"I'm concerned about your high blood pressure."
I'm sorry, what? I thought I heard you say my blood pressure's high.
"I'm not going to put you on medication yet, but I want you back here in 3 months. If it's not where it should be by then, I will have to put you on medication and diagnose you with hypertension."
As I listened to him list the possible causes (diet, not enough exercise, aging), I couldn't help but think that it couldn't be any of those.
I exercise every day. Something. Every day. It may only be taking Cooper for a long walk, but I am doing something every day. And I'm certainly doing more exercise than I was just a few years ago.
Same with diet. Even at my heaviest, I never had high blood pressure before. And I'm eating considerably better now.
And aging. Well even he had to dismiss that cause.
So I asked, "Could stress be a possible cause?" Turns out, it could.
Ding ding ding. Bob, I think we have a winner.
What could possibly be stressing me? Let me count the ways.
- Money (but when is this not a stressor?)
- And I'm sure there are other little, tiny things that I'm forgetting