It wasn’t anticipated upon arising this morning – midweek nearing the month of May – that I would end up amusing myself with a blood pressure monitor. It’s official name is BIOS Diagnostics™ Blood Pressure Monitor – Insight (BD252). I am guessing that the device is not unfamiliar to my new family physician Dr. Kayode Bamigbola. It is he who yesterday, during our very pleasant preliminary meeting, recommended recording my blood pressure at home for a week; and following receipt of the data, he undertook to review and reply.

I bought the device this morning.

When reading the Instruction Manual for the device, it was apparent to me that the similarity of language and information in the brochure to what I had heard said by Dr. Bamigbola was no accident.  I accredited the unwitting uniformity to youth – that is, the youthful vigour of Dr. Bamigbola. This accident of nature, aligned with the perils of change, was sufficient to encapsulate the modern vernacular of electronic devices and the Bluetooth appendices called APPS (in this case MediLink).

I mention these trifling preliminary details because they capture the obvious fact that technology plays an important role in our evolving medical system. It pleases me that my professional advisor is attuned to the modern conveniences.

It further pleases me that the corporate owner (BIOS Medical) is 100% Canadian owned and operated. Additionally their offices are in Newmarket, Ontario which is a breath away from St. Andrew’s College (where I went to prep school) in Aurora, Ontario. In the result, I have developed a fond liking of my blood pressure monitor. Although my initial attempts at using the technology failed miserably, it wasn’t long before I reassembled and synthesized all the information I had read into simple points. Already I am full of anticipation of the privilege to email the data (transferred from the device to my MediLink APP)  to Dr. Bamigbola.

Another significance of the device is – shamefully – that it accommodates my need for diversion. Perhaps I needn’t remind you, dear Reader, but the limits of diversion are correspondingly in reverse to the age of the candidate. Accordingly at my advanced age, I require nothing especially exceptional by way of diversion. This is not to diminish the quality of the diversion; but certainly the variety is irrelevant.