So I have this fancy new gadget for checking my blood pressure at home these days. Not that I technically have high blood pressure, just that I've been in a ton of pain lately, and that combined with possibly a couple of other reasons has resulted in some seriously off the charts BP readings recently in various settings.
SO, my doctor asked me to get a device for measuring it at home. And not just any old thing either, but a super fancy one lIke they have in the office. Ok. Fine. You're scaring me a bit, but whatever, I'm kind of tired of schlepping all the way to your office each week and freaking out the nurses. Even the nice one who I really like and kind of want to keep forever and ever. So I find the super special fancy BP machine, realize the best price I'm going to get is on Amazon, and even pay for half of it with points.
Score! Right?
Apparently not. You see, my friend Amy has a 2% rule: you must be 2% smarter than the thing which you are trying to manipulate.
Apparently I need to be about 2% smarter these days, because I swear about 75% of the time I try to use the damn thing I get an error message of some sort, or a super wacky reading that I *know* is not right. And as soon as someone (read: my honey) is around to help it works just fine DOING EXACTLY THE SAME THING I WAS DOING BY MYSELF FOR THE LAST 30 MINUTES, THANKYOYVERYMYCH.
Yeah, I don't think this is helping anything.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Two Percent Really Doesn't Seem Like Too Much to Ask
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My computer does the same thing. I swear it sits there laughing at me and taunting me until Bing comes in and then all of a sudden it works like clockwork.
It is that same feeling & combination of frustration that I feel when my car is acting up/needs service/whatever, and when I take it in the mechanic talks down to me & tries to treat me like an idiot because I'm a girl. Pisses me off something fierce! Which totally helps the BP Issue, of course.
Finally got that down most of the time (have you ever tried to take your own BP using only your left hand/arm? Tricky, I tell ya!), and now the computer is barely working, voice mails aren't showing up in our cell phones(sometimes for days), and my iPod seems like it is trying to die.
Cone on technology, I thought we were friends!
Come on, even...I should know better than to try to post anything via iPod after taking pain meds... ;)
Being the one who is the walker-in-fixing-everything (don't judge)...I can only say that there is an intrinsic knowledge as you approach the offending piece of technologically taunting equipment that you and you alone will be able to speak it's language...
..and then, *poof* it obeys without further protest.
Or it's just plain, stupid fucking luck...take your pick.
;)
That last part, definitely! On a completely unrelated note, have I called you a jackass lately? :P
I think that's why it pissed me off so much - I'm usually the fixer, dammit!
I called you a jackass lately? :P
I think that's why it pissed me off so much - I'm usually the fixer, dammit!
Oh, Opera, you pain in the ass, duplicating everything I say when I try to comment anywhere...
Ha! I happen to like your friend Amy and her words of wisdom...and no, this isn't Gavin :0)
Yay, you made it! I happen to like you, I mean her, too! ;-)
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