Fifty Three And Counting

Fifty Three and Counting

Birthdays are always fun no matter what age and status in life you are in. I celebrated mine with an early chat with Gina, a mammography technologist, We had a discourse on the weird weather in St. Louis, the Hobbit movie which should be watched in 3D to fathom the slyness of Gollum and what I should do the rest of the day.

Yes, I had my annual date with my own version of Terminator , the GE Senograph Machine and Gina was my Arnold Schwarzenegger (before the infidelity scandal) . Having born with a small but very dense breast, more often my breasts would be scrunched by the unforgiving paddle more than twice for better image. I will dread the day when some Facebook people would start posting their mammography x-ray film on their timeline just to compensate for pain.

Now I have to wait for the result from the beast, oops Dr. Biest. Yes, I have a male gynecologist and his name is Dr. Biest. An acquaintance of mine questioned why I shifted from an Asian Indian female gynecologist to an American male gynecologist , especially in a very delicate matter concerning my private parts. I thought that a female physician would fully understand a woman's problem but in my case, I was wrong .

I am perfectly comfortable with the Biest, who can better figure out a woman but a man! And besides this practitioner had been in this business for 22 years, can you imagine how many vaginas he has examined and seen. Unless he has eidetic memory, he can probably associate the face of his patient when he sees her on a mall trying on 14- inch stiletto shoes with her vajayjay (ala Oprah) would look at that time.

Moving on with my birthday celebration, my husband took me to an Indian buffet at Mayuri, specializing in South-North Indian cuisine. My mouth was on fire during the whole time we were eating and the continuous audible discharge of intestinal gas (okay- it means fart) was still pestering me till late evening. Blame it on rogan josh, gajar halwa and kheer.

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