Self Fulfilling Prophesy

I went to the Doctor yesterday. Since I almost never get sick, this was just for a checkup. I have developed high blood pressure over the past few years, so they keep a pretty close eye on me. I got the normal lecture about losing weight. Granted I could stand to lose some, but the chart on the wall says that a man 6’2 is obese if he weighs 220 lbs. When I was working in the field every day, I worked 220. That was over with when I came into the office to straighten out the mess that the lying, thieving, Sunday School Teacher of the Year (I kid you not) left when she went out of here in handcuffs.

Anyway, what I dread more than the weigh in is the blood pressure check. I knew it was going to be high, because things have just gone to shit here at work. The nurse tells me its 160 over 90. 120 over 80 is normal. So I am rewarded with a new, more potent prescription. All in all, I guess things could be worse.

I go and pick my son up and head for the barbershop. We have to get haircuts last night because we are leaving for Orlando on Saturday and there won’t be another opportunity between now and then. There are only two barbers working, and the waiting chairs are full. For some reason, the barbers are in a jovial mood and want to talk and laugh with everyone in the chairs. It takes two hours to get two haircuts.

I go home, and my wife is curled up on the couch watching re runs of Star Gate. My daughter has not eaten yet, because she for some reason hadn’t eaten yet, but she is “staaaarrrrrrvvvvvvviinnnng”. She and Joe decide that they want frozen pizza. I am in no mood to argue. Joe decides to get a shower and by 7:45 every one has finally had dinner.

That’s when I remembered I needed to get the script for the HBP meds filled. So I go back out, in the pouring rain to Kroger Pharmacy. I get to the pharmacy and stand in the drop off line. For 20 minutes. To drop off a freaking prescription. The pharmacy people are scurrying around like a kicked over ant hill and no one is getting a thing done. I drop off the script and wander around the store for a half hour. I can’t think of a more boring place to kill a half hour than at a grocery store.

Finally the prescription is filled and I head for home. It is 9:00. My wife is asleep on the couch. My son is asleep on the living room floor, his head is laying on his text books. Poor kid, I thought. So I woke him up to put him to bed and he freaks. His homework was not finished. So we sit until 10:00 working on homework. By that time, it’s ridiculous. He can’t stay awake, or concentrate so I send him to bed.

I go back to my bedroom, hoping that some laundry or something got done towards getting ready to go to Orlando. Nothing had been touched. So I turn on the TV and watch NYPD Blue while I fold socks. About 11 my wife shows up and announces that she has a splitting headache, and would I please turn the TV off and the light off so she can sleep. So much for spending some quality time together, like it was going to happen anyway, but you can always hope.
So I go out to the computer and chat and read Blogs for a while. I am so wound up that I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to. Finally, at 1 AM and a bowl of butter pecan ice cream, I head to bed.

Oh, we got up at 6 to finish homework. I asked why she didn’t help him with it. She answered that he is a big boy now and should be doing it on his own.

And I wonder why I have high blood pressure.


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