This morning at 10:10 I had and appointment to get all hooked up for my 24 hour blood pressure monitoring. I had to skip some class to be there, but it was a class I don’t like so it worked out well.
The hooking up was done by a kinesiologist, and she was cute, which made what had to be done to me a little more worth it. I was told to take off my shirt (which I didn’t understand because why would I have to take my shirt off to have a blood pressure cuff wrapped around my arm?) and with one look at me she told me that we would have to shave some spots… on my chest. Awesome! But not really. At least I understood at that point why I had taken my shirt off. The undressing and the shaving could only mean one thing; electrodes.
All day now I have not only been wearing a blood pressure monitor complete with giant blue cuff and long obscure hose, but a heart monitor the size of small book as well, with its five electrodes stuck to me, poking out my shirt in random places so that I look like I have 7 nipples. I get to sleep with this gear all night too, and it will be waking me up every hour in its attempt to pinch my arm off at the elbow to take my blood pressure. How totally kick-ass is that?
I’ll be sure to add a picture of me sporting my righteous gear to my gallery, so you can all have a good laugh.
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