Most folks associate the word sparkling with champagne, right? Not boobs. Not hardly. Up until recently, I did, too.
It was time for the annual boob squish. I dutifully made my appointment and, on the day appointed, headed over to the diagnostic imaging place. The lady who called me back was very nice, professional yet sweet, and answered my questions. She even explained about the fancy, schmancy new, 3-D machine she was going to use, how it worked and she showed me how it was so much better than prior models.
And then we got down to it. She had me as delicately placed as one can be between the killer plates when I hear her gasp. Hey, wait a minute! She didn’t even take any pics yet. What gives?
I hear a giggle and then I hear, “Carla, you have sparkling boobs.” I’m like. . . . HUH? She is still giggling as she comes over and gets me out of the machine. She brings me back behind the screen to show me the preview and, sure enough, there are little glowing spots all over my boob!
She asked me if I had used any perfume with sparkles (on my boobs?), or maybe sparkling bath stuff. I’m not exactly the Sparkle Plenty type, so I told her no. We couldn’t figure out what was going on, but we had to get the mission accomplished. She sent me into the bathroom with wipes and instructions to wash thoroughly. I washed. The pictures got taken, sans sparkle.
When I got home, I just HAD to know, so. . . . off to the bathroom I went testing all my bath products. Not a sparkle or a glow in any of them. Since it came off in the wash room, it definitely wasn’t my sparkling personality. What had I used?
And then it hit me. Body spray. I love body spray. Sure enough, under the light I saw very minute sparkles in the body spray. I sprayed my hand and put it under the light, just to make sure. Busted! It was the body spray.
Word to the wise: Before going for a mammogram or any other imaging study, I would think, do NOT use anything that has any type of residue at all. It will show up on the film. And, after all, who the hell wants sparkling boobs?
Pass the champagne, please.