My favorite blog pal Jen gave us excellent advice on how NOT to leave a comment. If only I had absorbed her great words of wisdom. For today, I went one step further. I tweeted about my breasts. By accident.
You may remember my earlier post about a great urge I had to blog about a handsome young black man doctor and a particular part of my anatomy. Now, the anatomy has been named. And all of Twitterverse knows it.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have had some issues with my breasts. And had to go to a doctor. And was felt up by a young physician. Who turned out to be a young idiot.
A wonderful fellow gastroparesis sufferer was concerned and asked if I knew the results of my mammogram. Through Twitter. Being the amazing A+ Certified Hardware and Software technician that I am, I answered her quite clearly. In a private message. From my stupid Blackberry. So I thought.
For after I posted my “private” comment that YES, my mammogram letter came and I am going to be alright, I realized that gee, maybe it wasn’t a private message? Frantically scrolling down, my heart leaped out of my chest when I realized that I had just announced to everyone on Twitter that my boobies were going to be OK.
My mind raced. I wasn’t near a computer and couldn’t figure out how to delete my tweet through the phone. So what do I do? I thought up the best “fix” I could think of and posted a quickly typed breast cancer awareness post. It just came out! The message is very serious and very true. But the quick, childlike attempt at a fix? I might as well have typed, “My daughter took my phone and even though she is only in second grade she posted that I had a positive mammogram result – how funny is that!” SHEESH!
So Jen, I’m raising the bar here. You commented with an incorrect spelling. I tweeted about my breasts. Can you take it a step further so as to save me from my own stupidity?
Please people… PLEASE. Share an embarrassing story with me. A major fail. On YOUR part. So everyone will forget about my breasts.
