I just find it weird that
when I went to get a stress test at the hospital today,
they asked me if I would like to participate in a new research they were conducting.

So I said, “What are you gonna do?”

They said, “Oh we would just take some extra photos which will be no longer
than 12 minutes.”

“Fine by me.” I said promptly.
“Great.” they said, as they present me with a whole bunch of consent forms to sign.

When that was done, nobody told me about how
they are going to sandpaper my skin where they would put the electrodes.
And they use those rough construction drywall sandpaper type
just to make sure the glue on the electrodes would stick.

I don’t care what you say, but that thing hurts.
Not only does it hurt, it also stings when you take a shower.

And the nurse lady that did it, I believe had a thing with sanding.
She sandpapered my skin like she was trying to scrape out the SARS virus.

Then she would ask, “How are you feeling Sir?”

“I am quite alright, considering you managed to erase all my moles and scraped off my nipple!!”