Yesterday was yet another
day when there was sunny spells
instead of the forecast rain.
There was one difference - some
sunny spells were forecast for the
afternoon, but there were still
more than forecast - or so it
seemed to me. It was still a
rather cold day with a short peak
of just 8° C, and mostly just 5 or
6° C.
Today has started sunny,
and the forecast says sunshine
or sunny spells should last
until sunset. It will even be a
little bit less cold with a peak
of 10° C for maybe just a single
hour, or so the latest revision
to the forecast says. Tomorrow
may feature a few random sunny
spells in the first half of the
day, and the temperature could
be 10° C for most of the
afternoon.
Yesterday was
definitely not a good day,
although a quite a few hours
were semi-good. I finally got
out to do some shopping in
Tesco, and that was good. The
trouble was that my chest
started to ache going there, and
ached more coming home again. It
did seem to be related to the
very cold air, but later on I
had serious doubts about that
diagnosis.
I wore a nice warm coat
to go to Tesco, and it kept me
warm inside it. In fact by the
time I got to Tesco I could feel
it getting damp with sweat in
places, but I was reluctant to
open it for fear of getting
chilly. Maybe that was a bad
idea because, although the coat
is quite a generous fit, I could
still feel some pressure on my
chest. I recall last Wednesday
when I went to the pub with my
coat open, and didn't get much
discomfort either from external
or internal cold.
On the way back from the
pub last Wednesday, I did the
coat up, and I was in a lot of
pain by the time I had walked
home from the station. That was
the case yesterday coming home
from Tesco. I arrived home with
my chest really complaining. I
still thought it was a reaction
to cold air because the ache
didn't seem to reduce when
waiting at the checkout. It did
eventually reduce only when I
got back indoors with coat
off and in the warm.
My shop in Tesco was
generally "sane", and even the
possibly not quite sane purchase
turned out to be semi-sane. I am
talking about the amount of
sugar in some products when
judging them sane or insane. I
spotted and bought two chicken
and mushroom slices with reduced
price stickers on them. I
suspected they may be rather
unhealthy, but I threw caution
to the wind because they seemed
like a tasty thing to have for
lunch.
I was quite surprised
when I checked the basic
"traffic light colours"
nutritional information panel.
As suspected they had too much
salt, fat and had a fair few
calories. What was not expected
was that their sugar content was
shown as in the green at about
(from memory) just 1.2gms of
sugar per slice. After dinner I
didn't really fancy doing much,
and I wasn't even fully free of
pain at first. I spent a couple
of hours laying on my bed
reading.
It was still a couple of
hours before I needed to worry
about dinner, but I went down in
the cold kitchen to wash up some
beer glasses and other stuff. I
then prepared what may, or may
not be tonight's dinner. If I am
in the position to eat it* it
was will diced pork, cooked in
the slow cooker all evening, and
all night, with some Chinese
five spice powder. It will have
beansprouts and pak choi added
in the last stages of cooking,
plus possibly more five spice
powder.
* More about this a bit later.
My dinner, last night,
was to to be bits of ready
cooked roast chicken, grilled to
heat it up, and dry it out a
bit, plus crisp up the skin a
bit more, with a side serving of
garden peas. Peas were the
greenest thing I thought I could
add to my dinner. Unfortunately
peas can have a high-ish sugar
content, although fresh frozen
ones may not be too bad because
unlike tinned peas they can't
add extra sugar.
I watched a few
interesting things on TV last
night. One thing was an episode
of The Avengers that was being
shown on the London Live
channel. That is one of two
channels I can't see any picture
when I tune to them on my PC.
The silly thing is that the
picture is there, but can't be
displayed for some weird reason.
What I can, and did do was to
record it. The recorded video
stream will play on one of my
video players, and it can also
be seen by the video editor I
use. I recorded it, and the used
the video editor to top and tail
it, and to snip out all the ad
breaks before saving it in a
format any video player can
play.
After saving the clean
version I didn't watch it -
partly because that episode had
been shown recently on the Great
TV ! channel, but mostly because
I was distracted by other stuff.
In particular I found that a
quick look at "Muddy Waters And
The Rolling Stones" being shown
on Sky Arts was a lot more
interesting than expected. I am
not a rabid blues fan, but I
like a lot of blues stuff, and I
was quite taken with Muddy
Waters and the musicians who
supported him - including two
Rolling Stones Guitarists, and
Mick Jagger on vocals.
Now I think of it,
the first distraction was
watching quite a lot, almost
all, of The Who recorded live in
Kilburn in 1977. As much as I
enjoyed the music, I also found
myself watching the production
values. I suspect it was filmed
on film like a movie because in
1977 TV cameras needed a lot of
light, and produced various
artifacts. Using cinefilm
probably made it sharper and
maybe more colourful, and that
was aided by good lighting. The
back of the stage was
illuminated but PAR (polished
aluminium reflector) with
tungsten lights. They gave a
much warmer and smoother colour
than modern LED lighting. They
were used only to provide
"mood". All performers were in
white spotlights for very
faithful colour reproduction. To
my mind, mainly as a
photographer, modern lighting
rigs just tend to splash bright
colours everywhere, and
sometimes, maybe most times,
there is little artistry about
it.
