“I know what we need!” she said, reaching out to grab the
squeeze tube.
“It’s because of all the hair” She said, only seeming a
little apologetic at the thought. It was really hard to concentrate, given the
fact that other people were waiting outside. I am sure they would
have heard the groan of the bed under my weight.
She was still bent over the side of the bed I was on. I
could tell that she was not used to this position. Her breathing became more
labored. A lock of her hair now even dangled in front of her.
“There it is!” she exclaimed finally, straightening up and
tucking the lock of hair behind her ear. The gel itself was odorless, but I was
sure it was going to leave a stain on my clothes once the deed was done. She
squeezed out some of the gel on me and with her finger made little circles. I
lost track of how much gel she used.
I was sure all this gooey plop noises would have perked up a
few ears outside the room. She looked close to being done. Her movements were
now crisper. She moved about with more precision, more purpose, She had to
finish me off, the queue outside was not getting any shorter.
“For the gel...“, she
said, tossing some tissue at me. We were finally done.
I was spent. Waiting in queue for a whole day for an ECG as
part of a full body diagnostic is no mean feat, and the fact that the nurse was
unable to attach any of the ECG leads on my chest without the gel could have
been the lowest point in the entire affair.
