Monday, November 16, 2009

The Gratitude of a Hypochondriac

I'm a hypochondriac. It doesn't help that I know so many people my age who are receiving all kinds of sinister diagnoses. And it doesn't help that the last time I went to the doctor, she told me that since I'm adopted, I "should just assume I have everything because it's better to be safe than sorry." Clearly, she does not know me. Although you'd think she'd have an inkling since I'm in there all the time with a new bump for her to check.

Setting aside all the worries that come with being a hypochondriac, I thought I would get into the thankful spirit of this season: Today I am thankful that mammograms are not half as bad as I have heard.

That's it. No more details.

You are welcome.

4 comments:

Arby said...

Ahem...well...uh...doo dee doo dum dum...congratulations...on the...ahh...tolerable mammarian pancake assessment.

CrossView said...

ROFL! I'm glad you made it through!

Anonymous said...

Ha! That is funny. I giggled all the way through mine so they had to do it twice. It was just too funny! I couldn't help it. The technician told me I was the first patient she had ever had that had found it so amusing.
Marianna

Cynthia@RunningWithLetters said...

As a fellow hypochondriac, I can SO relate to this. In fact, if a friend my age hadn't had a bad mamo (she's fine now) I'd still be avoiding mine. But after a little pep talk from my doctor I went--but not without having an embarrassing meltdown on site, followed by several days of general freaking out while I awaited the results which I assumed would be invariably bad. They weren't, but that didn't keep the experience from being incredibly stressful. I'm proud that you did better!

And-as a side note to muddy the waters--my husband sent me this link today:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091117/ap_on_he_me/us_med_mammogram_advice