The problem with yesterday was it was mostly a nice day, and unlike the predictions in the weather forecasts. Now I must admit it did rain a few times, and at 5 or 6pm there was a very heavy downfall, but 15 or 20 minutes later the sun was out again, and it was a nice evening. I think the temperature reached at least 22° C, or a couple of degrees higher than forecast.
       

  The forecast has not changed much in the last revision or two, but it has changed a lot since yesterday. What was once forecast to be a very sunny day, now has a big gap in the afternoon when it will be cloudy. The Met Office did show just a single hour with no sunny spells at midday, but now they say there should be non stop sunny spells through the whole day. They also say a max of 25° C° C instead of the BBC's 23° C° C° C. Tomorrow could be warmer still - loads of sunshine, and the temperature peaking at 27° C.
 
   I didn't fancy going out yesterday, although by mid afternoon I was getting a bit depressed that I hadn't made more effort because it did look nice outside. If it only wasn't for this angina I suffer from, it could have been a great day for a walk. I just had to do other things.

  I had a shower even though by then I more or less knew I would not be going out or seeing anyone. At the end of the shower I put in two t-shirts and some underwear in to soak in detergent, and that completely emptied my laundry bag. I would finish that laundry later, but first I wanted to make some early preparations for a visit to the nurse that actually happens tomorrow morning.

  The first thing I did was to get an old pair of shorts to see if they still fitted me. They did, and it did seem a rather excellent fit. My intention is to wear those shorts when I see the nurse tomorrow. It is inevitable she will want to see my weight on the calibrated scales there, rather than believe me, and probably a picture taken of me on my scales. It would be to my advantage to just wear those rather lightweight shorts (with my wallet, keys and phone left on the desk while I do it.

  I wore those shorts for the rest of yesterday morning, and I barely noticed I had them off. I only changed into a pair of lounge pants just before I had some lunch to avoid dripping any of the lunch on my nice clean shorts. The other thing I did in preparation for tomorrow was to check the comfort of an old, but little used, pair of black slip on plimsolls. They are not the height of fashion, but being easy to slip on and off will be useful, not just when I am weighed, but when the nurse does the diabetic check on my feet.

  My dinner was a carefully contrived idea of a mostly healthy meal, but one best eaten earlier in the day to avoid possible heartburn problems at dinnertime. It was, or at least started out as, two gilled quarter pounder burgers with a medium helping of "mixed vegetables" (peas, sweetcorn, sliced beans, and possibly one other small thing). It is odd that those mixed vegetables (sold as frozen) look like they could almost be unpleasant, but are surprisingly nice.

  The only trouble with that lunch is that somehow it didn't seem substantial enough - which is probably how lunch is supposed to be - but I decided to have a couple of small packets of crisps with it when I was half way through eating it. I must admit, scooping up those mixed vegetables with big crisps was rather nice - as nice as it was naughty !

  During the afternoon I did two things - one big, and oner small. The big was to finish washing the clothes I had left in soak in the morning. I hung them to dry on the big clothes horse in the front room, with the desk fan blowing on them. The small thing was to cut my toenails ready for tomorrow when the nurse will almost certainly being examining my feet. I was going to use my Pedicare foot grinder as well, but maybe I'll try and get around to doing that before I go to bed tonight.
  There was a lot of TV viewing to be done last night. As the screenshot shows, there were 4 Star Treks on last night. two of them were worth watching, and the other two were pretty crap view. The Next Generation was the second episode of the first series, and was very wooden. It took many episodes until he characters settled into their roles, and it became generally good. Enterprise was pretty good. Deep Space Nine was OK-ish, and Voyager was a good story idea, but it still didn't make it a good episode.
   I was bored enough during Star Trek: Voyager to start playing with my health meters. It took almost no effort to get the Pules Oximeter to show a partial pressure of 99% blood oxygenation - which is pretty good ! The pulse rate shown, is often sightly less than my blood pressure meter shows for some poorly understood reason. It showed 59, and the blood pressure meter showed 61, but at least that is pretty close. A blood pressure of 119/55 puts me fair and square in the "Optimum" area.

