First, the big news: I passed the cardio treadmill test. I started to write '...with flying colors,' but there's a fly in that particular ointment. There were three stages of three minutes each, with increasing incline and increasing speed. The blood pressure was 173 / 90 before they started (!). After the first segment (there were three) it went down to something like 151 / 76, which I thought was pretty good considering. Then on part 2 it was up to around 167 / 84, and at the end back into the 150s / 72 or 74.
The thing is, I don't like it. With all the associated problems and the age-related escalation and so on, I really don't like the hypertension. But the cardiologist is convinced that I can work on it with fitness and get the numbers down to some extent - there's still time, as I'm not quite that far over the hill yet. More like on the crest. Ha ha.
But he said my heart was fine, and before we started he anticipated - given my background, medical history, current hypertension, all that - I wouldn't do all three levels. When he fed my stats into a formula, it came back with '7 to 7-1/2 minutes = good, 9 minutes excellent.'
If I'd gone to level 4 it would have been light jogging. Even if I'd been willing to try it (and I was panting, but not gasping, and still talking with them intermittently) my knee wouldn't have cooperated, so it was out of the question. But the fact that I might've been able to do some except for the bum knee is (to my mind) very encouraging.
Whew. What a relief.
Then it was home for lunch, an hour's break, then over to the back therapist. This is what aging means to me: rounds of doctor and physio and diagnostic appointments.
Good news on this front as well, tho. She said my back has improved (which it has, tho it would improve more if I was more consistent with the exercises - but we won't tell her that, will we? lol) so my next appointment is scheduled in November, but if I'm not having any problems I can cancel it. Equally, if something develops before then, I can call and bump it up to see her sooner.
I told her about the yard work and thinking I'd really done my back in, but taking it easy yesterday made a difference, because this morning it was fine. I would expect muscles that hadn't been used to be sore and tired after the heavy work we were doing on Wednesday. I was worried I wouldn't recover with a day's rest, but I did, so - yah, the back is better.
Back home again, out in the yard until just about time to fix supper, which worked out well as it started raining, so we had just enough time to chop up some of the brush we'd cut down.
Then supper and an hour with the ancestors, a bit of television, and intense discussion about the house. We're still waffling. We've officially broken off with the realtor who had it listed, and kind of in limbo about signing on a new one. We've interviewed a couple we hadn't talked to before, but today we got a flyer from one of the agents we talked to six months ago (one we didn't go with) and their national agency is doing a big nationwide promotion in six weeks, with open houses (still unusual in the UK), centralized displays in the bigger malls, and expanded advertising. (Wendy, jump in here any time, lol.)
So we're hashing it over. On the one hand it would be good to take some time out, let it rest before putting it out there again, and so on. On the other hand, this seems like a good opportunity, and if we wait too long we'll be into the Christmas holidays. But if we wait a while, the economy might recover a little, and that would be a help. Etc etc etc.
But the day was good, the news was good, and I am beat. Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!