I’ll believe the rule of the 1/3’s.
I am one of the diagnosed, uncontrolled folks.
I went into my doctor’s office during my third year of law school. I was working three jobs, studying for finals and three bar exams, in the process of reorganizing to relocate on the opposite coast, living on caffiene, fast food and the vending machine in the lobby of the law school, and sleeping MAYBE 3 hours a night. If I was lucky.
My blood pressure was (on repeated measurements) 213/151. That was the average. On a couple of occasions that seemed to panic the hell out of my medical care professionals I dinged out at 230/165. I do not have whitecoat syndrome It was precisely the same at home.
According to my BMI I’m somewhat overweight, but I was in good enough cardiovascular health to pass a fireman’s physical I worked out 5 times a week (cardio regimen mostly). I was hanging somewhere between 15 and 20% body fat. Not bad for a girl.
I had no symptoms whatsoever. Or at least no symptoms that were definitively a result of ugly blood pressure - most of the symptoms I had could have been either the blood pressure or the stress or the lack of sleep or the mad caffiene consumption.
Here’s what makes me diagnosed but uncontrolled. I have some quirky but exceptionally severe drug allergies. They’re not hard to avoid, but a number of fairly common drugs (including aspirin and several of the more common high blood pressure meds) trigger my allergies. The allergies are life-threatening. A couple of well meaning physicians damn near killed me a few times when I was young attempting to medicate me for fairly ordinary childhood illnesses.
The meds I can take make me sick as a dog. And I mean SICK AS A DOG. Unable to live life normally sick. The side effects are damn near as debilitating for me as cancer treatment drugs are for people. Constant nausea, perpetual head pain on the migraine range of discomfort, exhaustion, aches.
Yes, high blood pressure is dangerous. Yes, it might kill me off. But the drugs weren’t any better. Plus they were EXPENSIVE. And at the time, I had no insurance. And I was broke - law students frequently are
So I quit taking the drugs and hoped I didn’t die. Finished school, completed my move. Made a few changes in my lifestyle. Healthier diet (but really, how could I do worse?), maintained the exercise (would have anyway), did what I could to reduce my overall stress level.
The blood pressure dropped some, but it’s still not in the range it would be to be considered “controlled”. I still refuse to take the drugs. And I avoid doctors like the plague. Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.