Finally.
Finally, they called my name.
Finally, I got all holstered up.
It took about 45 minutes.
I cannot shower for 48 hours.
Yeah, that's not going to work out for me! I will FIND a WAY to shower!
The little fanny-pack part would not stay no.
Xavier tried a command strip.
Mr. Watkins went to the store and bought some industrial-strength velcro.
It's on.
And I don't think it's going anywhere.
But, I legit look and feel like I have an illegal device strapped to me!
Clear up to my collarbone.
Clear down to my belly button.
All around my rib cage.
Then wires hanging out from all of it.
A monitor in a little pouch that is now velcroed so I can wear it around my waist.
And, thus begins the next 48 hours.
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