Today should be yet another nice sunny day, but maybe it was be a bit cooler. Only 21° C is predicted for today, or 22° C if the BBC is correct. Everything changes tomorrow. The BBC, typically, throws the occasional thunderstorm into their prediction. The Met Office think the first rain will be at midday. Most of the rain may be light rain, although 6pm, and 10pm are shown as heavy rain. The BBC is just showing one thunderbolt for 7pm, but they also show the morning as being bright with sunny spells, and maybe even full sunshine for 10am. Tomorrows temperature could be 20° C (Met Office) or 21° C (BBC).

   I almost said that yesterday was another depressing day, but maybe it had some positive moments. Maybe a lot of it was positive, but only very mildly so. It was maybe mid morning when I began to feel ill. I felt sweaty without having a temperature, and I had a mild headache.

  I felt fairly OK, and looking forward to a good day when I got up. My positive feelings were maybe triggered by my nice and low blood glucose readings. Those readings came about because I ate carefully, and also slightly sparsely. It was odd that after that I had "bottom trouble". My first two visits to the toilet seemed appropriate and normal, but an hour or two later I "pebble dashed" the inside of the toilet bowl. That was very unexpected !

  After what turned out to be my final visit to the toilet yesterday, I felt most odd - sort of tired, and almost shaky. I kept my fingers crossed that that was it for the day, and with hindsight I know it was. I had a shower, and then got dressed ready to head out with my camera. I thought I would go for a simple walk - possibly a one way walk to or from Clock House station.

  As I prepared to go out I started to get the odd rumble from my gut, and a sort of twitchyness in my lower bowel. It felt like another visit to the toilet was brewing. I was also feeling mildly sweaty. At that point I took my temperature, and it was a very normal 36.1° C - evidently no fever, but I still felt ill. I abandoned my potential walk, and got dressed back into a pair of shorts to laze around in.

  I had a lie down, and gradually the rumbles from my stomach seemed to fade away, but were replaced by a feeling of mild hunger. It wasn't long before it was approaching 1pm, and I thought about some lunch. I thought that maybe something inoffensive to my gut might be good, and then ruined that idea by adding some chilli paste to what would otherwise be a very inoffensive chicken flavoured rice of the cook in the sachet for 3 minutes kind of rice.

  One thing about yesterday was how quickly it seemed to pass*. There seemed to be little time when I felt really bored, although "little time" is not the same as "no time", but it didn't seem to be too long before I was watching the first of the three Star Treks starting in the early evening, and finishing in the mid evening, and close to bed time. After the first Star Trek (the original series) I cooked some dinner.

* later edit: I forgot one thing I did that used up maybe a full hour. It was to construct a new spreadsheet page in my spreadsheet of authors, and the books they have written. Yesterday's page featured the author Brian Aldiss. I've recently read several of his books, and while a bit variable, they seemed mostly good. The point of the spreadsheet is a record of what I have read, and as a list to choose more books to be ordered. As a result of it I ordered 4 more of Brian Aldiss' SciFi books (some of his books are not SciFi).

  Dinner was not a healthy meal by my standards. I had sausages made with caramelised onion. I bought them because they were on their sell by date and had a reduced price sticker on them. I wouldn't have bought them if I had checked the nutritional panel first. They were loaded with sugar ! I ate them with freshly cooked frozen garden peas. Peas also have a fair bit of sugar in them. To make matters worse I doused them in Aldi's own brand, alleged, low sugar tomato ketchup. It might be lower compared to their "normal" ketchup, but it still had a lot of sugar in it. All three parts of this meal tipped the balance of my insulin resistance.

  It seems very normal now for me to go to bed around 8.30pm. At this time of the year it has been dark for a few hours by then, and so it does feel a lot like bedtime. I read for a while, but as I recently mentioned, the book I am reading, while interesting, is very heavy going, and half an hours readings seems more than I can stomach. I feel sure it wasn't long after 9pm that I was fast asleep.

  I did seem to sleep well last night. I think I woke up three times for a pee, but on at least one of those occasions I wondered why I bothered because it didn't seem to have any urgency. It sort of suggested my blood glucose was not very high. How wrong I was ! I seemed to have very long dreams last night, although in all probability it was lots of very short dreams one after another.

  I think there is only one series of dreams I remember some parts of. The setting for the dream(s) was a large building that was part college, part cafe, and part Wetherspoons pub ! The first bit I remember is being in the cafeteria with (I think) Jodie. She had made quite a mess of spilled food on the table, and we were trying to clear it up using an ever dimishing supply of paper napkins.

  We managed to get the table almost clean, and left the place. Once outside, in a corridor, I said we still have about 20 minutes of lunch break left, and so how about a swift one in the Wetherspoons ? She said no, and wandered off. I decided I would, and it seemed I went back through the door I had just come out of, and into the pub. It was very crowded in there, and it seems I gave up trying to get a beer, and started finding my way out again. I had to negotiate many wheelchairs, and a few shopping cart things. I then noticed one motorised wheelchair as my own.

  It seemed like I had been given it some time ago in a non working state, and fixed it. It was a very simple thing that you sat upright on, and placed your feet on a bar between the axles of the wheels. It was controlled by two simple knobs that looked like they had been salvaged from an old TV or something. One was the speed control of the motor on that side, and the other for the motor on that side. It is actually possible I had built it myself using an old kitchen chair.

  Once out of the pub I could sit down on it and ride through the corridor. I wanted a toilet, but there were queues outside the single toilet on the floor I was on, and so I headed for the lifts to go down to the next floor where I knew there to be much bigger toilets. One or more lift was out of order, and there was a big queue for the remaining lift. I decided it was easier to use the stairs. As I approached the stair case the batteries in my wheelchair died, and so I had to pick it up and carry it down the stairs.

  For a motorised wheelchair it was extremely light, and carrying it downstairs was very easy. It was at this point the dream sort of jumped, or there was an edit in the film. I was on the ground floor, with no wheelchair, and looking for the right classroom. It felt like it had been month since the last lecture there, and I had forgotten which room I was supposed to be in. To make matters more ridiculous I knew I had made a note of it, and placed it in a briefcase - that I had left in the classroom. After peeking in a couple of empty classrooms it seemed like a good time to wake up !

  Once up it was time to find the truth about my blood glucose level. It was not good - unless I believed my new blood glucose meter. That said 8.7mmol/l - which was OK. The other two meters agreed that I had crossed the red line into the very start of the danger zone. The older meter said 10.3mmol/l, and the oldest said 10.1mmol/l. The odd thing is that my lack of peeing in the night seemed to favour the new meter's reading, but I think the older meters were telling the truth.

  Today could be the last day for a while to go out in warm sunshine for some exercise, but I don't think it is going to happen today, and today I have a better excuse for it. I'm still waiting for the official confirmation, but I am pretty sure I will be getting one of my beer deliveries today. DPD says it arrived at their Southwark depot last night, and it should be out for delivery today. The other beer delivery is proving harder to track. It is alleged to be with APC Overnight, but I have not been given a tracking number for some mysterious reason. Hopefully I will get another email with some news about it soon.