Tension Rising
Saturday, August 11th, 2007
“Grow old along with me,
The best is yet to be.”
Elizabeth Barret Browning
“Just relax.”
I could feel my tension rising as the doctor pumped up the blood pressure cuff and it tightened on my arm. I am a personal trainer and a bad reading could be embarrassing.
This was very bad timing - my first visit to the doctor in over ten years - and it had to follow a traditional Portuguese barbeque the night before. I could see the fat glistening on those chunks of grilled chorizo as I pulled them off the skewer. And washed them down with three or four, or was it five? beers.
“Very good. One twenty over sixty five.”
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