So I went to the doctor yesterday to make sure I was healthy. I'm not, but not in any new and surprising way.

My blood pressure is still higher than they like, but it's a consistent high. Lungs and heart sound fine. Even with the newly-realized history of heart disease in the family my doctor doesn't think what I experienced was symptomatic of athersclerosis.

Yippee. That means I get to live just wondering when I'll enjoy another attack of vasodepressor syncope.

Boo.