The next day, I was still a little bit nervous.
I still hadn’t told my mom about it.
I hadn’t shared it with anyone.
I didn’t know how to tell my friends.
I couldn’t explain why I didn, but I knew it wasn’t just because of the stress I was feeling.
I had just had a big one.
It was my third blood pressure test in a week.
I was worried that I’d passed, that I was just another normal patient.
But I was relieved.
After the first two tests, I had a slight rise in my blood pressure, but that wasn’t abnormal.
It wasn’t like the swelling had gotten worse.
I’d been feeling better in the weeks since, but now I was in better shape than I’d ever been.
I went to the hospital and was given a few blood pressure tests, but they were just a few drops in the glass.
After that, I just felt fine.
The next time I had my third test, it was my fourth.
My blood pressure rose by the same amount.
I felt normal again.
I told my mother that I felt fine, but she didn’t believe me.
I wasn’t sure what to tell her.
Was I really having a blood pressure rise?
She wanted to know.
I asked her.
“No, it’s just a little thing,” she said.
That was when I finally knew why I had it.
“I think your blood pressure is too high,” she told me.
“Your blood pressure could be too high.
You might need to see a doctor.”
My blood pressures were going up, but the increase was not noticeable enough to cause any pain or worry.
The second and third blood tests were the same, but my readings were different.
When I went back to the doctor the next day to get the final blood pressure reading, he told me I had another abnormal spike.
That meant that something was wrong with my blood vessels.
I decided to go to the emergency room to get checked out.
I figured that was the best way to do it.
The doctor told me that my blood volume had gone from 400 to 1,400 milliliters, or about 300 to 300 millilitres higher than normal.
That’s about what I thought it would be.
I tried to tell myself that it was normal, but it was so hard to explain.
I just didn’t feel right.
I called my mother and told her what I was seeing, but at the same time, I kept thinking, It’s not normal.
I thought, How am I supposed to explain to my mom that I have a higher blood pressure than I thought I did?
My mother, who had been the first person to see me, told me to stay at home and take the medication.
It took about a week to get her approval.
My mother didn’t want to let me go, but eventually, I got it.
She was so supportive, and she didn of course feel bad.
I did what I could.
When my mom returned from her appointment the next week, I told her I was okay and that I wasn “fine.”
She thanked me for understanding and told me it was okay to keep taking the medication as long as I felt okay.
“What is wrong with you?” she asked me.
When she asked what was wrong, I said I couldn´t tell her anything.
“It’s normal,” she answered.
I knew this meant that I had blood pressure problems.
But what was the normal thing to do?
I didn´t want to go back to work.
So I decided that I would just take my medication.
But even though my blood pressures had increased by the normal amount, I still had a few more drops in my glass.
I kept my head down and kept taking the medicine.
By the end of the week, it wasn´t noticeable.
My last test came back normal, so I decided I was doing okay.
I took my first medication that week, which was a small pill that I swallowed as soon as I got home from work.
It’s called a “liposome” because it helps with cholesterol metabolism.
The liposome helps with the conversion of cholesterol into free fatty acids, which are stored in the body as triglycerides.
By taking the liposomes, I’m able to break down the triglycerides into the more healthy ones, which I can use for energy.
I also keep taking my insulin.
Insulin helps keep my blood sugar low.
The idea is that if you keep taking insulin, you can reduce your risk of diabetes.
It´s not a prescription medication, but insulin is widely available over the counter in the United States and around the world.
For years, I thought my diabetes was something that was always going to get better.
I assumed I’d have to take medication for it to get worse.
But as time went by, I started to see improvement in my condition.
My triglycerides were down.
I could feel my