I hate filching other people's photographs (you down with OPP?) but I have to share this one...
I "borrowed" it from the lovely Ilectra. Though I fancy my occupation to be a great many other things, the job that pays the bills is that of a Telemetry Surveillance Monitor Tech. I sit in a room and watch about 40 patients heart rhythms draw across one of three monitors on a twelve hour shift. Before that, I did portable EKGs throughout the hospital. Those pads (called electrodes the smaller ones are for EKGs and the larger for Telemetry) all over this SG are tools of my trade (there should be two more EKG electrodes one on each leg for a twelve-lead EKG and we use five lead tele, which a larger electrode we'd also place on her right side and to the left, facing her, of her breast bone).
And in all that time, I've never stuck them on a specimen as fine as Ilectra.
As if I needed another reason to hate my job
Taking a moment in my busy schedule the other night at said place of business, I went into the area that's under construction, the area where coworkers say they sense things when they go out to smoke at night. It was between 3-4 am and I took a gen 3 iPod with a microphone attachment and walked the area (I think it was the old ward that I was taken to when I had one of the worst cases of chicken pox when I was six, now forgotten and turned into disparate offices) trying to capture EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon). I caught about ten minutes worth of audio. When I reviewed it I had caught nothing along the ripped up corridors and unlighted rooms. I may have got something in the elevator. There is a piece of audio, after I had really given up and was taking the elevator back to the first floor, that sounds like a sigh. And I was willing to mark it up with me resigning (and kinda relieved) I hadn't seen anything but instead of a normal sigh, inhale and exhale, there were three complexes to the breath, inhale then exhale then another inhale. The girl I work with hates that elevator because she swears something, an invisible cloaked something, has ridden it with her when she's come back to the third floor. The elevator itself is claustophobia-inducing and very hot. However, I believe her for whenever she senses this thing and tells me we have a patient die in the hospital.
Did I catch death sighing in the elevator with me at 3:50 in the morning, a time when that veil between this world and the next is thinnest? I don't have enough evidence to support it yet. I'm just wondering if I should share what I did find with my coworker.
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I "borrowed" it from the lovely Ilectra. Though I fancy my occupation to be a great many other things, the job that pays the bills is that of a Telemetry Surveillance Monitor Tech. I sit in a room and watch about 40 patients heart rhythms draw across one of three monitors on a twelve hour shift. Before that, I did portable EKGs throughout the hospital. Those pads (called electrodes the smaller ones are for EKGs and the larger for Telemetry) all over this SG are tools of my trade (there should be two more EKG electrodes one on each leg for a twelve-lead EKG and we use five lead tele, which a larger electrode we'd also place on her right side and to the left, facing her, of her breast bone).
And in all that time, I've never stuck them on a specimen as fine as Ilectra.
As if I needed another reason to hate my job
Taking a moment in my busy schedule the other night at said place of business, I went into the area that's under construction, the area where coworkers say they sense things when they go out to smoke at night. It was between 3-4 am and I took a gen 3 iPod with a microphone attachment and walked the area (I think it was the old ward that I was taken to when I had one of the worst cases of chicken pox when I was six, now forgotten and turned into disparate offices) trying to capture EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon). I caught about ten minutes worth of audio. When I reviewed it I had caught nothing along the ripped up corridors and unlighted rooms. I may have got something in the elevator. There is a piece of audio, after I had really given up and was taking the elevator back to the first floor, that sounds like a sigh. And I was willing to mark it up with me resigning (and kinda relieved) I hadn't seen anything but instead of a normal sigh, inhale and exhale, there were three complexes to the breath, inhale then exhale then another inhale. The girl I work with hates that elevator because she swears something, an invisible cloaked something, has ridden it with her when she's come back to the third floor. The elevator itself is claustophobia-inducing and very hot. However, I believe her for whenever she senses this thing and tells me we have a patient die in the hospital.
Did I catch death sighing in the elevator with me at 3:50 in the morning, a time when that veil between this world and the next is thinnest? I don't have enough evidence to support it yet. I'm just wondering if I should share what I did find with my coworker.
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