Have you had the pressure of your blood tested over and over, over a 24hr period? And do you have white coat syndrome / phobia about said bp readings?
Welcome to my recent world. My doctor decided that, given the readings she takes are always high, a 24hr test would give her a clearer picture. That I’d ‘forget it was on’. Um…beep beep, buzzzz, no you can’t ignore that. And if your arm is out of position, or the arrow on the ‘I’ll get the large cuff’ isn’t pointing at the vein inside your elbow then you’ll get the double beep, and double inflation.
The technician who fitted it could use a class in wait, filter your words before they are spoken, if you ask me… (Example above – on seeing me enter the room, and after getting the ‘large cuff’ then ‘I’ll adjust the halter, I had a smaller woman before you’. Thanks, witch.) She also managed to share, in the short time it took to hook me up, that if having my bp taken made me nervous I should be medicated for anxiety. Hello? White coat syndrome is a thriving industry – I googled it! And as I headed home ‘good luck, hope it doesn’t hurt too much’!
Anyway, it’s done now. I tossed and beeped and turned and buzzed all night and I even slept through it twice. I don’t actually care about the results. I hope the doctor is happy.
Oh, tune in next week for go ahead, take as much of my blood as you can get away with and leave me standing…
You could be forgiven for believing the alphabet ends with e my friend. I am exiting this challenge today – still many letters left un-done.
It seemed like it would be fun. Thinking of interesting words to use and expanding on them. I should never have begun!
I am not in the frame of mind to write a daily post and so the challenge has become just that. Writing is to be enjoyed, words don’t need to be forced out of me.
What other words would I have eked out this month? Surprise me and make a post with one…
Forgiveness, Generosity, Homelessness, Ice Cream, Junk food, Kitchen, Love (of course), Mental health, Narcissist, Other side of the road, Pulse, Queer, Roadtrip, Sunset Bar / Turtle Bay, Ulster, Valued, Waikiki, Xylophones, YES, Zuchini and other greens.
(That’s quite a list! Maybe I WILL revisit these words, just not day after day this month)
The trees are here the trees are here! After more than three months of every day another annoyance the end of this not just streetscape changing roadwork is within grasp.
Saying that though – I’m aware that things change on a dime so will the trees actually go in? Will the cowboys actually ever leave our street?
One thing I do know is it will never be the same (ha ha that’s life right!). Our once beautiful, canopy of green covered home has been devastated by the wisdom of council. Sure we have wiz bang new footpaths but no shade, no privacy. The trees that will go in literal dwarfs of the previous ones and a third in number. Ho hum let it just be done!
I’m doing the atozchallenge and decided to do 100 word posts – in this case I’ve gone over and even in 160 am nowhere near description of how life has been this year in the hood.
c is for
countdown – my sister is having surgery tomorrow (she’ll be thin soon)
childless – granddaughter has moved out (I am deafened by quiet)
cats – I love them (give me more and call me a crazy cat lady, I won’t care)
cold – oh how wonderful is winter (cold nights under the doona watching football on tv)
suddenly all I can think of is food!
coffee, chocolate, caramel, coconut yoghurt, curry…mmm
and dream lifestyles
country – chooks, cattle, crops
coastal – creep up on me horizon (views to New Zealand)
coming down to earth and getting on with it – real life’s like this…
The doors are open, and you know there is safety on this deck while I’m here. In bone warming sun I’ll just look out to sea, breathing in your whispers as you all fly by.
Ra says I gift your blue to the ocean…you don’t need it. Splash your orange and red, and soar higher. Light up the sky for me, little rainbow ones.
Cockatoos choose when to share their hidden magic yellow. Take us under your wonderful wings.
Sing the tune the world expects to hear…and then fly this way. I will always keep your secrets (just ask Ra).
The family of three moved out yesterday. I’m an adult and I can cope with the spaces where their things were, the spaces where their words were.
I have advanced qualifications in silence – no problem there. It’s funny though, when there is physically nothing there is so much to clean. I have cleaning to do – dusty acres of timber floor, and dusty recesses of my mind. Clean up my act, make a life plan for one. I’m an adult, I already told you that right? So…I can do this. No white noise, let my thoughts assemble in an orderly fashion.
ah my bones are aching, my joints and/or muscles…is it this, is it that, is it ‘just’ old age?
my glasses need bumping, one ear is less interested in hearing you…
and today, when I looked at the referral the doctor gave me for a 24hour blood pressure monitor test all I saw was ’56 year old’
I’m going through some sort of crisis and it’s not middle age my friends! (marbles intact so far)