They’re different days now, they are ones beginning
with my upper arm cuffed and then attached to that
automatically activated blood pressure monitor - all
part o’ my Doctor’s expansive idea t’ gather ‘better’
data, and guess who does it: oh yeah, its driven me
to perfect th’ process; we are into six daily readings
for a week leading up to th’ next appointment when
he won’t need explain - you’ve high blood pressure
I can agree with the evidence - when it’s expressed
six times daily there’s no running away - altho I can
see what he means by ‘fluctuations’; when taking 2
or more successive readings we’ve never managed
yet produce ‘comparably ranged data’ - suggesting
no stable basis yet for interpreting onset of change
But it is the beginning of confidence and where our
thoughts align will be the road t’ better reason; and
once we are travelling comfortably th’ Season t’ be
Jolly will surely reengineer itself - and then, as such,
a precocious malignancy of mal-alignment crushed
and meticulously persuaded to - just - disappear…
© 3 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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