Roomie ordered me a pulse ox meter and it arrived last night. I did a quick reading while sitting and watching TV- 96. Not bad! Then I stood up after moving the cat, walked 40 feet, turned around and walked another 40, sat down and retested. 82. Shit. It took only a few minutes to get back up to 95, but those few minutes sure did suck. My pulse never changed, but I realized I had it on the hand with the fucked up artery. I’ll have to use my other hand for future testing.
I will document this stuff before my next cardiologist and pulmonologist appointments.