Maybe you're right, I guess I am an anal jerk!

I got the heart monitor this afternoon, the one I'm supposed to wear for thirty days. I have had it on for eleven hours or thereabouts, and it is driving me insane. It's not the wearing of it. That wouldn't be so bad. I could wear a heart monitor for thirty days, no problem. It's that the thrice-damned thing won't stay on. It wont allow me to wear it. I've gone through five fricking sets of sticky electrodes in eleven hours. I don't move that much, I'm not sweating, I'm not wearing heavy clothes, I wipe with the alcohol prep pads and don't pull on the wires. They just fall off. It's making me insane. I'm paying six hundred dollars for the damn thing, it could at least do me the courtesy of working.

Tomorrow I'm going to call the clinic and ask for better stickies, or at least some skin-appropriate tape to hold them down with. I'm getting tired of having to excuse myself to go spelunking inside my own shirt while I'm at school. Tonight I think may be a lost cause, because there is no possible way that these electrodes will stay on. I'm going to give it my best try, though. I think I may still have some spirit gum that hasn't totally dried up in my makeup kit. If anything will hold a recalcitrant electrode against my skin for a few hours, that will.