Blood Pressure Info

250/60? Jimminy Christmas Captain Aneurism!!!

I wouldn't know about the Czech side of me, maybe it is common on that side of the family but my dad hasn't been to the doctor since 1959 so I wouldn't know if his is up there or not. He drinks, smokes, gambles and eats sardines and crackers and other bizzare stuff that would probably drop a Hippo. Yet he just keeps on keeping on without a sniffle.

I'll bet Grumpy could talk some stories. (?)

I dunno Doc, something about scrubs on a nurse that still do it for me.

Something was lost, when nurses stopped wearing seamed white stockings. That is all I can say. However, with the "new" times, something is really lost, when a Tranny wears seamed white stockings, when all the other nurses are wearing scrubs. Kinda makes a person want to die rather than pay for medical care, if that is what it is now.
I won't even go into when I walked into an hospital with a body core temp of 82* and all they did was hand out forms when I couldn't even grip a pen. Not that I would have signed anything anyway.
I walked out, started my jewelery business and the rest is history.

After reading all this BP talk I decided to do one of those drugstore BP tester deallies just for kicks today while I was there.
I can't remember the exact reading, something like 165/something & pulse rate was 70 bpm I think. At any rate, according to the scale on it my BP was in the upper part of the normal/avg range.

Slydog...............Yep, just like my job...........they come in for foodstamps and medical, but they have that cell phone, leather coat, expensive athletic shoes and so on and paying $1,000.00 per month for rent but tell their workers that their boyfriends don't live with them.........I just don't get it!

I am so grateful that I have great health insurance through my job. I just can't imagine what people do when they don't have insurance and they are legitimately sick or hurt. I was very glad when they opened urgent care clinics that are open 7 days a week. I would have hoped that would have cut back on the frivilous use of the emergency room for things like a cold. I remember going into labor and I was told to check in through the emergency room if it was after hours. When we walked in, the place was packed. Luckily, they called the OB ward and they came and got me...but I had thought what if you were really sick or hurt, needed immediate attention, but maybe it wasn't obvious what was wrong with you, that you would have to wait for all those other people to be seen first? And you could see with most of them, it wasn't a life or death emergency.

I guess that really didn't have anything to do with blood pressure..............anyway.......I know the last time I went in mine was a little high, but I had just got a call from my daughter right before my appt. that she'd been in a car accident (no one was hurt). The doctor said that would do it! That's strange....I didn't know you could get different readings from each arm.

You oughta see me bleed when I get a deep cut! I have never needed antibiotics. Anything less than 20 stitches, and it just goes on, and on. Over that, and the blood sets height records!
I heal quickly though. I can take out my stitches in less than four days. No bleeding, unless I have to cut the skin to get at a deep stitch. Even when they amputated my teeth, they had frozen and fractured into the jaws, with the jaws also, the deep stitches were irritating. Even though they were self dissolving stitches, I had to cut into the alveoplasty and take out three stitches.
Scrubs do not cut it. The make everybody look like they have gas. The old nurse attire commanded respect for the trade. The nurses held their heads with honour, their stature commanded respect. The nurses today have too many helpers, nurse assistants, nurses aids, nurses organizers, no wonder they need to wear scrubs. They are so tired from managing so many assistants, they cannot sleep and have to wear pjamas to the shop.
A nurse in a scrub says to me, I do not care about you. This does not mean this is true, it just makes a statement. When a Dr., comes out in scrubs, it tells me he is ordinary. He went to Johns Hopkins, or NYU Medical school. I have also found, Drs., that do not wear scrubs do not have to do the work twice.
Just my musings on an hot day. Perhaps I will go and yell at the cat, she is in heat.
When I show the nurses I make jewelery my scars, and tell war stories, they turn white and talk to my wife. Especially when they see the scar from the vitreal humour freezing on my cheek bone, and the bone mass on my anterior cranial sinus from freezing. I let them try to find C3 from the third time I broke my neck and they start shaking. I am missing 2/3 of the vertebrae in the back of the spine. I have the first Lennox/Hill knee.
A man who cannot be beat, won't be beat!

