Showing posts from March 13, 2011

A Heart Connection

The other day I went for an echocardiogram. It is extraordinary to me, to imagine that someone somewhere once said; "You know what we really need? A way to examine the heart by using ultrasound to monitor movement in physical areas within present time." "Yeah," said the other nurse, looking up in anticipation. "My uncle was in the Navy and they use ultrasound equipment to locate enemy submarines. We could see if we could borrow his."
It was surprisingly empowering to see and hear my own heart. Does anyone remember the episode in Friends, where Jennifer Aniston could not see her baby in the ultrasound photograph? Well, I must admit I could not truly work out what my heart looked like.
It sounded like a washing machine and for a moment, it literally took my breathe away. As a mother must feel an instant love for the smudge that is hers, I was in awe of this pulsing gray mass. It is not something I have earned through hard work or a present that was given to me…

The word wonder

I wonder sometimes -

if wire hangers grow? I know this is not an original thought, who has time for those?
I, similar to Joan Crawford, yet without the cheekbones, hate wire hangers. I despise pulling them out from the depths of my wardrobe as they twist themselves lovingly onto other wire hangers, thus breeding several  that you will find the next week.What I dislike even more than wire hangers, is that sometimes I use them! Why? Why do I think they can suddenly take the weight of my trousers? As soon as you hang anything onto them, they squeal in pain and dip under the pressure. "No, don't use me, I'm just a wire hanger. I hang here to annoy or spoil shoulders occasionally."

I wonder why -
saving my precious CVS reward points for a dark under eye concealer and buying it happily on Saturday - did I find tonight the very same concealer I had obviously bought the other month and had not tried yet. Am I now so rich, that I like to use a different one for each eye?
The …