A routine trip to the nurse’s office on the third floor of the William Green Building led to a blood pressure check. (All I came there for was some ibuprofen and/or aspirin. The nurse asked me if I wanted my blood pressure checked. Since I was there…)
The nurse wrapped the cuff around one bicep, and then the other. I didn’t have to roll up my sleeve, so I sat there on my side of the desk. Nursie watched the mercury rise in the tube and scowled a little. The right arm result was 124/94. The left was 130/98. If the bottom number is over 90, that’s cause for concern. She jotted it down on a card for me, which I am carrying in my wallet, and wants me to come back in a week.
It’s not quite “If it wasn’t for your skin, you’d be Old Faithful,” but Nursie did a double-take when she read the results.