When it comes to bacon I"m more worried on the the sodium levels.
I have naturally low blood pressure; it's 'normal' on two pots of coffee and a pack of cigarettes a day as a fat girl. I don't worry too much about the sodium.
Unrelated:
That moment you finally break down and get up the courage to ask about something that, if it is what it looks like, you know you're just going to fucking die a little. And that even asking might end a friendship, but you can't sit on it any more because it's fucking killing you. I've totally just had it and I need to remember how to breathe and will be a total fucking wreck until I know it's either OK, or it's time to start the grieving process for good on an important chapter of life.