One of the first things they did when I went to the dentist yesterday was to check my blood pressure.
To be honest, I had no idea where it was going to be, I hate doctors almost as much as I hate dentists.
A bunch of pill pushers anymore is what I have observed over the years.
I’m trying to remember the last time I went to the doctor and I want to say it’s been at least 4 and probably 5 years ago.
The first fucking thing they wanted to do was the old camera up the ass trick because I was over 50.
If you haven’t been through that, you haven’t lived.
Anyways, the lady was concerned that if my blood pressure was too high that they might have to do something about that before they could pull the teeth.
I see I am right on the borderline of having high blood pressure at 141/83.
As I recall, that’s about where it was at the last time I went to the doc too.
That shit ain’t nothing to play with, I know a guy who at 45, was as strong as a fucking horse, had high blood pressure and knew about it but ignored it.
One evening after work, in the middle of an ice storm, sitting in his rig after going into a super market, the poor fucker had a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
When he didn’t show up at home his wife started calling him of course and got no answer. They finally found him sitting in his rig, 4 hours later.
They had to take a huge chunk of skull out of his head to relieve the pressure, he died on the table at least once and the fucking guy is extremely lucky to even be alive but he is fucked up but good. This has been about three years ago now. He still can’t use his right hand, can walk some now without a cane or a walker, his speech is still really bad but he is amazingly enough, able to drive now.
This was quite the wake up call.
I am 58 years old now, have smoked for 48 years, partied and drank like a fish for forty years, been in over 50 vehicle accidents and yet here my blood pressure is still only borderline high.
Hell, my Dad had his first heart attack at 57 and his father fell over dead at 63 with one after suffering with extreme emphysema for several years.
I dunno, I’m sure my odds of having one are up there pretty good, the only thing that I can think of why I haven’t had one already is that I have a pretty physical job with lots and lots of walking involved.
Is there a point to all this rambling?
You bet there is.
Nobody gets out of this alive and it ain’t a practice run so far as anyone has been able to prove.
Live your life and turn that fucking television off.
People give me shit all the time about smoking and I tell them to fuck off basically.
At least I have a pretty good idea what is going to kill me and I ain’t going to be laying in some fucking hospital bed after a lifetime of jogging and eating bean sprouts, wondering why I am dying of perfect health.
When it’s your time, it’s your time.
In the mean time get out there and do some living.
Health care in this country is an expensive racket and a joke. Don’t ignore your health by any means but I look at it just like prison.
I try to stay out of the system, ya know?