It has been steadily going down. I'm not sure if it's because I quit taking the medication or if because I'm walking every day again. I promised my doctor I would because I really don't want to add blood pressure meds to my handful of daily drugs. Anyway, I bought a home-wrist cuff and I measure my blood pressure every night.
I have to sit still for at least five minutes with my feet planted on the floor before I take it. And when I do finally take it, if it's down too much I don't believe it and take it again. It was way down the first time, so I started it up again and my adopted daughter walked in in her graduation cap and gown.
My blood pressure went up. Well I'm struggling with their impending graduation and them growing up and I did exchange words with her. You're not supposed to talk during the reading, so after she left the room, I decided I needed to relax and try again. There had to be a middle ground which I'd believe and where I wasn't unduly stressed.
As I sat there trying to think calm thoughts, my husband came in and gave me an update on his packing for his Portland trip for today, my oldest flopped on my bed to tell me she was going to re-pot her African violets, my adopted daughter came in to tell me she was helping re-pot the violets and she'd redo mine also, and my youngest came in to see where everyone went.
It was not relaxing because they were all talking to me at once and I was giving instructions and delegations and as much encouragement as I could to resolve or direct their issues.
It took me a half hour to fully relax after that barrage. Even with all that, my blood pressure had gone down from the day before to a more believable reading. However, it took so long to come to that I should've gone with the first one.