This Old Heart of Mine . . .

I headed back to the hospital this morning to have the holter monitor removed and have an ECG performed. Coincidentally, I was matched up with the same Romanian tech as yesterday. After relieving me of my eight electrodes, he applied a new set for the ECG. Then, he adjusted them. And readjusted them. Checking the machine, he readjusted them again. I swear, I'm certain that after all that manhandling, he and I would be considered as married in most third world countries!

The lesson of the past two days is this: if you're going to need a test performed in a hospital, have it performed at the MGH's cardiology clinic. On both occasions, I barely had time to sit myself down before being called. The walk up the hill to the hospital took longer than the test itself! I have no idea how they manage to deal with their patients as quickly as they do, but I sure wish other departments took a lesson from this one. (That would be directed to Julia's back surgeon's clinic, where we spent 6 hours for her last appointment!)

So now I wait for my doctor's appointment to come along and give me (hopefully!) the good news. In the meantime, I have my trip to LA to keep my heart pitter pattering. I CAN'T WAIT!!!

*thumpTHUMPthumpTHUMPthumpTHUMPthumpTHUMPthumpTHUMPthump*

My Telltale Heart

This morning, I added to my wardrobe. For the next 24 hours, I'll be wearing a holter monitor.

I had an extremely short wait (I know! I couldn't believe it either!) at the MGH before I heard my name being called, complete with Eastern European accent. The technician and I, a swarthy guy from Romania, quickly became acquainted. Of course, it helped that I was stripped down to my waist and that he was swabbing me with teeny patches alcohol swabs. It was a quick process; the only downside was having to be rubbed with sandpaper (apparently, it helps the electrodes to latch on to your skin), something the technician apologized profusely for having to do. Once the electrodes were all affixed and he had given me the required instructions, he graciously readjusted my boobs back into my bra. Needless to say, he and I are now officially dating. (ROFLMFAO!!!)

So here I sit, hoping I'll have another bout of arrhythmia. Of course, if Murphy's Law holds true to form, this will be the medical equivalent of bringing your car to the garage because it's making a weird noise, only to have it purr like a kitten while the mechanic's listening to it.

I return tomorrow morning, when the monitor will be removed and an ECG performed. And then, I wait ...

... thump thump ... thump thump ... thump thump ... thump thump ...

(thanks to my personal photog, Julia ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ )

Fun Fact #1 . . .

. . . c'est TELLEMENT bien meilleur quand c'est réciproque!