So I have 7 or 8 pads taped to my chest with corresponding wires attached to a little device which is stuffed down my pants, bulging quite unflatteringly at my hip. Sounds great, doesn't it? Sexy, I know.
This morning one of the stupid wires came un-tucked and was hanging a bit below my sweater. In order to make this experience just a little more entertaining, I told someone I was working undercover for the police and I was wearing a wire! Lol
The whole over-45 ageing thing is really not all that it's cracked up to be. On the bright side, the mammogram report came in today and all is good for another year. And I delivered our tax stuff to the accountant today at noon. Yeah!