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We were trying to keep me from Vietnam.
That was more than a worry back then, it was reality.
18 year old boys, upon their birthday, were subject to the draft.
I was lucky, my number was horrible (35 (out of 365, mine would have been picked), but, mine was the first year of NO DRAFT.
However, we didn't know that when I was 14 years old.
So, my Doctor heard a murmur.
A heart murmur.
He probably spent 20 minutes with his stethoscope, hovering over my seated body and moving from point to point on my chest and back, like some long legged bird, poking in the sand for food.
Then, he brought in his partner Doctor, who proceeded to listen as well.
They decided I needed a fluoroscopical investigation. This involved swallowing "barium", that glows as it goes down a throat and into one's stomach, when view fluroscopically.
So, in a few days, we went to the hospital and I performed that test with ease.
Back in the Doc's office, we were to listen to the results.
Oh well, no murmur or other problem in the chest...
However, when mom and the Doc went out of the room, the nurse came in, thinking she's now going to "wow" me somehow...
She said she'd like to compare two x-rays, mine and a "Full grown 6'4" man's", like to see how much more I have to grow or something...never has been understood what she was doing exactly.
Turning on the light, she stuck two films into the slots, and let me know "Your chest is on the left".
I laughed out loud since my lungs were larger than the other guys, already.
Thanks to swimming 10 year competitively at that point. She was perplexed.
(33 seconds over 10 minutes, so sue me).
Love you, got a huge day, ciao for now.
