Hey everybody......Woahhhh.....Heyyyy.......Lets slow things down.....Waaaaayyyyy down. Lets just chill for a second. Chill and reflect. Chill and reflect.
So. I happen to be one of the critically mentally disturbed some of you speak of. But. But, I'm not disturbed. I'm not crazy. Not insecure....Quiet the opposite. Not as such that I don't recognize I am a touch narcissistic. Thats gotta be worth something? The recognizance of such?? I have a regular physician I see at least once a year, usually more often. She's never suggested I have mental problems. Never even hinted at it. I do have a terrible case of White Coat Hypertension. I do not think that qualifies as crazy though. It's frustrating as hell. But....Crazy??? That would be a stretch, wouldn't it?
By all outward appearances, behavior, social activities, upbringing, etc., etc, I am your average 1% er......Been that way since birth. No shit. I myself was kinda like???? WTF?? Apparently to be a 1%, this from I honestly don't remember the source, It wasn't Buzzfeed or some there mindless "Source"...Were that the case, it wouldn't have stuck with me. I distinctly remember elbowing the wife, and with my finger, pointing out the sentence stating what.....Actually ALL it took to technically be a 1%er.....We were with another couple, and I just wanted to secretly show her....Then kinda stick my chest out for giggles. The whole movement was near brainless to begin with.....Shit...I tend to just go on and on and on.....Sorry. Forgive me. I get sidetracked easily. and it's not even that important. I'm throwing it out for shits and giggles mostly. I'm building up to something, you see? Anyway. Net worth of 2M maybe? 1.5? and/or >350K year. It doesn't matter. I wasn't raised as if......as if anything.....I was raised like everyone else I knew. My folks probably had older vehicles, truth be known. We didn't pay anyone to mow our yard. Maybe had cornbread more than others I knew. We had potatoes almost every damn night of the week. One way or another. I'm well read and well travelled. None of that matters. Maybe a little bit. To get to the point, I'm very comfortable wherever I may be. Be it on the first Tee at Augusta National, or my home course.....Or perhaps at the stockyards, knee deep in shit, be they in Dallas, TX or right here in my little ol county. Now, among many, many other things that I am, or participate in, I am a Cardiophile. First and foremost, I am a Cardiophile.
I love most anything to do with medicine. I like the setting, the clothing, the vocabulary. I like the smell, even. A pretty woman, in well fitted scrubs, stethoscope around her neck.....Hair pulled back....Well. You see my name...The same girl in civilian clothes that knocks me out in scrubs and a stethoscope might not garner a second glance otherwise.
The point? Yes. I'm working up to that. I am married to a beautiful young lady 8 years my junior. We have been together and or married the better part of going on 20 years now. I told her everything there was to know about me very early on in our relationship. Every. Damn. Thing.......By the time we met, I finally had figured out that I was not going to change. Not on some one elses bequest anyway. So just as well declare your faults/quirks/habits/proclivities right up front, so the first time I don't come home until after sunup with lipstick stains on my.....I'm kidding....Just a joke. Where was I?
From almost my very first girlfriend....Real girlfriend. Say, 8'th grade. From that little lady to present, there hasn't been a girl I cared about that when told me they were going to a doctor, a twinge of jealousy didn't hit me. For years and years, I never told a soul about my affinity to the heart. Not just the sound, or the thought of the sound....Or pictures of it, but....Everything heart. From the examination of, to the instruments used for said examination.....Down to something as simple as a nurse with two fingers on my radial....Counting my pulse and respirations....She didn't think I knew she was counting my breaths, but.....Being a Cardiophile and all, I read. A lot. Anything I could muster.
A twinge of jealousy. That jealousy is not and was not because some doctor, some stranger, be they male, female, white, black, big, small.....Not because any of the reasons many of you have suggested. I didn't think the doctor was going to fall in love with my girl. I didn't think my girl was going to fall in love with the doctor.....Or a nurse for that matter and leave me. I couldn't give two shits if he liked at her hoo hoo, or pinched her nipples.....Thats not what gets me going. There was no jealousy because I am fucking insecure. Nor am I mentally challenged or troubled. Now, I cannot speak for all here, just myself. I would reckon that I am in fact speaking for others by the very nature of this little kink. Not a one of the others need be a Cardiophile either. It is not about the heart. To me it is, to someone else, it may well be the breast exam, the palpation of their SO's abdomen, the list goes on and on.....
Jealous, initially, since I never hinted at wanting to do as such.....Take her pulse, auscultate her heart ,her carotids, palpate her femoral, etc., etc., etc., I was and still am to this day, just a little jealous that whomever it may be, is listening to my girls heart. Is fortunate enough to feel her pulse in her radial, feel and hear it in her brachial as they take her blood pressure.....Not a single one of them giving any of it a second thought. It's just part of the job. It's what they do all day. To 99% of the folks out there, none of that is any different than having their fucking oil changed. OK? It's nothing. Be it the perspective of the guy changing the oil, or the person paying to have their oil changed. Its nothing. To the guy that gets off thinking about all that shiny, slimy, slippery oil......It's something. It is something special.
My wife invites me to every single appointment she has ever had since I sort of explained the deal to her many years ago. She gets it. She's not into it, but she gets it. She plays along well, and I figure at that I've got it way better than plenty others. I'm probably a 1% there too, as many I know wouldn't dare come off with their little sexual secrets.
I hope I explained this so all understand. Anything to do with the heart is extremely intimate.....To me. Not you, lest you be a Cardiophile. To me, it is the most intimate part of me I can share with you. So by default,(In my head) your heart is the most intimate part of you that you in turn share with me. I know the doctor isn't getting off to my wife's heart. Her tits, her cunny, her pretty face and fantastic smile. Her wonderful personality even. It's not about that. I just know he/she/it/they gets to listen to her heart at a time I do not. That makes me long even more to be with her. Listening to her. The person behind the act is irrelevant. It is the act itself that makes you dread the day. It's not some crazy ass......If I see that doctor, I'm gonna kick his ass.....Touching my girl.....That, you would have to be nuts. Or getting angry with the SO for going to a Dr.????? OK....I think I've tackled the subject. If anyone here thinks I'm a lunatic, please speak up. If I have not explained my position well enough, please ask. I am seeking input.
Thanks for the platform.