The anxiety of just being in a doctor’s office raises my blood pressure...
“Oh, Lordy, what are they going to find wrong with me now?”
The anxiety of just being in a doctor’s office raises my blood pressure...
>>>It also makes a tremendous difference for me whether my BP is taken in the much more gentle way with a softer cuff and stethoscope rather than those horrid suction machines that make you feel like your arm is about to break . . .
Most of the time, my providers are satisfied with my readings since I’ve been taking Lisinopril for about a decade now. Generally 130 over 70.
I recently figured out that it’s good for me to sit in that waiting room or examination room before being seen by the doctor. It gives me time to settle down.
Also, while I’m waiting, I try to visualize something that makes me feel calm and comfortable, like being at the beach, or sitting in a hammock just being lazy. I think it’s helped my blood pressure drop several points.
So for me, it’s either these techniques are helping, or the supplements I’m taking somehow manage to lower my BP.
“White Coat Hypertension”
“Oh, Lordy, what are they going to find wrong with me now?”
Or *What is she going to rag on me about this time?*
I know I'm not eating right because of my food allergies, but having her keep telling me I need to try (fill in the blank) does not help.
I've made progress from last year, and honestly, at this time last year was in such bad shape nutritionally, I didn't think I'd make it to summer. And yet, here I am.
But no, my bp is too high, I need to put on weight, I should be taking supplements I already know I can't, I need to try eating food I have already tried, yada, yada, yada.
She's a sweet lady who really does seem to care and has been proactive in ways others haven't but good grief, give me some credit for what I've accomplished for a change.
That’s me too. I figure my BP has to elevate just walking in the door. Amlodipine Besylate and Lisinopril for me.
I'm with you on that. For me going to the doctor's office is loaded with a fear factor that they will find some reason to send me to the ER for high heart rate (it happened twice at clinics with random Drs that don't normally see me). Then $900 later the ER sent me home after monitoring for about 6 hours. Classic white coat syndrome.
I am a chronically late person. The rushing around to get there and race from the car to the office used to affect my numbers. Plus, it was a habit, because doctors in the old days (50s to 90s) used to spend all the time that was necessary with patients and were usually behind schedule, until BigMed confined them all to 7 minutes max--you could be dying, but...
Eventually I started keeping appointment reminders in my calendar 1/2 hour earlier than the actual time. Now I get there in time, because if I miss my 7-minute slot, I have to reschedule. You get older, but technology keeps trending younger.