ECHO... Echo... echo...

I had my heart echocardiogrammed last week on Wednesday.

It was pretty cool to see my heart jumping around inside my chest, listening to it whish-whish as it contracted and released.

So, today I went in to get the results and the doctor looked at the data, looked at me, back at the data, back at me and then asked,
"So, why are you here?"

I was there because my general practitioner thought she heard a murmur and wanted to make sure it wasn't MVP (not Most Valuable Player) Mitral Valve Prolapse... and because I'm adopted and my biological mother's side of the family had heart problems, but not until well into their late 80s.

Anyway. The doctor thought I was crazy and assured me that my heart was functioning "normal."

Excuse me? I'm more of an "excellent" type of functioner. I need that reassurance.
I asked him to take another look.

But. He wouldn't budge on his diagnosis.

Normal.

Ugh, as in average. *sigh*