Those who know me well, especially those who worked with me or for me, know I can sometimes try to keep too many balls in the air simultaneously. As I write this, I have several honey-dos waiting and several partially finished blog posts aging like cheap wine, hoping they improve a bit with age. And I still have a list of things I need to do to set up a new home for my musings, reviews, and photos.
So how am I catching my breath? Well, I am writing this little piece of frivolity for the heck of it. Okay, I seldom do anything for the heck of it. There is usually a method to my madness. If so, this might be the first of several humorous and sarcastic posts.
First, let me share my initial experience with the smartwatch, smartphone, fitness, and health monitoring industry. As someone with a heart condition and a tendency to indulge in what some consider unhealthy eating and drinking habits, I try to work out consistently. Given the hype these devices were receiving, I thought one might help me stay as fit as possible for my age.
I started with a well-known fitness device paired with my smartphone. It helped me track steps, monitor my pulse, and so forth. However, I was disappointed when I discovered I could log hundreds of steps without leaving my chair. I’d invested a goodly sum in something that couldn’t tell if I was moving or just swinging my arm back and forth.
My next foray into this arena was a low-end smartwatch that received rave reviews from hundreds of reviewers who probably could not pass the “I Am Not A Robot” check online. Oh, it did some things okay, but according to it, my blood pressure was always 148/84, and my temperature was 95.70 Fahrenheit. Of course, the medical-grade devices I use indicated those readings had all the validity of a Ouji Board.
After consulting several reliable sources, I invested in the highest-rated smartwatch available. That little sucker set me back a few hundred bucks, but it could do everything except write my blogs. Okay! That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my drift. Still, there were problems with it, and I sent it back.
Now, I was back to square one. Well, I was back to trying to determine what square one was. Then fate, in the form of a letter from my pharmacy, opened a door I did not even know existed.
Stay tuned because that door led to a new adventure and more fodder for my sometimes questionable sense of humor.
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Those fitbit/smart watches…I just can’t. I haven’t worn a wrist watch in nearly ten years. It’s bad enough that I carry around a stupidphone, radiating my hands…or hip, if in my pocket. I just don’t one more radiating device on my body.
I get wanting to know vital bodily statistics. I wore a heart monitor for 24 hours, once, way back in early 2011 (mild arrhythmia). Past that, my temp is taken with an old fashioned mercury thermometer and my blood pressure stays low, except during exercise. I have never had a resting high blood pressure.
I hope you find something that works.