So I guess all those headaches may have stemmed partly from having the equivalent of a hose nozzle on the pressure-wash setting in my brain veins.
It turns out that the high blood pressure that I tried to treat with a strict regimen of denial is now only higher and I get to take old-lady water pills and eat bananas therapeutically.
I asked the doctor if my blood pressure would go back down if I lost twenty pounds. She said no because I am old and have bad genes.
I am not ready to be old.
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