I have a new writing pal. Her name is Tangerine . She is my prize for reaching my July goals. I will use her to help me procrastinate when I'm writing. She is a windup toy and flaps her wings and rolls across the table. I will be able to put off writing anything meaningful for hours now.
I went to the doctor on Thursday afternoon. I even left work early to do it. I think my co-workers thought I was on the verge of death (it has been 4 years since I've been to the doctors. I had shingles then.)
I've been having pains in my chest, like you get when you have broncitis. I thought it was really bad allergies and expected to get a good allergy medication. So, she listened to everything, asked me lots of questions and took my blood pressure about 20 times during the visit. Verdict: high blood pressure. She gave me a water pill. I haven't gone pee so much since I was pregnant. I feel better though.
Time to give up my Diet Coke, which is full of sodium. And regular salt. I refuse to go on any other kind of medication.
I did 20 minutes in the pool last night. As I was getting out, my husband, the mean, yucky, slave driver, told me I wasn't finished. Arse. So, I did another ten minutes, which included my stretching and 20 push-ups. OK, so he's not a meany.
I slept really late this morning. I woke at eight and only becasue I had a huge headache, which I am using as an excuse to keep playing on the computer, instead of doing dishes.
Why did I sleep so late (three and a half extra hours.) Dreams, of course.
One was about my daughter getting her own apartment and living with Joe Pesci. Now, most would consider this a nightmare but I was fascinated by her choice.
Then, interwoven with that, was a trip my family was taking. My brother booked the flight and got 10 aairline tickets for a total of $42. We got the cheap seats, but the flight included a family style banquet at long tables and served by white clad maitre dis. It included seven courses. We never arrived at our destination, which was a suprise anyway, because all we did was dine.
4 comments:
high blood pressure -- yuk.
Not for long. I will banish the evil high numbers.
Am glad you caught it quickly. As you get healthier it should come down, right?
Also glad that you decided to go on your health thing before and not after the news...
Jenn: Yes, it should come down. Me, too. I think it will mean more.
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