I'm paying you to do WHAT????

It's one thing to pay for a day at the spa.  To be pampered.  A facial, massage (yes, please), manicure, pedicure, and whatever else they offer. (I only know about such places because of t.v.)


I used to think I wouldn't really enjoy such a thing as I don't really like to be touched and I couldn't justify paying that kind of $$$$....  BUT my family bought me a one hour massage and I LOVED it.  Which really surprised me.  So maybe a day at a spa would be enjoyable?  (mother's day is coming up, hint,hint)


A pampering expense is understandable but to PAY to have this done to you is crazy!

My first such experience was 2 years ago.  I had delayed torture  the experience for several years because of the horror stories I heard about them.  I'm not really sure when I changed my mind.  It had something to do with another major health event that rocked my world.  So the next time I saw that wonderful gyno doc and he suggested, yet again, that I succumb to torture screening, I gave in.  

I won't go into details of that first experience.  If you've ever seen Anita Renfroe's comedy routine about this "exam", then you've got yourself a comical picture that will help you through  it.  That's all I thought about while being twisted, squished and moved into positions I never knew I could physically do.  I'm sure the tech thought I was nuts as I succumbed to her manipulations with a grin.

A day later a phone call, "We found something, you need to come back for an ultra sound" 

  

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"  as terror started to take over! 

"Can you come in Friday?" (two days from now)  "We take these things seriously"

All that came to my mind was "early detection saves lives"

So two days later I'm back....they are all smiles and  considerate and kind and I'm like:  "cut it out (no pun intended), stop being so nice...I AM NOT DYING!"

Ultrasound done, read and it "looks" like it's just a benign mass, nothing to worry about, BUT we want to watch it so come back in 6 months!

 I was given the "medical term", went home--googled it and learned all I could about it. (knowledge is power, or just something that freaks you out more!, you choose)

Two years---4 more visits later I am released with a " Good news, it has not changed one bit in 2 years, you should be all set.  Just continue your annual screening"

Continue my annual screening.....come back to be squished, prodded, poked and humiliated?  

You betcha......see ya next year!