Apparently, the goings on here in Casa Crazy are beginning to take their toll on me.
A recent check-up revealed a high blood pressure reading. So, they gave me a 24 hour monitor to wear.
The irony of the stress this induced wasn’t lost on my doctor. Half hour whining from the phone-sized pump on my hip through the night was one thing. But finding a quiet five minutes during a working day was nigh impossible.
So he’s asked me to buy a cuff of my own (about £20 in the pharmacy) and do my own measurements while resting three times a week until early February then return for blood tests and a follow up.
He tells me that hypertension has no obvious symptoms other than, eventually, stroke or heart attack.
There’s a cheery thought.
I’m a time bomb.
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Diagnoses for the youngster (7) are hovering around epilepsy.
Ashley’s psoriasis is flaring up again.
Gill’s back at the doc soon to up her anxiety meds.
Mum’s odd behaviour is levelling out. She seems quite ill quite often which is a worry. Judging by some of the antique food we removed from the fridge it might be self induced.
The teens are the teens and continue to fill our lives with unbridaled joy.
Please keep writing as I do still read everything.
