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Seriously, I really didn't know I would have a lot of problems convincing trained medical professionals that I just have a very calm (no, I didn't say comatose) demeanor.
Let me start at the beginning. While giving labor to my wonderful baby girl, Overlord Jaq (who, btw, is now 3 months old and 10lbs 10ounces heavier), all the great medical staff was attending to me. One of the strangest things was that they kept asking me about my blood pressure. Was it normally like this?
See, I have a verrry low blood pressure reading. Lower than what would qualify as normal-it's-fine-she's-still-breathing-so-don't-worry-about-it reading. It was because of my abnormally low blood pressure that they kept me in the hospital an extra day. I'm not sure what the average number should be. I just know that mine came in ---during labor--- at 71.
Yes, 71. While I was giving birth to my daughter and experiencing pressure (not pain because I asked for the epidural) throughout my abdomen, I was a whopping 71. That's low. That's extremely low for a woman going through so much emotional and physical distress at delivery.
I am NOT the walking undead. Just let me reiterate that. It just... takes a good bit to get me upset about anything. I laugh. I joke around. I just... I don't know. It takes a lot for me to be angry, or at least have something happen in my life to skyrocket my blood pressure into the stratosphere.
Anyway, there's no real point to this post except to let you know that, if I ever come to visit your house and some type of medical emergency happens to me, don't let the paramedics shut off the life support and call the time of my demise. I'm still alive. Put away the shovel, undertaker. I just have abnormally low blood pressure readings.