Very random observation:

My right breast can withstand 12lbs of pressure. That's a lot. The left, lumpectomied one? Not so much.

Let me get my hands on your mammary glands...

...a line, of course, from The Smith's song: Handsome Devil. And a weird one to be going through my head as I had my annual diagnostic mammograms today. Nothing much to report other than there's been no updates to Providence's absurdly small changing area since last year. But the ladies of Diagnostic Imaging were as lovely as ever. And the films showed nothing to worry about. Mind you, they showed nothing when I had a 2.1cm malignant tumor but I really can't feel anything unusual and it would be very unlucky less than two years after treatment.

And let me get your head on the conjugal bed. I say, I say, I say....

She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge..

The title of this blog post is, of course, the first line from the song "Common People" by Pulp. It played over and over in my head throughout my recent two-week sojourn on the island of Rhodes. I think I was mentally rehearsing in case I had to perform Karaoke. My sister and brother-in-law (who live there) are avid fans of the "sport." Luckily for me, I managed to avoid this humiliation.

And I got through the whole two weeks without any kind of health issue (other than some wine-induced indigestion.) In fact many in our party (and there were many - we were there for a wedding) came down with a nasty cold.

Vitamin D, I tell you.

Now I'm back I have a lot of health stuff to catch up on. No one has contacted me for my annual mammogram so, as usual, I have to chase down some preventive health care. That's cool. I am, as I've always said, my own best health advocate.