Today was mammogram day for me (sorry dear male co-worker who reads my blogs! :oops. I've spent quite a bit of time in the "everything breasts" department over the last year due to some irregular findings six months ago. Today was the six month mark, where they go back and take a look to see that there is nothing new and that nothing has spread.

I've had the same technician with all the different procedures (it's a VERY small hospital!), and she's very friendly. The moment she saw me, she asked me all about my wedding almost six months ago, asked me if I sold my house, noticed my hair was a different color. I told her that I was impressed with her memory. She told me that she normally doesn't remember this much about people, and that I must have made an impression on her.

So there she is, posing me, handling parts of my body that not too many people get to handle, and yacking away to me like we're old friends. I started thinking about the fact that if we're acting like friends, maybe I don't want her handling the goods. It was crossing some sort of weird line for me, kind of like the line that I don't like to cross in the bathroom (talking to people while in the stall doing our business.)

When it was all over, and we were waiting for the images to develop she asked more about the wedding and I told her that I had a whole website dedicated to it, including a video of the wedding. She hinted around that she'd like to see it, so I gave her the address.

...now we've crossed another boundry. I definately don't let people who've seen my wedding handle the goods (well, except my husband of course.) Time to find a new mammogram center...