Will Coughing Raise Blood Pressure Novels & Stories

After repeating the same routine of pumping the thing tied around my hand, he finally remove the ear tube from his ears and hang it around his neck before reclining on his chair. "What have you been thinking about lately, Nate? Your blood pressure is high and currently reading 140/90mmHg..." He says, and my eyes slowly widen in shock. What the hell! Why would my blood pressure be so high when I've not been stressed or thinking about things? "I've not been thinking about anything," I reply to him, and he sighs briefly. "Then I think you should get some rest. You may be stressed mentally. The blood pressure is the reason why you have been having all those symptoms, so I'll prescribe some medic

Eva just needed to check her blood pressure because of the way she flinched and pounced to her feet upon hearing the news. She could feel the palpitations of her heart and she could tell her adrenalin was pumping in the wrong direction right now. She suddenly realized her breath was heaving against her chest and news like this was enough to escalate her blood pressure beyond normal. She bit her lips tightly to avoid screaming at the top of her voice. For the first time in her life, she was as confused as a mouse in desert.

My eyes keep rolling back, the room spinning worse. "Breathe," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Just breathe, Hayden. I've got you." I try. My chest feels tight, my heart hammering unevenly. She fumbles for the blood pressure cuff we keep in the cabinet, wrapping it around my arm. The machine beeps after a moment. She gasps. "162 over 98," she whispers, horror in her voice. "Hayden... that's too high. Way too high with your condition." I close my eyes, the ice pack soothing the worst of the throbbing.

I said and he was lifted onto my bed. “The patient has a history of uncontrolled hypertension. He collapsed due to stress. Possible acute coronary syndrome.” “How is his airway looking?” I asked. “Patent.” “Is he breathing?” “His breathing is spontaneous and rapid.” “I want full cardiac monitoring and get a blood pressure stat.” A nurse replied, “Two hundred and eight over one twelve.” My father was in a hypertensive crisis. “Oxygen saturation?” “Ninety-three percent.” “Give him two to four liters of oxygen through nasal cannula.”

“The doctor instructed you to remain in the wheelchair for a few more days. Why...” “It's uncomfortable. Moreover, they already bandaged my wounds. Now, what is there to check again?” Madam Moretti's temper wasn't as gentle as she looked, and she was very obstinate. The doctor spoke up in time, “The loss of blood for someone in her condition and the shock she had just gone through can lead to high blood pressure. Considering her stroke, we can't risk anything.” But Madam Moretti snorted, “What can happen to me? I am perfectly okay.”

“And her mind hasn’t caught up with safety yet.” I watch him, my fingers still resting lightly on her head. “She kept saying they’ll come back,” I add quietly. He glances at me briefly before looking back at her. “That fear…” he says, “is dangerous in her condition.” He straightens slightly. “Her blood pressure is high,” he continues. “Too high for someone this weak.” My chest tightens. “If it keeps rising like this, her heart won’t be able to handle it,” he says. “She could go into cardiac shock. Or worse… her body might just shut down from stress.”

The coughing fit took my whole body, violently shaking my weak ribs until they felt ready to break under the pressure. Pressing my shaking hands to my mouth offered zero help. The constant coughing finally stopped after a minute of real pain. Lowering my hands, my tired eyes stared at the slick, warm wetness coating my skin. Bright red fresh blood stained my pale fingers. The red liquid stood out in sharp, scary contrast against the gray floor below. The dizziness grew quickly into total spinning. Gravity seemed to stop completely. The room tilted sideways at a harsh, crazy angle. Then my weak arms folded fully under the heavy strain of holding my chest.

The doctor did a checkup on Angela. “Your Blood pressure is higher than usual, are you doing any stressful activities? Please stop them, perhaps you’re overthinking, which is making your blood pressure spike up.” The doctor said. Trenton squinted his eyes at Angela like he could see through her. Angela bowed her head in shame, anger and frustration. “Doctor, there must be a medicine to control her blood pressure right?” Trenton said. “Yes of course, but the medicine isn’t magic, the mother needs to desist from stress.” The doctor said. He prescribed some drugs for Trenton and he took Angela to the pharmacy with him. There was silence between them. He got the drugs and they headed to the car.

She looked like an angry bull. "Carol, didn't you say you have hypertension?" "What's that got to do with you? I had high blood pressure just now, but I'm fine now, okay?" Just a moment ago she claimed to have high blood pressure, and now she had turned into a drama queen. Emily sighed. It seemed Carol's hypertension came and went as she pleased; if she said she had an episode, she immediately became a patient, and if she said she didn't, she was a full-blown lunatic.

Jacob asked. “I feel…” The patient wiped his mouth. When he was about to say something, he suddenly felt that his stomach was churning badly. He coughed more severely while touching his stomach. At that moment, the doctors below all stood up. “How could this happen?” Jacob kept slapping the patient’s back lightly, hoping that he could be better. It was useless. The patient coughed more severely. He kept coughing and even started coughing up blood. Jacob panicked. The patient’s cough was already severe in the beginning. Now, he had even coughed up blood after drinking the medicine. If this continued, he would definitely die!