Saturday, February 21, 2009
Well, I’m home and feeling better, but I can definitely say I hate hospitals.
When I was admitted they classed me as having an acute hypertensive crisis. Apparently your blood pressure is not supposed to be 205 over 111 - yeah, why the heck do they think I was there?
Actually I didn’t know my blood pressure was anywhere near THAT high, I had taken it the night before and it was high, but not like that. I was hoping it would come down on its own, but they told me that sometimes when you have an incident that causes your pressure to rise like that, that it won’t come back down on its own. They also told me that I’ll be on medicine for the rest of my life - yuck. But if it gives me a “rest of my life” I guess I’m not going to complain too much.
I took my pressure this morning (I’m told this is to be part of my new routine) and it was great, 135 over 83, then I took it at 11:30 just to check and got 126 over 81, whoohoo. I’m hoping this is my new norm, not because I took my new medicines before bed last night and it was early (I worried about that, but they said may make you drowsy, so I’d rather take them at night than before driving thirty miles to work.) But even if I did take them sooner than I should have, yesterday’s dose should be out of my system by now, so the 11:30 reading should be today’s dose only.
I had to laugh though when I got on their scale (they weight you in a chair now) and it was thirty pounds off. I told them it was wrong, but they said “this is better, take this one” ??? if you’re administering medicine based on weight accurate is better than low. I’m trying to get healthy, not hit a magic number on the scale. I weighed myself on different scales when I got home and got the same weight I had told them, so I called them back this morning to let them know they should get their chair scale recalibrated.
But the scale thing brings me to my next point - I lose twenty-five pounds, I’m feeling better than I have in years and this is the time my blood pressure decides to attack?? WTF? That is just not fair.
On the other hand, if this had happened twenty-five pounds ago who knows if I’d be typing this now so ...
And I’m already used to watching what I eat, and I’m doing really good with keeping a written food log (putting it in the computer doesn’t always happen) so switching to the low-salt diet will actually be easier than it would before that. And I’m already reading labels when I shop for calories, I was planning to add sodium in a few months when I was used to my new eating style, so my time line just got moved up. I’ll survive - and that’s the whole point, right?