That's my freaking blood pressure.
This is the worst blood pressure that I have ever had in my life. Its too damn high so I have to calm down and eat no salt for the next week (too see if that's the problem) or my doc throws my ass in the hospital.
Wilbor is fine,heart sounded good, he's moving around, I get another ultrasound on the 31st (that is if i dont get admitted). Im glad he is ok through all of this.
Richard is demanding that either my mom comes over everyday (which wont help my BP if she's here all damn day). Or he get a housekeeper (some strange bitch I dont know, that cant do what I do?? pfft to that)
I refuse. I wont. I cant. I will not.
I am gonna calm down, Im letting alot get to me right now, silly hearted kids, workaholic husband, two-faced lying ehags. Too much on me, but let's hope that no salt (how he fuck am i gonna do that) diet will do the trick. So far today, I have comsume 10 yeah, count em 10 milligrams of salt. My mouth tastes like someone shitted in it, but yeah, i feel better, BP went down when I got home
Oh!! And I cant have any sodas, nothing but water, UTI infection.
This is too much fun and no this isnt fucking karma (you know who you are and how you like to wish bad shit on people) It's me being a fatass and paying for my late night indescretions with Taco Bell
suck on it
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