Working full time means you don’t have time for things. And that’s okay. Because you make time for the things that matter. Typically things like mailing packages and buying stamps don’t really matter. But when you have two kids at sleep away camp for two weeks and you promised you would pinky-swear-write-them-a-ton-no-matter-what, suddenly local post office hours mean something. 
I visited three different post offices on Friday, hitting each of them a precisely the times their windows appears to be closed. One such post office was open from 8-10am and then from 4-5. What is that all about?? Breakfast breaks? And Lunch breaks? Siestas? Who knows but I. Could. Not. Manage. To. Mail. These. Frigging. Packages.
So when my sister suggested – no – booked for me – a mammogram, I smiled and thought to myself “Like I have time for that”.
Establishing a baseline for a post-40 year old woman’s health is important so mammography centers take special care to ensure they have all the pictures they need. As such, when I was called back after my initial appointment, I thought nothing of it. I have no family history, am in general good health, and had never felt anything to lead me to believe there’d be anything wrong. As soon as my follow-up mammogram and ultrasound was complete, the radiologist came into the room and told me that I would need an immediate biopsy.
WTF.
I didn't have time for this. 
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