But OK
Thursday. I packed up the blood pressure machine I'd bought last week and went to my doctor's office to have the nurse give me a traditional done by an actual trained professional reading and then run the machine to see if these high numbers I've been getting are real. The machine read twenty points higher on the top and the bottom than the nurse's reading on my left arm. The machine's reading on my right arm matched the nurse's reading.
Evidently if you do two readings, one right after the other on the same arm, they are often wildly different, so if you take two readings you'd best take the second from your other arm. So maybe the meter is in good adjustment, since it took a “bad” reading right after the nurse took her reading on the left arm, but gave a, um, “better” number when it measured the right arm. Do you find this confusing? I find it confusing, confusing enough to trundle on out to pick up a bottle of sake later after I got home. I've kept it to a reasonable minimum, no reason to overdo it, but the light now seems softer and my mood improved.
It's swine like you that give alcohol a bad name.
I'm hooked on the ritual.
Then again, the day, albeit hectic, went quickly and well. The head was clear, well clearer, some periods where the horizon was unstable, but OK.
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