165 over 97.
I forgot to take my blood pressure medication today. It’s the weekend. My wife and kids are out of town. I’m way out of my routine, for sure. I feel like I’m 80 years old, yelling out to whoever can hear me, “Somebody get my pills!” It’s sad but true, I have a massive high blood pressure problem. It’s brought on by a mix of heredity and stress (probably some diet thrown in there too). Don’t get me wrong, I exercise often – not enough I guess. I should probably be asleep right now too. But, the show must go on.
For a while, I had difficulty targeting what this blog would divulge on a somewhat weekly basis. Everything? I got to be vulnerable to my readers! (With my fist in the air.) In fact, if you are one of the three people reading this, you’re among the few that I’ve probably reached on Facebook. I’ve yet to promote this to the Snowshoe Magazine audience – that’s just a matter of time. When the snow starts falling, I can guarantee a circus of consciousness (as opposed to stream of consciousness) in content form. Although, it doesn’t necessarily have to be about the world of snowshoeing…or snow in general. Just something entertaining for all you kids out there.
For now, the crowd is small, but the soapbox still beckons my blasphemous belittling of the business at hand. Alliteration is so much fun.
164 over 97.
It hasn’t gone down much, has it? We’ll wait some more. It could take a while to get the ol’ ticker on a more level playing field. Right now, for some reason…we’re running a few RPMs too high. I did just see The Dark Knight; that might have something to do with it. It was a pretty intense flick.
Did I like it? Sure. I still find it difficult to get past the fact that Christian Bale was the little kid in the movie Empire of the Sun. Now that’s a good movie! Steven Spielberg at his best. If you want quality, rent that one and enjoy. A free tip from yours truly.
To get back on track here (my blogs will frequently lose their focus), I’m starting to feel the effects of age. I’m only 31, so it’s not like I’m carrying around an oxygen tank and refusing to eat my mashed potatoes. Maybe later on in life.
Nonetheless, my body has been performing less than stellar lately. On Saturday, I continued with the job of staining my fence. If you know what a chore this is, you’ll understand why I’m walking around like I just got thrown out of a moving car. The pain stems from my lower back area. And this is from staining my fence! It’s not like I was doing back flips off my roof. Come on! No. Wait. Settle down. We don’t want to upset Mr. Blood Pressure, do we?
168 over 92.
Dangit!
Yes, it’s time to calm down a bit. Remember, stress affects your blood pressure.
Continuing.
After allowing my back to heal, I went and played some basketball on Sunday with some friends from church. I don’t know why, but I always make things hard on myself. Or at least challenging. Basketball with a bum back and a bunch of guys who play like they’re trying out for the Nuggets is hardly a good way to feel any less than 31. It was a good workout. I had a few highlight reel moments – nothing SportsCenter worthy, sorry to report.
149 over 92.
That’s better. See. Blood pressure is backing down a bit. I like that. However, to get it boosting again, I’d like to continue with some talk about the Democratic National Convention (DNC). Oh boy!
As you many of you know, I live in Commerce City – just northeast of Denver. I have the unique pleasure of living in a subdivision called Reunion. It’s nice. Quaint. Lots of friendly, happy people enjoying life and family. Peaceful. A word I think is fair to describe Reunion – despite the occasional NASCAR stadium scare and low-flying planes. It’s a very nice place to live.
But, like any Batman living the good life in his Batcave, you gotta work to keep the lights on and the kids fed. To make that happen, I work for the Quiznos Corporate Headquarters in downtown Denver. The toasted subs Mecca is located at 15th and Lawrence, conveniently based near several DNC hotspots. Starting August 25, the Democrats will swoop down on the city and take it by force. Not really. The Democrats are the least of our worries, it’s the crazies that plan to be there to communicate their distaste with our politicians: the protestors, the demonstrators, the picketers, and some Rush Limbaugh listeners. Ladies and gentleman, hide the Viagra and OxyContin!
I digress.
So, I was talking with my neighbor, an Aurora police officer. Very nice guy. Evidently, the Denver Police Department can’t handle the DNC all at once. Aurora and Jeffco are sending reinforcements to handle the lawbreakers and the wrongdoers from burning down the city. A very smart idea, indeed.
What I found interesting was my neighbor’s knowledge on all things DNC. It seems they are preparing for the worst, as well they should. But, the worst is nothing but speculation. Oh, but I love to speculate. And I certainly plan to see what all the fuss is about during my lunch breaks. Expect me to take pictures and report on the happenings. I’ll be your reporter on the scene.
According to my neighbor, there will be several areas around the city that will be guarded and policed: hotels, the capital building, the convention center, and some of the local strip clubs. Law enforcement officials expect the normal scrappy protestors and the very creative knuckleheads (throwing animal guts and bags of fake blood). The city will be on full alert! I still plan to be at work, surprisingly. I might as well venture out and make some memories, don’t you agree? Nothing says summertime thrills than blunt force trauma to my noggin.
152 over 89.
I guess I’d better take my medication in the morning. I’ll make an appointment with the good doctor too. High blood pressure is annoying. I guess it beats having quite a few other ailments – like a bum back.
In case you were wondering, I plan to have my fence completely stained before winter sets in. That’s a promise I can make. Hey! It’s like I’m a politician…making promises and trying hard to follow through despite my physical setbacks. I think I will fit-in nicely at the DNC. It should be a hoot.
