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I went for a breast screening downtown today and loved the experience. I arrived 15 minutes early--when you take the bus, you tend to arrive early because you’ve allowed extra time. My appointment was for 11:05. By 11:05, I was done and on my way out the door. Here’s what I love:

No paper work.
I hand them the sheet I got in the mail, they ask me my DOB, and then I sit down.

No pink gowns.
They show me into a cubicle and give me a basket. I take my bra off, put my top back on, and go into the x-ray room with my basket. I whip my top off, the technician takes four views, then I put my top back on, go to the changing room, put my bra back on, and I’m off.

Can you imagine that in the U.S.? I have never had a medical appointment in the U.S. without filling out the same paperwork over and over, ticking dozens of boxes confirming that I’ve never had any of dozens of ailments. And I always thought the laundering of hundreds of pink gowns every day is silly. Do women really feel better about the process because they sat around in a pink gown for a half hour reading a magazine? There is so much waste in the U.S. medical system--waste of money and of time.
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