I was feeling fine at 200/130. I checked in for some chest pains that were keeping me awake. The nurse at reception discovered the BP reading, I had no idea. They took me straight into Resuscitation, I didn't even see a waiting room. Within 10 minutes I was in a bed hooked up to 5 machines. The whole time I was relaxed with no symptoms.
I'm okay. Whatever is setting off the high BP is chemical or physical, not mental. Stressing out isn't my thing. Went directly from the hospital to a restaurant with the wife to relax, ate a big bowl of pasta with sausage and spinach.
Not yet. Had a sonogram-type examine to check for Mitral valve prolapse, but doc said it was highly unlikely. Said I'd be in constant pain if that was the case. Couldn't find any evidence to support it. He had a med student that was crazy hot. Like, 6 foot tall gorgeous blonde with wireframe glasses and nordic features. Thought I had died and she was an angel.
Yup, Apo-Amlodipine. Meeting at the medical triage clinic on Monday to test further. Was in the hospital overnight on Tuesday, had a battery of tests and xrays. They can't find any abnormalities minus the crazy BP.
Only headaches, and that may have been simply related to messed up sleep patterns. Docs think Pheochromocytoma might be a match, but there are things that don't fit.
No, the antibiotics were considered pointless and I was told to stop taking them, starting tomorrow.
Too many symptoms to list, they suspect a problem with the adrenaline gland. At one point in the ER I had a BP of 200/130. 20 hours of the day I feel great, the other 4 I feel like I'm on death's door.
Whatever the case, you want me dead. And that means you feel very strongly about me. By clicking on this keyboard I've managed to inspire REAL negative emotion in you. I find it interesting how easily manipulated you are, emotionally.
