Yesterday, I noticed the nurse at Rhonda’s place, a guy named Brandon whom I’ve seen before, took my blood pressure over my long sleeve. He did it on my right arm. So, the other nurse who said it was best done on the right arm was full of it. Either that, or she didn’t know what she was talking about.
I could kick myself for getting caught out for needlessly bashing my forearm. If I had just worn sleeves when I went to urgent care, they might have focused on the real problem instead of that. More than likely, they alerted Rhonda to what I had done and that’s why the nurse wanted to use the right arm that day.
No matter how much I might want to get stuck on stupid in the future, I’ve definitely got to restrain myself because, with my shit luck, I’m just going to get caught again. I know it really bothers Tom, too.
My Facebook visitor has disappeared—I haven’t had any visitors from there in about five days.
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