The young lady with the gel-laden scanning device had some difficulty in making a picture of my heart this morning and said she’d have to get a senior colleague to attend.
“It’s still there, though, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Oh yes. It’s there. Just being a bit shy.”
The more senior colleague appeared, seeming to me to be no older than the first young lady. The main difference being that she applied a great deal more pressure.
Of a sudden I heard a “squelch, squelch, squelch” sound.
“Is that me?”
“Yup. There you are.”
The two young ladies conferred, saying that there was no apparent enlargement, and that the valves are clear.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Your heart is fine. But a consultant will have to see the pictures and readings and deliver an official verdict.”
“How long will it be before I go back to my GP for a further consultation?”
“Oh, give it about four weeks.”
And so, out I strolled, bearing my fine heart, ready to smile at a fresh but bright morning.
All’s well with my world.
