At least I've got heart

or so it seems from this week's ECHO. The tech at VGH was much nicer than the one at Lion's Gate who gave me my first and last ECHO. This time 'round, I got to see everything. Very cool. I can only imagine what expectant mother's must feel when glimpsing their soon-to-be-born for the first time. Seeing my own heart beating was nothing short of awesome. I could clearly see the valves opening and closing, the various chambers expanding and contracting as they pumped the blood around. Overall, the images looked not unlike something that was being recorded by means of a pin-hole camera - lots of shadows amid an expanse of graininess. One view was especially interesting. It looked like a bird's-eye view of me dancing the twist with the two valves substituting for my arm gyrations. Sadly, my heart's attempt has nothing on the likes of  John Travolta and Uma Thurman in "Pulp Fiction". Perhaps I can persuade my Valentine-shaped muscle to adopt more of a funky chicken attitude. After all, that's the only dance I've managed to perform with any degree of success.