A Sonogram

Posted on April 18, 2006 in Body Language

Her name was Lynne, so I guess it was all right to take my pants off for her. I laid down on the table which was cunningly engineered to be too short, turned on my side, and held still while she annointed me using her sonic wand. The test proved inconclusive: there was no sign of a Baker’s Cyst, but that doesn’t mean that there never was one there. All she could show me were two tubes running along my bone: the artery going down, the vein going up. All asphyxiated blood cells go back to the heaven of the heart.