body by baby.

What's she doing?  The Macarena?  No,  as much as I love wiggling and shouting "Aye!"  These were the poses I had to do for the x-ray tech while praying my paper gown did not pop open.  Also praying my milk didn't let down and soak that paper gown.  I mean, pretty much every surgeon this side of the Mississippi has had a good look at my boob- but I had had a conversation with this guy.  I knew he had three kids.  I didn't want him to see my mutant boobs.  Is that so bad?
The reason for the x rays?  I think I have a dislocated rib.  The doctor ordered a chest x-ray to make sure I didn't have an infection in my chest, though I repeatedly told him I'm in no pain, just uncomfortable by my giant rib sticking out.  The doctor had me place my hands on my head.  He says to me "See, you can tell you have one breast larger than the other.  This could be pulling on your rib cage causing it to become unaligned."
Oh really doctor?  One of my boobs is bigger?  Yeah, I had noticed.  Mystery diagnosis solved!  Giant boob causing rib disfigurement!

Sometimes it's hard being so hot.  But I manage.