Took my blood pressure yesterday afternoon when I thought I was quieted enough. Got the Bejesus scared out of me: it was 155/122. The diastolic reading freaked me out so I immediately took the Lisinopril, sat down, scared enough to say a second rosary and Divine Mercy chaplet and waited unmoving for about one and a half hours. I took it once more and thank God it was 120/78, which is ideal, and when I awakened this morning, it was 105/65, a little low, but I had just gotten up. My back and legs have felt much, much better without the meds, but I can’t risk another stroke. I’ll see how it goes.