The forecast for today seems to be falling apart. It is definitely dull now, and both forecasters agree on this, but the BBC still reckon we will burst into full sunshine any minute now. The Met Office have now added an hour of light cloud at 10am, but still think there will be sunny spells from 11am. Although some hours will stay as sunny spells, many more should/could feature full sunshine. Maybe it was the long lack of sunshine this morning, but the latest revision to the Met Office forecast aonly shows a high of 21° C. The BBC are still holding out for most of the afternoon being 23° C. Tomorrow might feature a lot of sunny spells, and a splash or light rain (BBC) or not feature many sunny spells, and a couple of hours of possible thunderstorms late in the afternoon. Both forecasters predict 24° C.
 
   Yesterday I was still feeling not so good after my very bad stomach upset the previous night, and I was a bit bothered about my weight and blood glucose readings, although, on reflection, my blood glucose readings yesterday morning were not that bad. Nevertheless I felt I had to be very careful about what I ate yesterday.

  I started yesterday with a double helping of small packets of instant noodles, and to possibly help pacify my poor old guts, I refrained from the usual rain of hot pepper sauce over the noodles. One thing that partly set the agenda for yesterday morning, was waiting first for notification about when my beer delivery might arrive, and then secondly waiting for it to actually arrive.

  I was reluctant to do anything that might take my attention away from my email or doorbell. Fortunately it was just after 9am when I got an advice email to say the beer delivery would be between midday and 2pm. By the time I had finished writing it was getting very near midday, and I basically did nothing except quietly read my book until midday. It was very tempting to close my eyes, and start to snooze, and on one occasion I found I had closed my eyes, and had to shake myself awake.

  It was actually 12:25 when my delivery happened, and so it was lucky I hadn't fallen asleep thinking I might have until 1pm, or later before it would happen. It was quite a small box with, I think, just six cans, and one small bottle. I found room for all of them in the beer fridges. Once they were safely away I got out my friendly box cutter, and slashed up the box they came in, plus another small box that Jodie had brought to beers over in a week or so ago. I put all the pieces of box in the recycling bin.

  With all that done I could get on with some other important stuff. At that time I still thought that I might still possibly go out in the sunshine, but I had not decided where I might go. In case I did go I had a shower, and once out of the bath I put in my two big builders buckets, and started soaking the bath towel I had used to dry myself, plus a single pair of underpants, in to soak in bio detergent.

  Since the weather has warmed up a lot my shower water is getting a bit too hot. It is still not hot enough to be uncomfortable, but it is getting that way. I need to throttle the gas to the heater a bit more soon. The main thing is that I felt rather warm after that shower, and it made me feel sleepy. I laid on my bed to cool off, read a few more pages from my current book, and ultimately to have a snooze.

  It got to about 2pm, and I was feeling very peckish. I should have fought the feeling, but I gave in, and used some plain tortilla chips to scoop up cream cheese. It should have been moderately unhealthy because of all the emulsified fat that makes the cream cheese. The sugar content of both should have been low, but I have my doubts. Closer to dinner time I checked my blood glucose, just a single test using the sometimes weird reading, Sinocare meter, and it gave a reading well into the danger zone.

  That was not good considering what I had intended to have for dinner. I didn't quite ignore it, but I did my best to convince myself that it was a faulty reading. I can't explain why I didn't use a second meter to double check it. I think it was past 3pm when I remembered I had the towel and underpants soaking, and needing loads of rinsing before I could hang it all on the washing line. I lost count of the amount of rinses, and even after the last I was not convinced that another 3 or 4 wouldn't be needed to get the rinse water to run soap free.

   I decided I couldn't be bothered with the ultimate rinses because I had already wasted some time resting after 5 rinses. I did what was probably another 5 rinses before hanging both items on the washing line at nearly 4pm. It was still sunny then, but the sun was losing it's potency. At about 7pm I took the stuff off the line, and brought it in. neither was fully dry, but I was sure that even the towel would finish drying indoors, overnight.

