A couple of weeks ago i had to go to my three monthly check up with Dr Nala. Since we are still a bit worried about recurrence she checks me pretty good and if i have a little ache or pain she will MAKE SURE she tests and checks it before i can wander the streets again for three months...
At this visit i had some troubles with my breasts maybe because i found Aldi (a great German grocery store, were i bought HEAPS of German/Belgium chocolate) and i had been pretty much stuffing myself with that chocolate. And yes i even brought some chocolate bars to the hospital that day (you never know when it gets really scary) and since i don't smoke anymore i felt i needed some back-up besides my wonderful husband.
No...
No...
NO...
I KNOW hundreds of women do it every day, but I'm just a girl (don't want my boobies to get squished, they just got big since i stopped smoking, like everything else by the way)! Let me do the ultrasound and you can see everything you need and I'll be fine!
Dr Nala said "No", let's do a Mammogram this time... "OK"...
So the next week i go to the hospital in Bluffton to get my mammogram done. I didn't sleep for 3 nights and i felt pretty cranky. Also because at the farm things where NOT going like they should and it was just overall a bad week. But i went and sat down. This really nice nurse comes up to me and asks if i might be pregnant...?
Uhmmm, "No i don't think so". "Well, didn't you get your test done before the Mammogram?".
"Uhmmm, no, I nobody said anything about that". I asked her if we could just do the Ultrasound???
Turned out we couldn't do that and i needed to get my blood test done (couldn't just pee over a stick?!?) and had to RESCHEDULE! My day didn't get better at all! I didn't have my breast squished but i also had to make a new appointment, not sleep for several days and probably eat more chocolate because i was stressed and thus more pain!?!
Oh well...
Got into the BMV, had my social security number, a bill with my name and address, my visa, my passport, my Dutch drivers license and my translation of my Dutch drivers license. I was good to go! Until the nice lady at the BMV told me i needed TWO proofs of addresses... "you got to be kidding me?!" And she sent me away told me to come back with two bills or a bank statement or something.
Driving home i was even more (as in fuming) cranky. And then i passed my bank. I literally saw that little light bulb above my head going on and thought, "hehe I'm gonna print of a statement and go back to the BMV!".
And so i did, parked my car, right in FRONT of the door of the BMV (not the most smartest move but it felt right at the time) and walked in and showed the lovely lady all my papers AGAIN plus the statement. And yes i could do my written test.
Did i mention i didn't study, as in i don't even own a manual...
Now i have to wait (drive around in my fantastic car) for 6 months and then i can do my actual driving test...
And that is how you go for a mammogram and come home with a drivers license (well, permit is almost the same, right?)
And it is friday again so.... HOP HOP HOP to Verde Farm for Farm Friend Friday!!!
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