So, the highlight of my hospital stay was obviously the successful procedure, but a close second had to be a realization around the only fear I felt: At 3:30am or so on the second night, my BP dropped to 74/48, the room was immediately filled with staff and over time we got me back in balance. History proves once again; at least my blood pressure, rises dramatically whenever I am surrounded by beautiful nurses. (((
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 04:30:03 +0000