(((( all ))))
Did go to the exam- dr didn’t find anything concerning (yay!) but thought *I* wouldn’t be ok until I knew for sure via imaging. Told her if she says I’m ok, I’m ok. Often I can get the kids to go do something else while I do these appointments, but not this time. They wouldn’t leave my side.
Dr kept talking about the mammogram and I stared at her blankly. Said I couldn’t do it.
“I think you can”
Shook head.
“I think you can”
Shook head.
“We’re not at a point where I feel I need to force you to do it... but... you’re 41, and over time... this.... you need to work through this with your therapist.”
I shook my head.
“Would your therapist come with you?”
I highly doubt it and I couldn’t do that anyway.
She was not up to considering another form of imaging. Or rather that insurance demands this first and then more if need be.
I tried to explain to her my switching parts, the issues of being topless, and the Little’s trying to fight or run while clamped in. @_@
She sort of got it... but said I was doing fine there with her.
I’ve known her 3 years, I’m lying down and mostly covered, I don’t have to actively participate in any way, and I took 2.5mg Valium and 1mg Ativan to tolerate that. I also almost didn’t make it several times.
In my head, the image presented to me is of the kids scrunching up in a ball on the floor and letting loose their high pitched screams. Really not what I want to go thru.
Plus, the littles bite....

Anyway, good news is that I don’t have to come back for a year unless anything changes.