I went to my postpartal blood pressure checkup, and while I expected a high-pressure checkup from my doctor, the first thing that came out was a lot of anxiety.
A high blood pressure reading can signal something serious, so I was anxious about it.
I asked my mom, “Mom, do you know what’s wrong with me?”
She told me, “Yes, you should have a blood pressure test.”
I’m sure my mom thought that would be the end of the discussion.
My mom didn’t tell me about my hypertension until she read the study and had to tell me.
I told her I didn’t know what was wrong with my body and I didn�t want to lose weight, and that was it.
The doctor told me to wait a few weeks to see how things went.
I had no idea that blood pressure would get so high.
After a few days, I noticed I had a lot more blood pressure.
I did my best to keep my mouth shut, but I could tell something was very wrong with the situation.
When I went in to my blood pressure lab, they told me that my blood pressures were normal.
Then they told the whole family, “It�s a new condition.
It�s not an infection.
It is something you need to be careful of.”
They sent me to the emergency room for a blood test and a blood count.
A doctor came in and took the blood samples and told me they were normal and the test was done.
It was pretty scary for a few minutes, but after a few hours I was fine.
When we were told that my high blood pressures came from my postnatal depression, I started crying.
It wasn�t like a big thing, but when I looked at my blood work and I looked around, I was so angry and upset.
I was like, “My life has just changed.
It took me six years to get to this point.
Now it�s time to move on.”
I think the doctors were trying to make me feel better.
I really wanted to tell them what I thought, but they weren�t listening.
They told me it was something that was normal.
That was a bit scary.
I started getting more anxious about my bloodwork.
At first, I thought I was having a heart attack, but then I went down to the hospital and had another heart attack.
I went back into the ER and they checked my heart rate and said, “Your heart rate is normal.” I didn��t want that to happen to anyone else, so at that point, I just stopped caring.
It would be a year before I would even have a conversation about it again.
Now, a year later, I have no idea what happened to me.
When you go through a postpartial depression, you get tired and you get depressed.
Thats a normal thing to do.
But then, as I moved on, I found that there was more to the depression than just a feeling of hopelessness.
I got really stressed out, and my stress level went up.
Then I started having panic attacks.
I tried to avoid them by saying, “Don�t do that,” and it just got worse.
Then, a couple weeks after I had those panic attacks, I got a letter from my GP telling me I had postpartic depression and I had to go to the clinic to have it checked out.
I didn?t know what to think.
I thought to myself, “I�m just having a panic attack.”
When I got to the checkup they told us that it was a blood clot and that I needed to go into the ICU.
The nurse put my arms down and said to me, ”Do you want to come with me, or are you going to have to leave?
“I was scared.
I just didn?
t know what would happen.
I walked into the exam room and they said to the doctor, “This is the end.”
They said, �Your high blood-pressure has returned to normal, but it needs to be checked out again.
This is a new complication, and you are being advised to call your doctor.
You will need to come in for a repeat blood test to see if there is something more serious.’
They told the doctor to take a blood sample from my arm and put it in a bag.
Then the nurse took a test for melatonin.
They took another test for my blood-oxygen level and blood-chemistry, and another for my cholesterol.
I still didn?
T know what had happened.
The last time I was tested for melissa was before my baby was born.
When my mom saw the test results, she was so upset that she had to yell at me.
She told my mom?������s husband, “Why did you do this to your own baby?
It wasn?t you that made the mistake.