I've had a very strange comment from Anonymous, on a post which I wrote almost a year ago. I didn't know whether to delete it or leave it there, because I couldn't decide if it was an insult or a compliment. After googling the word, I think I'll leave it where it is. To save you looking for it I'll copy it here, and you can tell me what you think. It reads, This blog is the Dog's Gonads! How very odd.
I started the day with getting my boobs squashed at the screening unit parked in the hospital grounds. From what I remember about it three years ago, it wasn't a very pleasant experience. The operative, or is radiographer the right word, was very rough with me, pushing and shoving me about, I almost told her what to do with her machine. She was getting flustered because of the amount of appointments she had to attend to, and kept saying drop your shoulder, when I had already dropped it as much as I could. I felt like a piece of meat dangling from a hook in the butchers shop. It was horrible, I came away feeling like I'd been beaten up.
Thank goodness it was a lot better this time. The very nice woman gently eased me into position, whilst explaining to me what she wanted me to do. A totally different experience from last time. In fact it wasn't too bad at all, I was out in a few minutes, done, with four photo's taken of my chesticles.
I strongly recommend everyone to get checked out when the opportunity arises. Don't put it off, go when you get the letter to call you in, and take up any tests which are offered. And if there are any men reading this, go and get your Gonads checked ;o)
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