speed up
Fast-forward 38 days. Very, very fast.
But here’s one very slow, painfully still moment: December 4th. I can only liken it to the day of some big exam, the one a whole grade, the entire semester, a major scholarship, one’s college education hinges on. Except it was bigger.
December 4th had the potential to be either the best or the worst day of my life. Of our lives, me and the Missus. We’re at the hospital for her first evaluation and, if it can show anything, for an ultrasound. (Or, er, a more invasive camera — didn’t come to that, thankfully.)
I had an ultrasound used on me before; when I had alarming pains in my side, I was whisked to the Emergency Room and prodded under the ribcage in case I was having a gall bladder attack. With, perhaps, the nicest technician ever operating the device, the Missus and I had a much more positive experience. Particularly when a little bean appeared on the screen with a flickering sac pounding at an estimated 178 beats per minute.
The tech wiggled the cursor at the bean’s image on the screen. “There’s its head. And its little bottom.” (more…)
