That was my blood pressure yesterday. I was amazed! (picture me smiling - if you can).
I had to go to the doctor because my bp prescription had run out. They don't like to give me those without seeing my face every now and then. I actually hadn't been keeping tabs on it for awhile. I won't mention the number I tipped on the scale. Not like I'm obese, but there's about 20 pounds I need to shed. Ugh. I hadn't checked that in awhile either.
And... just when I thought everything was going relatively well... doc mentioned that I probably ought to have my cholesterol checked again. Dernit. I hate going to the doctor.
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Those BP machines at the drug stores should just let you put in your doctor's e-mail address and it could send him the results of your arm strangulation. Or you could just stop at a BP station.
[switch to voice of Lenny from the Simpsons]
"Okay Mr. Horwedel, I checked the oil, washed the windshield, filled it up with regular unleaded and you're 118/80, would you like to buy an 84 oz slush puppy? You get to keep the Warner Bros. collector's cup and it makes a great wastebasket!"
Of course your BP changes after hearing how much the gas costs.
Hey, speaking of BP... Have they not all become Lasso's??
And heck with the doctor, let's hook the bp machines up with the pharmacy. I don't mind going to the pharmacy. They usually don't ever look at you anyway.
I believe it's actually Lassis. Or Lassus.
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