I went to the doctor's office last week. The doctor I had to cancel on three times this year because of either traveling conflicts or nature getting in the way... the same one that the last time I called told me it would be JANUARY before I could get back into the office. Lucky for me a cancellation opened up! Of course nothing in my life is routine anymore so what should've been a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm appointment took over an hour. I'm glad though. That means that she was treating the WHOLE patient and not just the obvious parts. That's why as frustrating as it might have been to not get right back into the office for a visit it is so worth the wait. But that's not what this post is about...
Nope.
The nurse took my blood pressure. As is common practice. And like usual, given my frame, she pumped that sucker up well over 200... and then did it again because she couldn't be certain she had her stethoscope right in her ears because she didn't think she heard it right... I just smiled because I know my blood pressure is the only thing about my body that is consistent and consistently low... but even I wasn't expecting the numbers she came back with the second time... 112/68... a few more points lower and there would be cause for concern.
Now my only concern is going back on the pill. I hate the bloat and side effects, but it does help with the endometritis... ugh. I very much dislike being a woman at the moment.
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