I had a little bit of a scare at breakfast yesterday. We were sitting at the table (about 8 steps from the recliner, so small victories, right?). Suddenly Chris lowered her head to the table and said, “I think I’m about to pass out.” I waited with her like that for a long 2 minutes or so. She did respond to me when I asked if she was still with me. “I just don’t feel good.” I gotta admit … I had my finger on the ol’ 9-1-1 trigger.
Finally she said, “Let’s take my blood pressure.” Great! Something I can do. We hooked her up. First take: 69/37. My finger was back on the trigger. Never seen it that low.
Together, we managed to navigate her back to the recliner. There we retook her blood pressure twice: 90/46, pulse 45 and 91/45, pulse 46. Still pretty low, but on the rise. She didn’t take the pain meds or the muscle relaxer at that point.
After about ten minutes of crashing out in the recliner, we took the BP again. 114/46, pulse 49. Still low, but on the rise. My 9-1-1 trigger finger finally relaxed.
We iced her shoulder, and she began wiggling her fingers. Yay! We have movement! However, with that movement came an ache traveling up that arm. She asked for the pain med right away, though. Back on track there.
Kel stopped by on his way to the church. Brought us some beans and rice for lunch.
Chris had a fun phone call. No. Not the one from the recovery room, although we appreciated them checking in on her. She spent some time chatting with our good friend Diane up in Midlothian (had to get that mention in. She reads the blog!).
I finally started a new puzzle. It’s just a 1000 piecer, but the pieces are large, so it takes up my whole work space. Time to pull out the cool little drawers. Oh. And it’s a Christmassy one. Gingerbread Village. Love that Christmas.
James 1:5 says, Now if any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives to all generously and without criticizing, and it will be given to him.
Father, please keep Chris’ blood pressure where it needs to be. Amen.
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