Fun with mammography

Oxymoron, right? Let's face it, standing pressed up to a cold chunk of metal and having your breast maneuvered and then squashed by a total stranger is not high on my list of things I like to do. Today, however, I had a technician who kept telling me that she just "had to smooth a wrinkle" near my armpit while adjusting my body for the x-ray. After two or three "wrinkle adjustments" I suggested to the gal that perhaps she might re-think her terminology and suggested "smoothing a bit of skin" over "wrinkle" as I informed her that while I had to live with my facial wrinkles the idea of armpit wrinkles was just too depressing. We got the giggles when she once again said "wrinkles" while doing the second set of x-rays and then immediately corrected herself and my husband later told me he could hear us carrying on from out in the waiting room. Hey, I was more relaxed during the procedure and the technician now has a nicer way of referring to us older women's sagging skin. Wrinkles, indeed! Now, about those batwings between my elbow and armpit....