Will Coughing Raise Blood Pressure Novels & Stories

His heart raced, and I laughed softly, “Are you nervous?” Our eyes clashed and a flush crept up his neck, “A bit. Yeah,” he admitted, making me swallow hard. “Pretend I’m not here. Just…. Whoever your doctor is normally.” He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it quickly, nodding, and closing his eyes while I moved to listen to his lungs. My fingertips gripped his wrist while taking his blood pressure, which also happened to be slightly high. Walking around to the back of the table, I traced the scar on his shoulder blade with light pressure, “Any numbness or tingling?”

I frown. “Thank heavens!” I see Cinthia, sitting next to me. “You finally woke up.” I roll my eyes and look at her questioningly. “What happened?” I murmur. “What I told you was going to happen to you if you didn't calm down. You fainted!” “Shit!” I hold my head with both hands. “I feel like I've been hit by a truck.” “I think your blood pressure has risen,” says my friend. “Ready! We already have a diagnosis.” I sit up on the gurney and try to get up, “so we can go home now.”

“This is common in the final weeks—lots of false starts before the real thing.” Dr. Chen arrived an hour later, reviewing my charts with a frown. “Your blood pressure is elevated again. One-forty over ninety. That’s getting into concerning territory.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Maya, I’m going to be direct with you. If your blood pressure doesn’t come down, we might need to consider inducing labor.” “What? Why?” “Because chronic stress and high blood pressure can lead to complications—preeclampsia, placental abruption, reduced blood flow to the baby.” Dr. Chen’s voice was gentle but firm. “Right now, everything’s fine. But we’re watching closely.”

A brief hesitation. “Her blood pressure is dropping again.”

Seraphina It was so quiet, except for those annoying beeps and the sound of his pen scraping. The quiet made me even more anxious, my heart pounding louder in the stillness. "Your blood pressure is slightly elevated, but no need to stress about it. It's pretty common for people to experience this when they visit doctors."

I barked. Clara, surprisingly quick to act, rushed to the phone. A few minutes later, the doctor arrived. I paced the room as he examined her. Clara stood nearby, pretending to look worried, though I could see the faintest trace of amusement in her eyes. The doctor turned to me after finishing his checkup. “Mr. Knight, your mother has severe hypertension and dangerously high blood pressure. This argument likely triggered it.” “What?” My mind raced. “Is she going to be okay?”

He stared at Elion long and hard before cursing under his breath. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He exhaled sharply. “Keep your fucking voice down. Do you want to wake her?” He scolded. Elion scoffed and then went silent before rolling his eyes. He hated being scolded by his elder brother. “Please, act fast, Alpha.” Doctor Ava's voice broke the silence. “She can't risk another heart attack. It could trigger hypertension which is extremely dangerous to her and the unborn babies.” She swallowed. “She already suffered a trauma when she collapsed and stress from being paranoid. That alone elevated her blood pressure to 140/100, and her heartbeat per minute is 130. If she continues this way, it co

“If Cecelia can, all of us have to be able to, right?” A corner of Charles’ mouth pulled up. “Well, when you put it that way…” “You will have up to six times your weight pushing in on you,” Doctor Randall said, looking each of them in the eyes. “As that type of pressure pushes down on you, it forces the blood away from your head and into your legs.” “And you pass out,” Brady offered. Doctor Randall pointed at him. “Exactly.” He eyed the rest of the group. “And if that type of pressure is pushing against your chest?”

"You have to press down hard. I don't know what to do, it's too much blood, there's too much" "He's going into hypovolemic shock," Dr. Kovac’s raspy voice cut through the room, punctuated by a wet, rattling wheeze from his oxygen tank. He didn't sound angry or clinical anymore. He just sounded tired, a dying man watching another man die. "His blood pressure is collapsing. If you do not elevate his legs and pack the wound properly, his heart will stop within the minute." Sophia didn't yell at him. She didn't tell him to shut up. She looked up at the old man, her eyes wide, completely desperate for a lifeline. "How? Dr. Kovac, please, what do we do? Tell us what to do."

I replied, looking around the store. “Please go on”. He responded. “Please what’s Norvsarac used for?” I asked, my face laced with curiosity. “You mean Norvasc?” “Yes please, Norvasc.” “It’s an Antihypertensive drug used to treat high blood pressure”. Oh yeah Emilia was diagnosed with high blood pressure, I recalled inwardly. “Uhmm, is there any drug used to increase high blood pressure?” “Well yes, in the case of hypotension, there are drugs that helps increase the blood pressure. Drugs like Midodrine can help treat hypotension”. He replied.