Walking to my echocardiagram, the sky exploded in thunder and lightening. The rain was driving, almost tropical. Normally, for those of us who search for signs, a violent storm would be ominous, but not then. At that moment I felt better. I don't know, something about electricity coursing through a surprised November sky made me think about how I don't often have trust in my body, and how sometimes unexpected things happen. For me, this was a sign that my heart just might work.
I was right. It looks like there is a minor problem, but nothing to write home about. No gaping, flopping ventricle, no evidence of a massive heart attack. I have to await the final word, but it looks ok.
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in my culture, abundant rain or a violent storm is actually good luck.
twice this has happened to me: once on my wedding day, and once when my third daughter was born.
this is good luck...no doubt about it.
i don't have 3 daughters or anything but i just think that natural outpourings are cool. i'm sure everything is good.(dag, beer did it again.)
I tried to respond last night but I had too many drinks and I couldn't quite put the words together. And now, still not so much.
I need to go drink a pound of coffee. And water.
And thanks for the natural outpourings.
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