It's been a few days since I got off the sensor. I was supposed to be wearing it for 6 days but it went wonky on day 5 so after consulting with my nurse, I took it off. Though it never hurt while I was wearing it, it was amazing how relieved I felt when I removed it. I seemed to relax in a place that I hadn't known was tense. Deep down. Away from my brain. It's almost like my body has an intelligence of it's own, seperate from my intellectual, analytical mind. No matter how much my mind says, "this is good for me", my body, somewhere deep inside is saying, "get this foreign thing out of here". I exist in between my honest appreciation and desire for technological advances that will elevate my care on one hand, and my primal, physical resistance to the very same technology on the other. Which leaves me tired and conflicted. Both feelings are powerful and deeply compelling. Both tug at me hard. And there's no clear answer, just more choices and questions to navigate. It's good to have choices, but it's also very tiring sometimes. Especially when your mind and body aren't on the same page.