No pressure!

Pressure gauge

It’s amazing the things that we get worked up about as human beings; we put so much energy into fretting about things that we have no control over, or which will never happen anyway. That said, that realisation was no comfort to me on Wednesday as I prepared to visit Ninewells Hospital in Dundee for my first renal clinic appointment since moving.

I was nervous. I was very nervous. Over the last few years my blood pressure has got higher and higher as I’ve got more and more stressed about life, the universe and everything. It didn’t help that I didn’t get on terribly well with my renal doctor. She’d shout at me and that really didn’t help me in the slightest.

In the end I wrote and complained and asked to see another doctor, and the consultant I saw was lovely, and listened and it made such a difference. However, my BP was still frighteningly high. Way back in February when I last visited the Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh for my sixth-monthly renal appointment my blood pressure was a massive 180/96.

My new consultant told me in no uncertain terms to change my job. “Your job is killing you,” she said, and wasn’t using that as a turn of phrase or a euphemistic expression, she really meant it.

And just as she had listened to me, I listened to her and did what she said. I secured this job at the University of St Andrews, and moved to Fife. And on Wednesday my blood pressure read 136/89. That’s almost normal!

Isn’t God good.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 52 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master at Safeguard Global; latterly at Sky and Vision/Cegedim. Former web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and previously warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

10 thoughts on “No pressure!”

  1. A sign, perhaps, that you did the right thing, despite it being a difficult decision.
    Oh, by the way, I’m a blurker, I’ve been reading your blog for months now but rarely leave comments. I will in future!

  2. If a blurker means a lurker on a blog then I too am one.

    But I just had to leave a comment this time… Isn’t God good even if the blood pressure hadn’t come down.. even if bad things happen to good people.. even if the fig tree does not bear fruit….?

  3. You’re right Emily…God is good all the time…even if Gareth’s blood pressure hadn’t come down…but as people we naturally tend to ‘celebrate’ the good stuff…

  4. Good man Gareth, really pleased to hear that your health is on the up – consequently, can I presume your happiness is also on the up?

    Hope the job is going well – it had better be, as there is a great big Gareth-shaped hole in my heart down here in lowly Edinburgh!

    See you at some stage over the next couple of months…

  5. YAY! I’m glad!

    I had problems with my blood pressure about two years ago. Off the scale…

    Now I’m on two little pills a day at 26! It’s not worth it, is it? I didn’t have an option to change jobs then, but nowadays since my recent job move, life–whilst busy and challenging–feels so much better, and curiously, sedate!

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