Excuse me Miss, why are there wires hanging from your shirt?

"...I ate a bunch of C4 and I'm having a bad day, okay?!"

Just to warn you, this post may be a little TMI for the timid reader. Maybe it won't be. But hell, if I didn't warn you, I'd be hearing it later.

So I got to wear a heart monitor halter for 24 hours. Boy, was that akward. First I had to get the thing on, "Please take off your shirt and bra..." "Um.....what?" I really did ask again if I needed to take off my bra. Thank goodness it was a female doc or otherwise I would have been even more freaked out. I am not prude, just uncomfortable. It isn't everyday a random stranger tells you to strip. Well, at least for me it's not. Anyway I stared straight ahead and tried not to think about it. I know it wasn't a huge ordeal....it just reminded me that I am really not looking forward to OBGYN next week though. They placed the sticky monitor electrodes, three just below my neck, two on the sides about mid-ribcage and then two below my boobs.

The most akward thing about the damn halter was the wires. Imagine seven large band-aids stuck to your chest with wires protruding from your shirt to a monitor hanging off your belt. It was really weird. I felt like a bomb. I didn't sleep very well with the thing on. One of the three stickies sitting below my neck started to come off when I had a fever in the middle of the night (I've been running hot and cold randomly lately, and here I thought I was too young for hot flashes). I got up and wandered around my room for a while from about 1:30 - 5am. I played a little early morning Halo and also crocheted a bit.

Let me backtrack a second. After I got done at the doctor's office, Travis (Physics) picked me up and we went bowling and saw Revenge of the Sith. I had fun...but it did make me realize a ton of things about myself and how I interact with others and what I need. This is why I like being single. If you are totally confused I may explain it in a later post...like the next one.

One thing about my halter, was the little box on my belt had a countdown back from 24 hours. This again, made me feel like a bomb.
I'm a 10 second bomb, I'm a 9 second bomb, I'm an 8 second bomb...
I was counting down till when I could rip the thing off. I was playing video games (because I couldn't go to the gym with the thing on.....grrrr), and Amy called just as I was watching the display countdown the last minute. I didn't let anything stop me from getting this damn thing off...
*pauses mid-game of team slayer*"...hey Ames! I get to take off my stupid heart monitor *rip* ow!! ewwwwww....there is this icky gooey stuff....oh gross, *rip* ow! ow! ow! these things are so hard to get off, yes I am trying to take it off fast like a band-aid...I don't want it on any longer anyway, stupid annoying wires...*rip* OW! fuck!"

After two showers and trying to get it off with rubbing alcohol, I still have sticky stuff on my chest from the monitor.

The gooey residue stuff is more presistant than duct tape.

Current Mood: Tired...and annoyed that my new Xbox controller broke....again.
Current Music: Rain and thunder. Rain makes me happier though.