I could feel some aches
in my chest while watching TV,
and towards the end I made them
slightly worse like I did the
previous night by massaging in
some Comfrey cream. After I
turned the TV off I went out to
the cold-ish bathroom to brush
my teeth. With that done I came
back to my bedroom, and got into
bed to do some reading. It
seemed just the effort of
brushing my teeth, and walking
back to my bedroom, had got my
chest aching a lot more.
After I finished reading,
turned out the light, and turned
over to try for sleep I found my
chest ache had got quite bad. It
was fairly obvious that this was
more than just the old operation
scar tissue reacting badly to
cold, but possible heart attack
material. The pain never
increased to the point that it
seemed like it would pass the
annoying level to something more
dangerous, but it was still
quite bad enough to make sleep
seem impossible.
Any idea of getting to
sleep at a reasonable time,
maybe something like 10pm, was
blown out of the water. It was
approaching 1am when I got up to
go for a pee. After that I went
back to bed, but I suddenly
seemed to be farting a lot. I
went back to the toilet and
after a while I produced quite a
substantial "stool". I went back
to bed feeling a lot better. For
a while it seemed my chest pains
had retreated a bit, although
the connection between the two
seemed very odd.
As 1.30am approached my
chest was still giving me a lot
of discomfort, and I decided to
get up for a while, and check my
blood pressure. It was bad, but
not truly terrible, and I have
seen a lot higher in my time. It
was 156/68. At 1.53am it was
very slightly worse at 157.71.
At 1,40am it was the same. At
1.49 it had risen to 160/69.At
1.56am it was 161/72. I then
tried my hardest to relax, and
at 2.02am I managed to get it
down to 145/52. The next reading
was slightly higher, and then at
2.14am it was back down again to
a "mildly hypertensive" 145/69.
That seemed low enough to have
another go at getting to sleep.
Between then and about
8.30am I seemed to get very
little sleep, but I knew I got
some sleep because I remember
waking up from dreams. All the
dreams seemed to be very
fragmented, and there was
nothing I seem to remember
except for one that I felt I
should remember, but I still
can't seem to drag up any
details from the murky depths of
my memory. At 8.30am I felt odd,
but not really in any bad pain.
In fact there was very little of
what you might call pain. My
blood pressure was really high
when I first got out of bed. It
was an eye popping 182/74 (but
many years ago I could get
systolic readings of over 200 in
the doctors surgery.
The good news this
morning concerns my blood
glucose readings. They could be
better but: Contour meter 8.3,
GlucoRX meter 7.7, and Sinocare
meter 8.8mmol/l is not too
bad.The GlucoRX meter reading of
7.7mmol/l would be very good if
the other two backed it up. The
Sinocare reading was a second
attempt, using fresh blood from
a different finer, because the
first reading was very high. I
remain convinced that these
blood glucose meters are, as my
nurses and doctors tell me, only
a rough guide, but that using
three meters can, on a good day,
give a figure that closely
approached the truth.
After taking my blood
glucose readings, and dishing
out my morning and afternoon
pills, I went down into the cold
kitchen to prepare some
breakfast. I fully expected the
cold to trigger off all sorts of
pains, but after preparing a
single bowl if instant noodles,
and taking them back up to my
bedroom, I felt no worse at all,
and maybe in some way possibly
better - perhaps it was the
relief of not feeling worse than
made it seem like it might be
better.
After eating my
breakfast, and taking my pills,
I gave it another 15 minutes and
checked my blood pressure again.
At 9.23am it was 153/60 - still
rather high. At 9.47am it was a
ore reasonable 140/57, although
just now, at 10.25am, it had
risen a bit to 148/59. I am
forced to concede that things
are not right ! When I have
washed my hair, and had shower,
I will allow a good half hour to
relax, and check my blood
pressure again. If, as I expect,
it is still very high, I will
check my "emergency kit", which
is packed for most things that
would be useful for a hospital
stay, and add anything else I
can usefully squeeze in the ruck
sack, and then sit back calmly,
and once calm (hopefully) do one
more blood pressure check.
If it is still
high, which seems inevitable, I
had better take a walk to
Lewisham Hospital A&E, and
book myself in. The last time I
did this was in 2019, just under
5 years ago, so I am not exactly
making a habit of it. On that
occasion I was prodded and
poked, and my repaired plumbing
of my 2013 quad heart bypass
operation was checked and found
to be still perfect. They never
did find any real problems, and
after a week everything, except
my blood glucose level, which
was very high while in hospital,
had returned to
normal/acceptable. The only
outcome was a small change in
medication.
A couple of years later I
was doing all my very long Covid
Lockdown walks. I recorded a
total of 244 miles of walking in
2020, and some months I was out
on many consecutive days with
typical walks being at least 3
miles, and many 5 or more miles.
I doubt I have ever been so
healthy in my life - and that in
the middle of a pandemic ! After
that I slackened off a lot, and
last year I only recorded a
total of 15 miles of walking
exercise. Possible reasons were
I don't remember last year
having a glorious summer, and
maybe I was starting to get some
twinges while walking -
particularly a sort of
wheeziness, although both only
started to become an annoyance
later in the autumn when it
started to get cold and wet.
I reckon by about midday
I will have decided if I am
going to hospital. If I do I
think I can expect at least a
weeks stay, and I won't be
writing any more until I am out
again, but I will try and get
plenty of pictures to show once
I start writing again !
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