24-hour Companion
Starting at 11:30 am on Thursday, I had a constant companion for 24 hours. It was much closer than most human companions, since it was stuck to me in various intimate places: my chest, under my breast, my side. It had four arms that draped from these locations and connected with its body, which I wore in my pocket or placed under my pillow while I was sleeping. Yes, I even slept with this new companion, with full knowledge of my husband.
In some ways, this was the perfect companion. It didn’t talk, only listened. And listened to no one but me. Now if it had been listening to what I had to say, it would’ve been nice. But it was only listening to my heart. This new friend was a Holter Monitor and will let my doctor know if there’s anything strange about my heart rhythms. If only my companion was more quickly forthcoming with this knowledge. But no, I must wait until next week to find out what it thought of me.
Praying for perfect rhythm,
Carrie
