It did remind me of the prep I went through prior to the final cervical spine fusion late last summer....

Showed up in the surgical center [attached to a hospital, a nice hospital, a very nice hospital] ready for the labs, the whaddya weight [as if I wanted to be reminded], the "So what meds do you take?" Followed by an electrocardiogram...... you know the drill, they take those little patches goo them on ya, attach leads, place the leads in the order, just so on the ECG machine with its little screen and paper track readout which is supposed to show a ragged line, a regular ragged line track of the rhythm of your heart.

Huh.

Leads on. Check. Attached here and there to the machine. Check. Med Tech ready to go and start the procedure. Check...... ALARMSSSSSSSS!!!! I was alarming the place with a track that looked like some sort of horrible arrhythmia, a heart attack, a cardio, another doc, the doc in charge of the exam, another nurse, the tech, my wife, who was about to be ushered out of the room [this was starting to look like a Volkswagen at a college prank party], and oh yeah, me.

They thought I was gonna die! OHMYGAWSH...... no surgery for you me bucko..... and by gum, I sheepishly was reminded by the bulge in my pocket of my stim remote. I, uh, well, uh asked "hey, do you think forgetting to turn off my stim might have had an effect here?"

They had thought I was gonna die, now I thought I was gonna die as they took the remote from my hand after allowing my to shut it off.

Funny thing...... that is....... without a stim in operation, your heart makes just the nicest little track ever on the ECG paper. Uh huh.

Do you reckon the airlines will soon make us turn them off after the cabin door is shut because the signal might supposedly interfere with avionics???

Hardy har har..........