122 77 Blood Pressure Female Novels & Stories

She paused, eyes on Siena’s face just long enough to make a human bridge, then slipped out without the door ever fully closing. Siena let the numbers live in her head as weights against the other things that wanted to crowd it. 37.6. 98/62. 108. The way the green digits dipped one or two points every few minutes. The tiny, ridiculous relief in the sound of the cuff deflating. The saline bag still capped.

"That is great! Please can you tell me the figures of her blood pressure?" "Her blood pressure was 140 yesterday, we check her every morning, afternoon and at night, we do that everyday to monitor her blood pressure and we do that when she wants take her medications like drips, injections, sleeping pills, pain relief tablets, drugs or blood inducing tablets and soon. I just checked her blood pressure and it's 121,it's really getting stable." The nurse explained, she hoped Mr Wellspring will understand all that she has said and won't tell her to explain the way his wife did. She was already exhausted from. The lecture she had with Mrs Wellspring about her blood pressure. "Ok. That's great, 12

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‘They’re much better now. The doctor checked her pulse with the stethoscope once again. After a pause, he motioned for the nurse to measure her blood pressure. When the results came out, he announced, ‘Her blood pressure is in the ideal range, and the pulse is at 97, which has stabilised slightly. This means that the effects aren’t too serious. You can rest assured, but don’t get too careless.’ Alessia nodded hurriedly, her gratitude evident. ‘No, I won’t. Don’t worry.’

She started reviewing my notes and flipped through the pages with a practiced speed. Suddenly, she stopped reading and frowned deep. She pulled one specific chart out of the stack and placed it on the counter between us. "Axel, look at this blood pressure reading for Mr. Henderson in room four," Mrs. Davis instructed, and her voice held a sharp tone of warning. I leaned forward and looked at my own handwriting on the white paper. I had written down a reading of 140 over 90.