Today I went for my annual mammogram and it was a barrel of laughs

First of all, I couldn't sleep last night (what else is new?); I don't think I managed to doze off until around 5:00 a.m. Then of course, some jackass called at 9:40 and falling back to sleep was impossible, so I was already in a sour mood. It isn't the machine that bothers me, it's the fact I have to twist myself like a pretzel for the technician to get the pictures she wants. I had to have my feet face the machine; twist my upper body; put my shoulder way back; put my chin way up in the air; rest my arm on the side of the machine; do the hokey-pokey and turn myself around, all while the technician kept telling me to "Relax!" I'm not a fricking contortionist. I basically complained the whole time, but the technician was so pleasant and so nice, she took it all with a grain of a salt. She even laughed and agreed with what I was saying a few times.

And that's that until next year.

Next up: Martini's three-month follow-up tomorrow to get a blood test and to check her blood pressure and then my annual physical is on Thursday. Let the good times roll.