POWER OUTAGE DURING A MAMMOGRAM
I actually kept my mammogram appointment. I was met with, 'Hi! I'm Belinda!' This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, 'All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown.
Everything clear?
I'm thinking, 'Belinda, try decaf. This ain't rocket science.'
Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors.
With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, 'Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?'
Fine, I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off?
My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other boob wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap! Complete darkness and the power went off!
'Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.' Belinda headed for the door.
'Excuse me! You're not leaving me in this vise alone are you?' I shouted.
Belinda kept going and said, 'Oh, you fussy puppy...the door's wide open so you'll have the emergency hall lights. I'll be right back.'
Before I could shout 'NOOOO!' she disappeared.
And that's exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass!
After exchanging polite 'Hi, how's it going' type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off.
Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible 'Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.'
'You bet, take care ' Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I'd been standing in the line at the grocery store.
Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, 'Oh I am sooo sorry!' The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?'
And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps...
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GOOD GRIEF, NOT ONLY WOULD HER HEAD BE IN THE MACHINE, BUT ID PUT BUBBA'S YOU KNOW WHAT IN THERE TOO!!!!
Ummm....there is a hand crank on those babies.... My next visit will be wracked with crazy thoughts!
I’m thinking her poor boob would look more like a beaver tail!
I would have beat the bitch to death.
You women actually stick your breasts into a clamp for some "test"?
ROFLMAO!
First time my doctor tells me to stick my hoo-hoo in a vise, I get a new doctor.
Or a new hoo-hoo.
Don't even talk that way.
Then again, could I specify the dimensions?
Not a clamp, orbs... it is a vise. Men would never last at the OBGYN office... The clamp goes elsewhere! Yikes!
Dimensions do not even enter into the equation...you have it, it gets squished. Oh my...
just imagine your Prostate exam and multiply it times about 400,000...yep that's it. Bend over and crack a smile or lean over and up and then this way and don't move!
Orbs,
Guys do stick their hoo hoo(s) in a vice. Its a predicament you can't get out of.
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