Yesterday was not quite as bad as forecast. There were more sunny spells than forecast, and although there was rain, it seemed to be little more than the occasional, short passing shower. It was sadly a rather cool day. I don't think I saw anythi9ng higher than the forecast 16° C, and even that didn't last long.
       

  The road is very wet outside, and we haven't yet had the heavy rain forecast for 9am to midday....err, now forecast to continue until 4pm according to the latest revision. After that it should be dry, and a sunny spell maybe possible, although it feels unlikely. When the rain stops on the Met Office Forecast, The BBC reckons we will have a thunderstorm. That will be in the middle of just light rain that will fall from early morning, and not stop until 10pm ! The highest forecast temperature today will be just 16° C. Tomorrow should be brighter, and there might even be a couple of sunny spells. It should be dry, and the temperature could rise as high as 19° C.

   Yesterday was not a good day. There were many reasons for this. One simple one was the weather was not the sort of weather that makes me feel good, although it was probably more neutral than bad (except for a few brief times). Most of the troubles stemmed from the precarious state of my guts.

  As I mentioned yesterday morning, my 2 days constipation came to quite a spectacular end yesterday morning. While I was writing yesterday morning I wrote I had been to the toilet 3 times. After I finished writing I added one more visit to the tally. By then it was very thin and watery. I found it all very tiring, and wanted to spent almost the rest of the morning laying on my bed reading, but I could spend long resting because I had work to do.
  My work was to find some of my better pictures of Miranda - several going back to 2016. It was Miranda's birthday yesterday, and I wanted some good picture to post to social media to wish her a happy birthday. As well as being Angela's daughter, Miranda was also the singer, and occasionally acoustic guitar player with The Life Of Brian, and Back To The Frey. She was a great singer both as a singer, and as a very active front woman for the bands. (clicking on the thumbnails will open up a slightly bigger version of the picture, but only very slightly bigger).

  Once I had selected the picture I did fresh edits from the originals of most of them. Only after all that could I put my feet up again and relax, but not for long. I was expecting some serious drinking later in the afternoon, and some solid lunch to soak up the beer seemed most desirable. I wolfed down two Scotch Eggs, and despite them being "Tesco Finest" versions, I didn't seem to full enjoy them. Maybe a lot of the problem was my tender guts.

  All I had to do before Jodie arrived for out beer tasting session was to clean and boil some now potatoes that I intended to have with my dinner. Apart from that I could put my feet up again. Jodie phoned to apologise that she would be late again, but by my clock she was almost spot on time at 3.30pm. This time the food she brought with her was less smelly, but it was still slightly unpleasant.

  The beers we drank were all from the last order that was delivered on Saturday. I am sure that among them were some potentially nice ones, but the 4 or 5 cans we had were all very nasty except for one which was just not really pleasant. Apart from the one which was the new interpretation of what an IPA should be, they were all the modern "fruit sour" beers, and most were so sour that I could feel my teeth dissolving in the acid. Also, all, including the alleged IPA style beer, were very cloudy - the sort of cloudy that if offered it in a pub you would send it back without even tasting it, saying it was off and undrinkable.

  We didn't drink much, and I drank even less (no top ups of drinkable beer !), because Jodie had to leave early to meet Alan at London Bridge station at just gone 5.30pm. Towards the end of that session I had to go to the toilet twice for two small lots of very runny poo. It seems the laxative I had taken the night before was still very active ! I found I didn't fancy the big salad I was preparing to make for dinner, and I had a fairly early dinner of nothing but a packet of 10 fish fingers.

  Like the night before, I was soon feeling very tired. I watched a recording of The Avengers, and after a while I was in bed reading while it was still bright daylight outside. I think I put the book down, and turned out the light well before 9pm, and I am sure I was fast asleep by 9pm. I have an idea I might have woken up once before about 20 past midnight, but I can't really remember. I definitely woke at 20 past midnight because my phone rang. It was my friend Lee, although this morning he denies it. I didn't answer it, but his number was plainly shown on the phone. I just switched off my phone and 10 or more minutes later I was asleep.

  I don't think it was very good sleep because half an hour to an hour later I was awake again, and feeling the need to pass wind....at least I thought it was just to pass wind, but I had my suspicions. I went and did it in the toilet, and my suspicions were correct - it was a "liquid" fart ! It was the first of two before I was able to get to sleep again. I woke again at just after 4am, and thought it was the same thing happening, but it was just an ordinary gaseous fart. I felt a bit chilly at the time, and turned my heater up full.

  It was about 5.30am when I woke, and opened my eyes long enough to see the clock, and then shut them again because it felt too early to get up. The next thing I knew was that it was near 6.45am, and then it did feel like time to get up. I didn't feel all that bad, although my tummy felt a bit odd. I assumed it was probably an empty feeling, and on the whole that instant diagnosis was probably right. I felt OK after some breakfast.

  Before breakfast I weighed myself, and I was more or less back to where I was before my couple of days of constipation. I then checked my blood glucose, and while it was very good, it was not as good as yesterday. The Contour meter read 7.4mmol/l, and the GlucoRX meter read 7.2mmol/l. The Sinocare meter was the average at 7.3mmol/l. All these readings were below my newest target of 7.5mmol/l, and so must be considered very good, maybe even excellent.

  I felt those readings were good enough to allow a bit of experimenting by trying two new instant noodles. One was a genuine "Pot Noodle". It was called beef and tomato flavour despite being 100% vegetarian. It was "good enough", but lived up to it's reputation of being one of the worst foods available (on Red Dwarf, if not in reality). The best instant noodles tend to be made in Poland, Indonesia, and Vietnam. The other instant noodle I had this morning was the plain chicken version of the spicy chicken I had yesterday. It was good enough, but I feel there are far better to spend my money on.

  I thought I felt moderately good this morning, but now I have second thoughts. I doubt it was my breakfast, but it is possible that last night's fish fingers have gone straight through me. Just a little while ago I had to do one small poo, and I would have been sure I was empty of all but the most recent food by now. It makes me feel sort of tired and contemplative. I have just one thing I have to do this morning, and that is to contact the pharmacy to order my next repeat prescription.

  My original plan was to walk to the pharmacy, and then, after ordering the repeat prescription, go around the corner to Aldi, to stock up on some food. At the moment it doesn't look like it is raining, but the sky looks grim enough for the heavy rain forecast. I might still go out in a hooded raincoat, or I might just phone the pharmacy, and not bother with Aldi today. At the moment I feel like resting my eyes and feet, aka laying on my bed.


 





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