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Oh what a stressful day. Went on placement as normal but was hit by headache of doom with accompanying dizzy spells and quite terrifying blurred vision, felt as if I was going to explode. Took blood pressure. 156/98. Eep. Maybe it's just the automatic one, they can be a bit funny sometimes. Check it manually half an hour later, 148/98. Eep. Got sent to the Mater. I had no say in the matter. None. I was force fed cups of water, offered paracetamol and then my CPC dragged me BY THE HAND out to the taxi to make sure I got in it (ok, it was actually a lot sweeter than that, I do so love my CPCs.) There's nothing like 7 hours on hard A+E seats on your own with nothing to read because of headaches to make you appreciate a job that keeps you on your feet all day with lots of people to talk to. Course, the people waiting who did want to talk to me didn't get any answers. Why I'm there is my business. Which is why I'm posting, yes, I know. I nearly broke down in tears repeatedly while in triage, there was that much pain and embarrassment at being seen as ill.

Turns out, I'm graaaaand. Every time BP was taken in the Mater it was a diastolic of 85, which isn't hugely off my normal of 70. Still slightly worried about where these random headaches of doom are coming from, but that's a matter to be pursued at with my GP along with the 5 million other health niggles I've been ignoring. Stuff done: ECG, urinalysis (to make sure it wasn't actually pre-eclampsia, I'll bet *grin*), lotsa bloods taken and pressures measured. Everything checked is working as it should, and I was pleased that I hadn't gone with the old once-white-now-grey but incredibly comfy bra. I'm allowed think these things!

And now I'm off until Monday cos I was told not to go to work tomorrow. So I won't. Yay!