The weekend passes. Met with the owner of the restaurant, who offered me hours just "standing around" whenever I want, "Supervisory", and meals - again, whenever I want. I don't think I score that high on the Charisma, but I have to say they've been pretty kind.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday I'm bushed. Sleeping far more than I should; generally exhausted, in part probably due to my rapidly dropping heart rate - from 71 after the Cardio-Version to 51 yesterday.
My general "oomph", while lately not high, is now out the window. The heat, of course, doesn't help.
And I've found myself with an inexplicable sweet tooth. Every day, looking for candy or chocolate or ice cream, these are things that I'd crave normally maybe once a month, now it's daily.
Sunday I make Lasagne, time to use up some stale noodles in my cupboard. The Lasagne turns out good, substantially better than the Cannelloni, only now it's my meal for the rest of the week...
And chess, playing on LiChess to discover that my game has gotten significantly better. Who woulda guessed sobriety could have that side effect? Although I'd really rather be drunk and a lousy chess player...
Tuesday (yesterday) - a scheduled visit to the nurse. She notes my heart rate is too low, take me off a couple of medications, reduce another. The shame of this is that I've already paid for the prescriptions, and while I wasn't in a position to argue (I'm not a doctor, after all) I kind of suspected I was over-prescribed. The next meeting will be towards month end, and then in another three we'll do some more tests to evaluate function.
After the hospital, walk down to Baker and take a bus out to Balfour. The lake is dropping and I'm hopeful as to treasures.
I'm not wrong, a few flakes and these two:
This, a pretty simple basalt arrowhead, and another (broken, not sure if it was an arrowhead but shows lots of work)
Not a bad day, and the lake has meters yet to drop and large swaths of the beach were ignored so as not to piss off the Canada geese and the ducks. It's good to save a bit of the hunt, I'm sure I'll be bored again and making another trip.
After which, stop by the restaurant, visit, they're having problems getting decent staff. Or getting staff to commit to schedules. Typical Kootenays. So I work a couple of hours, keep it stress-free, take a few tables, I have to keep somewhat busy and they've been pretty kind, so this - well, it's the least I can do. A quiet night and the old ticker, it's not racing and probably I'm fine to work, but - well, doctor's orders...