I've been getting that a lot lately.
And not even from the teenager.
No...it's been from normal people...you know...adult types.
"You're looking nice, 'for your age.'"
So today I went for my yearly physical. Not only that but somehow my mammogram also got scheduled for today without my knowledge. By the time I found out, it was too late to change either appointment.
Two locations with instruments of torture all in one day.
Don't be jealous.
So, my doctor notes my weight and says it's perfect. I protest, knowing full well that I am carrying around an extra 20 pounds that disgust me. She looked at me and smiled, "But 'at your age' you can't possibly think you will weigh the same as when you were a teenager."
Buoyed by such a lovely sentiment, I headed for my mammogram.
I walked in and gave them my name. The receptionist asked if I had pre-registered. I said no and she gave me a disapproving look, tsk tsked and nodded in the direction of the sitting room. "Have a seat until someone can register you," she said with barely restrained disdain.
Muttering to myself about how she wouldn't have pre-registered either if she would have had to speak on the phone above the general din of 9 kids in the background, I obediently sat down.
Mercifully, the mammo was done fairly quickly. I can't figure out why they can't come up with a less painful test than having a machine crush a part of your body between two pieces of metal. Wow...really?
I had a chatty technician who thought that nattering about how she wanted to move to Florida would distract me from the fact that a very tender part of me was being pressed like a shirt at the cleaners.
She assured me she was very good at her job and it seems she was because I didn't get a call-back.
Don't let this scare you away from getting a mammogram. It's not really THAT bad. It's not pleasant, but neither is the dentist or a colonoscopy. Hey, I already signed up for my mammo for next year. Woot!
I guess those kind of tests are just a normal part of life for people 'at my age.'