There are things we must do as women. One of those things is to get a mammogram screening.
I have been getting my boobies squished once a year for the past 15 years. And every time, I get the same letter. Dense breast tissue. No issues.
Until last week.
There’s a part of me that has been awakened.
This part of me had been mostly dormant for years, but the older I get, the more I notice my physical self reacting to sights, smells, and sensations in a big, bad way. It’s my sweat glands.
I did not know that when I got this far into the middle years that I would be learning a new dance.
Not that I am adverse to learning new dances. I love dancing. I still kind of want to learn how to tap dance. Randy and I dance all the time. Just not as long as we used to. Also, our bones make some scary ass noises.
The nocturnal twist, however, is a shitty fucking dance.
