AMY WROTE: Pancakes. That’s all my boobs are wanted for anymore. Used to be they were cute. Not being robustly endowed, they didn’t attract a lot of attention, but were, you know, appreciated. Now, the only people who are interested in them are the mammogram women. You know, the cute, perky, super happy blond radiologist who sweetly and cutely smooshes my boob down till it’s thinner than a good diner pancake. And says, “Oh, we have dense breasts, don’t we? We’ll have to do three images. Of each.” Yes, that’s right. Six smooshings. Six pancake pictures.
I. Did. Not. Sign. Up. For. This.
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