  Yesterday evening I could still feel my guts were not right. There was a sort of very dull ache, but worse was that they started gurgling again. Earlier in the day I decided I would go for a very light dinner with not spices in it.  Although it felt like mild madness when based on much previous experience, or complete insanity when I read the nutritional information more closely, with a calculator to hand, I decided I was going to have the one and only tub of ice cream that had been in the fridge since last summer Or possibly a bit later).

  Last summer I re-confirmed I could eat that make and flavour ice cream with almost impunity. Of course there could have been other things in it's favour. I was possibly a bit more active then, although my records actually show I did few walks, although most of them were medium to medium long in length. I also may have been eating that ice cream more for a lunch than a dinner. Last night my dinner was that single tub, and nothing else. It was most enjoyable.

  In one respect it was a very good choice. It was light enough not to disturb my guts, and being nice and milky I suffered not a single hint of any reflux or heartburn when I was in bed. I did notice an increase in the gurgling noises from my gut, and I did spend a little time sitting on the toilet as a precaution. Well I guess it was a worthwhile precaution because I did pass a fair bit of wind that would otherwise been emitted in my bed !

  It all seems very hazy now (and this was without the aid of booze), but I think I fell asleep fairly early, or not that long after 9pm, but I only slept for about an hour before waking up feeling cold. I could, and should have pulled the duvet over me, but I suspected I would soon start to overheat. Instead of that I turned the heater on low. I was soon back asleep, and I seemed to sleep really solidly. I have a very vague recollection of waking at about 3am, and almost nothing more until I woke up feeling bright and alert at just gone 6am.

  In the last minutes I had the only dream I remember something about. In the dream it seemed that maybe half an hour, possibly even an hour passed. In the dream I had bought/acquired/been given an old-ish IBM computer. I was not sure what processor was in it, but I seemed to think it was something quite powerful.  The big problem was that all the interface connections were non standard. The hard disk connection looked more like an HDMI connector. I think it did have a floppy disk, complete with wiring harness that had the right connector.

  I felt sure I could probably buy a mouse and keyboard with the right connectors on them. The display might have been a problem, but it did have a built in LCD display, but it was only about an 8 inch display. That was at least good enough to show the internal clock was running. The last thing I did before waking up was to notice that the clock was in a sub-assembly that had it's own mains power supply. It was obvious that the clock was also a time switch, and could be programmed to turn the computer on and off at set times.

  When I got up I went for a surprisingly small pee. Straight after that I weighed myself. I had lost a useful full kilogram or more. That was what I had expected the previous morning after a night involuntary purging my guts down to the last trickle of "rusty water". This morning it was maybe a bit more expected after not eating a lot during the previous day, and even the ice cream was very low calorie even if it's sugar content left some serious doubts.

  All was revealed when I checked my blood glucose this morning. It got off to a fair start with the Contour meter reading 7.9mmol/l. That figure, being in the sevens, even if a very high seven, got a pale green colour (dark green is reserved for very, very rare sixes). The GlucoRX meter, and the Sinocare meter agreed that my real reading was 8.5mmol/l. Figures in the eights get no background colour because when I invented the colour scheme they were the most common readings. These days I want lower readings, but 8.5mmol/l is "acceptable".

  The sun is finally out, but it does seem a bit wishy-washy, and I'm unsure if it carries much heat. At least it proves there is hope for better sunshine on the way - even if the Met Office says most of it will still be just sunny spells. The BBC still insist on almost full sunshine all day long. They also say it will be 23° C against the Met Office's 21° C. It feels like the sort of day when I should go out to frolic in the sunshine, but......

  I am not sure I feel like frolicking. Despite an apparent excellent sleep, I do sort of feel sleepy already.  Plus there is also the bother that I am very sure I would get more chest pains if I tried to go as far and as fast as I dream of. It is sort of depressing to think I am currently so unhealthy, and even more depressing to think I am depressed enough to not want to fight it. Maybe I should do a different type of exercise - doing another load of laundry to hang up to dry in the sunshine. I think the reality is that I cannot predict what I will do, and wil just make it up as I go along.
        







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