It’s 9:12 pm and I am sitting in my big, blue, bloggy chair writing my post for tomorrow. McDaddy and I are watching Grey’s Anatomy in live time which is weird because we rarely watch anything in live time anymore.
I am doing my best to keep myself stress free because my blood pressure is still a hot mess. Which basically means I can’t worry myself with minor details like whether I should eat a chocolate poptart or a cherry one.
Or what I should watch next on my DVR.
If you’re a regular around here, you know that I’ve been having some, shall we say, issues with my blood and its pressure.
My last reading was 142/97. The one before that was 163/113. And that’s with the aid of a small pill three times a day.
A nurse friend of ours suggested that maybe something is wrong with my kidneys. Me and McDaddy talked it over this morning and he has agreed to give me one of his kidneys if that be the case.
Which makes me happy because giving someone a kidney is a big deal.
So far, I’ve had blood work.
An EKG.
And a CT Scan to check for neurological deficits.
Believe me, the deficits? They are there. This I know for sure. I’d be willing to bet though that they are not causing my blood pressure because they’ve been there for years.
My sister-in-law suggested I not Googlize the words blood and pressure for fear that I would self-diagnose myself and get the big idea to start a discussion with McDaddy about whether or not he would give me a kidney whenif it came to that.
By the time you read this, I will most likely have met with my Doctor so that he can decide how to proceed. I am hopeful that he will find the source of the hot mess and fix it because I have decisions to make regarding our basement renovations. I am picking out paint tomorrow for the new playroom and everybody knows that the process of picking out paint can be very stressful, especially if the paint picking out party is commencing at the Lowe’s.
I am thinking of painting the walls two-tone with chair rail.
The bottom half of the wall will be yellow.
And the top half of the wall will be red.
Yes, I said red.
I know. I know.
It’s enough to stress a gal out.
I had decided on an orange top and a turquoise bottom but then Stevie asked about painting the room in some sort of Jimmie Johnson blue, and adding “48″ and “Lowes Racing Team” decals all over the walls.
And then I explained that he used to adore The Wiggles and the Thomas the Train. The Wiggles mean nothing to him now and Thomas is but a fleeting tub of toys in the bottom of his closet that finds its way out every few weeks. And that months from now, he would most likely move on to some new interest leaving Jimmie Johnson and his Lowes car in the dust.
So, no. We will not be painting the playroom Jimmie Johnson blue. We looked at the paint brochures together and together we agreed on the red and the yellow. I am very excited. And, with a little bit of luck I’ll get to Lowes and stick with the plan. But keep in mind that I am hyped up all manner of blood pressure meds, along with copious amounts of Dr. Pepper. And that’s IF the folks at Lowes cooperate.
I promise to post pictures as soon as the room is done.
In the meantime, I’ll be googling kidney donors just to have all my bases covered.
Happy Friday y’all!
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Bad news bears. Your husband likely won’t be able to donate a kidney to you. It’s kind of cool why not. When a woman gets pregnant, she develops antibodies against the baby’s father’s DNA. Those antibodies never go away, so when his blood (or tissue, like a kidney) is introduced to yours, you’ll send out a ton of antibodies to destroy it. The more times you are pregnant by the same man, the more antibodies you develop against his DNA. I told you it was cool! Also, it’s the thought that counts.
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So is that paint red like the car you husband is buying you? and does the wall have pictures of his jeep everywhere? Just curious.
And Julie’s husband if your reading this your wife needs a Dr Pepper intervention. I know I use to consume way to much of it and when my 90/60 started to creep up a bit I had to get off. Because I was fortunate to always have low bp even after all my kids. But I still drink one sometime. But not the way I did. I should have had stock in it.
With a sense of humor like yours I’m surprised your BP is so high.
I’ll be keeping you in my prayers today friend. And McDaddy. I’d hate for him to have to part with a kidney and all.
.-= Darcie – Such The Spot´s last blog ..Badda Boom Badda Bling =-.
I am with Erika, Dr. Pepper may be the key (don’t punch me). I can always tell when I have had too much soda, my BP creeps up there too.
I love room remodels! Can’t wait to see what you do.
Hope all is well and the Dr figured out what is going on.
Julie, I have been following you ever since your “The Heels and the Spurs” post. You almost always make me smile! I really hope that you get some good news about your blood pressure. You’ll be in my prayers! Wendy
So? Waiting (im)patiently to see what the dr. said…
.-= Becca – Our Crazy Boys´s last blog ..I’m Busy. (Very. Very. Busy.) =-.
Dr. Pepper is not your friend. (That didn’t come from me because I’m your favorite MIL.)
If you need a kidney – GOD FORBID – it’s not likely that mine would be compatible because of my DNA-connection with Steve – however, I would be willing to be tested for you. Just sayin’.
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