I was in Alaska, living off the land. I had gotten my Phd., and thought the entire world had gone crazy. I had already broken my neck in three places, on three seperate occasions, my spine in two places on two seperate occasions, blown both rotator cuffs, broken my Lennox/Hill knee, tore out the A/C ligament on my other knee, deorbed my right eye with the corner of my right mandible. Both arms had been broken on two seperate occasions, and my sternum dislocates ejecting the right side of the rib cage on occasion.
Now there I am, virtually homeless. Jobless, overqualified, with experience, overeducated, and I get a notice of my Phd.
At this point I thought the entire world had gone insane. People looked like talking heads and they talked in languages I did not recognise. Women became men, men became women, everybody got offended at everything. Homeless shelters turned away the homeless, food kitchens fed middle managers and turned away children, single mothers. My church terminated me as pastor as I went totally homeless to find out how to help the homeless.
I had gotten sick of chairing 50$ plate dinners for this charity, 100$ plate dinners for that charity, and the charity did not recieve the money and they did not help the charity they said they did.
The day after Thanksgiving I walked into the woods outside of Anchorage. I had a denim jacket, my Buck Knife General and went for a walk. I returned to where I had started, and was turned out into the snow!
I do not do street corners real well so I just walked. I avoided people, houses, everything that looked like man. I hiked a lot of roads untill north of Nome. From there I went to Arctic Village, from there I went to Barrow. Come breakup, I hiked north. I stayed on the ice all year. I slept on the ice. Mosquitos do not fly over ice. I learned to survive. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being away from man and his things and the heads that bob up and down and words that say nothing.
About the third year, I met a person about November. That person was doing the same thing I was doing. Only he was dumb, inexperienced you might say. He was going to die from stupidity. We started walking, talking, hunting together, trapping, I was trying to teach him how to live up there.
He and a bear had an argument. He lost, I lost all my gear, tools, skins, food, clothes. It was -65 without windchill. I had two shirts, sweatshirt, pair of jeans and my Frye Boots. Old faithul. I still have them. I wore them to Woodstock. Best danged boots I ever had.
I had to either walk, or die from stupidity. I was about 100 miles from anything. Stop moving, you die.
Hands in the pocket, shoulder to the twilight, I walked. I lost time, lost track of anything. I kept moving. It was awful cold. The skin on my scalp split, my forehead, my forearms. I had my hands in my pockets, the skin on my wrists got brown/black, my forearms split in several places. The skin on my quads started hurting, then the skin split in the middle of the quads. I started to shiver, inside. It started slowly, then my eyes froze.
When the eyes freeze, the eyelids stay open. First each step, the ground started bouncing, jarring. Then it got slowly hazier. My tongue got real large, hard, my lips got hard to move. There were pain points all along the edges and middle of the lips. Then my left eye stopped tracking. That must have been when the split in the lower part of the eyeball occured. I couldn't see much at that point. It was like looking through eyes that had been in an overchlorinated pool, only much hazier. I was getting an headache. My nose, and upper sinuses felt like I had two Mr. Misty Freezed in a row and slammed them. My lungs had that pain also. My breathing was very hard through my nose. It felt like I had huge boogers, but I could not move my fingers to pick them. It was actually my nostrils swelling up. I felt colder and colder. My forehead was hurting. When I went to touch it, I cold feel sharp points over my right eye. It was very hard to put my hands back in my pockets.
I could barely bend my knees. I ended tearing the meniscus in my left knee, both anterior, and posterior. My legs went numb. I kept walking if you would call it that. More lugging than walking. If I stopped, it would end there.
I started shivering so hard, I loosened up. I never stopped shivering, it just felt like a bad cramp. I had ice on my arms, top of my hands outside of my pockets, I could feel ice on my nose, forehead.
I do not know how long I walked, or how I got to the medical facility. All I remember is somoeone opening the door for me, people gasping, someone gave me some coffee. I spilled the first cup, I was shaking so badly I could not hold anything. The coffee was brought to my mouth. It hurt! I got some in my mouth and I felt this incredible pain in my upper, and lower jaws. People were scurring around me. someone took my temperature. I had the slip for a few years. It was 82*. Someone shoved some paperwork at me, someone else wanted to know how I was going to pay. Pay for what? I was outta there! I left.
I had some travelers checks, and believe it or not, most do not except the Drs., I have seen since, I got on Alaska Air in Fairbanks, flew to Seattle, Bled in a real bad shelter for three months. In at 8:00PM, up at 5:30AM, on the streets staying out of trouble untill I could lay down again.
I took Greyhound from Seattle, to Key West, bleeding and making people stare all the way. I couldn't really talk, my face had black scabs all over it, my hands had black scabs, I bled through my shirt, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, legs. I couldn't eat. I broke out in sweats, freezing spells. I would shiver, then sweat, then shiver. My skin was turning yellowish. My hands were on fire! They hurt. My eyes felt the same. I had snipped off the bones sticking through the skin with fingernail clippers I got at a dollar store in Seattle. The skin was healing slowly.
I got to Key West. There, living on the streets, I met Mel Fisher. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and he walked up to me and said, "Kid, today is the day!" If I had had the energy, I would have kicked the daylights out of him. That son of a.... I also did not know he was dying of cancer. He came to me one day, with an Atocha coin. He said, if I could wrap it, he would give me 20$, and maybe one more to do. I knew what the coin was worth, I could have bolted.
I got some copper wire, wrapped it. He liked it. Gave me the 20$ and said he knew he could trust me. I was broke and homeless, but I never begged, or stole. I met my next wife two months later, I brought her shop out of bankruptcy, became a jeweler. I spent three years on Duval street. I bled for that time, my eyes kinda got better. I need magnifiers to do anything. Bright light hurts, my left eye is still like I am just out of an overchlorinated pool and turns deep red a lot. Wife took off, left me in the lurch, again..... met this wife I have now. She was a throw away also. For six years we have walked shoulder to shoulder. I am teaching her to be a fine jeweler. Taught myself to repair, cut gemstones, to silversmith, crochet silver and gold. I just did some work for Gangrela, and Luna, his wife.
I am glad I did not stop to rest. I wouldn't have been able to get back up.
I miss the arctic. It is my home. I am diagnosed as having fatal hythermic shock. The coffee shattered my teeth into the bone, and the bone around the roots. I lost the ability to taste. I cannot really feel my fingers and my vision sucks. I have four pairs of glasses. Each for different stages of my right retina shifting. My eyes do not focus real well. I lost the cartilage in my mandible at the corners, my knee, the Lennox/Hill knee pops out of the femur. I lost the cartilege between the radius, and ulna, and humerous. My elbows lock up, my shoulders do not allow movement especially over my head. My ears have been ringing loudly since then. My wrists have much less movement, my ankles are rigid. When I get near cold, it is not cold, it is painful. Even rain on my back is extremely painful.
When I went back to the Northwest after all the fun and games, even a slight chill and I get real sick. My feet go numb, my hands go competely numb. My eyes however get better vision. I completely lose any appetite, and my body goes real cold. My wife won't let me go back. She is afraid she will lose me very quickly.
When I had my teeth amputated, they chill the room. My body started dropping temperature and did not stop. My heart got slower, and slower. It just started shutting off. I was anesthetised, and it was a tail spin. Teeth had to come out, so I had to do it differently. I had an oral surgeon. He heated the room, changed the anesthesia, and went quick. I walked out to our van, walked into the house and slept for two days. Middle of summer, with the heater on in Floriduh!
One speculative theory is, I have high blood pressure. That allowed more blood to flow during my injury. I am also Swedish, stubborn. Who knows, I made it.
I am no longer a pastor in a church. I run our jewelery store. I have an alcoholic who came to me and now has 8 days sober! Maybe tomorrow he will have 9. I see him every day.
Maybe next time I take a sabatical, I will try the Carribean. Of course then, some person will have a Junta and I will get broiled in the sun.
Hey, why not? Life is an adventure!
Today is the day!

