Grr hospitals. Grr, thrash, blarg sturm & drang. 
I swear Good Sam is a psychology experiment gone awry. So yesterday I arrive there for my stress test, and I start to feel like a rat in a maze. They even have little cards printed up telling you which way to go, but I think they purposely confused left & right, because I almost ended up walking into a wall just trying to find registration. If my test is supposed to measure stress, they damn well have something to measure now.
So I finally arrive at registration, and once they take all my insurance info and demand a $25 deposit (which I never got back, by the way), they again send me out into the unknown to find my way to the cardiology dept on the top floor. Ugh.
I finally make it there, and then I'm told to take off my shirt while the nurse straps all these gadets and wires on me that make me look like I'm being assimilated by the Borg. I'm told to get on the treadmill and start walking while it gradually inclines and speeds up. 10 minutes of this and I realize something: I'm incredibly out of shape.
Once they get my heart rate to the desired level, they finally stop me and take ultrasound images of my heart with this sticky gel and something that looks like a deodorant knob. Meanwhile, I'm drenched in sweat, and the doctor touches me and says "ugh". Thanks, lady. She gives me a towel to dry off, tells me my heart seems fine, and sends me on my way.
Since I'm down near the Gaslights, I take a trip down to Ludlow to check it out. I haven't been down there in a long time, but it's still the same place: bohemian paradise, far from the frats and all-around douchebags that live further up the hill. I love the Gaslights simply for the sense of community I feel whenever I'm down there. It truly feels like a little village. Once my lease is up in my current place, I'm seriously considering looking for a place down here.
Judging from my performance on the treadmill, I think I'm going to make a pact with myself as well: I will allow myself to drink coffee on the weekends if I go for a walk every morning and avoid caffeine during the week. It'll keep me in shape and won't give me the jitters. I think it's a very manageable prospect.
So that brings us to the end of yet another chapter in the life of the Duke. Tell me about your day.
I swear Good Sam is a psychology experiment gone awry. So yesterday I arrive there for my stress test, and I start to feel like a rat in a maze. They even have little cards printed up telling you which way to go, but I think they purposely confused left & right, because I almost ended up walking into a wall just trying to find registration. If my test is supposed to measure stress, they damn well have something to measure now.So I finally arrive at registration, and once they take all my insurance info and demand a $25 deposit (which I never got back, by the way), they again send me out into the unknown to find my way to the cardiology dept on the top floor. Ugh.
I finally make it there, and then I'm told to take off my shirt while the nurse straps all these gadets and wires on me that make me look like I'm being assimilated by the Borg. I'm told to get on the treadmill and start walking while it gradually inclines and speeds up. 10 minutes of this and I realize something: I'm incredibly out of shape.
Once they get my heart rate to the desired level, they finally stop me and take ultrasound images of my heart with this sticky gel and something that looks like a deodorant knob. Meanwhile, I'm drenched in sweat, and the doctor touches me and says "ugh". Thanks, lady. She gives me a towel to dry off, tells me my heart seems fine, and sends me on my way.Since I'm down near the Gaslights, I take a trip down to Ludlow to check it out. I haven't been down there in a long time, but it's still the same place: bohemian paradise, far from the frats and all-around douchebags that live further up the hill. I love the Gaslights simply for the sense of community I feel whenever I'm down there. It truly feels like a little village. Once my lease is up in my current place, I'm seriously considering looking for a place down here.
Judging from my performance on the treadmill, I think I'm going to make a pact with myself as well: I will allow myself to drink coffee on the weekends if I go for a walk every morning and avoid caffeine during the week. It'll keep me in shape and won't give me the jitters. I think it's a very manageable prospect.
So that brings us to the end of yet another chapter in the life of the Duke. Tell me about your day.
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After having many sleep deprived eeg's done to me in my life time, I feel your hospital pain.