I had
the last bit of my Thai takeaway
for dinner last night. it was a
bigger portion than I realised. I
thought I might have something
else with it, but it seemed quite
big enough as it was. I just
remembered I can copy from the
email receipt, and actually name
the dish I had - Pad Thai for Life
Chicken. The "for life" bit is
because the restaurant donates 10p
to a charity for every Pad Thai
dish they sell. It was very nice,
but also not nice. The not nice
was the after effect of it being
sprinkled with a generous amount
of caramelised onion, and that it
seemed to make a rather large
contribution to my blood glucose
this morning. I don't know if the
sugar was from the caramelised
onion or not, but I know I could
taste that onion long after I ate
it.
Last night I made a
fascinating discovery. At least I
think that is one way of
describing it. I woke up after
maybe 2 hours of sleep, and I woke
up from a series of dreams. Those
dreams were heavily influenced by
the book I had been read (Ben
Bova's "Life On Mars"). Like most
stories there were heroes and
villains, as well as many other
characters. Some of my dreams were
like re-enactments of stuff I had
read, and some seemed to contain
new threads to the story. What
seemed odd is the sense of
detachment I had in the dreams. It
was as if I wasn't there.
When I thought about I came
to the conclusion that I wasn't in
the dream. That I wasn't one of
the heroes or villains, or one of
the lesser characters. I think I
was dreaming I was the author, and
that what I was seeing in the
dreams was my imagination of the
words on the printed page. On
reflection I probably do this a
lot. I have thought many times in
the past that some dreams are like
passively watching TV, and yet it
seems my imagination is powerful,
and flexible enough to create
these "stories". That rather
goes against the idea that dreams
are often said to be the brain
reliving the events of the day as
it moves the important bits to
long term memory, and discards the
rest. Oh well, it's all
entertainment.
I guess I ended up sleeping
quite well until the usual
quandaries of when seems like a
good time to get up. For instance
I was wide awake just after 5am
taking pictures of this moth on my
shower curtain...
It was a very tenacious
moth. It was also quite small. The
vertical pale blue band is half an
inch wide. It did move a few
inches now and then, but it was
still resting on inside of the
shower curtain when I washed my
hair and had a shower. I didn't
actually see it, but I think it
only flew off, probably out the
open window, when I used some
deodorant spray.
I did go back to bed after
taking the photo above, and I did
get back to sleep for an hour, or
hour and a half. Once I got up
properly I scrubbed my hands, to
avoid contamination, and checked
my blood glucose. It was very
high, and into the danger zone,
10.3mmol/l. It shouldn't actually
be dangerous provided I can get it
below 10, and ideally below 9 by
tomorrow morning. Below 9 may be
asking a bit too much today.
This afternoon should be a
Sunday boozing session, and
controlling my blood glucose is
not easy after a few pints ! I
probably ought to be careful about
what I drink rather than how much.
Even then it is difficult when
trying beers for the first time -
some can be sweet, and others
bitter.
As well as boozing, I have
three other things I hope to do
today. One is simple - check the
memory card in the trail camera
that has been watching my bird
table, and feeders, since
yesterday morning. One I am
committed to doing. I have left a
small load of laundry soaking. The
big unknown is whether I will be
hanging it outside to dry, or on a
clothes horse indoors. I am hoping
that I might be able to get it at
least half dry outside if I time
it well. The final thing is that I
still want to go to Poundland, but
I don't even know if they still
open on Sundays. One other problem
with going out is that my guts are
stating to gurgle quite loudly
now. I am expecting some sort of
disruption in the space-time
continuum soon !