(added later) Hmmm, you may need a cup of tea before reading this. Or you could just pretend that your computer went funny and deleted all but 4 lines…
The beta blocker comment is interesting as they were one of the next things I had asked to try (I am now on doctor number 4 + cardiologist. 1st wasn’t great, 2nd & 3rd left. Number 4 seems the best yet – actually asked me how I was feeling about the fact they hadn’t diagnosed WHY my BP had suddenly gone from being fab to crap and actually believes that it makes me feel bad rather than the usual ‘nope, sorry, you can’t be symptomatic from high BP, that’s SO unusual’ and has also ordered a renal scan to tick that one off the list. I started with her a few weeks ago and went in with a firm action plan of what I wanted to do and the next drugs to try. Paid off, she’s happy to do what I want as long as it doesn’t contradict the cardiologist – who is also happy to do what I want now after his first drug didn’t work and I refused to let him up the dose a 4th time. I am also convinced that it was the Cardura – which is mainly used for prostate problems – has given me TINITUS for gods sake and it wont go away :x )
Propranolol is one of an older type of beta blocker that is classed as non selective (blocks 2 kinds of receptors) and the newer ones that are selective and only block 1 (although doesn’t always work) can give fewer side effects. I am concerned about the tiredness as that seems to be a pervasive theme with me, linked into restless sleep (hence I am not working, yet was awake at 6.15, urgh) and also that my resting heart rate is usually 50 -60 and if they take it 50 then you can have problems. My osteopath has had exactly the same kind of problems as me and for him they work a treat, and he runs a lot. However, as he says to me, medication is just like a key – you need to get the right one for you to open the box, and we all need a different key.
I am reconsidering trying the BB first now though – I want to do MORE exercise, not struggle with it. Every med I have tried has walloped my energy levels and if I overdo it then I feel really ill. E.g. we were in the lake district at the weekend and we went on a ride (I say ‘ride’, but for me it was more of a ‘ride/bottle it and push/fall off/ride) that was just too hard and too long and I was in bits towards the end and later. My other half has forgiven me for wishing evils on him and imagining dropping large rocks on his head. Then I suppose overdoing it when I have bad withdrawals might not be the best :oops:
I’d love to start jogging again, assuming my dodgy back can handle it (ooo, I am SO broken, believe me). Even though it is what I call ‘wogging’, which is not something very racist, but a cross between ‘jogging’ and ‘walking’ and old people with zimmers overtake me, I might give it a little longer before I give that a go.
I have been lucky enough to have a VERY understanding boss over the last couple of years. I had a stinker of a funny turn during a meeting in London. Which was non stressful and a laugh as meetings go, which makes it very odd that it happened. Apparently I went deathly pale, started shaking and when I opened my mouth, a squeak came out. I had felt it coming on and tried to just ignore it. Mortifying, they had to abandon the meeting for a bit whilst people sorted me out. I was there for hours, every time I stood up and thought about getting on the train it started again, my other half drove to London from the midlands to get me. I then had another one the following week in the Isle of White of all places. Decided that it was really not a good idea to be travelling around so was allowed to work from home. Yay, pyjama days every day.
Our whole dept was made redundant in Feb, which was a result for me as I didn’t want to go back to driving all over the place anyway. So, I’ve taken some time out with the redundancy money and aim to get a correspondence course done 0
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