All in all, it was really not a big-deal experience (she says blissfully unknowing, whilst the people at the breast center get ready to pick up the phone to call her back and tell her to come in for more tests or a biopsy or something!)
So the mammogram technician was really nice. She thought it was cute that I was going out to dinner with some friends right afterwards to celebrate. I approached the giant machine, my eyebrow raised. How am I going to.. I was thinking until she said "It lowers down." Which I was thankful about, worried I was going to have to haul my endowments onto the table a good half foot out of my reach!
After she took the third picture, she goes, "Okay, let's do that one over. You had a big chunk of arm fat stuck in that one."
Big chunk of arm fat?
I mean, who says that to someone?
I laughed, throwing back my head like Julie Andrews. A little arm fat never bothered me! I'm SO beyond arm fat.
Seriously though. Can't she have come up with some euphemistic way to say it?
Like: Let's do that one again. I had your positioned wrong. OR.... Oh let me take this picture over. You're so beautiful, it confused the machine!
I mean for real. What if I were totally sensitive about my arm fat? I could have been sent into a downward spiral of poor body image! But lucky for her...and me...I'm not.
The other day when I was trying on swimsuits, my sweet daughter, watching me change, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror, said, "Mom. Why am I so skinny?"
Ah, but the first mammogram is done and out of the way. I walked out with a smile on my face and me and my arm fat met some friends for tacos!