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Apart of me saw it coming, or maybe imagined it, but I never expected it. So my reaction was, of course, surprised to finally hear the words from the doctor's mouth.
It was as any other visit, standard policies and the like, just a follow up of some blood work. I can remember that day, which is unusual for me since my memory is not quite, well how to put this. I am not so much the sharp knife in the drawer. I'm not even a fork. I'm more of the spoon. But I digress. The sky, lightly clouded, was casual blue, and the air carried the fragrance of earlier rains. It was a humid day, as any other, but a normal one.
Walking in, signing in, and waiting. Why was it such a long process? I honestly believe that on any normal visit a person will spend more time in the waiting room than in the doctor's office. But I will not bore you with the details of the waiting room, of the white walls and the smell of rubbing alcohol, nor of the sickly old people or young parents with the arguing kids. I'll just let you fill in the blank.
Once in the doctor's room, I had to go through the usual procedures. Height, weight, blood pressure, so forth and so on. Then add an additional half hour of waiting. But now at least I am away from the people. And when the docter finally walks in, I look up, see his brown eyes searching through some papers. No doubt the results of the latest work.
He sat down, puzzled, as if he'd never look at the papers until just now, and that was entirely likely. He looked up, looked down, and repeated this about five or six times.
"Well...." He began. "The results came back and..." There was another pause, filled in not with silence but the steady ticking of the clock.
"You don't have a heart."
"What?"
"I don't understand it either."
I let the information sink in. I wasn't phased actually, I just sat there looking at him. And the clock. The bothersome clock. I can't help but mention the clock. It was the most perculiar thing. For instead of numbers, it had different organs, and for some reason it struck me as morbidly strange. I want a clock like that.
"So what's pumping my blood then?"
"Your spleen sorta took over that function."
"I didn't know it could do that."
"Neither did I."
There was another pause. Perhaps he just didn't know what to say, or how to respond. So I waited patiently, every now and then looking back to the clock. Where would one even purchase that sort of clock?
"Soooo....." I finally chirped in. "Are there any, complications or things I should worry about?"
"It's not really a normal thing but, you have a higher risk of catching a case of death."
"Sounds serious. What are the symptoms?"
"Generally the symptoms of death are absence of heart beat."
I felt my wrist to check for a pulse. "Already got that. Anything else?"
"Difficulty or lack of breathing. Have you had problems breathing?"
"Yes but generally I cure that by inhaling followed by exhaling."
"Well I'm going to write you up a prescription about that missing heart beat. I want you to come back in a week and tell me if it's gets any worse." The doctor began scribbling an order on a slip of paper before handing it to me.
I glanced over it. It was a prescription calling for extra strength band aids. With aloe....
I'd really like a clock like that.