Went for my heart scan… Couldn’t bring myself to turn my head to look at the monitor… Then spent the rest of the exam pondering “why” I was so afraid to look.
It’s not like I would peer into the monitor and see a gestating xenomorph attached to my aorta waiting to burst through my chest, squeal and then run across my lifeless body, off the table, out the door and into the ventilation system to later be mistaken for the pet cat of the poor unsuspecting maintenance guy who, the poor bastard, would be grabbed by unseen hands, pulled into an adjacent dark corner and disemboweled…….. (*gasp*)….. (*pause*)
Fortunately – the eery swish-wish noise of my blood pumping broadcast through the speakers of the diagnostic device would regularly interrupt my day-dream contemplations of what horrible prognosis, (extraterrestrial or otherwise), may be awaiting me.
Then I’d get creeped out by said swish-wish noise… and my mind would start wandering again…. What was that? Should it sound that slushy? What if….
*rinse and repeat.
It didn’t occur too me to document anything until I was retrieving my car from the valet…. when I caught myself thinking about how these new advanced medicine centers are more and more closely resembling hotels.
Then I caught myself thinking I was constructing a blog entry.
nonsense.
