Monitor

I really, really, really hate talking about health issues.  Everybody has them and I don’t want to know all the gory details, nor do I want others to hear about my aches and pains.  But, what I will share is a bit about modern technology or lack thereof.

When I had to go to a cardiologist this week, they connected me to a heart monitor to wear for a week.  Little do they know that I don’t have a heart.  Anyway, I remember when my financial advisor had a monitor years ago, that it was rather large and cumbersome.  Things have changed.  What one gets now is a small recorder that sends a signal to a communicator which transmits data to somewhere in space.  The communicator is a reworked iPhone. 

I’ve had to call three times to get this technology reset, adjusted and whatever else.  Each time I call I get a new story on how it works.

Now I am convinced that my heart beats are somewhere on Facebook and someone is developing a new app to play some silly game that shows when you are dead.

I’m still searching for a video poker game on the blame thing.

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