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I survived my mammogram. It didn't show any sign of problems. The whole thing was very, very stressful because they made me wait an hour after the mammogram before telling me that it was okay for me to get dressed and leave. My SIL wasn't allowed to wait with me, and I wasn't allowed to have my cell phone on. I hadn't brought a book because I hadn't realized that either of those things would be true. The magazines in the waiting room were all things that I couldn't bring myself to try to read. The New Yorker seemed too difficult, and Family Circle seemed like the sort of thing where I'd look at it and not actually be able to understand why I was doing it. The TV was set on HGTV which-- Well, at least it wasn't Fox News, right?

I came close to crying a few times while I was waiting, and that got worse as time went on and I realized that I might not make it to my next appointment (a follow up at radiation oncology) on time even though everyone had assured me I would. I got to that with one minute to spare, but it was a very, very near thing.

I managed a couple of loads of laundry and filling and running the dishwasher and getting the trash and the recycling out in the morning before my appointment.