When I was a kid, the simple process of a nurse taking my blood pressure would increase my blood pressure. Like to the point that it was worried that I was at risk of hypertension. (And, as I was/am a pudgy kid, that wouldn’t have been unreasonable.) It was, essentially, my introduction to the observer effect.
At some point during my postdoc, I found one of those BP robots over in the supercomputer building at ORNL. And it became a thing I would visit. A digital pal I would do a walk by/quick sit with every day. I imagine it was the feeling someone would get playing the lottery, though I have no idea if that’s accurate. They were, however, much better numbers.
And then in my interregnum vacation, I found myself sort of craving those little visits; that tiny arm hug, that quick experimental replicate, those few bits of data. I found it comforting. I would find them in stores. I would look for them at malls. Just a couple minutes, a couple hugs, a tiny respite. Who would name a child “Temple Grandin”? And here we are.
I have a borderline disconcerting number of these cards. This one just fell out of my bag. Inadvertent shedding usually means “time for a purge”. And low is usually my problem more than high—I could fix that with some ramen, though. I like the store ones still, but I own 2 sphygmomanometers, one at home and one at work.
I also enjoy stethoscopes.
It almost always starts slowly.
I was married to a dumb idea for like 2 weeks and it was a ridiculous source of unnecessary stress and once I decided I could just get around it I blew a 120/79.
(I’ll use “blow” as a measurement verb, sure. I also own a breathalyzer.)
I have done some really interesting research.