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  Yesterday was chilly, but dry - today will be even chillier and very wet. The version of the forecast for today from 3 or 4 days earlier suggested some of this morning's rain would fall as sleep, but as far as I can see it is just light rain as I type this. This afternoon should/could see just 5° C, but after 3pm the temperature will start to drop to just 1° C by 11pm tonight. Clear skies mean tomorrow may start at minus 1° C, and the day may only warm up to 4° C, but it could be quite sunny until maybe 2pm. Then it will be dull, but probably dry for the rest of the day. By midnight it will still be 3° C.

  Yesterday was one of those days that was both good and bad, but not that bad, and not that good, but maybe a bit more good than the bad was bad. The bad was mostly a wasted walk to the Pharmacy who did not have the 7.5mmg version of Mounjaro that had been ordered for me to collect yesterday. It was not a completely wasted walk because I went around the corner and bough some shopping in Aldi.

  Unlike when I went to my appointment with the nurse, I seemed to walk to the pharmacy (in the same building as the surgery) quite easily. Maybe after that previous time I had tried to walk too fast, and yesterday I walked a bit slower, but I have a sort of idea that I might have walked faster yesterday because I seemed to be able to. It was disappointing that they didn't have my Mounjaro. I think they said "come after 11am" and it was gone midday when I got there. I now have to go there again today, and hope that it has been delivered by their supplier.

  I am fairly sure that I still have one more dose left of the 5mg version, and I will not be taking that until next Monday. That does depend on the way the injecting pen measures out the dose. At some point it locks up if it thinks there is not a full dose left. The worst case is that I will need the 7.5mg Mounjaro for next Monday, and so there is no need to panic just yet.

  After the pharmacy I walk around the corner to Aldi where I tried, and this time did part succeed in not piling my shopping trolley too high. I think I spent £10 less, but I still managed to buy quite a lot, and ended up with two heavy-ish bags to carry, but I only had 3 bottles of Diet Coke in my rucksack. That did leave a bit of room for a few other, and lighter things, and was still a fair but lighter than last time.

  I think I walked it all home non stop. The previous time (a week earlier ?) I had to slow down, and stop at least a couple of times on the walk home (and maybe a couple more very short pauses, but if I recall correctly, they handily coincided with wanting to blow my nose. It may have taken less effort yesterday, but it was still good to get home and put my shopping down.

  It was also quite good to stuff my face with sandwiches for my lunch. I am wondering if it was the effect of the (probably second to last) dose of 5mg Mounjaro, but those sandwiches did seem to make me feel a lot fuller than expected, and I must admit I still felt like I did not want to eat much for dinner. Of course I did have a a dinner, but it was probably less than I might have. More about dinner further down the page.

  Patricia had left in the morning, before I went out. For the afternoon I was on my own, and with a belly full of sandwiches I was more than happy to have a lie down, and I feel sure I must have snoozed, although I have no specific memory of it beyond a memory that I was intending to snooze. Apart from one little job I did almost nothing all afternoon, and nothing in the evening.

  Once I felt I had rested enough, or had been lazy enough, I set out to finish a job I had started the day before yesterday. On Monday, after I had had a shower, i put a pair of shorts and two pairs of underpants in to soak in detergent. Being only three items it was relatively easy to wring them out in the morning, and then put into the second big bucket where, in the afternoon I would start the process of rinsing it all three times, and then used fabric conditioner to complete the wash before the final, extra effort, wringing out before hanging it up to dry.

  There was one other job I did that was rather minor, but worth mentioning. One item I had bought from Aldi was something I had not seen before. It was described as "king chicken kebab". It looked interesting, and regardless of whether I still felt full after the sandwiches, I was intending to have it, or some of it for my dinner. The box said it needed 90 minutes in the oven - that seemed quite a lot for a ready (prepared) meal. I started cooking it early in the afternoon, and would only need to warm it up a bit when I came to eat it.

