The BBC's forecast for
yesterday, which said sunny spells
almost all day, was about correct.
The Met Office forecast for a dull
day was completely wrong. Both
forecasters said it would be a
warm day, with the temperature
rising to 21° C , and that was
right, although it didn't seem to
feel right. I had to close my
bedroom window a few times because
it felt draughty.
Both forecasters give a
similar forecast for this
morning. They agree on some
light rain or drizzle, followed
by a bit of heavier rain. I'm
not convinced any drizzle has
fallen yet, and it is now almost
10am. The BBC says from 11am the
rain will be over, but it will
remain grey. The BBC say
light rain will resume from 6pm,
and at 8pm there could be a
thunderstorm.No sign of the sun
today, but the temperature could
still reach 19 or 20° C.
Tomorrow will probably feature a
very dull start, but there
should be sunny spells later,
possibly punctuated by a fall or
rain, and the temperature could
make 22° C.
Yesterday I was
still reeling from being kept on
the phone until 2am. I felt
quite listless, and in the
curious, and unlikely position
of being too tired to snooze. I
think I only ever managed one
short snooze yesterday. It would
probably have been the most
significant thing I did
yesterday - if it did ever
happen !
There was one mistake I
probably made yesterday, and it
was not to have a morning shower
in the belief that I would be
going out in the evening, and so
would wash my hair, and have a
shower later in the afternoon.
That probably left me in a sort
of lazy slob mode for the whole
day. I never did have a shower,
and I never went out. In part it
was I felt too tired/lacking in
energy and enthusiasm.
There was also the
problem I mentioned yesterday -
that I had kept my spare Indian
takeaway in the fridge for two
day, and I didn't want to take a
chance on it going off if left
any longer. It was also the case
that I was very much looking
forward to it - even though I
had a very strong suspicion that
it would play havoc with my
blood glucose level again. This
morning it turned out that it
most definitely did.
After spending the rest
of my morning, after writing,
laying on my bed reading, and
trying to, but failing to
snooze, I had some lunch. My
morning blood glucose readings
had been so good that I could
have chanced anything for lunch,
but I stuck to the general plan,
and just had a small pile of
cheese on rice crackers. Later
on I did have a light snackette,
but I can't seem to recall what
that was.
The afternoon was mostly
another time when I did almost
nothing, although I think I
might have snoozed for 10 or 20
minutes. All afternoon I was
having an internal argument with
myself - should I shampoo and
shower so I could go out, or
should I stick to the idea that
I was going to have the Indian
takeaway before it started to go
off. Not wanting to waste food
was a very strong belief,
although I could possibly eat it
after I had been out, if I went
out.
In the end there was a
very strong desire to
(hopefully) enjoy that Indian
meal of chicken Dhansak with
Pilau rice. At about 6.30pm I
put it all on a plate before
zapping it in the microwave for
4 minutes. With hindsight an
extra minute may have been
better, and also safe if any bug
had started to grow in during
it's stay in the fridge. It was
all tightly sealed in the
original, unopened containers,
and they had probably been
closed when the food was
straight out of pan in the
restaurant.
Thought about like that,
maybe an extra day in the fridge
wouldn't have been a great
gamble, but as I say, I was
really looking forward to eating
it. It was just as delicious,
and possibly more, that I had
been imaging over the last few
days. It was deliciously spicy,
but maybe the rice damped it
down, because I never suffered
any heartburn later. I ate it
while watching an episode of The
Simpsons, and maybe the first
minutes of Secrets Of The London
Underground.
There were two episodes
of Secrets of The London
Underground on last night, and
the first was one I was looking
forward to seeing for what I
thought was the very first time.
It was the final episode of
season three. It was curious
that some of it seemed very new,
but other bits seemed familiar.
I am wondering if I may have
been distracted in some way when
it was originally shown. One of
my jobs for today will be to
edit that episode. It will
complete my collection of all 10
episodes of season three.
