I just got back from the endodontist where I was having a "procedure" done and before they started they took my blood pressure and, well…  175/105.

(At this point you are supposed to exclaim" Omigawd!" or "Holy shit!" because in a time like this it’s always a good idea to blaspheme. Like that’s going to help me when I go to  meet Jeebus).

Anyway, after the expensive blood pressure machine kept reading WTF? ( I beat the machine! booya!) the doctor took my pressure manually and, yup, 175/105 which is, medically speaking: "bad". After some discussion it was decided to go through with "the procedure" even though there was a chance I might explode or something but obviously I didn’t.

Afterwards came the lecture from the endodontist and the phone call to my regular MD and  the hypertension/stroke for dummies (that would be me) discussion.  I’m supposed to be one of the people who don’t have this problem since I’m not overweight, I don’t drink or smoke, and I’m in reasonably good shape for a person my age. Unfortunately I also come from a family where  high blood pressure is a feature and not a bug; except for my brother who eats what he wants, drinks and smokes and yet he has normal blood pressure. So he’s probably either adopted or an alien sent to clog up our golf courses.

Now I’m on meds, I have to improve my diet (which wasn’t that bad to start with), and I have to get more active which means back on the treadmill and moving around a lot more.  That also means less time sitting in front of the computer which is fine by me. To be found dead, slumped in my chair,  with RedState on the screen would be pretty embarrassing.

Not Rev. Gary Michael Aldredge embarrassing, but damn close.

Added – I find the pills go down easier if you wrap them in bacon.

Added more- Mrs tbogg will find nothing funny about this post and she’ll probably force me to read that damned Omnivore’s Dilemma book which is the worst thing I ever bought her.