   There was one more TV programme that I watched after remembering it was on at the very last minute. It was possibly episode 2, or maybe 3 of the 4th series of Secrets Of The London Underground. I must confess I missed the first episode(s) of series four. It was good, but maybe it is losing it's shine now, and one dusty underground room is starting to look like all the other dusty underground rooms. I shall try and make sure I don't miss any more episodes though.

  I made a point of having just a light salad for my dinner last night, but I hadn't counted on spotting that the best before date on a packet of corned beef was a couple of weeks ago. I added the whole lot, plus croutons. It was a bigger meal than intended, and on top of that I also had some low (but not zero) biscuits during the evening. All that may have taken me to the edge when I went to bed several hours later.

  Once again I had some twinges from heartburn, or possibly angina. I have had far worse, but it was enough to delay sleep for at least a few hours. Even when I finally got to sleep I did not sleep well. The temperature in my bedroom was right on that critical temperature where it can feel just a little too cool for comfort to sleep uncovered, and yet it was too hot with the duvet. I kept waking up feeling either too hot or too cold. I never reached a compromise until 5am when I kicked the duvet completely aside, and turned the heater on low. I then managed a couple of hours of good sleep.

......To be continued when I come back from the pub !

15:21 BST Continued.......

  I woke up this morning feeling awful, and it is hard to describe why. It was like a bit of this, a bit of that, several times over. To make things worse I didn't seem to need to do a poo after getting up. I was pretty sure that I should need to, but I just felt fine in that respect. It meant that my weight seemed to have risen a fair bit. I guess that was not surprising considering all I ate yesterday, and that just made it worse when I realised there was no one, or no thing to blame for it - just 24 hours before seeing the nurse, and being ordered to get on the scales.

  Even my blood glucose readings were nothing to be proud of. All three gave similar readings, and so I couldn't say it was all just a faulty reading. The Contour meter read 8.1mmol/l, which in itself is not so bad, but I was hoping for a figure in the sevens. The GlucoRX meter read a slightly worse 8.4mmol/l, and the Sinocare meter read 8.3mmol/l. I suppose there is some satisfaction that all three readings were under my previous target of 8.5mmol/l. My current, self set, target is 7.5mmol/l.

  Everything came to stop for at least half an hour when my sister phoned me this morning. It was nothing important - just enquiring how I was doing, and updating me on family news. It seems my younger sister, who has been a bit poorly, is on the mend. My last surviving brother is now in a care home with bad dementia. Going by his appearance, and maybe temperament, it sometimes seemed that maybe he had a different father. Maybe dementia is more proof because I don't think it is a family trait.

  Once I was off the phone I rushed to the bathroom to have a shave, wash my hair, and have a shower, but before that I did finally have a poo, and it was a respectable amount. I also had another big pee. The first thing I did when I came back from the bathroom was to weigh myself. Even after eating a single, but big bowl of instant noodles, my weight seemed to have dropped to only 300 or 400gm above my weight the morning before - which was taken before eating breakfast. Maybe there is still hope that I may show a 2 or 3kg drop from last time when the nurse weighs me. It is not a lot, but considering I can't exercise because of angina, I consider I am doing quite well even old moany guts doesn't agree.

  I managed to write a little bit more of this before going to get a train to Ladywell, and then on to The Jolly Farmers. I left home in plenty of time to get the train without rushing, but I don't think I slowed down much, and had 10 to 12 minute wait for a train - which was 15 minutes earlier than I would normally get to go to the pub. I had a pleasant time in the pub, but I only stayed for just 2 pints of Guinness.

  I considered the possibility of walk directly home rather than save quite small bit of walking by getting the train. Maybe I might have chanced walking, but I was also taking my new trainers from Tesco for a walk, and they seemed to start feeling a bit uncomfortable (although I think it was just a bit of grit had got into the shoe). Not only that, but I wanted to my usual bit of train spotting/photography. It is now very, very rare to photograph a train on the Mid Kent line (through Catford Bridge) that I have not already photographed. Today I saw nothing new.

  That now takes me up to date for today. Tomorrow I expect I'll have stuff to write about this evening, my night, and tomorrow morning. If I get up super early I might be able to write everything up to going to see the nurse before I go to see her, but I doubt I will have time to write much, and there is probably lots I'll have to say when I get back from the surgery - hopefully with some answers to several questions I'll have for the nurse.