Monitor

The blood pressure reading this morning was still silly, although it was lower.
I was sent to be sorted and they did an emergency assessment. Then they told me to come back in a few hours, so I thought I had better eat something,
I went back and they plugged me into a machine, the machine just plods while the nurses talk cheerfully to another patient in the next cubicle.

The nurse came back, and her face fell when she saw what the machine was saying, she stood there for a while so I looked at the floor and the curtains and things.

The nurse tells me that the reading is not good, so they will fit me with a monitor next week.
I had never planned on walking round with a lizard round my neck but what a fashion statement!


I don't like the idea of wearing a monitor, but this problem has gone on long enough, at least, at last, the NHS know I am a real person who needs help, not just monitors but real help.
Why does it take so much crisis and bad to get to the point where I can get help?
Anyway, my heart and blood will be fine when the church and Jersey stop hurting me.
Well, I could have said that six years ago when I was going through this same thing.