January 7, 2020
I spent the morning watching my own heart.
Written June 2019. I had an echocardiogram this morning. I lay on my side with goop on my chest, watching a black and white image of my own heart pumping. At one point, the ultrasound tech turned the sound on, and I heard the echo-y swish-and-pump inside my chest. For a handful of seconds, I listened with privileged awe as…