I told my grandmother this morning.

on the way to my 3 month doctor’s follow-up. I’d been dreading telling her, but I felt that my way of bottling things up is unhealthy and whatever i can do to lower my bp before they wrap the velcro around my arm i’ll try.

she took it surprisingly better than i thought and said that she could tell, from her visit last year that we were 2 decidedly different people. and she said basically “just do you” and “put yourself first” in so many words.

in the exam room, i sat there knowing that i fell of the health wagon again, right before my appointment. the bottom number was high, i told him i stopped taking what he gave me like a month ago, and that stress was probably certainly a factor. he said for me not taking anything it was at a decent level, and just try to work on sodium intake and exercise.

at home, it’s one small step closer to the war of the roses. cap’n crunch is my drug of choice.

we decided to get a realtor. so we got to keep the place tip top at all times.