Yesterday at the doctor's office my blood pressure was 152/83, higher than I can remember it being. I blamed it on stress, almost late, rushing to the office then immediately ushered into an exam room with BP taken right away. Wasn't quite out of breath but almost. No acute illness, but I did have a request that I wasn't sure would be addressed the way I wanted.
Today, a bike ride to the bus stop, deep into "The Violinist's Thumb," then the bike ride up the hill to my office, stopping off at an DIY BP machine (well-calibrated, I was assured). Not quite out of breath but almost.
BP = 114/77.
Yes, the advantages of commuting by bus and bike.
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