

to go into

to take off your clothes

to better allow a strange man

to put cold jelly on your boob

to view a lump.

Cuz it's been 6 months since the last time he did it.

This took me back...it was this same theme,

"Winnie the Pooh"

that was on the wall in the last radiology office I was in, completely

different hospital by the way...you'll see the humor

after I explain Kit Kat's joke.

It was a cool October day when I found myself topless

on a gurney in the radiology department.

I had found a lump and thought I oughtta be felt up, I mean

checked out by a total stranger.

I had the girls with me and in an effort to

keep them occupied I suggested a game of "I Spy."

All was going well.

It was my turn...

"I spy something orange and cuddly."

Milk Dud "Winnie the Pooh?"

"Yes Milk dud, I spy Winnie the Pooh."

Are you ready for this?

This is where it gets cute.

Kit Kat "Well, I spy Winnie the Boob!"

Needless to say she had the whole room laughing, which

is saying something since the entire hospital, or what seemed like it,

was in the room. I was lucky enough to be in the one office

that houses all the computers for the entire department!

Writing a report, come on in.

Viewing a scan, come on in.

Wanna see my boob, come on in!

But honestly, after bringing three children in this world,

why would I pretend that I have any shred of dignity left?

Cuz I don't.

Which is good, since it seems this isn't something that's going to stop.

(No worries, just a fibroadenoma,

or as I like to call her fibropaininmya**)

I've gotta say, if I had an amazing rack I'd be ok with all this.

You know, kinda like a price you pay.

Hell, I'd settle for a decent rack.

But, since I don't...Dr. G let's be realistic here, they're

not worth all this trouble. You take these, I'll get me a new pair

and we'll call it good.