This is one post that I’m actually glad to be able to write.
If I’m writing it, I’m still here
and I didn’t stroke out.
Even though I’m still stuck in the bed, at least I’m not in the hospital anymore.
It all started Thanksgiving Day while I was in the kitchen cooking something.
I just didn’t feel like myself.
I felt tired and my heart was racing.
So, I stopped cooking and took a nap.
I felt better after that so, I finished cooking my holiday meal.
I took my vital signs.
My blood pressure was elevated but nothing too bad.
My pulse rate was another story though…it was high.
I called it an early evening and went to bed to get some rest.
The next morning (Black Friday) when I took my vitals signs, my blood pressure and pulse rate was still elevated.
I started to worry because I usually have a low BP and now, it’s been high for two days.
And my heart rate had been elevated for two days as well.
I began taking my vitals every 30 minutes to keep an eye on it and
at noon, my blood pressure hit 188/101 with a pulse rate of 130!
That bought me a trip to the emergency room.
I was hooked up to a monitor so they could keep an eye on my heart ( wouldn’t want me to have a heart attack or stroke while waiting to see the doctor)ran an EKG and some labs.
Everything looked okay.
My head was foggy as hell though and my pressure and pulse remained high.
So, after many hours in the hospital,
they gave me some medication to bring my pressure and heart rate down,
diagnosed me with high blood pressure and gave me a prescription for some meds.
High Blood Pressure.
The Silent Killer.
It runs in the family and it seems to have caught up with me.
But we’re gonna battle it out,
because I have no intention of remaining on these meds.
And I play to win.