Thursday, November 10, 2011
The Diary of a Hypochondriac
That Bloody Blood-Pressure!
When I see a doctor or a nurse - they don't even have to wear a white doctor's smock - then my blood-pressure flies high, especially if they want to take my blood-pressure of course. So my doc had to try something else. He - his nurse actually, who's the sweetest nurse on earth - put a band on my left arm and a computer in a belt around my waist yesterday morning. I had to wear it for 24 hours. Then they'll get a script of the average blood-pressure. It was like a torture instrument in all 24 hours - in the day hours it was counting each 15 minutes, in the night hours each half hour. There was no peace. In the night I suddenly got cramps in my legs and said to myself that it was this bloody blood-pressure apparatus!! My legs are still hurting, especially the right one. I'm sure this instrument can give you a coronary! Or maybe a cerebral brain thrombosis. It's dangerous. I feel a little confused this afternoon. Next time I'll deny to wear it!
But I had to go to the doc this morning to deliver this computer-instrument. And out came a piece of paper. The blood-pressure was still too high, both day and night. I have told them it's because I get bloody nervous as soon as I can feel the band beginning to tighten. Then I know it is counting and I can't concentrate. Awful. I don't understand why it is high at night. It must be all my nightmares! Fortunately my doc and his nurse have got a very well-developed sense of humour, and the nurse has a ready laughter. They really have to be humorous when they have to deal with a hypochondriac like me. I'm very difficult. But they claim that they'll soon keep a check on me no matter what. I have told my doc that I'm a hypochondriac, and I don't understand why he thinks its' so funny. I think it's deadly serious.
I hope you've got a sense of humour too! ´ )