I touch myself

I finally broke down and got a mammogram. This should have been my third but instead it was my first.

Less unpleasant than I had feared, but certainly not enjoyable. Especially because she had to redo the right one twice. Good thing for yoga breathing, because that definitely kept the whole situation a lot more under control.

Now my breasts feel... manhandled, dare I say, but not in a good way.

I keep touching them because I feel like I need to coax them back into place or comfort them or something. The problem is I keep doing it in public. I must look like some sort of pervert. This might be a good time to practice mindfulness.