Oh crumbs, had a hospital appointment with a consultant gastro-enterologist last week. The nice nurse decided to take my BP and test urine for diabetes. The good news - not diabetic. The bad news - BP was 186 over 90. Gulp. But the consultant shrugged and said not to worry too much(??!!) My ever-doom-laden-doctor-sis was shrieking down the phone that evening. I'll die of a stroke at any moment, my kidneys are packing up as we speak, my arteries must be thick with fat, my heart will stop etc etc. So I suppose I'll have to see my GP and get some tablets or something. Sometimes my sis can be a pain, but she means well.