Slave boy wanted

I went to see Dr D today to check on my blood pressure. It has gone up again, meaning I had to listen to all the additional complications this could cause me (because I am not scared of labour sufficiently as it is), and have been put on drugs to try to lower it.

It also means that I am under strict instructions to take life a lot easier, so no more racing or the gym for me, and spending lots of time on the sofa doing as little as possible.

So, I am wondering whether now is the time to advertise for the aforementioned nubile slave boy to tend to my every whim...