Come on.... walk with me....
12:30am: Finish working on numerous home/work tasks.I only jot this down now because, although extreme, things like this are not uncommon, just more spread out. So when I heard my BP was up to 140 I felt a sense of failure. I worked very hard to get it so low, having been up at 160 at one point. And I'll have to work again to bring it back down, but there does appear to be some indicators that my days can be subject to stress from time to time.
01:00am: Kids both enter room. One wet the bed. Getup, cleanup, reset, try again.
01:30am: Neighbor's dog barks incessantly at some tree dwelling critter.
02:30am: Kid enters room. Wife escorts back. Dog's still barking.
03:30am: Kids awake/enter again. Wife escorts back. Dog's still barking.
04:00am: Kids awake/enter yet again. Wife escorts back. Dog's still barking.
07:00am: Kids awaken for the day. Dog's oddly silent.
07:30am: Help wife to keep 2 kids on track and making it out the door for their dentist appointment while I ready for my own dr appt.
08:00am: Leave for Stanford Medical Clinic for initial discussion to coordinate MRI about neck/spinal column related issues, and likely surgery. It won't be the first time.
08:45am: Park/walk to and arrive at SMC just in time for appointment, 'cause I realize I don't have $ to pay for parking near by.
08:50am: Blood pressure is up from 123, now 140. Hypertension. Again.
09:00am: Discuss neck symptoms and get directed to get MRI asap.
09:45am: Drive to work, coordinating MRI via phone en route.
10:25am: Arrive at work just in time to walk into 10:30am meeting.
11:00am: Voicemail: home phone is not working. Try to troubleshoot remotely with wife via cell. DSL filters appear to be the issue.
12:05pm: Get call from wife. She's en route to Dr's office with son crying from unknown abdominal pains.
12:40pm: Checking in; they're now in line for x-rays. He tells me mommy gave him too much juice and now his penis hurts. Kids say the darnedest things. I think it's abdominal cramps from laxatives we give him 'cause he holds back otherwise.
01:15pm: Back into meetings. I've not been to my office once. Multitasking and not paying attention just in time to be asked a question and return a blank stare while crickets echo in the background. Huh? What?
02:00pm: Checking in again; they're still waiting for x-rays. But son's feeling better.
02:15pm: Working session with co-worker. Actual productivity. Yea!
02:45pm: Getting time to respond to pending tasks... more real work being done.
03:00pm: Checking in on son; seems better, no info on x-rays yet so they're back home.