I blame the meth head who decided he was going to fix the house in back of mine last night, the house he was being evicted from, and the pounding went on until dawn. I was already prone to insomnia anyway, and the sporadic knockings made it particularly easy to spend the whole night cussing his evicted drug-soaked guts.
By the time I went to the new job at the hospital for blood tests and consumption tests, it really was no surprise my blood pressure was off the chart. Oh and there has been a more consuming bit of tumultuousness in my life other than junkies with hammers.
The nurse looked at my reading and seemed almost embarrassed. She would not tell me the numbers- not that I know anything about blood pressure numbers - they sound like runaway sport scores. The Flesh Eating Fun Guys beat the Tapeworms 160 over 70. Rah team!
She told me to think about something safe and relaxing and then we'd do it again. In the meantime, I helped her locate her cell phone which she was somehow convinced she had dropped in the dust bin. We found it on the second round of ringing, behind the door, in a jacket hanging on a coat rack.
The second reading, after all that, was better, but still not good. I'll do another test Friday morning. She looked at me a little severely and suggested I see a doctor.
Afterwards, I filled out forms in another office and signed up for life insurance. I probably would not have bothered without those blood pressure readings. There's still some stubborn hold out in my head that says I'm still 27 years old. Maybe there's still time to grow up? When I finally keel over in another fifteen years, It'll be more like I was 37.
Too many numbers in this post and none of them add up.
By the time I went to the new job at the hospital for blood tests and consumption tests, it really was no surprise my blood pressure was off the chart. Oh and there has been a more consuming bit of tumultuousness in my life other than junkies with hammers.
The nurse looked at my reading and seemed almost embarrassed. She would not tell me the numbers- not that I know anything about blood pressure numbers - they sound like runaway sport scores. The Flesh Eating Fun Guys beat the Tapeworms 160 over 70. Rah team!
She told me to think about something safe and relaxing and then we'd do it again. In the meantime, I helped her locate her cell phone which she was somehow convinced she had dropped in the dust bin. We found it on the second round of ringing, behind the door, in a jacket hanging on a coat rack.
The second reading, after all that, was better, but still not good. I'll do another test Friday morning. She looked at me a little severely and suggested I see a doctor.
Afterwards, I filled out forms in another office and signed up for life insurance. I probably would not have bothered without those blood pressure readings. There's still some stubborn hold out in my head that says I'm still 27 years old. Maybe there's still time to grow up? When I finally keel over in another fifteen years, It'll be more like I was 37.
Too many numbers in this post and none of them add up.
No comments:
Post a Comment