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Friday
9th August 2024
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Yesterday morning
started bright, but by
mid morning it was
getting cloudy. Despite
none appearing in the
forecast, there were
sunny periods in the
afternoon. Only a single
time was forecast for a
shower, but we
definitely had more than
one, and maybe some late
at night too. The
temperature reached 20°
C, and that seemed
warm enough, but
maybe a bit humid.
This morning almost
started off gloomy, and it
is only now, 9am, that the
sun has broken through. If
the rest of the forecast
is somehow correct, we can
expect full sunshine from
4pm 5pm
according to
the latest
revision. The
temperature
should peak at
24°
C by late
afternoon.
Tomorrow
should see
similar
temperatures,
but a very
dull day is
currently
forecast.
I guess
yesterday could be
described as a mostly good
day. I guess I felt good
enough to almost control
the worst of any eating
errors, and it was a good
enough day to reconsider
my decision to most
definitely not go to
Chislehurst Rocks on
Saturday 17th August. I
have reduced my negativity
to "most unlikely to go".
It might have been
the high blood glucose
level, or just other
things, but I felt tired,
or weary, or lacking
energy, or something
yesterday morning. I can't
really blame it on lack of
sleep because I think I
slept OK, and I had
started to feel like it on
my way home from the pub
on Wednesday. I had a very
lazy morning yesterday,
and that did seem to help.
After a very late shower
(1pm ?) I did feel a bit
more lively.
After my shower,
and getting dressed
suitably for receiving
visitors, I had some
lunch. As I said I would
yesterday morning, after
declaring how dangerously
high my blood glucose, I
had rice crackers and
slices of cheese for
lunch. I also added some
low far coleslaw on top of
each bit of cheese. That
coleslaw didn't taste very
nice - I think that was
because I had chosen a low
fat variety. What I really
wanted was an allegedly
healthier version using
yoghurt instead of some
poor relation to
mayonnaise.
Jodie arrived at
about 3.30pm for out
usually regular Thursday
afternoon beer tasting
session. It was quite a
good session for various
reasons. One reason was
that there were some nice
and tasty beers among the
nasty ones. Even one of
the fruit sours was almost
drinkable. Maybe the most
enjoyable thing was that
Jodie had brought me the
latest edition of The
Metro, and yesterday I
hardly tried to
communicate with Jodie.
While her eyes were glued
to her phone, I was having
a lot of success with both
the quick and cryptic
crosswords.
Jodie left to get
the 6:19 (I think) train,
and once she had gone I
was able to watch over
half of Star Trek: Deep
Space Nine. It was almost
a good episode. Star Trek:
Voyager, that followed it
was not a great episode,
but that series had many
worse episodes.
While watching Star
Trek I had my dinner. Once
again I was following an
early plan, although I did
have doubts about how safe
it would really be. It was
three Clementine oranges
with half a tub of ice
cream. The main error I
made was to decide I
didn't really care and eat
all the ice cream in the
tub. I think I was
originally thinking of
only eating about half of
it, but half seemed too
small, and all of it was a
bit too much.
It was a nice
dinner, but even though I
ate a tiny bit too much
ice cream, it didn't fully
satisfy. Not long after I
remembered I had some mini
Pepperami (or Aldi
equivalents) in the
kitchen. Just a few
wouldn't hurt, but once
started i ripped open each
one, and scoffed the lot.
My punishment was to get
mild heartburn when going
to bed. I started to go to
bed at 8pm, after the last
Star Trek of the night
finished, and I couldn't
find anything else on TV I
wanted to watch.
I knew that 8pm was
too early to try to sleep
(but it may not be in
another month or two when
it will be dark by then),
and my intention was to
read in bed for as much as
3/4 of an hour, which
after adding a bit of time
to shut everything down,
and brushing my teeth,
almost took me to 9pm.
Even before turning over
to try to sleep, I could
feel mild heartburn, and I
didn't feel like fighting
it on the spot. I got up
again and read some stuff
on my PC while chewing a
couple of antacid tablets.
To make matter
worse I also realised that
I would have to go to the
toilet, for a poo, before
I could really try and
relax. I had been going
for quite a lot of poos
yesterday. They were quite
soft, often gas propelled,
but not diarrhoea. I
evidently was having quite
a big clear out, and the
reason for my weight gain
yesterday morning was
being revealed - I was
"full of it" as the yobs
say.
I think it was not
long after 10pm that I got
to sleep, but even while I
was trying for sleep I was
aware that my neck was
telling me I was trying to
rest my head on a brick
instead of a pillow. I
guess it was only a hour
later that I woke up with
a sore neck. Some
painkillers, and a drastic
resettling of my pillows,
and I got back to sleep
nearly another hour later.
From then on I seemed to
sleep as well as usual,
but I seemed to have some
powerful dreams.
I say "powerful"
for want of another, and
better word. I didn't
remember all details of
every dream, but I
definitely remember
dreaming a lot. I still
don't seem to know if that
was I was in light or
heavy sleep. It is
probably light sleep
because the bits of dreams
most often remembered are
those just before waking
up. I had tow big, long
dream sequences, and oddly
enough, it was the earlier
one I seem to remember
more of.
It was one of those
dreams where many things
seem to change appearance
in the blink of an eye.
