I went into the room for the echocardiogram and was surprised at how dim they kept it. The lights were turned way down low and it reminded me of the "overnight" part of an overnight flight.
The lady came in wearing blue scrubs and told me to lay on my side on the cot. I don't want to sound disparaging, but I want to be accurate. I think the best way to describe her is "matronly". She reminded me of a chubby, urban grandma. Maybe not chubby. Maybe stout is a better word. The kind of grandma who still goes and gets her highlights and her nails did. She talked to me about her son, who is just a few years younger than me.
When I was situated, she rolled her stool up behind me, and tucked her arm around me to position the equipment over my chest. I wish I could share a picture of it. It would be so much more accurate than my description. It was almost like a hug.
It was about 30 minutes later by my watch, when I woke myself up with my own snoring.
Awkward? Yeah, a little. She was still conducting the test, and I couldn't remember if she was still talking when I fell asleep. And snoring in front of strangers is always a bit off-putting.
But y'know what"s worse than the shame? After it was all done, I told Carol, and now I think she's a bit jealous.