Went to the dermatologist yesterday, where she (oddly) took my blood pressure. It was high.
No. Seriously. IT WAS HIGH. Dangerously high. So much so that they were thisclose to checking me into the ER.
In the meantime, I do what I gotta do with the dermatologist. Then my cell rings: it’s my primary physician. "Please go to the ER or Urgent Care now." Well, HE wasn’t going to be there, so what’s the point? I’d rather see HIM, since he knows my business. He said I could make an appointment and come in tomorrow. Fine. I did (3:40 p.m. today).
I am so scared. Truly scared. My bp has *never* been this high!
I set my alarm for every 2 hours; but I don’t care - as long as I wake up in the morning.