170/106 Blood Pressure is... Really Bad.

You know. I've typed on here before, just got off the phone with AC my supervisor. I've been up since 4am. Trying to get myself in order and trying to find a way to get MORE PRODUCTIVE TIME OUT OF THE DAY FOR MY OWN BENEFITS BUSINESS-WISE.

Well?

Just took my blood pressure reading annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, yeah.
-_-
Yeah.

170/106.
Mind you I was ABOUT TO WORKOUT!
And I know that my blood pressure SKYROCKETED LIKE THIS BECAUSE I STOPPED DOING MY YOGA WORKOUTS AND THEN I'M STRESSED ABOUT ALL THE THINGS GOING ON!
0) SEPARATED FROM MY SON!
1) NOT ENOUGH TIME TO DO PAY CONTENT POSTS!
2) NAZI-COPS WORKING WITH BLACK CRIMINALS IN THIS AREA!
3) LIVING WITH A SLUMLORD AND TRYING TO MOVE OUT!
4) PUTTING AWAY MONEY TO MOVE OUT!
5) GETTING CONSTANT DEMANDS FOR MATERIALS I CAN'T GET CAPITAL FOR TO SELL ON THE WEBSITE!
6) UNABLE TO WORKOUT FOR 5 WEEKS DUE TO A FUCKED UP TOE!
7) NOT GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP ON A DAILY BASIS!
8) NOT EATING RIGHT TO AVOID THE SHITTY SITUATION OF SHARING A KITCHEN WITH A USELESS NIGGER-BITCH TRAITOR WHO ABUSES HER BLACK SON! (This one, STRESSES ME THE FUCK OUT THE FUCKIN MOST! Because THIS PIECE OF FUCKIN FILTH KNOWS ABOUT MY SITUATION AND WE'VE CLASHED A NUMBER OF TIMES BECAUSE SHE IS LITERALLY RAISING HER SON TO BE A LOSER! KNOWS IT! BUT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO DEAL WITH SO THAT MYSELF AND WAYNE CAN MENTOR THE BOY SO HE WON'T BE A GODDAMN DEAD WEIGHT BUM!)

Mind you, probably NOT a good idea to get angry right now, right?
Right.
I still have, JUST UNPACKED my old meds.
>_<
Ugh, I hate taking these fuckin things, HOWEVER!?
BEING DEAD IS A PROBLEM!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, -_- Yes, I just laughed at the fact that I am perilously close to a massive heart attack or whatever else.

Art, how ironic that my supervisor's name is Art, but Art is on HIS WAY IN NOW for his 6am shift and he was like "MY GOD!? 170 OVER 106 SHAWN THAT IS DANGEROUS!"
-_-
If I had a dime for every time I heard that I'd be rich.
Bottom line?
No work for me today.
I called out.
I have SOME SICK DAY PAY.
Gonna take these... "meds".
They work SHORT-TERM.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, kinda need that RIGHT ABOUT NOW!

When I wake up I'm gonna take my blood pressure reading and if it is still ridiculously high then I'm gonna go to the emergency room.
>_<
Ugh.
Which means I'll be stuck in their and be under observation again.
>_<
Ugh.
I don't have my medical insurance anymore and haven't replaced it with the new job's, so.
That's gonna bite me in the ass as a self-inflicted ass-wound for not getting new medical through the day job.
Either way.

Lemme take these meds, which make me tired and climb back in the bed.
I was NOT EXPECTING my blood pressure to be THAT HIGH.
I KNEW it was going to be high, because I'm under a lot of stress.
A lot of which WOULD ACTUALLY BE STRESS CAUSED BY GREAT NEWS OF EXPECTATIONS.

If I had the capital to invest in my business TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE DEMANDS BEING ASKED OF ME. -_- Didn't expect the artwork to cause a demand for PRINTED SHIRTS SO QUICKLY, so? I'm stuck. Cuz I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE AND THIS NEIGHBORHOOD. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, even as I TYPE THAT!? I am reminded of the Hillary Clinton Campaign Volunteer Woman who knocked on the door saturday and we spoke about WHY I AM NOT VOTING FOR THAT FILTHY FUCKIN BITCH!
-_-
Right.
I'm calm.

I'm calm and serene.
Ironically though this woman was a Bernie Sanders supporter and was only "doing her part" to support the Democratic Party, even though all this information has come out showing that Sanders WON AND HIS OWN PARTY INTENTIONALLY CHEATED HIM. Yet, Black People think we should be integrating and aspiring to MERGE with White Society.
Stupid.

Lemme take my ass back to BED!
WAIT!?
Lemme take these meds, FIRST!
-_-
OKAY, DONE!
Now, cuz I've typed on here before about the fact that I KNOW that NOT GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP HAS NOT BEEN HELPING ME. So?

Lemme take MY ASS.
Back to bed.
Mind you, I've already been up since 4am EST and was working on new posts for Williams Works after typing up my email-journal entry for My Son. And responding to a question for the blog from a reader who pointed out a VERY INTERESTING THING ABOUT THE FACT THAT ARE THERE BOOKS ON NEGRO-BEDWENCHES?

And I realized that, no.
There isn't.
Nobody has ever really HIGHLIGHTED THE ISSUE.
At least, NOT TO MY KNOWLEDGE.

Lemme take my ass to bed.