“When,” as Caedmon’s Call put it, “did my heart get so petrified?” February 19, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 6commentsSeriously. My heart must be made of stone.
Perhaps I can blame it on Apologia Science. 
Here’s the story. Three times, in the past week, have I heard something and my thoughts showed a sort of “priorities out of whack” pattern.
- A little boy whom we know (vaguely) had his appendix rupture and it was removed. My first thought: “WOW! How timely! Just when I’m on the lymphatic system!” Second thought: “That’s very interesting.” Third thought (or thereabouts): “Ow, poor Alex.” *has to explain to sibs where the appendix is, roughly, and that yes, it does correspond to where Madeline has a scar when she has her appendix out. They’re not that illiterate, just forgetful.*
- Our guest preacher said something about someone (obviously, I wasn’t clear on the details) having a problem with his spleen (maybe he had it removed too?). My thought process was pretty much the same as above.
- Then, yesterday, Ben B told me he pulled a hamstring (fencing is a dangerous business). First thought: “Uhoh. Don’t remember what muscle exactly we’re talking about.” Second thought: “Ouch.” Third thought: “I really should go look that up.” (By the way, it’s a group of three muscles — the biceps femoris, the semimembranosus, and the semitendinosus.)
In other words, the human bio course — which I love immensely — is turning what used to simply be sympathetic emotions into interest. Strange. So if you get injured, I will still be sorry about it… but I may also be thinking about little pictures of how that part of your body is supposed to work and… so forth.
*grins* Just the way my mind works.  
