That feeling when you’ve been so worried for months that your blood pressure may be too high you’ve been taking self-readings every day and you’ve even built a spreadsheet to record the readings and calculate the average (well you weren’t called the Excel Queen at work for nothing) and you print off the results and give the report to the doc who looks at it and says you’re fine Gisby now fuck off and stop obsessing (or words to that effect) and you’re so delighted you nearly hug the old lady who is entering the GP Practice as you leave it and you want to celebrate (pause for breath) so you decide to open that bottle of limited edition Barolo you’ve been keeping for ages for a special occasion but the thought of doing that sends your blood pressure rocketing. That feeling.
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