Six Times Daily

Th’ consummate (& easy) way's t’ pretend t’ clench 

y’ teeth, then press th’ bloody button: tensing all th’ 

other muscles makes no sense - they won’t let that 

pulse beat or blood flow normally - it’s a battle as t’ 

who-all owns this damn equipage we’re supposed 

to be measuring. Well - 200 iterations later, & we’re 

getting the gist of it; seems systolic indice’s agreed 

pressure now ranges in the normal zone & diastolic 

was never an issue - while pulse really goes looney 

because we’re pretending t’ grit the teeth - as if its 

something weird. So we tried fey breathing instead, 

and hey presto therein’s th’ answer t’ all th’ blather; 

‘Gee whiz Doc’, I’ll be able to say, ‘the answer was 

simply in getting me use th’ gear at home - so now 

I’m free of th’ Medical hegemony’s view I’m crook.’ 

Not that I’ll expect he agree - although he’ll look at 

th’ six readings taken each day & conclude ideas o’ 

heart disease maybe hardly apply; then we’ll move 

to the real reason we started the process. My leg’s 

lack of circulation is th’ biggest pest t’ be resolved 

Well, we’ll see come Wednesday. I’ll be so happy t’ 

hand back th’ beast that now says to me, Mate, no 

need t’ measure yourself six times daily - okay 

© 1 April 2018 2018, I. D. Carswell