This weekend I was supposed to attend a women’s retreat in the mountains of Idaho, but I didn’t go. I’m disappointed but trust God had His reasons for keeping me at home. One of them being that the person who was supposed to stay with my elderly mother tonight has fallen ill (sick enough to have to go to the ER twice) and so couldn’t be here with Mom. Her illness happened after I’d decided to cancel my plans, but God saw to it that I wasn’t 100 miles away when that happened.
The reason I had to cancel my plans was because I had an adverse reaction to a new medication I was on. The first week of taking the medication went without mishap, but at the start of week two I was to double the dosage. After two days of that, my blood pressure shot way up and stayed up, and my resting heart rate was almost in my exercise target zone (more about that in a minute). I was flushed, had a killer headache, and felt generally not good. So on Thursday the doctor had me stop the medication, saying it would take two to three days to get it entirely out of my system. Yesterday was better but not great. Today my blood pressure has normalized and my pulse is down, although still higher than it should be when I’m doing nothing but sitting.
Speaking of my pulse … I discovered that I’ve been exercising below my target heart rate. I was going by what I remembered that general chart on the wall of the gym that I last saw three years ago said (the one that takes age into consideration but not resting heart rate). So this too-fast heart rate of mine got me thinking that I should find out what my actual target heart rate should be. Oops! I’ve been shooting too low on my cardio. I was going for between 120 and 130. I should be shooting for between 129 and 147. So tonight when I get on my recumbent bike for 30 minutes, I’m going to amp it up a bit. More exercise at the right pace should actually bring down my resting heart rate which would be a good thing. I’m well above normal at the best of times, which means my ticker is wearing itself out faster than most folks.
We live in a wonderful day and age, as far as advancements in medical care goes. But sometimes these modern miracle drugs are hard on the old body, making the cure worse than the original complaint. I’m going to look for another answer to what ailed me.
I’m going deep into revision mode for the next couple of weeks. I’ll try to surface every now and then.