after an afternoon of breast cancer mardi gras: cleared for takeoff!

I am home…and exhausted.  My primary care did new EKGs…and guess what?  I am fine.  I am cleared for takeoff and nothing will hold up making the lump go bye-bye.

I had a lot of fun with the nurses and resident because the EKG machine was new and the computer gods had filled it’s wee printer with the wrong paper, so while I could get a fabulouso EKG we couldn’t print for a while.

They were laughing at me because I was cracking up at being there boobs hanging out for a change as they tried to make the sucker print.

I told them the same thing I told the MRI guy: I have flashed my boobs so many times in the past couple of months that I am living in a perpertual state of Mardi Gras…only instead of getting beads I get co-pays!

Seriously, I have flashed the rack so often that I could go to a topless beach right now.  The being naked thing in front of other people has just sort of evaporated in Breast Cancer Mardi Gras.

Say…I like that term .  It’s mine, you hear?  You can borrow it, not take credit for it.

The man in my world said in response to the EKG machine kerfuffle “Do you always have this effect on inantimate objects?”  You see we have this joke – one was why my laptop speakers weren’t working one day — I had pugged the laptop fan plug into the earphone jack…then there was the why I couldn’t do something on my phone – the case was on upside down. And the list goes on…it provides hours of amusment, trust me.

Damn am I tired now.  What a 24 hours. Breast Cancer Mardi Gras takes a lot out of a gal some days.

Oh and in the realm of future planning, I bought myself a couple new ice packs.

About carla

Writer, blogger, photographer, breast cancer survivor. I write about whatever strikes my fancy as I meander through life.
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