A much nicer, different take on "Fuck Cancer"
Totally this.
'The Killer In Me'
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A much nicer, different take on "Fuck Cancer"
Totally this.
bonny, that's amazing. I'm so happy for your friend! Talk about "fuck cancer", indeed.
I dread having mammograms. No real reason, I'm just irrationally anxious about the machine somehow going all Stephen King and angrily flattening my tits.
That's great, Bonny!
Wonderful news, bonny!
I'm glad to hear about your friend bonny.
I keep putting off my mammogram because of things including the tooth issue. As for the root canal I hope the novicaine goes better. The first shot felt like they were inserting the entire needle in my tongue. It was painful and disconcerting.
I'm working on my Spotify survive the root canal play list. I think things that are loud will be best.
I'm working on my Spotify survive the root canal play list. I think things that are loud will be best.
Personally things that are instantly sing a longable and mindlessly so help. I can just disappear into a playlist that I know all the songs and mentally belt them out.
Such EXCELLENT news for your friend, bonny!!!
I have double-DD's and they took vertical and horizontal. It was just fine, and my tech was great. And I got a free Essie nail polish, because it's October (light blue, which is pretty, and a color I don't have.)
No co-pay, 100% covered.
I'm dreaded the blood draw tomorrow, but I just breathe slowly and talk through it, warning the tech I'm phobic and will talk, and I visualize bad-ass chicks being all stoic.
even though I stick my fingers and give myself shots - I look away when anyone else brings a needle near my skin.
and they do it a lot
You know how some people get uncontrollable crying fits? I get uncontrollable laughing fits. Usually when I'm PMSing. Something will set me off and I'll suddenly be hysterical. Laughing til I'm crying, snotting, my ribs hurt, can't stop, can't talk, hiding my face in a towel, ridiculous laughing. I pray it never happens in the company of people who don't know me and love me already.
I wouldn't call a C small.
I wouldn't either, but I always wonder if I have a skewed perspective because I was an A-cup for the first 30+ years of my life.