
So you go through 40+ years of life with blood pressure that ranges from just below normal to low. Then, your doctor mentions that your blood pressure is a little high and that it should be monitored “just to be on the safe side”. One thing leads to another and then you are told that the old BP is a wee bit too high (If it’s a just a wee bit, can’t we just leave it be? It’s more than a wee bit…). Since there’s a family history, it’s off to the cardiologist for a complete work up, the indignity of having your chest shaved, and then the whole macho thing of actually finishing the treadmill test while claiming that it’s no big deal (when the most strenuous physical activity you’ve had in three years is chasing the wife around the bedroom). Nothing major to worry about, but you get slapped on BP meds and diuretics (BTW, diuretics suck canal water). The doc gets the combo right and the BP stabilizes, but he tells you to keep a regular eye on the BP just so that we know when/if things get out of whack. You take a break from watching a movie and take a quick reading and freak out when the display says 178 over 118. Yikes! An hour of wondering if you should call and make an appointment… You take the reading again and it’s only 136 over 75. Not perfect, but not horrible. And enough to have a nice *expensive* dram of single malt…
