Now, do you really think I would have taken a photo of my mammogram? No one wants to see my boobs (excepting the dude) and no one--not even the dude--wants to see them squished flat in a giant machine. I managed to finagle the prescription from a doctor across the hall from the imaging center, so that worked out. And eventually I stopped feeling antsy from just having walked out at work--my boss was out so I didn't have anyone particularly to tell I was leaving. And why tell, if I can get a free few hours off work? Once home, I picked up the RR and stitched up that damn white house. (You'd have thought I'd have had hours in the waiting room, but I arrived at 2:30 went and got my scrip, checked in at imaging at 2:45, and was on my way home at 3:10. I know!)
At 11:00 last night, I finished! I need to add my name and off this goes back to Edgar, a complete and completely lovely LHN round robin.
A close-up of my white (actually 712) stitching to prove that everyone has trouble stitching white. (Even with railroading and a laying tool...sigh.) Hey! Good thing I took this close-up because I just noticed the door jamb needs some work!