My 4th (or 5th?..Didnt really count) Post of the Day, and The Breast Self- Exam

Most especially due to Saturday evening's visit to the visiting tour of the BODIES Exhibition at the Port in NYC, I've been thinking of health lately, especially as given the examples of disease on real life flesh. *Winces* Its a fascinating exhibit- one I did not want to go to because a) it struck me wrong that 30 bodies were donated for science when it could have gone to the organ wait listers b) well, I admit this is selfish, but I was, waiting for my boyfriend that night, heh -- and later on, I also found out that the Chinese government had donated these bodies ....30 from all stages of life (from emybryo to thirty something), un-claimed bodies. Sigh. Anyway....it did cause me to want to eat healthier and be healthier.

Which brings me to The Breast Exam. I was taught at an early age to get to know my breasts, especially in the shower, to examine them for irregularities. I was, until now, not very good at doing this. And it was not until  I just got out of the shower today and was patting myself dry  that I remembered to do it, of course the texture of the skin isnt the same and the intimacy isnt so duplicated well.  With cervical and lung cancer in my family's history, and my mother being tested thoroughly for breast cancer about two years ago, I know I should watch. But...I dont know. Most of the time during the school year I'd be rushing my shower, and I'd forget about the breast exam ...and then I would fall out of habit and remain out of habit, until something reminded me. What do lumps look like? When I got out of the shower I discovered an angry looking blister on my left one, which I vaguely remember scratching. I have a habit of scratching myself.

But how did that get there in the first place?

I need to schedule a physical anyway, my doctor will know. And its time I went to the gyn/o. My periods are irregular and prior to it I'd get discharge for a week or so before that was not clear.

Also my last class hasnt gotten in a grade yet, I will have to try to see her and ask why it wasn't submitted. I am worried:(

My boyfriend has been texting me all day from work, from various locations as he works. He is so sweet (Saying things like "My beautiful Trin", "I love you" , and so forth, siiiiiigh).

Anyway, off to call my Mom.