I found myself in the cardiologist office the other day. Wouldn't have been my first choice, but when your heart says "jump" your only question is "how high?"
While waiting for the doctor to come in, my husband kept me entertained by making up cardio stories about the posters on the wall, and "educating" me with the model of a human heart. Now don't tell me you've never done that, or at least were tempted to. I was feeling a little more light-hearted (yes, pun intended) by the time who I thought was a nurse, came in to get things up and running. Turns out, she is actually a student there.
The point is, she was very pleasant, but more than that, she had a good sense of humor. The three of us were able to joke and that really put me at ease, since the cardiologist's office is not exactly Midway at the Fair. Adeptly she fitted me up with my 24-hour friend, Mr. Monitor, to track my heart's meanderings, sputterings and flip flops. And fashionable as the monitor is, comfort and convenience aren't its top priorities. It wasn't terrible, don't get me wrong, but Yaritza hooked me up smoothly, and spiced it up with some good jokes about it.
So thank you Yaritza, you made a tense experience a lot less so for both my husband and I. You were a life savor who will someday probably be a life saver.
