So I knocked out two sets of 3 reps with385 and one set of 2 with 395 on the ol three board press. Felt pretty good about that. I'm still on track to hit a clean 405 by the end of the year.
Anyway, later in the morning I'm CVS to have a passport photo made (Mike invited Meg and I to go to Cozumel with him and his girlie friend end of this month, all expenses paid. Couldn't really pass that one up) and I've got a few minutes to kill so I stop at one of those blood pressure checker thingys. I thought briefly about asking for some KY to get my arm in the cuff, but managed it after a few moments. It gave me a reading of 156/96 with a pulse rate of 66. I'm pretty sure that's in the hypertension range. Kind of messed my day up to be honest. Then I noticed at the bottom of the instructions on the thing it says that if you arms are bigger than 13 inches it may not give an accurate reading. So now I'm not sure what to make of it. I'll probably have to schedule a physical just to make sure I'm not about to kill over.
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Dude, you gotta make it up here to compete in a comp. If i can dress in a mini-skirt and hurl hammers for a combined ten feet of distance, you can come pull some plastic with me. Plus they served up some muy sabrosa Sam Adams Boston Lager at the end. And crackers.
Going out on a limb here, while 156/96 is a smidge high, it ain't accurate if you had to cram yer arm into the cuff, for one. For two, autoBP cuffs extrapolate diastolic pressure, so there's a better chance that it's wrong than that it's right. With that said, pop into a clinic and ask a nurse-looking person to measure you, and make sure they use the right sized cuff. If they hafta put a knee on yer arm to get the velcro to bite (and techs are apt to do it cuz it could take as much as thirty extra seconds to change cuffs) it'll read high every time. But HTN runneth deep in our blood, and it's not that hard to control.
I'm gonna side with you brother here. More times than not, people don't even have a large cuff to use on people. I went to the doc one morning hung over.. my pressure was 148/94. The nurse kinda stepped back and said "How old are you?" I got a chuckle...
Also, being that you are nearing the big 30, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go get a finger jammed in your ass. I've been mulling it over for a few months now. I have no family history, so I'm probably going to go get some night school doc to juggle my yam bag and bleed me a bit to tell me I need to drink a little more water. haha
Hyuck. A night school doc... sounds a li'l too intimate, to me.
"Hey, yeah, Bubba Joe, how's the third year of residency treatin' ya? Yeah? And the wife and kids... doin' ok are they? Hey, uh, you gotta sec? i was wondering if you could coddle my soldiers for a bit... figure you could use the practice eh. That's a pal."
You guys are great. I come to you with high blood pressure concerns and you recommend having a man fondle my ball sack and send a finger probe up my pooper. I'm pretty sure this would just elevate my BP.
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