The good news is that my heart is in great shape. The bad news is that to find that out I spent $160 on a heart monitor that I didn't really need. It's not returnable. The only useful bit is the wrist part that doubles as a digital watch. I've been meaning to get a legible timepiece to put on my bureau. This heart monitor is my new, very expensive digital clock.
My resentment at the heart monitor softened this morning when it did something very thoughtful: it remembered my birthday.
Isn't that cute? It got me a digital cake. Even more thoughtful is that this cake does not contain anything that I'm allergic to. It also contains no calories. It is almost the perfect cake. If it were tasty it would be perfect, but sadly when I licked the watch face it was bland. Oh well, as they say you can't have your cake and eat it too.
I took the day off work for my birthday. Sort of. It might be more accurate to say that I haven't been to work since last week. My Art In the Park adventure turned out to be too much, and even though I knew my temperature was up I defiantly went out for dinner with my parents that night, thus almost fainting into my bibimbap and sealing my fate of more downtime. I am supposed to be a smart person but sometimes I think I'll never learn.
I mentally disciplined myself, and didn't even think of leaving the house for the next two days. I went out for a baby-steps walk close to home this afternoon, for 20 minutes, and have shown admirable restraint by resisting Ken's offer to take me out for a special birthday dinner. I am in that dangerous zone in which I feel well enough to say yes to outings that sound fun and harmless, but am still fragile enough to get knocked back onto my butt. I did drop a hint that I would be very pleased if Ken felt like bringing me home some yummy take-out.
Ken has already more than done his husbandly birthday duty by cleaning the house, AND gifting me with two beautiful pairs of pearl drop earrings: one plain white, and the other pinkish with little diamonds. They are stunning. I am wearing the white ones, with my pyjamas.