Quickie update. Luckily, my doctor is conservative and wants to fully evaluate my condition before throwing a bunch of meds at me so I have been strapped into a monitor for the next 30 days. I will be wired and harnessed for a month. Good thing I am a little tech savvy for the booklet is bigger than the one for my Direct TV DVR.
It is a bit awkward to wear and a bitch to put a bra on around all the electrodes and wires but hopefully it will discover the problem. I am getting better at the bra thing and it should be second nature soon. We humans do adjust.
At first I just went braless but after I had worn it a while I was getting a strange pain in my upper back and I started thinking "come on---now what?" Then I had some errands to run plus a friend to visit and at my age, braless in public is not a good thing unless it is winter with heavy clothing. "Perky" is no longer in my vocabulary. So I suited up, tucked the sensor into my bra and went forth.
Oddly the back pains just quit and I realized that the extra pound or so hanging from my neck in the form of the sensor was causing the pain since just going braless has never been a problem before. Again--simple solutions. No more being braless--no more pain.
Guess that takes being a rap star off my bucket list. I'd never survive the heavy neck bling.
So far, no new episodes, my new diet has me contentedly losing weight and all is well.
Thank you all for your caring and informative comments. You are the best.
Now for the inappropriate laughter.
Sometimes choking back inappropriate laughter can be life threatening. While I was waiting in a doctor's office recently I overheard the following. The chairs were back to back in the waiting room so my ear was available for the conversation of the people directly behind me. No straining required.
An older gent was filling out the new patient form when he turned to his wife.
"You know," he said in a tone loaded with irony, " I have had diarrhea for over a year now and I still can't spell it."
Not sure how I kept from barking out a heehaw. I sat there with shoulders jerking, belly jumping and basically suffocating. Suppression just makes it so much worse. That he had diarrhea for over a year was not funny but the fact that he still couldn't spell it after all that time cracked me up.
He might feel better to know I just had to resort to spell check to get it right. Karma??
Ever get the giggles at the wrong time?