Life is...weird
So, last week, I went to my doctor to get my blood pressure checked. Not that stress and incredible pain doesn't raise blood pressure...nooooooo....but whatever. Last time, it was high because I was in pain and stressed, but he added a diuretic (the thing that makes you pee alot) to the med I was already taking to see if that would help. Um...PAIN MEDS and ANTIANXIETY MEDS would help more. He gave me those, too, thank god.
Anywya, so I go. I find out that I've lost another sixteen pounds in six weeks. And I'm not even on a diet. That makes almost seventy since my surgery. I'm only praying that the 16 pounds is from the diuretic, but who knows? Losing weight without trying is not a good thing.
So the tech comes in and tries to take my b/p. Can't find it in my left arm. Can't find it in my right. Left again, no soap. Right again, can just hear it. 80/40. That's really REALLY low. I mean, really. So I figure that with the weight I lost and shit, he'd take me off the damn meds because that's too low of a blood pressure to have.
Instead, he comes in, looks at the vitals, and grins. "So, how do you feel?" "In pain still, but less, and a little dizzy every morning when I take the b/p pill." I'm figuring, as a nurse, that he'll take me off as he said he would before. Nope. His answer? "Well, then, try taking it at night." AT NIGHT??? Dude, dizziness isn't a SIDE EFFECT! It's a WARNING! That your blood pressure is too damn low! I don't need b/p meds when my b/p is too damn low! But no, just "take it at night." Shit. I will, but I hope I wake up in the morning!!!
Work is...interesting. It's like the weather in some city where weather is always changing. You know the saying "wait a minute, it'll change". Same here. Very, very stressful. And, of course, I was in pain and PMSing at the same time and took it out on my boss, a totally rocking woman who didn't deserve it. I felt like a total ass. My problem is that my staff, which keeps getting added onto as they put more departments under me, is on two different floors, and there's no communication between the floors. No way to reach me at all. If they want me downstairs, they're screwed. If they want me upstairs, they're screwed. I've begged for a crackberry, but no go. Apparently, I'm not high enough on the food chain to rate one. So I spend my day running up and down stairs asking if everyone is okay. Sheesh. What a mess. I love my job, but the stress level is off the scale. I need a vacation. Seriously. No wonder I keep losing weight. I never sit down!
Ah well, such is life.
Anywya, so I go. I find out that I've lost another sixteen pounds in six weeks. And I'm not even on a diet. That makes almost seventy since my surgery. I'm only praying that the 16 pounds is from the diuretic, but who knows? Losing weight without trying is not a good thing.
So the tech comes in and tries to take my b/p. Can't find it in my left arm. Can't find it in my right. Left again, no soap. Right again, can just hear it. 80/40. That's really REALLY low. I mean, really. So I figure that with the weight I lost and shit, he'd take me off the damn meds because that's too low of a blood pressure to have.
Instead, he comes in, looks at the vitals, and grins. "So, how do you feel?" "In pain still, but less, and a little dizzy every morning when I take the b/p pill." I'm figuring, as a nurse, that he'll take me off as he said he would before. Nope. His answer? "Well, then, try taking it at night." AT NIGHT??? Dude, dizziness isn't a SIDE EFFECT! It's a WARNING! That your blood pressure is too damn low! I don't need b/p meds when my b/p is too damn low! But no, just "take it at night." Shit. I will, but I hope I wake up in the morning!!!
Work is...interesting. It's like the weather in some city where weather is always changing. You know the saying "wait a minute, it'll change". Same here. Very, very stressful. And, of course, I was in pain and PMSing at the same time and took it out on my boss, a totally rocking woman who didn't deserve it. I felt like a total ass. My problem is that my staff, which keeps getting added onto as they put more departments under me, is on two different floors, and there's no communication between the floors. No way to reach me at all. If they want me downstairs, they're screwed. If they want me upstairs, they're screwed. I've begged for a crackberry, but no go. Apparently, I'm not high enough on the food chain to rate one. So I spend my day running up and down stairs asking if everyone is okay. Sheesh. What a mess. I love my job, but the stress level is off the scale. I need a vacation. Seriously. No wonder I keep losing weight. I never sit down!
Ah well, such is life.