Being the good person that I am, after work last night, I went to the Rhode Island Blood Center to donate blood. I arrived at about 6:15pm and was surprised to see a crowd in the waiting room. After a few minutes, "Patricia" was called into the interview room by a young Asian girl with flaming red hair. She asked me the normal blood donation interview questions to confirm that I was, indeed, Patricia. I passed.
She then pricked my finger and ran the blood through that mystery machine. It's, clearly, a mystery because I have no idea what it actually does. I passed.
She then took my temperature. I passed.
Finally, she took my blood pressure. 124/90. She states, "That bottom number is a little high."
This is the only time I've EVER had a response like that.
It's ironic because for the first time in a very long time I'm actually watching what I eat and exercising regularly. How do I now need to watch this?
After 3 minutes of research, I learned that diastolic blood pressure (the bottom number) measures the pressure in your blood vessels between heartbeats, when your heart is resting.
Perhaps I'm just stressed? Well, after news of this, I'm more stressed than I was originally.
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