Smart watches

Smartwatches can be smarter than me

I have to hire a child. STAT!

I had the brilliant idea of ​​getting us smartwatches after seeing a news report about a woman whose watch alerted her to a dangerous medical condition. The watch has detected an unusual heartbeat and periods of alarming heart rate. She ended up in the emergency room, then in intensive care, where doctors were able to treat an undiagnosed heart condition.

The same story talked about the different types of “things” a smartwatch would show, like stress levels, steps taken, fitness levels, blood pressure, sleep rates, just to name a few. -ones. As I could put in a thimble what I knew about smartwatches and health apps, I talked to people who swore by their watches and read a lot. I went with a brand that boasted about ease of use; according to critics, the watchmaker’s claims were backed up by happy and healthy buyers. This brilliant choice was confirmed by people I showed the watches to before purchase, who promised that we would love them.

Famous last words.

After reading the instructions, which seemed quite simple, I tried several times to put them together. Between the little booklet and the phone app instructions, it’s easy, isn’t it? Nope; smart watches: 100, me: 0.

The watches sit on the kitchen counter like an odd configuration of modern art, where I hid them after too many unsuccessful attempts. I don’t need the smartwatch to tell me that I’m probably overthinking this. I can say, without a working smartwatch, my stress level increased trying to set them up. I’m pretty sure my blood pressure is higher too. What I lack in steps, I made up for with installation attempts. It definitely counts as a type of physical activity.

Once I have some downtime, I’ll try again. The reality though is that I know I have to watch out for health issues. I know that I need to reduce my stress to improve my physical, mental and spiritual health. I know it’s better to get out and walk a few miles than to lie on the couch and watch TV. On days when it’s too hot or too windy to walk, I can read a book while sprinting on the recumbent bike.

I need someone who is smarter than clockwork. My 8 year old nephew, Gavin, is a very good technician. When we play games, he not only gives me advice, but also tells me what I’m doing wrong. When I couldn’t get Kid Messenger to work, it told me what to do and what buttons to press. Go figure.

He’s coming to visit us in a few days, and not only can we watch the trains, but I’ll see if he can install the smartwatches for me. He’ll probably giggle and roll his eyes dramatically, something he inherited from his grandfather. If Gavin can’t make it, I’m sure his mom can make it work, with a few laughs and a dramatic eye roll or two.

Patti Dobson writes about faith for The Eastern New Mexico News and Quay County Sun. Contact her at:

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