So, I had an echocardiogram this morning, and honestly, I felt like I was at a spa. The room was warm, the lights were dim. The fact that I was half undressed on a hospital bed, awkwardly propped on my side against a pillow, tented under a towel and being ultrasounded by a gal I'd never seen before did not detract from my relaxing experience. I doubt anyone has ever enjoyed an echo more. This strongly suggests to me that my weekend was entirely too nuts. All is totally well, btw. Just a slight murmur. I felt some guilt about what was probably utterly superfluous testing, but then again, the R&R was off the charts.
A friend of mine posted this on Facebook recently, and I think it is marvelous.
"We must be willing to get rid of the life we had planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -Joseph Campbell