Day six into the war to end all wars on the C in my lungs, and we have to call a cease fire. It appears that the black belt drug, in its eager, and oh so noble attempt to help me get rid of the buggers on my lungs, has gotten my heart all excited. So excited that my blood pressure jumped way high. How high? You don't want to know. No seriously, you don't want to know. Suffice it to say, Major General Illiff, Joint Chief of Staff (my internist, for you lay people out there), urged me to stop with the chemical warfareuntil the blood pressure is in check. To do this we have other chemicals to introduce: a third bp med, and doubling my a.m. dose of bp med that I take now. We will reconvene on Monday to reassess the battle strategy and determine if the landscape can manage it.
Am I bummed? Oh yes, but I am grateful that my intuition kicked in at the right time and I thought to get my bp checked. Had I not - potential for major collateral damage of unknown proportions. Bummed to the nth degree and stressed about it. I know, wrong direction.
Stay tuned. I will have a battle plan on Monday, or thereabouts. In the meantime, I'm going to channel bff ZC, and be relaxed.
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