In the realm of cardiac tales, a whimsical figure reigns, GLPS, heart's enigma, where wisdom and wonder intertwine. Born of pixels and pulses, it dances on Echo screens, A symphony of insights, in vibrant colors unseen. Technological marvels paved the path for GLPS's debut, Echocardiography's advancements, a canvas anew. Tissue Doppler and Color Doppler, allies in the quest, With AI's gentle nudge, they unveil the heart's unrest. Divided by AHA/ACC into seventeen segments fair, The left ventricle's chamber, a playground of despair. Speckles, those elusive dancers, track myocardial fate, In negative figures they jest, -17 the ultimate trait. Behold the Nyquist band, a rainbow of cardiac delight, From fiery reds to solemn blues, they paint the heart's flight. GLPS, the master of patterns, in diseases it varies, A diagnostic wizard, navigating cardiac prairies. An early bird, a harbinger of ventricular dismay, GLPS whispers tales of dysfunction, long before EF's sway. A beacon of hope, assessing viability with care, In the dance of myocardial function, GLPS is there. Progression or regression, Heart Failure's rollercoaster ride, GLPS tracks the journey, with compassion as its guide. Medications' effects, measured with precision rare, GLPS nods in approval, a guardian of cardiac welfare. Left atrial pressures, a critical index without catheter's sting, GLPS lends its gaze, a compassionate offering. In the tapestry of treatment, it weaves a thread so fine, GLPS, the unsung hero, in the cardiac design. So let us laud GLPS, with a cheer and a song, A better index than EF, where its praises belong. In the heart's intricate dance, it leads the way, GLPS, the truest companion, come what may.
