December 07, 2005
I've got something that is, to me, a medical miracle attached to my sweats. It's roughly the size of an old walkman (cassette-type), and the wires I mentioned run from the thing to six different sensors taped to my chest (and wow, that's gonna hurt tomorrow when they take 'em off).
It's a friggin' portable ECG machine with a 24-hour recording device built in. The cardiologist will take the recording of a day's worth of heart activity, study it to see how my ticker is... um... ticking, and sometime next week, I meet with him (or, hopefully, his assistant, Aneta), and he/she will tell me if things are all okay now over a month after The Incident. I hope.
Still, it has it's problems. It WEIGHS as much as the old-style walkman, complete with batteries, so it keeps trying to drag my pants down. Because of the wires, I can't actually tuck my shirt in. And, worst of all...
...I can't get the sensors or the device wet. No shower in the morning, in other words.
Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. Ick.
Posted by: Wonderduck at
04:38 PM
| Comments (2)
| Add Comment
Post contains 213 words, total size 1 kb.
If you also need me to estoll the virtues of browsing in Firefox, you know I can also do that for hours, however I suspect that would be less useful.
Posted by: flotsky at December 07, 2005 08:46 PM (6T2ID)
Of course, when they took the thing back today, they RIPPED the stickypads off my chest. I don't CARE that that's the least painful way of removing 'em, they STILL hurt.
And I look like I was attacked by a squid.
Posted by: Wonderduck at December 08, 2005 06:28 PM (6krEN)
47 queries taking 0.1167 seconds, 277 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.
