“Were you properly relaxed though, before you took the reading!”
Most unlikely if my experiences are anything to go by.
Going to see the sawbones is fraught with stress. I went once with a minor ailment. He quickly diagnosed my problem and issued a prescription for the usual multi-purpose potions along with the normal caveat “If you’re not dead or better in a fortnight come back and I’ll send you to somebody who knows what they’re doing”. He then declared “You haven’t been here for some considerable time”. “No,” said I, “Remarkable as it might seem I only come here if I’m unwell and fortunately I’ve been quite chipper lately”.
“I’d better take your blood pressure then”. I dutifully rolled up my sleeve ready for the machine. The doc took from his drawer a small token (rather like those you can use instead of a pound coin for your supermarket trolley). “Take this outside,” he said “And you’ll find a machine that will take your blood pressure, pulse and measure your height and weight. Write your name and DOB on the slip and give it to the receptionist”. I did as I was told. The machine was not easy to use and I got various messages on a screen to stick this in there and stand up straight. I finally got a piece of paper issued from within its bowels. It said I was 3ft 10ins tall and had a BMI of about 45.
I didn’t bother with the rest of the information and haven’t been back.