Well, part of me knew that it had to happen. When your family history is peppered with it, you must resign yourself to the fact that you have high blood pressure. Today, I count myself among the millions of people that suffer from high blood pressure.
I had my usual annual appointment. It’s always a bit nerve wracking. I can’t say I ever look forward to going to the doctor. Today was no exception.
I felt calm, despite getting lost going to the new clinic location. I felt okay. Yet, when the nurse took my blood pressure, it was high, way too high.
After a frank discussion with my doctor, I left with a prescription for blood pressure medication. I’m not sad, but rather thankful that my condition was caught and is now being treated. In four weeks, I go back in for a recheck and extensive blood tests to establish a baseline.
My word of advice then, regarding my own experience, is to make time for those annual visits. As much as we hate them, as much as we hate undressing for the doctor and dealing with the probes and the probing questions, do it. Do it for your family. Do it for you. Make your appointment today.
