Saturday was a long day at work; the last of a run of shifts. Apart from rushed bites to eat at lunch and tea time, I had been on the go all day.
Yesterday, I just felt so drained and totally wiped out. It was an effort to even get up out of bed to go to Church. Usually, there are some daffodils or chocolates given out to the women on Mother's day but the lady who usually arranges these things is not well so that might be why it didn't happen this year.
On Thursday, it had been a day shift day so I thought I would call in at the Newcastle library as it was a late night opening. When I got there I discovered that they had a pop up clinic in a side room for people to get their blood pressure checked and I was invited in.
I had to fill out a quick form whilst waiting and the man who invited me in sat with me and chatted. I think he meant well but I ended up wishing that I had never agreed to go in. He said that there are probably 8,000 people walking round Newcastle unaware that they have a blood pressure problem/I would have to wait a little bit as the person being seen to now was emergency/there had been a man in today who had had to be taken straight to the RVI!
Well, I started to think, oh my! what if I have to go to the RVI too? What if I have to ring work and say I can't come to work tomorrow I'm in the RVI!
Silly I know to jump to worse scenario but I did end up quite anxious and I was trembling and my heart going quite fast when I got my turn to go through. The young pharmacist lady in scrubs told me my blood pressure was a bit up. I said it was no wonder after everything I had had to listen to out there. She said to go wait for 10 minutes and she would redo. The man who had worked me up kindly offered to go get me a cup of tea. Another lady went through and then came to wait for 10 minutes too. To try to feel calmer I tried reading my novel but it didn't totally take my mind off things. The next check was better but still raised. Well, I'm still worked up, I told her. She said that she had sent my result to my GP and said I should make an appointment and that I will likely be given machine to monitor for a week. She reassured me that I do not need to go to RVI. She advised me to make life style changes, she thought jogging would be good. She gave a big smile and said isn't this a good thing you have found out and you can do something about it. I said begrudgingly, I suppose so. But it didn't feel like a good thing. I had been like a spring lamb getting an early finish from work and had been looking forward to a little research at the library and now I felt a bit on a downer. I wished I had just gone straight home on the bus. Or I wished I had gone in the other entrance and had gone straight up in the lift!
I hope it will just turn out to be a blip because I got worked up. My blood pressure has always been fine in the past.
Afterwards, I went up to the local studies but I couldn't focus so I gave it up as a bad job.
SiL returned home on Thursday. She had been worried about train strikes but her train from London had not been taken off.
She has messaged me news that a bus service which runs through their village and was due to be withdrawn has been reinstated. I am flabberghasted!
There has been a campaign to keep the bus for so long and the answer has always been nay, nay, nay. I had said it was worth protesting even though it was (seemed) a foregone conclusion otherwise at the end of the day it would make it easier for the high ups to justify their decision if they could say say no one seemed bothered. Anyway, SiL says there has been too many complaints and so they will keep the bus service running after all! People power!!