I am just going to give you a quick post tonight so you know I'm alive, and I'll get to why I'm cutting you short this evening in a little bit. But first....
Since my last post about boobies and feeling them up to check for lumps, I have exciting developments to share. As it turns out, the 1-800 number on the back of your insurance card is a terrible place to go to with questions because that girl was WRONG. Coincidentally, so was my doctor and whoever she spoke with because lucky for me, I happen to have a blog reader who works at my insurance company. Yeah, I have hook ups and connections I didn't even know I had.
That's kind of how bad ass I am.
So, who shall remain nameless, told me that not only is my mammogram COVERED, but she'll put something in my file in case I get it and they try to bill me.
*Let's all just have a moment to rejoice in what we're dubbing, "Sara's Boob Celebration".*
That means tomorrow I am going to call and schedule myself a mammogram for the next available appointment. I am absolutely petrified to have my boobs smooshed in a machine, because between me and you, I totally tried to do it in the shower myself, like squish them, and they do not squish. And the pain that occurred while doing so was kind of horrible so I am kind of terrified for this appointment. Not as much as I am about potentially having to get a tetanus shot someday or having my blood taken, but still. It's significant.
In other news, I have been *consumed* by the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy that has been dubbed mommy porn. It absolutely is mommy porn and I wouldn't have it any other way. Things I've learned about myself in the first two books is that I think I want one of these:
So, until I finish the last book (which will probably be tomorrow)...