You want to do what???

So yesterday I had to have a diagnostic mammogram. I found a lump a few weeks ago and had the doctor check it out and they sent me to have a diagnostic mommogram. I apologize to any male readers (actually, I think Deanna is the only one who reads this anyway!!, this may seem a little graphic. If you have never had a mammogram, I don't recommend one. They pull your breast into a vice-like device, smash it, stretch it, then clamp down on it with the force of alligator jaws. Then you have to hold your breath so you don't accidently tug your way out. You couldn't get out of that thing if your were all lubed up with olive oil. I have never felt anything so uncomfortable in my life. Not to mention, having a radiologist with ice cold hands treating your most intimate parts like pizza dough.
So after that, there was an ultrasound. That was fine, no big deal. The doctor came in and said that it was simply a fluid cyst and suggested that we go ahead and drain it. They gave me a shot of lidocaine to numb the area and stuck in a 9 inch needle to drain it. After the fluid was removed they put air back into the cyst area to try and prevent a reoccurance. Then, just when I thought I was in the clear, they knicked a blood vessel on the way out with the needle. Blood literally started shooting out. The doctor said it was not a big deal and gave me an ice pack for it. It turned black and blue, bruised all to hell.
I know that it is important to have all abnormalities checked. I know that mammograms are life-saving and that my outcome could have been much worse. Someone could have told me that I had cancer (something I don't plan to hear ever again in my life!). But, wow, after that it will seriously make me have second thoughts about wanting to get something checked. It ranked a close second only to child-birth. Hopefully, I won't have to do that again until I am 40!