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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
I just did some tilling in the garden and got to feeling dizzy. My blood pressure is now 142/98. I'll take it again in a few minutes and see if it has gone down any.
In April I'll be 60, and will have out-lived my father by 8 years. Quite frankly, I don't plan on many more birthdays, but death doesn't bother me except insofar as it would affect my family and those who depend on me. Then again, who knows? Some mighty frail people have lived to a ripe old age.
Guess I'll be asking for new BP meds next time I visit my doctor.
"Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not."
— Epicurus (341-270 B.C.E.), Greek philosopher. Letter to Menoeceus
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Please be careful, WT. Even though you may not anticipate more birthdays, life might surprise you.
Both my paternal grandmother and my father had significant heart attacks at the age of 67. It killed my grandmother, but my father was in such good physical condition that his heart was able to resuscitate itself (I guess there is something to be said for being a jock all your life). Since I am very much my father's daughter (with the exception of the whole "jock" thing), I keep telling the kids they need to be nice to me since I only have 17 years left. Shannon just rolls her eyes at me.
