194 Days to Go

     The hair on the top of my  head may have receded but the hair on my chest has not.  Yesterday as I sat in the cardiologist's office, I told the technician that she probably needed to shave the spots on my chest for the leads as I was being hooked up for a 24 hour harlter monitor. First she cleaned the area with an alcohol soaked 4 x 4 gauze pad as tough as if  she was trying to remove the tarnish from the silver dinnerware.  Then she took the protective wrapping off the disposable razor and removed a two inch line of hair from right to left.  She made sure that the industrial strength adhesive leads were placed properly on my chest.
     Note: I have had these same leads placed over my chest without the area being shaved and I can say without any hesitation that I don't know how women can stand having their hair from the legs  ripped off. When these leads have been removed, I  have felt like my skin was being removed from my body. These leads do not fall off in the shower as I was lead to believe by several nurses. They must be ripped from the body by someone who is being paid well to do the task.  Ripping leads from a hairy chest is not for the faint of heart!
     As I drove home with the super, never to be removed, commercial strength adhesive leads connected to my own little waist recording unit, I thought that if I have this procedure done again, I will request that I stand while the leads are attached.  Having the patient sit might be easier for the technician but when the leads are attached to the skin in a relaxed position,  some hairs do find their way to the contact cement leads.  So as I turned the wheel or adjusted myself in the drivers seat, some of my chest hairs were ripped from their roots.
     I have not done any surveys with other men about the strength of their body hair  but I can say from my own experience, that my chest hair is pretty strong.  The hair roots go down pretty far and they don't like being pulled out.  I don't like them being pulled out either.
     When I was growing up, we were a member of a community pool.  There was always one guy who had a lot of body hair.  My friends and I said that we did not want to have that much hair when we got older.  We thought that by saying we did  not want the hair, the hair gods would listen.   My hair god did not listen!
      At 3:15 PM today, the cardiac technician will take back her  monitor and the wire leads. The technician said the never to be removed, glued for life heart leads which have welded themselves to my skin will come off in the shower.
        Tonight if you hear what sounds like a plane breaking the sound barrier, don't worry. It's only me having the "they will fall off in the shower" leads being ripped from my body while two hairs fight for survival!