It was lucky that I had
seen the second episode of
Secrets Of The London
Underground. It was drawn from
season one,
and I had seen it before,
but I don't think I have an
edited/cleaned up recording in
my archives, and so that will be
another editing job for today.
It was not long after it started
that Sue phoned me. The poor
girl was either very drunk, or
high on drugs or something. She
was wailing that her (now ex)
friend had taken her dog, and
that the ex-fried was a crack
addict, and would probably sell
the dog for another fix.
I suspect this is
unlikely, and that I am sure Sue
could not tell reality from
fiction. She was far from
coherent, and seemed
like she was changing who she
was talking about mid sentence.
She was also switching between
the past, present, and future
mid sentence. I managed to make
out that she had seen a
paramedic earlier, but had sent
him/her away with a string of
expletives.
I had visions of this
incoherent rambling going on
well into the early hours, but
was saved when she suddenly said
she would phone me back. I was
hoping that maybe it was the
paramedic with and ambulance
crew come to forcibly take her
to hospital. One thing she
managed to tell me was that her
heart was racing out of control,
and it has been obvious for some
time that she has a heart
problem or something similar.
That needed seeing to, and so
did her psychotic condition.
It is even possible that
her (ex)friend took her dog so
she would be able to go to
hospital, and not have to worry
about the dog. I gave Sue half
an hour to call back, and then I
switched my phone off. I felt a
bit guilty about that, but on
the other hand there was nothing
I could do for her, and even
just being able to listen to her
ranting served little purpose -
particularly because I could not
make a lot of sense of it. I
hope she was carted off to
hospital for some sort of
treatment.
I did try and watch was
was left of an episode of The
Avengers after Sue hung up, but
I was feeling tired, and
fatigued after trying to make
some sense of what Sue was
saying. After turning my phone
off I went straight to bed. I
feel very sure I was in deep
sleep by 10pm. Apart from waking
for a pee, and turning the
heater on, and then waking for
another pee, and turning the
heater off, then once more to
turn the heater back on, I
seemed to sleep really well.
I do remember some sort
of dream where I had found a
load of full sized (the same
size as a credit card) SIM
cards. I seemed to have a full
sized reader in my PC, and when
checking the cards I found they
all had a little bit of air time
on them. That is all the dream I
can remember. It seemed to be a
good enough ending when I found
I could use them, even though I
didn't use them
I managed to have a bit
of a lay in this morning. I
still managed to get up just in
time to take screenshots of the
weather forecast just before
they were updated at 7am. I
still seemed to feel slow and
sleepy despite getting just a
tiny bit extra over my normal
amount of sleep. It was, and
probably still is because of my
ludicrously high blood glucose
readings this morning.
That chicken Dhansak I
had last night must have had
loads of sugar in it because I
can't think of anything else to
blame for some seriously
dangerous blood glucose readings
this morning. The Contour meter
read 10.2mmol/l, and that is
well over the red line. The
ClucoRX meter read an incredible
11.3mmol/l, and that takes it
into the dark red area. At least
the Sinocare meter only read
10.4mmol/l, but that is as high
as I ever want to see, It is all
a far cry from yesterday's
lovely low readings.
Today I should be going
out for a 100 mile run, but the
best I can do is to try and fast
through the day, and just have a
very simple salad for dinner. I
did have a breakfast for two
reasons. I was already getting a
sort of sour feeling from my
empty stomach, and secondly I
wanted something to hold my
morning drugs/pills.capsules
down - particularly the big, and
terrible tasting if it ever
repeats on me, cod liver oil
capsule.
I had been thinking I
would go out to Tesco today. It
is about the only going out I
can consider on such a dull day,
with the possible threat of some
rain. I think going to a huge
food shop, with all it's
temptations, would be too
dangerous today. Fortunately
almost the only things I am
short of are things I should not
be eating today ! It looks like
it will be another quiet/boring
day today.
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