09:04 BST

  The forecast for yesterday said sunny spells in the morning, but in reality the clouds still seemed too thick at midday. From 2pm full sunshine was forecast, and I can't seem to remember any sunshine then, but maybe I was preoccupied and wasn't looking out the window. The afternoon was forecast to reach 16° C, and I think that was right. It was also a dry day.
  There was a very light mist early this morning, but it did not reveal the sun when it lifted. Even now, many hours later, the sky is 100% nasty grey. The chance of sunny spells seems rather thin at the moment, but fingers crossed. This afternoon, like the last few days, may only see a high of 16° C, and once again, only for a single hour. It looks like it will be another very cool night....or maybe not. The forecast for tomorrow has the day starting at 13° C, and it is forecast to be a completely grey day tomorrow, but it still might reach 17° C in the afternoon.

  Yesterday was a day when I managed to do three important things that I was not sure I could do, or wanted to do. It made for a very satisfactory day. Although I don't think it has been cured, it does seem I have regained control of my ear/balance problem, and that was the key to doing two of the things I did.

  I felt in no rush yesterday morning, because I was very apprehensive of something I had to try to do.  I wrote a few more words than the last 3 or 4 days, 2,063 words to be precise, and once that was done I had my usual lie down. I read a few pages from the book of short stories I am reading, and I probably have a snooze, although I can't remember one way of another. After that I felt I had built up enough courage for what was coming next.

  I felt that after treating my ears with oil for almost a week, it should have softened any hard wax that might have been the cause of my loss of balance, and the room spinning around. I think I would have to say it was only a 98% cure, but that was enough to let me dare to try and wash and condition my hair.

  To recap, It was around a week earlier that I had severe dizzy spell while leaning over the side of the bathtub while washing my hair. It was all complicated by trying to stop soap getting in my eyes, and trying to keep the shower head spraying into the bath instead of all over the bathroom floor, as my legs sort of buckled under me and I ended up sitting on the floor wondering which way was up.

  Yesterday I had a few very minor feelings of light-headedness. They did not last long, and were generally ignorable. I succeeded, and washed and conditioned my hair. I then got in the bathtub to have a shower to wash the rest of my body. I guess it gave me a sense of joy that I had managed to wash my hair, and some relief that I should be able to go to my appointment with the cardiology department at the hospital with clean hair (and body) next Wednesday.

  Once I had blown dry my hair, and got dressed, I went on to do the second thing that I had wanted to do, but couldn't raise the enthusiasm. It was to go shopping in Savers, and while I was 12 seconds walk away, also go round Poundstretcher to pick up a few things there. The grey sky, instead of the forecast sunny spells, and low temperature, although not so low to make a coat essential, made the walk there and back totally joy less.

  In savers I bought the usual sort of things - mouthwash, some spare vitamin D tablets, a couple of scented candles, and some toilet cleaners. Over the way, in Poundstretcher I also bought the usual sort of stuff - low calorie and low sugar baked potato puffs, some extra large sticking plasters to put over my bunions, and a couple of 1.5 litre bottles of Diet Coke. I'm sure I have forgotten some of the stuff I bought.

  Once home again I had a slightly late lunch. It was based purely on snacks, but mostly semi safe snacks. I think I had three different bags of the low sugar and low calorie baked potato puffs, and I also had some only healthy in one small aspect, flapjack bars. Their high fibre is a good thing, but they have an extremely high sugar content. Since injecting Mounjaro my blood glucose seems so well controlled that I can tolerate more sugar in my diet.

  After lunch I had another lie down, but it was not a long one because I had one more thing to do that was also a test to see if my inner ear trouble was still behaving itself. After I had my shower I had put some laundry in to soak. It was mainly almost my entire collection of my best underpants, and while I have a lot of other underpants, it was obviously quite an important job, and even more so because I was determined not to leave it soaking all night, and slowing down this morning.

  I don't know what time it was, but I would guess around 3pm when I went and tackled that washing. All my laundry is done by hand since my washing machine died about 15 years ago or more. This means leaning over the side of the bath to get to the bug builders buckets (trugs) i use to do my laundry. That puts me in the same position, and maybe a worse position, what with all the effort required, as when washing my hair. I don't recall a single twinge, and I did the detergent, three rinses and fabric condition in one non stop job, and hung all the underpants up to dry on the big clothes horse.

  With that job done I could finally resume "lazy mode". I think I once had ideas about going out for a quick walk in the park in the afternoon. I don't know why I ever thought that might happen - even if it was bright and sunny. I don't recall any decent sunshine in the afternoon, and so a walk in the park was the last thing that crossed my mind. I think that this time my lie down did include a snooze as well as reading some pages from my book.

