I recently went to see my doctor, who had asked me to schedule an appointment to review some exams, and check up on my health in general. Of course when i got there he totally had forgot about why I was there, and so I had to refresh his memory...that said, when he asked if I had any concerns, I asked him why my boobs are getting bigger. At least that's my perspective, since I used to wear a B cup and now I have gone up a size. Maybe I was always wearing the wrong size, but it seems to me when i would try one on it was not a good fit, and now they are. This leads to a discussion about doing regular self exams (I do) and mammograms, which I will discuss in a minute.So, and this doctor is the only one i recall doing this to me, he gets the nurse, and then has me take off my top, so i am sitting there half naked, although i did keep my bra on. He had me lean forward, then back, lift my arms up, etc, then had me loosen my bra and lay back on the exam table, and he smashed me around, running his clinically cold hands over me, and finally announces what I already knew, that there were not suspect lumps. He then proceeds to review my medical record on the computer, and says "well, this is probably nothing to worry about, since this is fairly common for women of your age..." OK, here we go...He says that as i age, the muscles in your upper chest tend to decrease, so that essentially your boobs start losing lift, and seem bigger, because they droop. Crap! The dreaded droopy tit syndrome, or DTS.
The health plan recently started what they call walk-in mammography, so you can when ever the whim hits you just pop in, get half naked, and have some technician put your breasts in a medical vise and smash the heck out of them. My left one still hurts, and this was yesterday I went...I recently went to see my doctor, who had asked me to schedule an appointment to review some exams, and check up on my health in general. Of course when i got there he totally had forgot about why I was there, and so I had to refresh his memory...that said, when he asked if I had any concerns, I asked him why my boobs are getting bigger. At least that's my perspective, since I used to wear a B cup and now I have gone up a size. Maybe I was always wearing the wrong size, but it seems to me when i would try one on it was not a good fit, and now they are. This leads to a discussion about doing regular self exams (I do) and mammograms, which I will discuss in a minute. So, and this doctor is the only one i recall doing this to me, he gets the nurse, and then has me take off my top, so i am sitting there half naked, although i did keep my bra on. He had me lean forward, then back, lift my arms up, etc, while he smashed me around, and finally announces what I already knew, that there were not suspect lumps. He then proceeds to review my medical record on the computer, and says "well, this is probably nothing to worry about, since this is fairly common for women of your age..." OK, here we go...He says that as i age, the muscles in your upper chest tend to decrease, so that essentially your boobs start losing lift, and seem bigger, because they droop. Crap! The dreaded droopy tit syndrome, or DTS. The health plan recently started what they call walk-in mammography, so you can when ever the whim hits you just pop in, get half naked, and have some technician put your breasts in a medical vise and smash the heck out of them. My left one still hurts, and this was yesterday I went...
This next topic came to mind while driving home from work... Every once and awhile, i like to just put on page my thoughts...like why when some web pages (aka MySpace, Yahoo 360, etc) have the capacity for you to add people as friends, it seems so many people become obsessed with adding as many as possible, which is really insane, to me. In real life i have co-workers, random associations with other people related to work, and while friendly, I don't consider them friends per se. To me, that is someone who you enjoy spending time with, not forced to cohabitate a work space with. Maybe that’s just me, but in the real world my priorities are family, friends, co-workers and everyone else. I don’t dislike anyone in particular, but what's the point of saying you have 2000 friends on MySpace or something like it, when I seriously doubt that a person can recall that many.
If you sent one message a day to each, just to say hi, and you type very quickly, it would still take awhile, unless off course you cheated(like i do) and used a select all function and then checked a box to hide addresses from others, so each of the 2000 thought they were getting a unique message...My online friends are people I am interested in, and many are frequently in touch with me or vice-versa.
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