spot against the wind.
I chuntered grumpily along the prom.
‘Get more exercise!’ he said.
What like walking against 40 plus mile an hour wind you mean, I thought as I battled home!
Another skirmish at the doctors.
New patient checkup:
The last time being kept waiting for nearly an hour, is it any wonder my blood pressure was off the scale?
‘Bring your own B.P. monitor when you come for the blood test, then we can compare the two!’
In my opinion the very idea of constantly taking your b.p. when you have high blood pressure is a hare-brain idea. It is like asking a smoker to chart their lung function or an alcoholic to use a hydrometer in their urine or some such...
Today I was back armed with the readings together with the ruddy
Fasting blood test taken, onto the the dreaded blood pressure check.
Looking at all the fairly good ones taken at home the nurse said
‘I would like you to see the doctor, as your readings are still on the high side!’
An appointment was made for me to return to see the doctor in 50 minutes time. I scuttled out ready for my first cup of tea of the day. After my free tea and a little light shopping in Waitrose back in I strolled.
My bum hadn’t hit the seat before I was called over by the
receptionist to say the doctor was running a good 30 minutes late could I come back? Off out I go again to this time trawl the charity shops for yet more books, my secret addiction.
Thirty minutes later I returned: sitting reading my book, trying to concentrate with the wall of sound that seems to be the norm in a busy small town surgery, I idly wished I hadn’t left the sleepy village practice I had over the fourteen years taken for granted.
The doctor said,
‘I am giving you another tablet as I am not happy with your blood pressure!’
‘Hold tight, I want less tablets not more!’
Reluctantly he bowed to my views.
So much for a new patient medical I thought as I skiddaddled out of the door!