A Long Day

I don't feel up to going into today's events, lets just say it's been a long exhausting day. One I hope to never repeat.
I know it's a bit soon for a new blogskin, but the other one just didn't feel right to me. I'm not sure how I feel about this one either. I think I just needed to change something. To exert some small amount of control, in what has seemed like a day spiraling out of control.
In an attempt to cheer myself up, I thought I'd share this little poem that was sent to me ages ago by a friend who'd just been in for a mamagram. I'm sure any woman who's ever had one can identify with her pain.
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The Boob Poem

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 I always wore my bra.

After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
Said I should get a mammogram.
" O.K." I said, "let's do it."

" Stand up here real close" she said,
{She got my boob in line},
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."

She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.

Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's vise-like grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless 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's good," I heard her say,
{The room was slowly swaying.}
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.

It squeezes me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done
To her tender little hide.

Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steamrolled.

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 gone "ker-pow!"

This machine was created by a man,
Of this I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out!

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