Defeat

Ugh. I hate being defeated. In any form. Right now my failure is my sodium intake. Last year I had a chat with my doctor. He told my I needed to go on BP meds, and I agreed. Grudgingly. We talked at length about how we  have a treadmill and it’s time I stop using it for a clothes dryer. I vowed I would NOT be one of those people who goes on medication and then gets worse because she gets comfortable and lazy. No, I was going to use this as a wake up call and be off of it in six months, damnit!!

Well, I tried to look back in my archives to find the original post about going on this medication and couldn’t find it. That’s how long i’ve been on it, apparently. I believe i’m somewhere around the 1 year mark.

 

Bigfatfail. Literally.

So the past couple of days i’ve been feeling kind of cruddy. Not because I had the rarely seen or experienced once-in-four-months-or-so period, but just an overall headachy ‘blah’. I had my blood pressure taken last month when I saw the podiatrist and it was high. So high they told me I should make an appointment to go back and see my doctor. I laughed it off as stress from having to see a podiatrist.

So yesterday I had a nagging headache that wasn’t debilitating, but just annoying. It didn’t go away. By the time I drove all over kingdom come for my son’s therapy, it was still bugging me. I went to the local grocery store and took a very high tech blood pressure reading from the germ-covered machine by the pharmacy.

163/98

Huh ?!!

My feet weren’t flat on the floor. I didn’t take enough deep breaths before the reading. My arm is too fat to really properly fit and get an accurate reading.

I took just enough deep breaths before hyperventilating, I flattened my feet to the floor and sat up as straight as my back allowed and retested.

143/98

Not fantastic.

So now I have to eat crow and face my doctor as a fat fail because as it turns out, I am one of the herd that didn’t take it seriously and now here I am. Back to get a higher dose. UGH!!

I had to call my husband to coach me through my own mental berating.

him: “You know… I had to go back and get mine adjusted, right?”

…. “oh. I didn’t know that.”

So I call to make an appointment and i’m told I have to wait until Friday.

I guess I wont drop dead from today until Friday, but I can’t help but wonder if I need to call back and insist …. ??