blood pressure day

I ran out of blood pressure meds so I had to darken the doc-in-a-boxes doorstep yesterday.  I'm sure they were thrilled.

I did a couple of things hoping to tip the odds in my favor. First I went with Sharon to Planet Fitness and worked out an hour.  It was Sunday; I would have done that anyway. I also had a huge glass of water before I left.

Then I took a 32 ounce water with me. I finished that by the time I got home. Then I had another. I didn't eat at all. I literally fasted for about 15 hours.

When I took my BP at home it was 137/70. Terrific for me. At the doc-in-a-box it was 114/83. Say what? It usually goes up, not down. Personally I don't think the nurse did it right. But who am I to argue. She didn't weigh me either, which was odd.

The doctor was delighted with my numbers. No lectures at all. Since my BP is now "under control" he gave me a script to have blood work done so he could see where my other numbers are. He would have done it yesterday but he was sure I had eaten. (I didn't tell him otherwise.) That's fine. With diabetes and high cholesterol in the family, I need to be careful. Having two sibling die of heart disease in a month is also another good reason. But it's what he said next that pissed me off. After we get the numbers back we can see "if you need more medication."

Excuse me. Haven't I told him enough times that more medication is not an option? Apparently not. The goal is no medication. I really believe that this is a situation that can be controlled with diet and exercise.

I don't go back for three months. I'll have the blood work done about two weeks ahead of time. Last night when we we walking, Bonnie said she'd draw it, that way she'll get the results before me. No surprises.

Now that school is almost over, I can go back to cooking. I've already turned into the salt police.  Whole grains are next. If the roomies don't like it, they can dine somewhere else.

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image from sxc.hu; Bill Davenport