Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Cranky.

Got my holter monitor today and I'm ashamed to bitch about it, (because I'm damn lucky to be here) but I will bitch anyway. The flipping holster broke during my business lunch so I ended up with the wire and monitor in my lap just before salad was served. Nothing like feeling professional. I had to drive all the way back out to hospital for another (all the while stressing over the fact I broke the thing). They replaced it, apparently this happens all the time ("Hope you didn't have to drive too far.")

By late afternoon the itching was intense. They used this sandpaper type stuff to scratch up my skin so the electrode adhesive would stick. Then they tape the things over to ensure they don't fall off but still itch like a bitch. WTF? Is this part of what they are monitoring? If I will go INSANE from itching? I have sensitive skin, forgive me already. Can't you medical bastards come up with something the doesn't itch or rip my flipping skin off?

I have to keep a log of symptoms and times (as well as when I eat and sleep; thankfully they did not tell me I have to record my bathroom visits). I believe in due time I will record that the itching made me insane. I think I like pain better than itching. Try resisting the scratch because you know it will mess up your 48 hour heart test. Mess up the test and you start the process over again. What kind of sick bastard thought up this torture?

I took my walk tonight but had to stop because I was sweating and was afraid my electrodes would fall off. Then I had to give myself a sponge bath because I can't shower until this is over. Freaking great. At least the temperature is lower than last week.

At 9:45 I logged my glass of wine. Red wine. Heart smart. That will show those bastards.

Okay, I will stop now......

2 comments:

Queen of the Mayhem said...

I see you are having a Calgon moment....or many of them!

Pamela said...

I've been the recipient of one of those sandpapering. Never again. I'll slug 'em.