I’m on Amlodipine
The doctor put me on Amlodipine
Even though I told her I was feeling fine
Still she put me on Amlodipine.
I’m on Amlodipine
She checked my arm again a gave a little frown.
Said I need to get that high blood pressure down
And what I need is some Amlodipine
I’m on Amlodipine
And my ankles sure ain’t lookin’ like they’re mine
Feet were sevens once but now I take a nine
All because I’m on Amlodipine
I’m on Amlodipine
But it ain’t making any difference I can see
Stuck at one-forty-seven over eighty-three
What’s the use of taking Amlodipine?
(to the tune of “On the Road Again” - apologies to Willie Nelson)
(this is not medical advice.)
10 responses to “Amlodipine”
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I know! And with the World Cup coming up, too!
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‘fraid so.
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Lol;, we smile through the tears I guess. The joys of the regular medical check-up. They don’t get easier with ag- experience do they? May I toss this your way as a kind of commiseratory note? On Script. / She peered at the blood pressure cuff/ Now the bloody pressure really is on / The numbers say the pressure is high enough / She hands you a script for the nasty stuff / Days of wine and Roses choccies are gone.
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No worries Rik. These little reminders of the approaching grey days peeve me off. First meds I HAD to have were for gout, and that came down to poor diet choices. Working my way through a Christmas ham (waste not, want not…) proved a false economy when I had to literally hobble hot-foot to see the quack- the day after Boxing Day.
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