This week has been fairly typical, but I feel like I've been running nonstop. Along with the usual, Lex and Jax had an appointment with the eye doctor on Monday. Lex's eyes are continuing to improve on their own which is a good thing, but now she needs new glasses again. Tuesday was band practice for Jackson, a dermatologist appointment for Austin and a confirmation meeting at the church for Savannah. Last night I had a mammogram appointment and I didn't really want to drag all the kids to that, so I paid Austin and Savannah to babysit and they did an awesome job. And by "they", I mean Savannah did an awesome job while Austin sat around playing video games.
So, I got to the medical center and I donned my snazzy purple gown and even remembered to put it on with the opening in front this time. (I have no idea what kind of idiot would put a gown on with the opening in back when they're getting a MAMMOGRAM. Ahem.) The technician took me in a room, and after asking me a few questions, plopped my left boob on the tray, and bent my right arm. Then she folded my fingers around a handle and told me to hold on. Then she moved my hips over and turned my head. Then she had me stand on one foot and put my other hand on my head. Then she had me do the hokey pokey and turn myself around (while my boob was still on the tray). Finally, came the fun part where the machine came down and squished me flat. Well, as flat as someone with big boobs can get which is still surprisingly flat. Before she snapped my picture, she told me not to move. Really? Don't move? Where was I going to go??? My boob was being held in a vice. If I moved anywhere, it was going to cause a serious medical emergency because I was pretty sure my boob would stay behind in the machine.
Honestly, I don't want to scare anyone from making that appointment and getting that mammogram done. I mean, it wasn't exactly fun having a stranger plop my boobs on the tray and I didn't really enjoy having them squished in a vice, but as uncomfortable as it might be, it really doesn't hurt. Not fun - true. Painful - really not. My aunt Vasiliki is a breast cancer survivor. Early detection is so important. So just go do it. As a bonus you'll get some funky cool nipple stickers too! (And one of these times, I'll remember to take them off before leaving.)
(Don't worry, they're just on my arm here.)
And tonight, Savannah and Jackson had a band concert. It's amazing the difference between the 5th grade band (how many times can you hear Hot Cross Buns without wanting to jab a drumstick in your ear?) and the highest level 7th/8th grade band. Wow! Brooklyn played games on my phone, squirmed around, and accidentally kicked the poor woman in front of me 8000 times. Sorry. Brooklyn, watch your feet. I'm so sorry. Brooklyn! Your feet! Oh please excuse us! I'm sorry! Brooklyn, watch your feet!!! I'm SOOO sorry! Of course she was wearing her pink cowboys too. Ugh.
Clay has missed the last 2 days of school because he has pink eye. His birthday is Saturday, so I'm staying up all night, baking him cupcakes to take to school tomorrow. He wants a Pirates of the Caribbean theme for his birthday so I'm putting little Jolly Rogers on them. A skull and crossbones - how appropriate for Clay, huh? One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns. (Sorry, I can't get that out of my mind and well, I like to share.)