Pressure.

Pressure 1
My doctor (now retired) once took my blood pressure by putting
the sleeve thing on my arm, pumping it up, then standing in front
of me and putting my hand between the top of his legs.
I wasn't exactly shocked, but I didn't do anything either, maybe it's the
male authority thing, god knows, but it wasn't till later when I thought WHHAATTT!!!!

Pressure 2
And by fuck, it's going to be a tough few weeks at work.
No weekends, no breathing.

Pressure 3
Talking about no breathing, this new bra is pushing everything
so far up and out my lungs are technically in a different postcode.