  Despite doing little more than laying on my bed, sometimes reading, after I had finished hanging up my laundry to dry, It seemed that 6 O'clock and the news and dinner time raced towards me. I gave the King Chicken Kebabs another 15 minutes in the mini oven, and was soon ready to serve it. I had really only seen it as one frozen lump, but I could now see that it was essentially two chicken breasts, or at least two large pieces of boneless chicken swimming in a very spicy sauce. It was not the sort of chicken kebab I was expecting.

  I anticipated it would seem very filling, and that I would probably eat just one lump (or breast if that was what it was). That turned out to be almost the case. I think I had one forkful from the second bit, and decided to stop there. That was also partly because I had intended to have some fruit in lieu of vegetables. I put the remainder of the chicken back into the now cold oven (using it as a sort of meat safe), ready to re-heat for dinner today. I then washed two Cox apples and a small orange. It all added up to a more than satisfying dinner.

  It was so satisfying that I only ate half of one of the apples. One good thing is that I think the fruit prevented any heart burn. That very spicy sauce the chicken was in could have caused some serious heartburn if I was unlucky. I had also intended to have some ice cream, but I thought better of it. It was almost as if I was semi dieting !

  The rest of my evening was very typical for these days. It was a weekday, and so In watched the usual Star Treks, plus QI and Have I Got News For You. Then I went to bed. I can't remember much about that. I know I looked at my book, but decided not to do any reading. I think I probably fell asleep very quickly. I do remember having to get up to pee at least 3 times in the night, but none of those times was that desperate.

  I also remember fragments of a dream. I am not sure where it was set. I seemed to be a new boy at a company, but at the same time a very experienced person. I'm not sure if it was at a place of work, at least I didn't see any work going on, or if it was some sort of training school. I was asked if I could put a fitting high up on an internal wall, but I can't seem to recall what sort of fitting, and it could have been plumbing or electrical. I said I was not too happy working on some types of ladder, and I said I hoped they had a nice sturdy ladder with very good footings.

  I also said I would need to check the other side of the wall before drilling through it. The other side of the wall was a room with the sort of lock you would use on a toilet door with a green and red segment to indicate free or in use. It was green and so I started to open the door when I heard a scream (just a minor one). The man I was with (my boss, manager, instructor, or...) said "sorry, I meant to warn you that the Japanese lady was breast feeding in there" (it was a very strange idea for a dream - possibly inspired by one of the mothers in the waiting room at the surgery discretely breast feeding her kid). The dream either faded out at that point, or maybe I woke up to go for a pee.

  This morning I had it in mind that I had no reason to rush to get up. That was purely based on the idea that Patricia had gone, and so I had no responsibilities. Actually there was a fair reason not to spend too long in bed, but I didn't think of that while I was warm and cosy, and didn't want to go to the freezing cold bathroom. The latter was a stupid excuse because at 5am I had gone for am pee, and turned the fan heater on low, and left it blowing in to the bathroom.

  When I did get up, later than was ideal, it was not exactly warm in the bathroom, but it was certainly not chilly. I had my usual just-after-getting-up pee, and then weighed myself. It was not as bad a I feared. Before I had breakfast I went for another pee, and also had a poo. I then weighed myself again and found that instead of gaining a couple of hundred grams I had lost 100gm compared to yesterday. It was not much, but compared to what I expected, it was like a micro-miracle.

  My blood glucose was not as good as yesterday, but it was notn too bad at all. The Contour meter read 7.1mmol/l. That was not as low as yesterday, but was still rather good. The GlucoRX meter read 7.8mmol/l - good, but not all that good. The GlucoFix meter read 7.9mmol/l. Once again perfectly good enough, but still a small disappointment. It is sort of odd that yesterday I don't recall eating as much sugary stuff as the day before, and yesterdays readings were far better despite cake and stuff.

  Today's main entertainment will be a walk through the park to The Jolly Farmers, and then a walk home. One walk, possibly going to then pub, will include a slight diversion to the Pharmacy where I hope my newest Mounjaro will have been delivered. I was going to do it on the way home, but I have been warned there is an chance that I will be joined by Kevin, and it could be more than a usual 2 or 3 pints of Guinness sort of session !









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