November 20, 2009
Just two and a half more hours, before...my breasts are simultaneouly being crushed within the vice of a mammograph machine whose intensity is controlled by another woman! That is most probably what controls the possibility of whether or not a woman is to become a lesbian! I imagine the very same tactic except that the vice be gripping a scrotum and controlled by another man would prevent a heterosexual man from becoming bisexual! And, here, everyone that holds the bible dear thought homosexuality was some kind of psychosis and would eventually be cured with psychotrophics and a worthy psychiatrist! The so called cure is as physical as the delight described as having an orgasm. Yes...mashing genitalia and/or its appendages is the sole answer! Insurance companies have decided that a woman need not have a mammography done annually, but rather to be done every other year....if asked, I would have to say,"...that procedure need only be done once a lifetime to control homosexuality."
Was this a sick, sorry, wish, to be tortured within the main frame of medical technology? Upon arriving to the aforementioned destination, I was told that no one was there to do the agonising procedure that promises tears to anyone fortunate and brave enough to have it to behold most precious and private body parts. It will not be until another week passes by before my scheduled date and time I had clearly already written across the top of the physicians' prescription! By then, it will be the day after Thanksgiving! An American Holiday for which I am also scheduled to work and will complete the dreaded two and a half hours just prior to having a mammography done. Have I been such a bad girl that this medical procedure is planned the day following the day Santa Clause is given the key to every house by every mayor so that then he may quietly deliver gifts to place under decorated trees of only the good and deserving?
When i phoned to make this appointment, was it Destiny or a Fluke that such a painstaking procedure be set to deliver its utmost challenge by willingly and without prior sedation to have my breasts flattened and elongated as they are visibly pulled away from and seemingly twisted from my anterior torso on the day following the one that marks the beginning of Christmas Holidays? No wonder some religions frown upon and actually forbid medicinal acts of undue torture, as such!
All was not lost as an x-ray of my foot was done to rule out any spurs that may be the cause of unrelenting heel pain. Sometimes it feels as though a stake is being jammed into my heel as I step while working the two hour med pass, and then at other times, after all evidence of having worked long hours has disappeared, upon my next awakening I am greeted with a throbbing pain on that same heel as it then feels as though a spur may be pulling out from or receding from the musculature of it! At those times, it actually feels better to step onto it! Another x-ray was done to determine why it has become next to impossible for me to bring that same foot up high enough to have a sock donned upon it to be worn to work! A vicious cycle, work is, I tell you...a vicious cycle! Why on Earth does it feel as though a dull blade is being stabbed into my groin when i put on a sock? Although those procedures were not nearly as painful, I had not planned to have them done until the day of the mammography, to save on the cost of petro and wear and tear of my automobile. Now, I will have to replace the quarter tank of gas prior to the end of the month. Usually, I only have to fill the gas tank only once a month!
Hopefully, this next week will pass quickly so that i may stop thinking about what is going to be rather than what is occurring. Anticipation is not always a good thing, I am learning...