I gasped in horror, and she comforted me by saying, "Let's check your blood pressure first."
She pumped the cuff. "Hmm," she said. "I'm sorry but there is a problem."
I asked what was wrong.
"You see this number?" she asked as she pointed to the sphygmomanometer*.
Yes, but what is wrong?
"It means you need a snack. It's kind of serious."
*I looked that up.