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Yesterday I had to go get a echocardiogram because since I was one years old, I've had some sort of murmur in my heart along with some artery or vein being too small with a very thick valve (there is a name for this, but I will go on to explain later why I don't know). I've been getting my heart checked along with ECGs every 2-4 years and I hate it.

It wasn't so bad when I was little for very obvious reasons. For one thing, while I was younger, I didn't mind doing it nor do I even remember doing it. But as a I became older and more aware of the... ahem... changes in my body, being naked and being poked around with a slimy thing didn't seem that comfortable anymore (laugh at the sexual innuendo!).
 
Both parties in real life aren't that happy to be doing this.
(I'm on my side with one of those gowns unlike this guy who is perfectly comfortable and boobless being topless, smiling like he's getting a happy ending from a masseuse *cue the laughter/cringing*)

This year was a different because I am now considered an adult and now could no longer be checked under pediatrics. So I had to go to a completely new place to get everything done, plus I have to go twice unlike before where I got checked-up (weighed, height measured..etc. ), echocardiogram, ECG and doctor consultation all in one day. And the ultrasound technician had NO record of what my problem was.... Neither did I since I would assume, when you go transfer to another doctor, the previous doctor would consult with said new doctor about such things.

Professional, eh?

Oh well. It looked like they had a problem to begin with because the receptionist couldn't even find my appointment and had to call a whole bunch of people confirming it. I'm not complaining about the professionalism here but I would like to think "We're in this whole new technologically advanced era. Is it that earth-shattering that you cannot find the name of a scheduled patient?"

All in all, both parties were embarrassed because: A) They never saw me coming for an appointment, B) No previous records, C) I had no previous records of my heart condition and had to drag my mom into the room and tell the technician what my heart condition is, to only find that my mom's been telling all my elementary and high school teachers the wrong name of my condition, and finally, D) I have no idea what my condition is called.

And I have a bruise around my boob because my "ribs are very close together" and I lied about my weight since they didn't weigh me today.
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