I don't like the way they inject needle inside my veins.
I don't like the way they smear gel on my tummy.
I don't like the way I have to lean on machine wearing an ugly gown.
I don't like the way I have to lift my shirt up.
I don't like the way they push my tummy.
I don't like the way they press a lame instrument on my chest.
I don't like the way it deliberately touches my breasts.
I don't like the way they ask me to breathe.
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