Ode to a Mammogram
For years and years they told me, Be careful of your breasts, Don't ever squeeze or bruise them, And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings, And protected them by law. Guarded them very carefully, And my bra I always wore.
After 30 years of astute care, My Doctor found a lump. She ordered up a mammogram, To look inside that lump.
"Stand up very close" she said. As she got my boob in line, "And tell me when it hurts," she said. "Ah yes! There, that's fine."
She stepped upon a peddle. I could not believe my eyes! A plastic plate pressed down and down, My boob was in a vice!
My skin was stretched and stretched, From way up under my chin. My poor boob was being squashed, To Swedish pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt, Within it's vice-like grip. A prisoner in this vicious thing, My poor defenceless tit!
"Take a deep breath", she said to me, Who does she think she's kidding? My chest is mashed in her machine, And woozy I am getting.
"There, that was good", I heard her say As the room was slowly swaying. "Now let's have a go at the other one". Lord have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from up and down, It squeezed me from both sides, I'll bet she's never had this done, Not to her tender little hide!
If I had no problem when I came in, I surely have one now. If there had been a cyst in there, It would have popped, Ker-pow!
This machine was designed by man, Of this I have no doubt, I'd like to stick his balls in there. And see how they come out!
For years and years they told me, Be careful of your breasts, Don't ever squeeze or bruise them, And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings, And protected them by law. Guarded them very carefully, And my bra I always wore.
After 30 years of astute care, My Doctor found a lump. She ordered up a mammogram, To look inside that lump.
"Stand up very close" she said. As she got my boob in line, "And tell me when it hurts," she said. "Ah yes! There, that's fine."
She stepped upon a peddle. I could not believe my eyes! A plastic plate pressed down and down, My boob was in a vice!
My skin was stretched and stretched, From way up under my chin. My poor boob was being squashed, To Swedish pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt, Within it's vice-like grip. A prisoner in this vicious thing, My poor defenceless tit!
"Take a deep breath", she said to me, Who does she think she's kidding? My chest is mashed in her machine, And woozy I am getting.
"There, that was good", I heard her say As the room was slowly swaying. "Now let's have a go at the other one". Lord have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from up and down, It squeezed me from both sides, I'll bet she's never had this done, Not to her tender little hide!
If I had no problem when I came in, I surely have one now. If there had been a cyst in there, It would have popped, Ker-pow!
This machine was designed by man, Of this I have no doubt, I'd like to stick his balls in there. And see how they come out!
Yes, I had a mammogram today. This is my second one so far. I had one about 5 years ago because of a cyst. This time my doctor just wanted a baseline. I encourage all you woman out there to get one done. I am only 35, but it never hurts to have a normal. I also know some of you out there are putting it off because it might hurt, but it really isn't that bad. I only cried a little, ha ha.
I did not write this, but I found it too funny not to repost. I would give credit to the author, but I couldn't find her name.
3 comments:
Kudos to you for going and getting your boobie’s squished!!
Cute picture! I laughed so hard at “Ode to a Mammogram”, but it doesn’t make me want to run out and have it done! My time is coming all to soon though weather I want to or not!
Smiles! :o)
Nikki
That's funny .... the poem that is ... the booby squishing ... not so funny :)
Shouldn't laugh but that was funny... sometimes you have to laugh at the serious things in life... hehe.. can't be as bad as mine that said 'Feel Your Boobies'...
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