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High BP

Today I had an appointment with my doctor. I recently had a blood test and he wanted to go over the results. Nothing serious. He just wanted a little chat. Still, I was a little nervous.  

While waiting in the office it occurred to me that there is never a good time to test your blood pressure. I started to write the whole scenario on a note pad one my cell. I was chuckling inside when his assistant told me it was my turn. I could feel the pressure rise. In the examination room I worked on breathing and said om over and over again trying to calm my beating heart down. I checked my pulse and I can feel it working. Slower, slower. I was ready. You may enter.  I am very competitive. I want to get the best score I can. I can fool him. I enter the altered state known as the Zen of Den.

My doctor doesn't take my BP often because it's generally pretty good. I was looking for to a quick how ya doing and see ya later experience. Then I opened my mouth. 

Sometimes I can talk too much about funny little things. I am socially awkward especially when I'm nervous. I told my doctor about my, there's never a good time to test your BP, bit. He laughed and said it was a good bit. That I should use it. However, he did get the last laugh when he told me to get on the table. My blood pressure was good and so was the visit. 

The results didn't seem too serious but there were couple things I needed to work on. The usual fix; diet, exercise and five gallons of water a day. 

Thank you Doctor D for inspiration. 


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