I went out to water the polytunnel this afternoon. Seemed like a reasonable plan given that it really isn’t that warm at all and the water should have plenty of time to sink into the soil.
To give it a really good dousing, I ended up using seventeen watering cans full over all the beds (and did a bit of weeding at the same time), by which time I was shaking uncontrollably. That’s a problem I’ve had for many years that I’ve always associated with needing to eat. Certainly the issue goes away shortly after I do eat. This time however, I’d only eaten an hour previously. I therefore have to put it down to the effects of the blood pressure meds.
This really is starting to get me down now. I just want to stop taking them and I’ll accept the risk of a heart attack. I can’t spend the rest of my life taking the meds (which I can’t be sure are even working adequately well) and being unable to do most of the things I want or need to do. I’d rather be able to do those things and drop dead face-first into the compost heap one day.