Yesterday was scary: blood pressure was through the roof in startling numbers. Me? The low bp person? Heart rate 133 a few times, but always high. Didn’t LIKE.
Today they let me cut way back on the gatorade the doctor was hoping would counteract the effects of the diarrhea, and back by half on the prednisone. I was going to start taking just one in the morning and skip the evening dose, but I barfed everything two minutes after taking my meds. So. I guess I take the doses in the evenings while we taper it off.
And my bp was high, but not dangerous. My pulse 85. That’s a whole lot better.
Richard went to the bathroom and I heard my barf bowl careen off the side of the shower: it’s a kitchenaid metal mixing bowl. I said to him, So. You went to the bathroom and kicked the bucket?