I'm going to the nice doctor to get my nice happy pills renewed, but now I have another problem.
Last time I was there, I was under a lot of stress, and my blood pressure was 140 over something. Usually, it's been around 110 over 75. Now, every time I go somewhere that they check my blood pressure, I get all nervous and (you guessed it!) my blood pressure is way high. Ironic, no?
I'm sitting here all nervous and quakey because someone's going to check my blood pressure and find out that my blood pressure it too high.
And if it is? He'll tell me that a) I'm getting old and menopausey, b) I need to exercise, or c) I need more medication. I don't want a, I really don't want b, and I really, really don't want c. Oy! I wonder if anyone ever had a heart attack over getting high blood pressure.
Okay, that's just weird. I refuse to have high blood pressure over potential high blood pressure readings. Besides, I ordered a recumbent bicycle yesterday from Amazon, so that should help my level of fitness, no?
Maybe I need a doctor who doesn't scare me. He's a prince of a man though, and the only thing that scares me is that he'll be nice and solicitous to me, and I'll break out crying because someone, anyone, cares about me. So, he doesn't scare me, but the thought that he'll send me to a mental health specialist who'll make me cry by being nice to me does.
Oh the tangled web we all weave.
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