I guess that I wasn't very clear last night about what shocked me... I stupidly assumed that y'all knew the backstory....

Therefore: the backstory:

I had a pacemaker put in about five years ago... a defibrillator/pacemaker.

What it does is keep track of every heartbeat, and if it sees ten premature ventricular contractions, it starts a process that shocks the heart muscle.

This is the same thing that happens in ER situations... only they use paddles on either side of the chest.

This little device is implanted, and has leads on either side of the heart.

I have heard people say that it kicks like a mule... but I didn't really experience that; it was more like, well, a shock.

In fact, it might even be kinda fun if I were the one controlling it....

Well, scratch that... but it wasn't really that bad. I didn't lose consciousness or anything like that.

And last night was another one of those nights.

I don't remember waking up, but when I did awaken I felt like I hadn't slept at all... I felt like shit.

So I got up anyway (this was about 09:00, two hours after I awoke) took my pills and ate breakfast and still didn't feel any better.

So my entire day has been sitting around feeling sorry for myself... I even called Lana and begged off from fixing her computer this afternoon.

Right now I'm feeling a little better, and I have the feeling that I need to go to bed, heh.

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