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Inspected, despite transit annoyances
I had a mammogram this morning. In Yonkers (for some reason, all the labs and radiology places and such that my doctor uses seem to be up in Yonkers). When I went there last year, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
womzilla was kind enough to drive me there and back. But this was a 9:30 appointment, and it wouldn't have been kind to ask, so I did it by bus and train.
All well and good, had I done my research. In that case, I would have known that what I thought was the most convenient station on the #4 subway line is closed for renovation. I might even have known that they're also doing weekend track work on that line, so trains are running express-only northbound. Nonetheless, I got to the subway (with the help of a free shuttle bus), and eventually to the Yonkers bus, and thence to Inter-County Imaging on time.
The mammogram itself was uneventful. Unfun, but uneventful: the technician didn't have to retake any of the pictures, for example, and was cheerful about answering my questions. I did remind her to keep the door closed, having overheard a fair amount of what she said to the previous patient. (Her explanation that she speaks loudly was not exactly reassuring: and I had seen the door open an inch or so during some of what I overheard.)
Thence home. No shuttle bus this time: I decided to walk the one subway stop along Jerome Avenue instead of waiting around. Along the way, I found an Asian market (so labeled). I went in looking for chutney, but this turned out to be an east rather than south Asian market, so I came home with hoisin sauce, pickled ginger, and some of those shrimp-flavored chips/crisps/crackers. And, eventually, apple raspberry juice and chocolate chip–pumpkin "bread" from the Greenmarket.
Also, I have tea, I havecattitude and julian_tiger here (the latter in fierce mode again, *sigh*), and roadnotes is coming to visit.
womzilla was kind enough to drive me there and back. But this was a 9:30 appointment, and it wouldn't have been kind to ask, so I did it by bus and train.All well and good, had I done my research. In that case, I would have known that what I thought was the most convenient station on the #4 subway line is closed for renovation. I might even have known that they're also doing weekend track work on that line, so trains are running express-only northbound. Nonetheless, I got to the subway (with the help of a free shuttle bus), and eventually to the Yonkers bus, and thence to Inter-County Imaging on time.
The mammogram itself was uneventful. Unfun, but uneventful: the technician didn't have to retake any of the pictures, for example, and was cheerful about answering my questions. I did remind her to keep the door closed, having overheard a fair amount of what she said to the previous patient. (Her explanation that she speaks loudly was not exactly reassuring: and I had seen the door open an inch or so during some of what I overheard.)
Thence home. No shuttle bus this time: I decided to walk the one subway stop along Jerome Avenue instead of waiting around. Along the way, I found an Asian market (so labeled). I went in looking for chutney, but this turned out to be an east rather than south Asian market, so I came home with hoisin sauce, pickled ginger, and some of those shrimp-flavored chips/crisps/crackers. And, eventually, apple raspberry juice and chocolate chip–pumpkin "bread" from the Greenmarket.
Also, I have tea, I have
cattitude and julian_tiger here (the latter in fierce mode again, *sigh*), and roadnotes is coming to visit.
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BTW, how do you pronounce your name? "Fee-o-rawg?" "Fay-o-rawg?" I know a few, very few, things about Celtic pronunciation. Based on the principle that Celtic uses two or three letters for each one actually pronounced, I would have guessed "Frog" if it weren't for that accent mark. "Frog Nicbreed."