AND APPARENTLY I'M OKAY

Noodle and Beast were fascinated by the wires and electrodes and whatnot coming off the Holter monitor I was wearing yesterday. 24 hours of that attached to me was what I got for mentioning offhandedly to the doctor that every three or four weeks I have heart palpitations just as I'm drifting off to sleep. No biggy, sez he, but he had me wear the device as a precaution nonetheless. Which means that YOWCH the nurse OWWWW yesterday ARGHH pulled off YEOWWW seven AIYAYAYAYAAAGH electrodes from my MOMMY chest hair KELLYCLARKSON.

And supposedly I'm fine, though I could stand losing two or three stone. Hard to do what with me being married to a culinary genius whose family hails from the land that invented Molson and poutine.