Tits.

This mammogram tech did not let me be seated for the scans, but did let me breathe carefully during the scans. And after the first few we brought a chair right behind me for when I was about to topple.

I didn't actually fall over when clamped in the machine, but it was pretty close.

I have newish leg muscle, otherwise this would not have worked at all.

This facility is less Fake Spa Ambience than the other one, but I think being able to sit overrides that.

Next fucking time I bring my own seat.


Mounted my dashcam, returned the pea protein disaster, got actual Ensure (and the other supplement I was almost out of, a few months' worth), got lunch (the Texas in the Texas Burger is jalapeño, alas), replaced the blue placeholder discs in my pill box with fish oil capsules from the green bottle, replaced the red placeholder discs with the red and white capsules, and helped with the fridge water filter replacement.


Belovedest lucked into a cancellation for Thursday, so they're studying for the appointment tonight and tomorrow.


I need a new monitor, as the shaky screen is getting a little old. I should probably pop that on one of the holiday lists. Also the bed frame idea. I could also try and make the sleep schedule Excel sheet I was thinking about. That could save some time later.

No Wednesday plans for me (I think) but Thursday is two rides for appointments.