Or possibly folds, spindles, mutilates, or mauls of gender.
In other words I spent three fucking hours in the mammography department today alternately sitting around the waiting room playing phone games (and, at one point, calling the doctor's office for my other medical appointment to tell them I would not be making it on time due to "who the fuck knows when I will escape purgatory" factor) and being variously mangled.
After two rounds of mammograms and an ultrasound my flesh has been declared weird but okay and I feel I could've told everyone that without having bruising across my entire chest and my upper arms. Also apparently I have a lymph node that has decided to use some ink from my ma'at feather to turn itself colors, or that's the going theory for why that bit is weird.
The mammogram tech was reasonably delightful despite it all; early on there was a bit where she tried to position things and then said, "I've realized something important." "What?" I asked. "You're much taller than I am," she declared, and got a footstool. I made a comment about being posed like Gumby in there. The usual sorts of things while being intermittently crushed in a manner that means the tech also says, "KEEP BREATHING until I tell you to stop" and this is actually a necessary reminder.
Anyway I was feeling very overgendered in incorrect directions by the time I staggered out to the car, still masked because I was going from there to another medical appointment, and once again reclothed in an ensemble that includes a blue plaid flannel shirt and my Boston Flowers blaseball cap (let's grow!). For some reason they had someone taking the parking lot tickets and feeding them into the machine, and that person took my ticket with a "Thank you, sir" and that made the whole 7th of Shit phenomenon marginally less terrible and also absolutely hilarious in juxtaposition.
The vampiring was notably smoother, at least once they remembered to call me in (since I was two and a half hours late), and then I went to lurk in![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jenett's backyard to eat my lunch and be eaten by mosquitos and talk about cute demon boys. Like ya do.
In other words I spent three fucking hours in the mammography department today alternately sitting around the waiting room playing phone games (and, at one point, calling the doctor's office for my other medical appointment to tell them I would not be making it on time due to "who the fuck knows when I will escape purgatory" factor) and being variously mangled.
After two rounds of mammograms and an ultrasound my flesh has been declared weird but okay and I feel I could've told everyone that without having bruising across my entire chest and my upper arms. Also apparently I have a lymph node that has decided to use some ink from my ma'at feather to turn itself colors, or that's the going theory for why that bit is weird.
The mammogram tech was reasonably delightful despite it all; early on there was a bit where she tried to position things and then said, "I've realized something important." "What?" I asked. "You're much taller than I am," she declared, and got a footstool. I made a comment about being posed like Gumby in there. The usual sorts of things while being intermittently crushed in a manner that means the tech also says, "KEEP BREATHING until I tell you to stop" and this is actually a necessary reminder.
Anyway I was feeling very overgendered in incorrect directions by the time I staggered out to the car, still masked because I was going from there to another medical appointment, and once again reclothed in an ensemble that includes a blue plaid flannel shirt and my Boston Flowers blaseball cap (let's grow!). For some reason they had someone taking the parking lot tickets and feeding them into the machine, and that person took my ticket with a "Thank you, sir" and that made the whole 7th of Shit phenomenon marginally less terrible and also absolutely hilarious in juxtaposition.
The vampiring was notably smoother, at least once they remembered to call me in (since I was two and a half hours late), and then I went to lurk in
jenett's backyard to eat my lunch and be eaten by mosquitos and talk about cute demon boys. Like ya do.