Sugar Bear’s High Blood Pressure Nearly Ruined a Very Boo Boo Christmas Gathering

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Sugar Bear, the patriarch of Clan Boo Boo, almost ruined Christmas forever for some unlucky children by having a bit of a health scare during the family's Christmas toy drive outside the ancestral home in Georgia. You see, Sugar Bear usually plays the role of Santa Claus at these charity events, which entails him handing out toys and letting wary children sit on his lap and whisper their wildest consumerist dreams in his ear. This year, however, Sugar Bear was complaining that he didn't feel well, so paramedics were called to the Boo Boo home to check him out, and no one was allowed to sit on his lap for fear that his blood pressure was too high, and that he was one particularly greedy child away from having a stroke and forcing scores of children to watch the EMTs carry Santa's prone, motionless body away on a gurney. Ho, ho, ho. [E!]

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Urban Achiever

I haven't seen the Honey Boo Boo show, only read about it in US media (I don't live in the US), but I am kind of shocked every time they mention some health issue (the mother's ruined foot, the father's HBP) without a comment regarding what appears to be a lack of regular health care for these people. Undoubtedly, calling in the paramedics for a HBP situation makes for better TV, but it teaches people that this is some kind of acceptable way to deal with chronic health issues as if they are mysterious smitings by some random god.

HBP is totally treatable, as an adult you should be tested for it at an annual wellness check-up (which I am assuming is a rare concept in itself), and the meds for are time-tested and very effective. And much, much less expensive than the medical costs of having a stroke, including the costs of a funeral and how ever many years of lost income (if you like the think it all the way through to the ultimate downer ending).

But no, I never hear this mentioned anywhere. There's always this sort of awe akin to someone having dodged Death's arrow when a silent and chronic illness is magically discovered before it's too late.

And don't get me started on that mother's fly-blown foot. Just don't.