For as long as I can remember I’ve had a story being told in my head. In my earliest years I laid out all my crayons and organized them by size and color, imagining them to be in line at school. I drew endless pictures of people as I made up ongoing story lines about them. My barbie collection was involved in these drawings and had very detailed, interwoven stories involving their days at an orphanage. I can remember many of their names, nationalities and styles. During my years in piano lessons I began a personal story, pretending to be a piano teacher who gave lessons on tv. As a child I believed I would become an artist, or art teacher but after high school gave up my artistic pursuits completely. Without the backing stories I tended to become bored with art. Using a ruler to create lines, measuring the distance between eyes, negative space…it wasn’t what I was after. Fast forward to my mid twenties when I stumbled into buying and selling vintage clothing. Suddenly I had a story to tell again – each vintage dress became a chance to create a character. I teach piano lessons but not on television. In what ways has your life mirrored your childhood fantasies?
“Healthy Person High Blood Pressure” – That is what I google as I try to figure out how to lower my blood pressure. I eat lots of bananas, avocados and even pure dark chocolate as these are supposed to help. I try to do meditation, but can only sit still for around 5 minutes. My condition is part hereditary and perhaps part psychology – knowing you have high blood pressure certainly doesn’t lower your blood pressure. Every time I have gone to the doctor over the years my blood pressure has skyrocketed in anticipation of having the results show high blood pressure. I started taking my readings on a daily basis recently and find that the numbers are usually 10-20 above average. I drink more water, hearing this clears salt from the body. And its good for overall health. I am active, never sitting still and fairly young at 32 years old. I give lisinopril a try on Easter day. After two doses, this wreaks havoc – I have a case of digestive distress so severe I decide this is not the drug for me and am simply happy to be alive. Today I try bystolic, we will see if there are any severe side effects. It is $40 more expensive each month, but worth it based on the info I find through google.