Today sees the start of some
nasty weather. This
afternoon could see some
very strong winds, but at
least they will be blowing
in tepid temperatures. Most
of the day could be 11° C.
Tomorrow could reach 12° C,
but at the cost of loads of
rain, and some of it may be
very heavy. Until midday
there will be some extremely
strong winds. The day after
tomorrow is currently
forecast to feature clear
skies, some nice sunshine,
but the temperature may not
go over 3° C !
The sunny
spells we had yesterday were
very nice, but did nothing
to enthuse me. I think I was
feeling a bit ill - for the
second or third day running.
It is nothing worse than a
mild cold, but being mild it
doesn't always seem obvious
except for slowly grinding
you down.
I had idea that I
might do some good stuff
yesterday, but I ended up
doing very little except
stealthily eating too much.
The thing is, I can't really
remember anything too bad,
or any great quantities of
stuff. My health readings
this morning say otherwise,
and that is why I am putting
some or all of the blame on
the cold I seem(ed) to have.
I am not sure if I have it
this morning.
The one thing I did
do was to finish going
through all the photos I had
taken on Saturday night. I
did find a few close to very
good photos among them, but
even the best would earn no
rewards. I think my general
impression of Saturday night
was that while it was good
to see Dan playing again, it
was mostly a waste of time,
and seemingly bad for my
health.
This was one of the
better snaps of Dan Murthy
playing his guitar. All the
relevant bits are in focus,
but his eyes being closed,
and the brow of his hat
obscuring some of his face
make it a not that good
picture.
Another great pose
from Dan, but I still think
the hat spoils it.
I think I see why Dan
was wearing a hat. For years
now he has had very short
hair, but now he has gone so
far that even a
jar head would salute
him. The official
description is "
buzz
cut", and as a long
haired person (albeit
getting thinner every day as
I approach 70 years old) I
can't say I like it.
One more picture of
Dan and guitar. After I had
stopped taking photos, Dan
changed guitar and also to
some extent his style. He
did so to play "Purple
Rain", and that was the last
song he played before I left
to go home.
A reminder of how Dan
looked on Thursday 31st July
2014 - still fairly short
hair, and he was playing
bass guitar in those days
(although maybe only when
the band, Hard Tail on this
occasion, had another lead
guitarist.
With nothing
happening for most of the
rest of my day yesterday,
I'll skip to dinnertime. In
theory, my dinner should
have been very safe, and it
needed to be after lots of
small, and some of them
being naughty, snacks
instead of proper meals.
Dinner was a pack of ready
to eat, sliced spicy chicken
breast. I added some chopped
iceberg lettuce, a bit of
mayonnaise, plus a sprinkle
of both black and white
pepper. It was
almost
nice, but not really
satisfying.
The trouble with
yesterday, or at least one
of them, was that it seemed
such a negative day that
nothing really satisfied.
Even any of the Star Treks
seemed very dull, and I
didn't even bother to try
Star Trek: Voyager. I read
until 9pm when I sort of
half watched an episode of
QI. I can't really remember
anything about it, and I
think it was just visual
noise to blot out
nothingness. I went to bed
straight after, and read for
maybe another half hour
before falling asleep.
Maybe I should have
tried for sleep earlier
because I had no indigestion
problems, and I was feeling
tired enough to go to sleep
very soon after trying. I
did seem to sleep very last
night, but I did have one
dream I don't really
understand....although I
guess it was a specialised
version of other dreams
where I have dreamed I was
back at work, and not having
a care in the world about my
work because my pensions
paid just enough that I
could stick two finger up as
any boss that annoyed me.
In last night's dream
I wasn't exactly at work,
but seemed to have joined,
or was joining some sort of
"club". In some ways it
might have been something
like the Home Guard ("Dad's
Army) because most people
there were quite old, but in
other ways it might have
been something like a "
rotary
club". Although I have
no real idea what they do. I
remember being in a fairly
large room with some smaller
tables, and one large table
that a lot of people,
including myself, sat
around.
There was some sort
of discussion, but some of
it sounded like really
boring minutes being read
form a previous meeting, and
I paid almost not attention
to that. In fact I can't
recall anything said until
the meeting finished, and
then I had the usual sort of
things that happen to a
newbie - "would you like to
join our
pools syndicate
?" (not that the Football
pools seem to exist these
days), or "let me introduce
me to the (unnamed/unknown)
union".
As the meeting broke
up I did get talking to a
younger person (who seemed
to remind me of someone
recognisable in real life,
but I have no idea who). We
chatted as we left, and
headed for a tube station.
We entered the station as
far as the ticket barriers,
and then said goodbye
because I wanted a different
station. The only trouble
was, I couldn't remember
which exit to take out the
half dozen or so possible,
and I ended up walking
randomly in the hope of
spotting the station I did
want. Curiously enough, I
can't remember the names of
the wrong station, nor the
one I wanted.
Having apparently
slept well, I was up a lot
earlier this morning. I had
nothing to celebrate when I
checked my health
indicators, although maybe I
did feel a bit better than
yesterday. My first visit to
the toilet produced both pee
and medium poo. I then got
on the scales, and found I
had put on 800gm - which is
awful. The only possible
semi slightly good thing is
that I am still, by the skin
of my teeth, lighter than
the average for this month,
but 100gm heavier than the
average for 2024.
My blood glucose
measurements were even more
depressing. I am not really
sure that I should have
deserved it, but all three
readings were colour coded
pink in my spreadsheet -
prelude to red, and the
danger zone. The Contour
meter read 9.1mmol/l. The
GlucoRX meter read
9.3mmol/l, and the Sinocare
meter read 9.0mmol/l. My
only satisfaction is that
these readings are in the
bottom of the pink zone, and
the Sinocare reading was
right on the bottom edge. At
least my blood pressure is
good this morning with a
reading of 109/42 - still in
the "optimum" (or best)
area.
One particular
trouble with blood glucose
readings of 9mmol/l and
above, is a tendency to get
boils on the inner thigh,
and yesterday I had hints of
one growing. This morning it
is starting to feel
uncomfortable. The real
annoyance is that when it
bursts it is very messy. I
hope it bursts some time
today, after I have been to
Aldi - which I really ought
to finally do today. I
definitely don't want it
bursting when I go to The
Jolly Farmers tomorrow !
One other thing I
think I will be doing today
is some laundry. I have not
got a lot to do, but it
grows daily. It would be
good to get the current
stuff out the way today
because sooner or later I
might have to be washing
blood and worse soaked
underpants. Of course this
all serves as a good
reminder to be extra careful
about how much I eat today,
but that is very hard to
control when feeling under
the weather (and as I wrote
that I started to cough to
prove I am not as healthy as
I would like to be).