The Grope Experience

I am traumatized.  Maybe I'm being melodramatic, but it's my story.  I had a very thorough breast exam today by a specialist. I had my first mammogram last December, and I'd rather do that again than be clinically groped like I was today.

After my appointment, hubby called and asked me how I was doing.  I told him that the doctor did more with my breasts in 15 minutes than he had done in all our years of marriage. Hubby laughed himself to choking, until I likened it to someone playing patty-cake with his goods and rolling them around between foreign, male fingers.  That shut him up.

I tried to go to a 'happy place,' but it just didn't work. Hubby took me to dinner to soothe my frazzled nerves. That sorta worked. Just sorta. I think my nipples are on hiatus until spring.