One of them in the house, Pete, owns this huge Home Theatre set up and on the coffee table were the laptops belonging to he and Chris I presume. It seems to be a house of study with books next to each laptop. S seems to have claimed the kitchen table for his study spot.
I waited around while S got spruced up which gave me a chance to reduce my heart rate. I was going beep, beep just with the effort of getting out of the car and the greetings which meant that I had hit at least 107 bpm. I try to stay under that, the theory being that it will prevent post-exertion exhaustion (officially called neuroimmune exhaustion) but it was going to be difficult because I deliberately had stopped taking the beta blocker - Metoprolol that day so that I could enjoy my outing beyond Caloundra without feeling like a zombie. Even some round-abouts set off the heart-rate monitor while I was driving.
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Anyway the real birthday was yesterday and it is then that I found out that S was quite keen on repeating the Mum visiting experience and I felt OK first thing that morning so we were planning an outing to the beach - Sunshine Beach because he likes it there. It became pretty obvious as I tried to get ready that I was already paying for doing too much on Sunday so I had to cancel for the sake of not sinking too low and having to claw my way back out a bit at a time. I knew that it would not be until today that I knew the full effect of Sunday's bi-annual outing. Yes I am not particularly well right now and in a lot more pain but I have not sunk too low to get out of with a few restful days. Whether I weather the dentist on Thursday as well I cannot say because I will have to wait until Saturday to know.
I have been on the verge of getting better for a while now. It has been totally spoiled by the fatigue caused by the beta blockers and I have been feeling quite depressed while on them too. I have been upset by the death of Karla's boy Jamie as well. I didn't feel well enough to deal with it for Karla's sake and as usual I was too upset to go to a funeral and be on public display crying. So I could have let Karla down which did not make me like myself much either. I did keep in touch enough to make sure she had family around her. We have since had a picnic lunch. Karla is fine. Jamie's presence is gone and she is going out every day.