[This part of the post begun on 4/7]
I will begin by saying that I’m writing this post on the Metrolink train from LA to Fullerton. Oh yeah, baby, public transportation. It bears mentioning because I’m never on public transportation, it’s just not particularly convenient in LA, at least not for my commute. But this evening Zebigboss has booked us a box at the Angels Stadium in Anaheim (baseball), and I want to go. I would have simply gone to the office this morning, but for my lovely mammogram scheduled for today at 1pm. Given the 7-9 month waiting time for these babies, I really wasn’t about to postpone it. If you are not familiar with the traffic patterns here, driving from LA (where I live) to Orange County in the evening is a huge pain, hence the Metrolink.
So today, yes, I had a mammogram. This also bears mentioning because it was my very first one. As the radiologist said, it’s not painful. It’s merely uncomfortable to the point of practically passing out. I have to say that hospitals have always made me woozy, and after having surgery on my hip, I tend to the anxious anywhere near them. It is therefore no surprise that I had to put my head between my knees, what, maybe 3 times during the procedure. Lame! Just when I finally got used to the needles, they mix it up by squishing my boobs. Who’d have known that it would give me such anxiety?
Anyway, it only took a few minutes, and it wasn’t that big a deal in retrospect. I think next time I won’t have as much trouble with it. The radiologist said I follow directions well, which she says is typical of folks who do yoga or do personal development work – we’re coachable, is what she means. This is significant only insofar as it makes the procedure go faster, and the radiologist gets the films she needs without having to do x-ray more than once. I guess, like everything else, what you resist persists.
Naturally, I asked the radiologist to take my picture! We took it with the gown on, this is a family show after all. Apparently this was the first such request in the years she’d been doing these. Last week I would have found this hard to believe, but given my recent moment of clarity regarding how ordinary I am (not), I guess I’m not all that surprised.
And now I’m on the train, heading to Orange County, where a colleague will pick me up and then we’ll drive to the stadium together. Meanwhile, I sit here and listen to the lady sitting across the isle from me with her 3 kids, who used the expression “open up a can of whoop-ass on you” for real, to one of her kids. Quickly followed by the whole bunch bursting into a chorus of “Five dollar foot-long,” which is not the latest Viagra ad, but an extremely annoying ad for Subway sandwiches.
[The rest of this post was written 4/8]
The Angels game was fun, but I have to say that I didn’t get into it as much as I do when I sit in the stands. I was going to say the cheap seats, but I’ve gone to a few ball games in Zebigboss’s season tickets, which are quite spectacular and not at all cheap. However, it was fun to hang out with my colleagues, and some of us got goofy.
Here’s Jamaar doing … well, I don’t really know what the heck he’s doing, but it’s damn funny.
And then Kathya and I tried a few cheers, including the wave. Not as effective at sporting events when the wave is inside a box where no one else can see us and/or join us, but we thought we were da bom, so whatever.








