Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Ships That Pass in the Night

As a prerequisite for the general anesthesia required for the upcoming biopsy, I needed to have an EKG. They said I could just drop by the hospital any day before 10 PM to have it done. I dropped by about 8:00 PM and found that it wasn't necessarily true. Cardiology Tech might have gone home early. Fortunately, Nice Registration Lady was persistent and she was able to track down Cardiology Tech.

When Cardiology Tech and I were finally alone together, I took off my shirt. Cardiology Tech swooned at my hirsuteness.

"Oh, my," she said, "You're hairy. Do you mind if I shave you?"

Women don't ask me that every day.

"Sure," I said.

She dry shaved artistic patches on my chest. She lovingly stuck a profusion of leads to my waiting skin.

"Relax."

The machine hummed. I almost fell asleep.

Sadly, after about five minutes our time together came to an end. Cardiology Tech peeled off the leads one by one. Like heartstrings.

I dressed. I said good bye.

I don't know if I'll ever see Cardiology Tech again. In the photo you can see the scars that this relationship left me with. I surrendered a piece of my heart to her, recorded on floppy disk.

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