I went back to my doctor yesterday to see if my blood pressure had improved. For some freakish reason, my normally lovely blood pressure spiked to 145 over 99 last time I was there. The doctor was most unhappy and told me to stop using table salt, which I never use anyway, and put me on a diuretic with a deadline of one month to get my pressure down.
He also warned me that he would take me off my Imitrex if my blood pressure didn’t improve. I left in a panic, wondering how I would function without it. After I decided panicking was not good for my blood pressure, I relaxed a little. Without really doing anything differently than eating out less and getting up more in the middle of the night to use the bathroom – damn diuretic – I waited for my appointment to roll around again.
Yesterday was my moment of truth. Blood pressure – a fairly decent 128 over 76, and get this! I lost ten pounds since my visit in mid-August. I’m not sure where I put it, but it’s the first time in my life I’ve just misplaced ten pounds without any idea how it happened.
And I get to keep my Imitrex and function normally in society. Sweet.