I’m cheating and posting on Sunday for Saturday.

But to keep with my minimum-blog-a-day requirements, I will only blog about yesterday. Now known as Squish-Day.

I went for my annual mammogram yesterday morning. They had to squish the suspicious-last-year boob three times before they got a good shot… and to me (she showed me the films) it does look a little odd in the spot they super-squished last year. However, that’s to be expected. That’s why they super-squished me there last year in the first place. The trick comes if they see any changes… and they’ll almost definitely call me in there in a few weeks to get the super-squish and a better shot of that area to be extra-sure there aren’t any changes there. I told the nice squish-technician lady that I wouldn’t freak out until they tell me they want a biopsy… but I kinda lied. I feel all weird and anticipate-y right now. But maybe that’s just the tea. At any rate, it’s almost definitely nothing. And even if they call me back to super-squish, it’s STILL almost definitely nothing. But the second the word “biopsy” comes up… well then I get to have the full-fledged freakout. Intarweb, you have been warned.