How about a love-hate relationship with technology? Okay, so my mother-in-law couldn't figure out the microwave, but that was eons ago. I myself struggled back then to program the time on my VCR so it wasn't always blinking 12:00.
I am usually fine with technology, but definitely have a love-hate relationship with the mammogram machine.
How I hate having two of my precious, tender extremities squashed down as thin as buttermilk pancakes!
When the radiologist says, "Okay, now hold your breathe," she doesn't realize that I stopped breathing after that final crank to tighten down the pads!
My Lord! I know the mammo machine is a fabulous diagnostic tool, but did the Marquis de Sade invent this contraption?
Would it be redesigned for comfort if men's delicate extremities had to undergo similar examination (crepes, anyone?)? A MANogram? Hmmm....
