It began as a mistake.
It was the annual employee health faire and enrollment event.
One of the features after the event was to get a blood pressure reading.
It was my turn, so I sat in the chair and watched the lady attach the pressure cuff to my arm. Instead of attaching to my left arm; as I have done with Mom a myriad times before, the lady connected the machine to my right arm.
Why did I stay silent?
The resulting reading was significantly elevated.
Her error in arm selection and my hesitation to correct her set in motion a pathway carved from the ticking days of time.
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