Monday, August 09, 2010
I've never before had "high blood pressure". Over all the many years of my life, I've always come in at a beautiful 120/80 or thereabouts. And, this, no matter what I weighed; and for most of my years, i have been, in the medical nomenclature, 'obese'.
Today, at age 52, at my regular physical with my treasured gp of many years (dr o has been my gp through the better part of my 40's and into today)... today I came in at (drum roll please...) a whopping 154/90. That's huge. That's arresting. This is me... crossing a line. "No more free pass," I said. "This means that I don't get-away-with the hardships to my body anymore." So I say a thank you, today, out loud, for how lucky I am to have been so protected by my genetic fortune to this day. Good thing I'm already on a path. Good thing I'm remembering to stay hydrated. Good thing I found Sparkpeople and am finding the resources and assistance to be exactly the right sage friend/advice/talisman/medicine at the right time. The days of cavalier russian roullette confidence are officially over. And I can praise that too.