ponderings of a pretty pretty princess

My heart goes mur-mur instead of pitty-pat.

I have always said mur-mur. It's how I talk, when I'm not chirping or screeching. And now I know why.

I have a heart that says mur-mur.

Actually, it says gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.

It's a bad thing called Hypertrophic CardioMyopathy, or Hokum. I have to take a pill efurry day for it, and the pill might make it better, or it might make it stay the same, or it might have no effect and my heart will get more and more gurgly and I will have trouble breathing.

I don't want that. I think I'll take my pills. They're very little pills, anyway, so taking them is not so bad.

And I have to go back to see the heart expert guy in six months, or a year, or earlier if I'm not doing so well.

A year is fine by me!