I broke my back, and neck, parachuting. Back in '76 I had a double parachute malfunction. The main horseshoed around my left foot, the reserve went into the main. 40 seconds later, I hit the ground. 14 months in a body cast, 22 months in an HALO. I blew out my right knee body building. I was on 'roids, getting massive, and leg pressing 1800lbs. The muscle held, but the bones went into mush. Right there, right then. Before 'roids, I was 165lbs, after 'roids, in competition shape, I was 365lbs, 24" neck, 70" chest, 32" waist, 32"quads.
I was in the military, took a bayonette in my left leg, bullet in my chest. Still got the bullet.
I am a pastor. I did seminary at Yale, my masters from Brown, my Phd., from Columbia. I have crabbed in the Bering sea, done free diving, worked part time as a skip tracer.
Not bad for a man of the cloth.

Just had to say HI to Llana!!!! nice to see ya poking around!!!! hows the trailer holding up? (wern't you gonna re-model it or something?)

Way true, Baz. That is exactly the way it goes. On ugly nights, we always ask the docs if we can cut to the chase, and put out an Atavan salt lick and a Vicoden dispenser in the lobby---. To be honest, I treat everyone with dignity. Doesn't mean I believe the lies, etc., but each and every one that I deal with, I treat with dignity. It's not always easy, but at the end of the shift, I can live with myself.