Echocardiogram?
'What the fucks that? ' I asked my G P.
'It'll give us a clearer picture of your heart.
and any residual damage post your 1991
heart attack', he clarified.
Shyte, that made me feel so important -
residual - post - 1991 heart attack - fatal
words and I'm still here, larger than?
So off I went to have it done and, 'call me
Sandy, dun it, ' Her 50,000th echothingo in
a long and distinguised career.
Several clicks, buzzes and pops later she
said, 'I'm not supposed to tell you, but you
don't have residual heart muscle damage.'
I could have, and damn near kissed Sandy.
jerry hughes
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