I must be a whole house. Half my joints sound like the ice maker, while the other half crunch like the coffee bean grinder. My ears ring like a 9.6 kbs modem (yes, that old). My lungs imitate the furnace fan kicking on. And my gut gurgles like a clogged toilet flushing. Not sure whether to be happy or scared that I can’t hear my heart.
I must be a whole house. Half my joints sound like the ice maker, while the other half crunch like the coffee bean grinder. My ears ring like a 9.6 kbs modem (yes, that old). My lungs imitate the furnace fan kicking on. And my gut gurgles like a clogged toilet flushing. Not sure whether to be happy or scared that I can’t hear my heart.