“Your blood pressure is a little high and your pulse is rapid. Are you feeling okay?” The nurse stood putting numbers into the computer and glanced back at me.
“I am a little anxious, but nothing that far out of the ordinary,” I said as I sat on the examination table.
“Okay, I will make note of that and the doctor should be in soon.” The nurse signed off on the computer and left the room.
The doctor entered the room and logged onto the computer. “How are you feeling Miss Whitmer?”
“I am doing alright, anxiety is a little higher today, but I have had worse.”
“Well the nurse said your pulse was a little rapid, ah yes, here is the number. It is a little elevated today. No chest pain or shortness of breath?”
“No, this is as routine a visit as I can do.”
“We will check your pulse again before you leave just to be on the safe side, okay?”
“Works for me.”
And the next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed connected to lots of machines. I guess my pulse was too rapid.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rapid