So you know how I have to go to the hospital for testing twice a week, right? I get to lie in bed with monitors attached to my belly to measure fetal heart rate and my contractions and with a blood pressure reader on my arm. A machine I’m attached to prints out the fetal cardiogram.
Suddenly, the machine started making the kind of scary beeping noises and flashes that on TV shows are usually followed by “Code blue! Code blue! The patient is flat-lining!” The printout from the machine stopped creating a cardiogram and, instead, spelled out in big letters:
The End
Final
Ende
Finale
It took me a few minutes to realize that the machine was not announcing the end of me but, rather, the end of the paper roll it used to create the cardiogram.
“Wow, you had this strange spike in blood pressure as you were lying here,” the nurse commented later. “I wonder what could have caused it.”
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