Thursday, 19 July 2007

Arrrrr gym lad

I am sitting at my desk in a rosy glow of self-satisfaction this lunchtime. Not because of anything remotely work-connected, that's all still shite. Gah. So shite I can't bear to think about it at the moment, to be honest.

This sickening warm feeling is because I went to the gym after work last night, and am planning to go again this evening. I didn't do a huge amount, only half an hour on a couple of machines, but it is a start. And I feel much more cheerful today than I have for a while, which may be a coincidence, but is more likely due to me releasing my inner dolphins through exercise.

The reason for my sudden re-energisation is not because I have a holiday looming and want to be a gorgeous bikini-clad beach babe.

No, no, no.

It's because I frightened the shit out of myself the other week by taking my blood pressure on a mate's do-it-yourself-at-home-with-no-medical-supervision blood pressure test kit. Mine was dangerously high, as was his, but I am not prepared to assume that the machine was faulty.


Action to take? Get down the gym and try to bring it down a bit before my head explodes and I start spurting blood out of my ears like a fire hydrant. I assume that's what happens when you have high blood pressure? Or maybe I'll have a fit of apoplexy and collapse all purple-faced like a Dickensian villain.

I am also trying to be less stressed about work. I am doing a good job, and I am doing it to the best of my ability, so I think I will try to be less hard on myself and relax a bit more about things.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, much better.

I'm working at home tomorrow so don't have the hellish It's Friday So Let's All Drive To The West Country For The Weekend traffic to contend with, which is a huge plus.

Mr WithaY has a fun-packed weekend planned involving both shooting AND fishing. Not at the same time, mind. Unless he's bought a spear gun I don;t know about....hmmm....better check that.

He is the man who, when we were on our way to a re-enactor's market for me to buy linen and buttons stated "Oh yes, and I need a crossbow." He cunningly waited until we were two hours from home, therefore too far away to turn round and abort the mission before making his announcement. We arrived, I bought some linen, some pewter buttons, and some thread, he bought an oak and steel Sixteenth Century pattern crossbow. With bolts. Thank goodness, as the lack of one in the house was getting seriously embarrassing.


I may go into Bath and mooch round the shops. Or I may try to tackle the ridiculous jungle that has developed at the side of the house. Or I may do some stained glass as I have a couple of commissions for friends that I think I have enough glass to do.

Or, most likely, I will drag my unwilling self into the supermarket, buy enough food for the weekend, get the papers and then sit and read, listen to music and get all the domestic stuff done in a nice relaxed way.

So many options.

If we're lucky we might get a call from a neighbour inviting us out, as the weather forecast is looking encouragingly positive. I love having parties but it isn't practical if Mr WithaY is out on Saturday AND Sunday, so maybe we'll have another one later in the summer.

Summer. Ha.


Peter said...

Ha! That's exactly what happens when you have high blood pressure... Hypochondria is cool. Everyone needs a hobby after all!

livesbythewoods said...

Peter. I'm glad you were able to confirm my medical opinion, thanks.

I quite like the idea of becoming a woman of a certain age who enjoys poor health, in that Aunt Ada Doom way where you eat like a king, boss everyone around and get pandered to outrageously.

Hm. A bit like my life now, really...

badgerdaddy said...

'Inner dolphins' made me laugh out loud. Brilliant.

livesbythewoods said...

badgerdaddy, sadly it's not mine, I stole it from my guitar teacher. But I thought it was too good to leave behind.