I Do Not Like It When My Heart Kicks My Ass

I am a little tired of this part of the story. I can deal with most other aspects of it all, but this part I do tire of from time to time, mostly because it is grossly inconvenient. Sure, it does give a little (or big) kick and reminds me "HEY! You're still alive!" but I do not like it when my heart kicks my ass. And, I do not particularly enjoy the company of cold hands sticking me with sticky stickers that are connected to wires connected to a machine that is supposed to reveal my secrets. I don't like to be touched and I don't like to be stuck with electrodes or whatever they are. Plus sometimes they don't like to come off and it's like pulling a band-aid. What fun! Also, why must they do tests that don't really mean anything? If they'd ask I would tell them all they need to know! It's really not that complicated. Mind you, I do not have their medical degree, but really, it can't be that bad. What is a little "heart tracing" going to reveal? A big fat nothing. NOTHING. I'll bet you 10 bucks that this is a waste of time. I'm interested in what else they have to say, but as far as those dumb electrodes and bloodwork go, I'm not worried. That's another thing - I hate bloodwork. It's dumb. They poke me and they poke me and they poke me and they get nothing. The nurse popped the needle into a finally-found vein and no blood came out. NO BLOOD CAME OUT. Weird. "Other arm please," she said. Poke, poke, poke, poke and nope...back to the other arm...nope. Back and forth, back and forth, "make a fist!" She calls someone in and they poke poke poke. They press down hard after they're done and I still bruise. I can tell them something: they won't find anything in those vials. They never do. I don't know why they keep doing it. I mean, yes, I technically know why they do it, but seriously...It'll be fine. I realize I'm ranting but at this point do not really care. I know that the doc with the nice shoes is good, but what's with the testing? At least I've got the needle part out of the way. Blah....oh well, at least I can get some coffee afterward with one of my favorite people in the entire world and perhaps do a little shopping. I love people who are not male and who don't suck! Woo!

Ha ha Teri, I wigged out again for a second and asked that question that made you laugh... you know what I'm talkin' about!