I had my annual mammogram done today, and, whilst my right breast was crushed between two Lucite plates, I experienced a hot flash that almost caused me to pass out. Although, to be fair to the hot flash; the wooziness could have been caused by the pain from said crushing of my breast.
Either way, I certainly am glad that I remembered the breathing from childbirth classes all those years ago, because I'm relatively confident that's what got me through.
Well, that and sheer willpower, because there was no way in hell I was going ass up with my boobs out.
It ain't Spring Break circa 1990 over here.
Anyhoodle, that's over for another twelve months. Thank God.