The following may be TMI. But if Margaret and Helen can cuss and say what's on their minds, I believe I will, too.
While Darling Husband was with the MD, I took myself and my camera around the block to get my walk in. There are HILLS in New England. Steep down and steep back up. I debated whether to walk that far as a new medication the MD wants me to "try" is making my inner workings jittery to say the least. I got my heart rate up high enough that I didn't count the beats. And although it was in the mid 70's, I had definitely worked up a "glow." Unfortunately, I also jogged those already temperamental innards, too. A lot. I thought I'd be okay after powdering my nose, so we headed to Portsmouth where DH picked up some Torx tools to use on my dead hard drive. Regrettably my insides were still revolting, so we came home and I took a three hour nap.
Hope that doesn't happen TWICE a day which is how often I'm supposed to take those benign looking little pills.