The last three weeks haven't involved a whole lot of deep thought. Most of my waking hours have been taken up with things like finding all the pots and pans, letting the landlord know that the drains aren't working, going in circles with the SC license branch - you know, important stuff. One little detail did catch my attention, though.
When I went to the ER a couple weeks ago, my blood pressure was a little high. Okay, it was a LOT high. As in scare-the-doodlesoup-out-of-me high. Normally my blood pressure is on the low side - in fact, there have been times when it's been so low the nurse taking it freaked out a little - so this was really unexpected, and very frightening. The ER doctor told me it was probably just from all the cold meds and not to worry, but to keep an eye on things.
Well! One interesting fact that I may not have shared about myself previously is that I can be a bit of a hypochondriac. Most of the time it's under control, but every now and then my imagination gets carried away, and then things can get ugly. The first couple days after my ER visit I was still too busy trying to breathe to think a whole lot about blood pressure, but as I began to feel better, my mind fastened onto those numbers like a dog onto a bone. I worried and fussed and fumed. I made promises to start exercising and quit eating so much and lose some weight, doggone it!
Today I bought a home blood-pressure cuff (we monitor Jon's blood pressure anyway, because of his history of irregular heartbeat issues) and checked myself. Surprise, surprise - right back down in the normal range. I guess the doctor actually knew what he was talking about. All my fussing and worrying and dieting wasn't necessary after all!
Then I leaned over to get something off the kitchen counter and turned on the stove by bumping it with my belly.
I guess yogurt is going to be my new best friend after all.
You are so funny.
Posted by: Mommyto3cs | April 02, 2011 at 08:50 PM