I was asked about my blood pressure: on Tuesday, my pressure was a whopping 92/70. I’m pretty sure that it’s the lowest that I’ve been, at least when it’s been checked. The pharmacist (who, it turned out, graduated from her pharmacy school with one of my good friends, which was a nice connection) was hesitant to let me just leave without rechecking and rechecking again. Luckily, I was only driving home around the corner, literally.
I’m going back tomorrow to have my pressure checked again at noon. Yesterday afternoon was my 1st “cut in half” dose of the blood pressure medicine (my new doc called me back in record time, horray!), and I’m hoping that after I take it again today, things will even out. That means I’m at a 4mg dose!? My doc had wanted me at 16mg on Friday (after a week of 8mg), but we clearly are not doing that. My body is just so sensitive to medication and changes with medication, and my mom always gets so upset when I have problems with that because she blames herself since she also has medication sensitivities. It’s always nice when your mother gets upset about things that she can’t control and then you have to reassure her, when you are the one needing the reassuring. But I <3 her anyways.
I had a bad evening last night, feeling quite low… D and I are having our living room/kitchen done as I mentioned, so we had some last-minute things to move out of the way. Even just putting small things into bags and bringing them into the office or bedroom wiped me out, I couldn’t believe it. My head was bothering me more yesterday as well, but it didn’t feel too much like my typical NDPH pain, so it was probably associated with the low blood pressure. I woke up feeling decent, luckily. I’m just taking it easy and not going anywhere. I just have to go out for a short while tomorrow afternoon - for my blood pressure check with my pals at Walgreens (not a plug per se, but the one I have been going to has been super nice to me), and to go to one of those “buy in bulk” stores for something I need for the bridal shower I’m co-throwing. Once the shower is over, I’ll post a picture of what I made, in case I have eyes of anyone reading this that is involved in the wedding
P.S. 3 nice Spanish guys are reflooring the living room and kitchen. Only one is really speaking English. I haven’t used Spanish since ‘01. Oops. As long as the kitchen isn’t carpeted, I think we’re golden.
the residue in the sink, post-flood. Mmm.
after carpet was taken off. dirt? what?