Also, I'm editing an article about the association between systolic blood pressure (the top number) and cardiovascular disease/mortality. I made it through one page before I jumped up and got the BP monitor to check my own BP.

Prognosis: looking good. Right on.

Steph I will hope that is true--I always have good BP but have family history on both sides. Though mostly when older, I guess? But I'm about to be in my 40s so...

Shower and dressed is about where I'm at. I'm on my couch on a teleconference for the moment.

From what I've gotten from the abstract of the article (seriously, I really did only make it 1 page before I checked my BP out of sheer paranoia), the lowest risk of cardiovascular disease/mortality is with a systolic BP of 120-124. Mine was 122, which makes me feel totally, blessedly average.

Uh-oh. My systolic is usually around 135-145 which my PCP assures me is okay if not ideal. Sounds like it's very not ideal.

So if "lowest risk of cardiovascular disease/mortality is with a systolic BP of 120-124", does that mean lower than 120 is not any better?

(My previous PCP had me on BP meds to try to bring it down to 110. At my weight and height, I'd have been in a permanent faint. A year of trying and it didn't happen and I felt like caca, so I broke up with him.)

was distracted by BP. I was going to say...

Two onerous chores and all my work are done, and it's only just noon! I'm gonna take a nap. And then...okay, probably do more chores, but still.

Uh-oh. My systolic is usually around 135-145 which my PCP assures me is okay if not ideal. Sounds like it's very not ideal.

I'll let you know when I get further into the article. But 135-145 is generally not considered life-threatening. (Which I guess is the same as "not ideal.")

with a systolic BP of 120-124

Score! I'm almost always around 120. Thank god I've got something working for me.

Wow, quiet day.

So new note to self, when measuring a serving of meat, make sure your scale is showing ounces instead of grams. Little bit of a difference. But the good news is, I can eat more food today.

A guy rang our doorbell at 3:45am this morning. The dogs went NUTS. Jason talked to him through the door and he asked for "A beer or money to buy a beer." He did not seem drunk, but who rings a stranger's doorbell at almost four in the morning?

Needless to say, I dragged my tired ass through work all day long. But I'm going home now!!

Timelies all!

Gary took me (and Mr. S) out to dinner for my birthday, and to celebrate the end of Passover. We went to a Greek place that does small dishes. Mmm, roast lamb...

Among the gifts he gave me is a sweatshirt that says "Science is my superpower!" Heh...