I have a little cold, and if I thought the universe was a sentient prissy jerk (and that I myself wasn't part of that same universe, a la "There's only one everything"), I would theorize that this cold was my payback for being happy about my good test results from my physical: nice low cholesterol, everything normal with thyroid and blood sugar and so forth---I don't really know everything they tested, but they made a whole bouquet of little bottles when they were drawing blood, and everything was normal/low/high where applicable. So, in good health for now according to the standard markers, though heading for the time of life where we all start getting things and it's a matter of what do we get in THE DRAW.
I also had my first mammogram. If you are a little nervous about your first mammogram, as I was, I will tell you how to get a good idea what it's like. Go into your kitchen, or I guess it doesn't have to be YOUR kitchen but I do recommend it for privacy reasons. Take off your shirt and bra. Then take one mammo, and lean it into the open freezer, or refrigerator if you are shorter or have one of those freezer-on-the-bottom fridges---whatever's at the right height for you.
Now you are going to start to close the door, slowly. You will need to reach in and pull/stretch the mammo into the fridge or freezer pretty firmly, or else it'll just pop out as you close the door. You know that unflattering "orange in a sock" image people use? The orange should be fully into the fridge, with the door closing on only sock. You are right if you're suddenly thinking that the "orange in a sock" analogy never really worked, and that this can't work either and the orange will HAVE to be squashed.
Continue closing the door until you are ALMOST in pain: you should have a slight panicky feeling about impending pain, combined with an impulse to pull yourself out of the situation, combined with the strong feeling that pulling back at this time would lead to a worse feeling. There will also be a scraping feeling as the edge of the door travels tightly across the skin surrounding the mammo. Now hold still. Hold still, hold still, hold still---30 seconds. Open the door. Whew! Do it once more on this side, then twice on the other side. Done!
It was not as bad as I'd feared, though I was glad as usual to have been pessimistic and anxious about it, if only for that delightful "Hey, THAT wasn't so bad!" feeling afterward.
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