They tried to get me to walk today. but at 78/35 bp when I stood up… A little later we got it to 83/39 and I did actually make it across the room and back.
That phlebotomist hasn’t come back in here. They did hear me on that one.
I wanted to knit today, always a good sign. One problem: the resident who put in my IV (always have a nurse do the needles…) put it in the crook of my arm. Every time I bend my arm I set off the alarm, but hey, I can hear it now.
Somehow my bag of scarves didn’t make it in here as far as Michelle could tell. I haven’t made it to that side of the room yet to see for myself, but she looked pretty carefully.