I once came to in an Ambulance with an EMT standing over me with a charged set of paddles. She was screaming he's got no heartbeat or blood pressure! … When I got to the ER, my BP was 50 over 30. …
Sitting in my recliner in rehab a few days
after my first stroke, I felt ne'er a pain
nor a worry. One of the babes came in,
checked my blood pressure, and got all
fretty —
60/50.
Suddenly, a gaggle of gals fretted jitterly
on my left, talking to others on my right.
"I'd like to get him into bed," one of 'em
said to the others on the other side of me.
"I've waited
years to hear a woman say that
about me," I said.
Nobody so much as grinned.
Within minutes, my BP went back up to its
usual 120/80, and it has stayed within
that vicinity for over 13 years now.
Sherri, we'll see you both down here at the
Campfire rendezvous in July. Hugs await.
Guaranteed!
