Give me a moment to grab my soapbox from under my bed.

New York City apartments have no storage space.

Yesterday morning, my good luck charm, aka my husband, walked me through Central Park and down 6th Avenue to midtown for my annual mammogram.

I preregistered so I only waited a few minutes.

The process has changed. You no longer head to the waiting room to partially disrobe and then are escorted to the mammogram room.

The mammo technician takes you right into the boob room.

Unfortunately, she was not gentle, treating the girls like a cooked turkey ready for slicing and very matter of fact.

Whatever. It was a bit disappointing because the women are usually so kind and gentle.

10 minutes later I was on my way because they no longer have radiologists on site.

We celebrated with a lovely celebratory breakfast at Jam’s and then took the girls back Uptown.

I did receive my results last night and the girls are good to go.

Please, schedule your annual Mammogram and do not forget to vote, two very important issues that are good for your overall health.