High Blood Pressure

So I am dying... Yes, Yes, we are all dying grasshopper, but apparently, at any moment my heart is fixing to burst asunder like a beer left too long in the freezer. I know this because of a trip to Shopper's Drugmart. It's the classic story of putting your arm into a hole where it doesn't belong. I'm killing time, waiting for a friend to complete a purchase so I slip my left arm into the old blood pressure reader and there I am looking at 15852 over 964 or something and being encouraged to ask my pharmacist to help me 'through the maze'. A maze. This is what they call estate planning these days. Tomorrow. I'm going back to test the other arm.