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From last week...

Yesterday I got hooked up with an Event Monitor. I have an undiagnosed condition that can causes me to 'drop'. I just pass out mid-conversation. It's very exciting. It's happened to me at least 10 times in the past 15 years. I haven't had an episode in 10 years so I just thought it was due to puberty or something.

Last month I dropped at the Hideout. I'm very angry that I passed out during a show at one of my favorite places.

I've been cleared neurologically and gynecologically. My cardiac workup doesn't look so good. My dad has a condition that required him to get a pacemaker. It looks that I might have something similar. I am currently the youngest person in the the waiting room @ the Northwestern Cardiovascular Clinic - trust me. I wear a monitor the size of an iPod during all waking hours. I'm supposed to push a button when my heart feels 'weird'.

Friday I have to go to have 2 echocardiograms. This involves me not drinking caffeine for 12 hours. I don't think I've lived w/o morning coffee in 16 years.

Then I get the big stuff. Tilt tables and an EP test (basically a cardiac cath w/ shocking your heart to make sure it beats right).

My favorite part - I'm 31 years old. I am single for the first time in 10 years. My marriage ended last September and I've spent the last 10 months taking care of ill family members and trying to rebuild my life. I have a great new job, a new cute boy that I see once a week and my first apartment of my very own.

A 31 y.o. indie rock girl w/ a pacemaker isn't very sexy, is it?