I’m tired. I’m always bloody tired. This week we’ve walked miles (or so it seems). We’ve been down country lanes, had a shopping marathon, been on the tourist trail in Liverpool, been to the gym, and just the general day to day business of getting about. So, today I’m shattered. I have no energy. The worst of it is, I know that Steve is frustrated with me because I’m not leaping about, doing chores, rushing to make the place Pinterest worthy for the weekend. The fact is, I simply cannot oblige. He’s hoovering downstairs (huffing and puffing) and I’m hiding up here on the bed, blogging away. I was in bed at 7:30 last night and asleep by 9 p.m. so no sleep deprivation. I had a shit day with palpitations yesterday and really, I’m just glad that my heart is OK today. Dr Abi says she is writing to my GP to see if I can come off the beta blocker. I really hope it will help, but at the same time, I’m scared that a change in medication will aggravate the palpitations. She suggested I could have an ablation (get the offending bit of my heart zapped) but that scares the living daylights out of me. Sorry for the rant, but sometimes it just has to be said, and I feel I can’t keep whingeing to Steve about it.