Last week I had the cheeriest mammographer ever. I’llcall her Madge. Madge was wide-eyed, loud and over-animated, full of witticisms as she told me where and how to stand, how to lean, which way to turn, and where to put my arm as she pushed mybreast where it needed to be on the mammography machine. I understand she was attempting to easemy discomfort at beingbare from the waist up and having my body parts shoved betweencoldplastic plates, but she was a bit much.Maybethe mammographer should a...
Published on November 22, 2014 18:38