  Although I don't specifically remember a snooze, it is highly likely I had one because the time flew by. I was roused to action by the desire to prepare my dinner more than any other reason. I thought that it was a poor choice of food for someone who is supposed to be losing weight, but in my fridge, and needing to be used up before it spoiled, was a box with cooked potato slices with ham and seasoning (although I cannot remember the exact description on the box).

  When I bought it I thought that it looked delicious. I think that maybe the box showed it being served with sausages - possibly after being fried in sausage fat. I had no sausages, and I have no frying pan. I grilled it in my mini oven/grill and towards the end of the heating/cooking I added some grated cheddar. It was rather nice. In some feeble attempt to justify it, I can lie through my back teeth as say I thought that the sliced potato would be a source of fibre. That might even have been true if the potato skin had been left on.

  My dessert was the same as the day before (or was it the day before that ?). It was plain vanilla ice cream with diced nectarines (two of them). After an extra day or two to ripen that are still as crunchy as apple, but this time it was more like a nice eating apple instead of a teeth breaking Granny Smith. It still wasn't as nice as hoped, but the extra fibre from the fruit seems to have finally worked this morning.

  I watched loads of TV last night, but still ended on either QI or Have I Got News For You. I guess it is because I was tired that I, once again, can't seem to remember which order that were on. Maybe this is actually a sign that my brain is turning into mush, and I will soon be a dribbling idiot. I hope I have the good sense to top myself before I get incapable of doing it. Fortunately I still seem to be able to remember important stuff.

  Oddly enough, important stuff can also be stuff that is so easy to slip through the memory to escape for ever. I am talking about dreams, and fortunately I can remember the theme of last nights dream even if I can remember a blow by blow account of it. The dream would have to come later because although I felt very tired, it took some time to settle into dream sleep. I think I had some minor dreaming earlier - the type where you can't remember if you were asleep or awake while things popped up in your head.

  I am not even sure that what I will, for the sake of convenience call my major dream, was all done while asleep. I feel strongly that I added stuff and sort of edited it while half awake. The dream was all about the numbering of floors in tall buildings. Here in the UK we start with ground floor, and then counts the floors above that. I think in America, and maybe elsewhere (where American influence is strongest) they count the ground floor as floor 1. For a bunch of people who claim strong beliefs in God they are ridiculously superstitious and omit to call the 13th floor the 13th floor - they call it floor 14.

  Some of the dream, and maybe more so the parts that may have happened while semi awake, considered other ways of naming the floors, and I also wondered what numbering schemes might be used in other countries. I also wondered what sub basement levels may be called. Another idle speculation was how to number the floors in, for instance 3 adjacent tower blocks that all shared a common below ground entrance. I imagine such an idea would not be allowed for fire safety regulations.

  I don't think I got a lot of quality sleep, but my brain seemed to wake me up at about 5.30am, and I had to fight my own brain to get another hour of sleep - which I did. I think I only got up at about 6.30am because I needed the toilet. This time it was a medium big pee (like a a couple of other earlier in the night), and it was also a moderately big poo. I was almost happy that the extra fibre I ate yesterday meant it was easy to pass, although it may have been a bit too close to "easy to pass" for my liking. Sometimes perfection is hard to achieve.

  A second pee, and also a second poo about 20 minutes later, meant that my second time on the scales showed that I had managed to lose 300gm, and I was also able to change from light green to dark green on my spreadsheet colour code. The current rolling average for this month is identical to the average at the end of June - before I started my course of Mounjaro. As a weight loss drug I am underwhelmed, however....

  Once again the Mounjaro is excelling itself at keeping my blood glucose in check. This morning the Contour meter read 7.1mmol/l, and that is pretty good. The GlucoRX meter read a rather good 6.8mmol/l, and the new GlucoFix meter read a slightly better 6.7mmol/l. Admittedly we are only 12 days into the month, but it seems like a long time when every entry is even light green, or the better, dark green - no whites (8.xx) no pinks (9.xx) and no reds (10.xx). Previous months have all had a least a scattering of some of these higher readings, and even blocks of them.

  The main thing on the menu today should be an afternoon beer drinking session with Jodie. I hope she will bring a few beers with because she complains that most of what it is the fridges here is too strong. I did not specifically buy strong beers last time, but I must admit I didn't pay much attention to the strength when I bought them. In fact I paid so little to the strength that at least one I bought only features a strength of 0.5% - similar to watered down water.

  Next week things get very slightly busy for a couple of days. On Tuesday I will be giving myself my next full dose of Mounjaro. On Wednesday morning I have my appointment at Lewisham Hospital with the Cardiology team. My guess is that will finish in time to straight next door to The Jolly Farmers. If I can restrict my booze, because I am either celebrating, or the opposite, I may be sober enough to pick up my next repeat prescription from the pharmacy on the way home.