Monster Mash!!!

It is that time of month again Ladies ~ Breast Cancer Awareness Month ~ but me being me I could not let this month go by without RE posting this little story ~

THE FIRST TIME IS ALWAYS THE WORSE

The first mammogram is the worst. Especially when
the machine catches on fire. That's what happened to me. The technician, Gail, positioned me exactly as she wanted me (think a really complicated game of Twister - right hand on the blue, left shoulder on the yellow, right
breast as far away as humanly possible from the rest of your body). Then she
clamped the machine down so tight, I think my breast actually turned inside
out. I'm pretty sure Victoria's Secret doesn't have a bra for that. Suddenly, there was a loud popping noise. I looked down at my right breast
to make sure it hadn't exploded. Nope, it was still flat as a pancake and still attached to my body. "Oh no!" Gail said loudly. These are perhaps, the
words you least want to hear from any health professional. Suddenly, she
came flying past me, her lab coat whipping behind her, on her way out the door. She yelled over her shoulder, "The machine's on fire, I'm going to get
help!" OK, I was wrong, 'The machine's on fire,' are the
worst words you can hear from a health professional. Especially if you're
all alone and semi-permanently attached to A MACHINE and don't
know if it's THE MACHINE in question.

I struggled for a few seconds trying to get free, but even Houdini couldn't have escaped. I decided to go to plan B: yelling at the top of my lung (the one that was still working). I hadn't seen anything on fire, so my panic hadn't
quite reached epic proportions. But then I started to smell smoke coming from behind the partition. "This is ridiculous," I thought. I can't die like this.
What would they put in my obituary? Cause of death: breast entrapment?
I may have inhaled some fumes because I started to hallucinate. An imaginary fireman rushed in with a fire hose and a hatchet. "Howdy, ma'am," he said. "What's happened here?" he asked, averting his eyes.
"My breasts were too hot for the machine," I quipped, as my imaginary fireman ran out of the room again. "This is gonna take the Jaws of Life!"
In reality, Gail returned with a fire extinguisher and put out the fire.
She gave me a big smile and released me from the machine. "Sorry!
That's the first time that's ever happened. Why don't
you take a few minutes to relax before we finish up?"
I think that's what she said. I was running across the parking lot in my
backless paper gown at the time. After I'd relaxed for a few years, I
figured I might go back. But I was bringing my own fire extinguisher.

The end.

GO AND DO THE MONSTER MASH!!!!!! WHO KNOWS YOU MIGHT HAVE A STORY TO TELL!!!

BOOB AWARENESS MONTH AND MEN IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!!!