On Friday I went to the doctor with a nagging cough and left with hypertension.
Actually, I’ve had high blood pressure for quite some time now. For months I’ve been checking it whenever we were at a store that had one of those automated blood pressure checker dealies. Each time I checked, it was sky high.
At first my plan was to ignore it and hope it went away. But it didn’t. (Duh!) Then, I tried to change my diet a little, but I’m not nearly disciplined enough to make wholesale changes, so that wasn’t going to work by itself. I tried to work in a little exercise, but living in Rochester isn’t the most conducive thing to doing, well, anything during the winter months.
So after some gentle prodding from my wife, I decided to ask my doctor about it while I was in his office.
He recommended I take Lisinopril for the next few months to try to bring my blood pressure down and normalize it. If I do that, watch my diet (salt in particular) and shed a few pounds, I might be able to come off it eventually. But given my family history that’s probably a long shot.
So I guess I’m posting this for all those guys out there who are like me; Your once active lifestyle has turned sedentary, you’ve added a spare tire around your waist, and pizza and wings are your Achilles heel. Hopefully the next time you’re near one of those blood pressure dealies you’ll give it a rip. If you’re close to redlining, get to a doctor.
It’s kind of stupid not to.