Well, it was 11.45 actually when the Doc rang me this morning, saying ‘Oh My God’ having just received my hospital notes.
I tell you, Emergency Ward 10 (1957 – 1967)
and Casualty (1986 and still going) were never like this.
The blood pressure issue is going to be given priority and monitored regularly now. I have a repeat prescription as the pills seem to be working, so I’m going to be on those for a while.
Hubby went out yesterday and spent fifty quid on a home BP kit so that we can take it ourselves when (and this is his tick list)
I get excited or animated
I get anxious or stressed
I go red in the face
I over excel myself doing the housework
I feel funny
I bend down
I look weird
Read into that what you will.
So far, our readings have been well below the ‘normal’ 120 over 80 (link) , and today’s was 108 over 64. Definitely an improvement on the paramedics 160/100 and 170/100 of April 30th.
All I can say is I’m glad this didn’t happen last week as the hotel room would have looked like a crime scene!
So here I am with my feet up eating strawberries, with a bunch of bananas which are high in potassium and thus good for blood pressure (source) on stand by, the dog curled across my feet, and Hubby in bed trying to catch up on his own sleep.
As I had to cancel my diabetes check up (a new date will be sent to me in the post), I asked what my blood test results had been.
Hurrah, blood sugars are down to 4.7, and my cholesterol a teensy bit up by 0.2 but still way down on what it was in Lincolnshire, so double hurrah.
I also had a call from the Admin Supervisor this afternoon about my discharge papers.
I asked her if they’d let me go by mistake as there was no way I was coming back, but she said No, everything was OK and she just wanted to put my mind at ease.
If only they had talked to me and not left everything blank. Seems it’s a standard form, and if they ring ‘Yes *’ with the asterisk, then it’s cause for concern and they have to follow it up. Why they didn’t just ring ‘No’ which was asterisk-less I don’t know.
Anyway, all is well, it’s official that I’m not a domestic risk, there are no black marks against Hubby (I’d sue if there were) and everything in the garden (if we had one) is rosy. By the way, I have a new bunch of red roses to replace the ones for our anniversary.
So nice to be loved.