The logical explanation is
that these are not one
long dream, but lots of
short dreams that seem to
follow on from each other.
In that first series of
dreams I was with some
school friends, and maybe
we were of school age. We
were on a railway station,
and getting a train
together. I am not aware
of any specific
destination at the time.
The train we got on
was very squareish, and
had sliding doors. It
seemed quite busy, but we
went to where a lot of
people were getting off,
and found we had chosen
well because there was
much more room inside
there. We seemed to be in
a very rural area, and the
train was a diesel train
that ran on non
electrified lines. I was
semi shocked to see one
person get on the train,
cross it, and then jump
down on the tracks to
cross the line.
When the train
pulled away it seemed to
have a new shape. Instead
of being boxy it had a
dome roof, and it was
possible to stand under
the dome and see ahead. At
some point the train
morphed into a bus, and I
knew we were being taken
to "games" (or P.E. - Ugh
!). I noticed the bus was
going through Catford, and
I wanted to try and jump
off it so I could go home,
but I never had a chance.
The bus then turned into a
short drive that I knew to
be a dead end. At the far
end of the short drive was
some steps going down. The
bus that drove down the
steps.
Somehow we were at
the bottom of Brownhill
Road (on the South
Circular), and started
going up i to where my old
school was, and behind the
school (and still there)
is Mountsfield Park. I was
sure that was where the
P.E, class was going to be
taken, be we drove on past
it. We drove for some way,
and then suddenly we were
outside the bus, and
wearing plimsolls - they
seemed to have fantastic
grip as we walked and ran
on a fall of snow.
Then we were back
on the bus again. In the
far distance I could see a
big building that I knew
to be on the coast. We
headed towards it, but
then suddenly swung off
the road onto a track that
lead to a park. A heavily
graffitied sign said it
was Victory park, but the
gaffiti had changed it to
say "Vic cums here".
Things were looking up
when we saw a field with
girls exercising in it.
The dream seemed to
continue a bit after that,
but that was essentially
the last I remember before
waking up to go for a pee.
I may have also
woken up because I was
feeling a bit cool. It was
only a degree or two below
my favourite sleeping
temperature, but it was
enough for me to pull the
duvet partly over me
before before I got back
to sleep. I had another
very long dream when I did
get back to sleep, but I
can't remember enough
detail to make any
coherent sense of it. I do
know I woke up feeling too
hot, and with a damp
pillow, before having a
pee, and leaving the duvet
off when I went back to
sleep.
I might possibly
have slept a lot later
than I did this morning,
but at approximately
6.30am I woke up with
painful cramp in my right
calf muscle. Having leapt
out of bed to put some
weight on the leg, and
stop the cramp, it seemed
a fair time to get up.
Another good reason to get
up was to rush to the
toilet where I had a pee
and a decent poo. It seems
that this morning my
weight was on it's way
back to where it should
be, or was before I had a
sudden peak of weight.
After my terrible
blood glucose readings
yesterday, it was good to
get my blood glucose in a
more sane area. It is
still a little higher than
I try to achieve, but this
morning it is not bad. The
Contour meter read
8.0mmol/l, which is fairly
good, The GlucoRX meter
was not quite as kind, but
8.5mmol/l was my previous
target, and so on that
basis it was good. The
Sinocare meter was not
quite as good, and while
only an extra 0.1, I rate
8.6mmol/l as mildly bad.
My blood pressure
recently was slightly
elevated up to the point
where I had one reading
that was as high as
"normal" !, but this
morning it is back to
normal in the "optimum"
area with a reading of
103/53. It is worth
mentioning that was just
the first reading I took,
and I didn't bother to try
to get it any lower by
trying various things to
relax even more. I am in
two minds about it, but I
think I may possibly feel
mostly OK this morning,
although still not
bubbling over with energy.
Today I have
nothing essential to do,
and I have given thought
to going out somewhere -
either close by, and try
to walk several miles, or
further afield and let a
train do most of the
travelling. It is not
impossible that i won't
actually do this, but
there is some stuff closer
to home that probably
should take priority. I
have accumulated quite a
lot of laundry that needs
doing, and later this
afternoon it could get
baked dry in the strong
sunshine of the weather
forecast turns out to be
true.
I can put some
laundry in to soak after
I've had a shower. Once I
am clean and dry I can put
some outdoor clothes on,
and then agonise over do I
got to Tesco or Iceland.
Both have some semi unique
things, but maybe Iceland
with their low calorie and
low sugar meals, plus also
selling low or zero sugar
biscuits, would seem to
make them the logical
choice. My only doubt is I
can recall seeing any Diet
Coke on their shelves, but
I am sure they must have
big bottles of zero sugar
drinks of some kind.
After shopping,
maybe some lunch, and
almost definitely after a
quick (or long) lie down I
can then finish off the
laundry (and do my best
not to "forget" to do it).
I am almost certain that
after finishing the
laundry I will be too
tired to go out for any
sightseeing/walking/exercise,
but if I get the other
stuff done I will be
satisfied. I have
considered the possibility
of going to a gig tonight,
but the only one I know of
that I am curious about
has those negative-magic
words "starts at 9pm" That
is just too late. I would
be more than ready for bed
before the band even
starts. In some ways an
8.30pm start is like the
difference between £4.99
and £5 - one seems much
smaller than the other
even if the real
difference is tiny.
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