At another doctor's office a week or two earlier, my pressure was good.
Several years ago, a back-office nurse had hinted that the electronic bp machines can be perhaps a bit haywire. Or is it me?
Anyway, back to the earlier blog post on reactions to bad news. This time I want to talk about our responses, or at least mine. Do I really shut down when I hear bad news? When I don't expect to get the answers I need? Why could I never ask my spine surgeon about the scary plastic visual aid with the big, shiny screws in it? Why do I go home without asking the questions I need to ask? Why can't I even think what the questions are?
Looking for something unrelated this morning in Malcolm Gladwell's BLINK, I think I found the answers. There, on page 225, in the chapter Seven Seconds in the Bronx, was a little sticky marker (mine.) And lots of big underlining, with BIG exclamation points about what happens in people's heads and whole bodies when our blood pressure climbs past a certain point. No wonder I leave some medical offices without asking for or getting answers!
Gladwell explained it better than I can. I wonder if any of my doctors have read it. Will you look it up and tell me what you think?