I sat down, stuck my arm through the sleeve and then paused a moment to relax, as it suggested, before pressing the Start button. I took the piece of printed paper with the result on back out to the car and showed Husband. 'What?!!' he exclaimed.
'What's the matter? Am I dead?'
'That can't be right,' he said. 'It must be a misprint.'
I was just getting worried when I realised that he didn't actually know what it was meant to be.
Still 85 over 38 was less than 100, which was the magic number I had in my head from the nurse so I called in to check it again this morning.
I did three readings on different arms - two different arms - and they were all different. But they were all above 100 so that was okay. Unfortunately it pulled the feet away from under my theory that I needed more food and in particular more chocolate.
I must have taken the instruction to pause a moment and relax way too seriously yesterday.