The cuff

I've been wearing the dreaded 24 hour blood pressure machine since yesterday. I had mine fitted the same time as a woman who was so old she had newts in her hair. Really does it for my self esteem.

It's not a good looking piece of equipment and by last night it was as smelly as a hobo's armpit. I fear I messed the whole process up when I was accidentally (no really) fiddling with it and it restarted. While I had a shower superhubby offered to keep it going around his wing-wang in case it went off *eyes up*!

Anyway I peppered it with talc in the hope that the smell would dissipate and went to sleep with a strong sleeping tablet. The thing sounds like a space shuttle taking off when it measures your BP and attacks your arm like a starving anaconda. Had a lovely snooze till 04:30 when Juan started his morning sermon and found the cuff around my wrist. So much for 24 hours. It had to be returned promptly at 09:00 and superhub dropped it off for me.

I'll have to wear it again I'm sure since most of the readings were so off the charts high I'm sure they will think I broke the thing.