Sunday Afternoon

I am hard pressed to see what bloggers write about every day I gotta tell you... Today I slept late. The dorm dweller I share a bathroom with having decided on a little shower love after closing time. There is nothing like listening to college kids going at it in an enclosed space. Above me they are herding Shetland elephants.
What else? Irish hurling. Munster final was on in the pub where I ate lunch, Waterford coming on strong at the finsih to beat Limerick. You'd know if you got one of those sticks in the mouth I reckon. The helmets they wear are pretty cool; seems to me one of them was wearing the old helmet I used to wear as a kid.
Diastolic pressure remains high but Systolic levels have returned to gravy eating territory.

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.