Today I saw the doctor again. This time, it took four tries to get my blood pressure (110/50, which is up from 105/40 the third time she tried). My resting heart rate is 60. She's concerned that I'm a little pale. I'm starting to think that I should get one of those alert bracelets: This human has naturally low BP and is paler than most.
Problem is, I don't see myself as particularly pale, and the low BP means I get to put salt on my french fries.