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  This morning has started wet, but some hours this morning may be dry. The afternoon will continue to be wet, but from 5pm it may be dry until some drizzle falls at 1am tomorrow morning. Like nearly all afternoons recently, it will be 9° C.  The ends of the day may be 7° C. Tomorrow is going to be cold. The day will start and end on 5° C, and the afternoon may see 6° C. There will be light rain all day long.

  Yesterday was good in parts. Being very lazy was the best part ! Having a shower was a good part too, but most of the rest of the time was nothing spectacular, and that included the Sunday afternoon beer drinking session. Maybe some cooking I did was quite good.

  I suppose it is just brain cells dying off, but I am having a hard time remember much of yesterday. Maybe an alternative explanation is that nothing really happened to attach memories to. One thing I do remember was having a shower, and perhaps only because of one dramatic moment. As I was washing my inner thing I felt a lump, and wondered what it was. I gave it a squeeze and it turned out to be a boil that I was not really aware was there. Usually it would be quite painful long before it burst, but not this time.

  It was a sober reminder that tomorrow, if all is well a big hole will be cut into my other thigh (approx where the leg joins the body), and it is where my new heart valve will begin it's journey, pushed through an artery, all the way to my heart. It would be handy if that hole is as painless as my burst boil. That boil, once burst, cause quite a flood of blood down my leg. I had to dry that bit of my leg using a face flannel (which I hope I scrubbed clean afterwards), and although I could not see the hole, I managed to get a supersized sticking plaster on it. It has not bothered me since, although I have a horrible idea that when I take that plaster off it might take a few hairs with it - depending on how accurately I placed it.

  I did have a plan to go out shopping once I had showered, but the rain outside put me off, and besides I was running very late yesterday. I had my morning snooze after my shower, and I didn't wake up until lunch time. It seems stupid, but I am having a hard time remembering what I had for lunch. I think it was a small plate of chips cooked in my mini oven. One innovation was to use some of the spray cooking oil on the foil before I started cooking. It was a recommendation Jodie made, and it worked really well - no scraping off chips with the danger of taking bits of foil with them - they just slid off straight onto my plate.

  After another short rest, but not a snooze, I decided it was high time I washed the beer glasses ready for the afternoon beer tasting session. I also washed a few things that had been soaking in the sink, and gave some of the kitchen surfaces a wipe down. There was more I could or should have done, but it seemed sufficient at the time.

  I guess the next thing of note was the beer tasting session. It was only Jodie for this session, and no one else to provide a bit of conversation. As usual, Jodie was lost in her phone for a lot of time, and only spoke when we were selecting another beer to try - and even then she sometimes only muttered the words "I've already had that beer". It was far from intellectually stimulating, but we did have a few good beers. One was a Rye beer from one of Jodie's favourite breweries - Pohalla in Finland*. Jodie said she didn't like Rye beers and so I was first to try it. It was rather good - a fact Jodie confirmed once she actually tried it.

* Pohalla have a most terrible web site that relies on loads of scripts, cookies, and third parties. I have yet to see how the page should look because I reject all those security risks. Chances are it is perfectly safe, but I thought it best to warn you.

  Jodie was meeting Alan in The Three Hounds (a few shops down from Clock House station), he was drinking "unsupervised", and Jodie did not want to be late so she could supervise his drinking (if he let her). She left to get the 6:17pm train to Hayes from Catford Bridge. Once I knew her plans I started my dinner cooking. Once again I used the spray cooking oil on the aluminium foil, and once again nothing stuck to it. This is a luxury I should have started ages ago!

  My dinner was not healthy in almost any way. It was more chips and some fish fingers. Just for a change I had them the Dutch/Belgium way by using mayonnaise instead of vinegar. It was a nice enough dinner, but not very exciting. It filled a hole, and that was about the only positive thing about it. I watched some of the BBC News channel while eating, but it was a miserable experience. It seems nothing good, or even bad but funny, is happening in the world at the moment.

  When the news became far to tedious I changed channels and found the E4 channel were showing some brand dnew episodes of The Simpsons - almost the only entertainment on TV on a Sunday night. This is why Sunday's have always been the worst day of the week for me. When I was still working I used to look forward to going back to work on a Monday (while all around me others hated Monday mornings).

  For reasons I shall get to in a paragraph or two, I need as much sleep as I can get for a short while. I think I still watched something, probably Have I Got News For You, until 10pm when I went to bed. To my great annoyance I could not get to sleep straight away....or so it seemed, and so I was quite surprised to wake up needing a pee. I had taken my prescribed diuretic in among my evening drugs, and that had me up peeing quite a few times in the night.

  One sort of interesting thing in the night was a dream. In this dream I am not sure who, or what I was. Sometimes it was almost as if I was just a narrator, and at other times it was like I was a doctor. The dream featured a patient who I never actually saw, and had some problem with his, or her (I think it might have been a her) hand. Once again I never actually saw the hand, but I think I either saw xrays of it, or diagrams in a book.

  What I did know is that the and needed re-constructive surgery. The ext books told me that the existing blood supply should be OK, but recommended that a new blood vessel (taken from elsewhere in the body - maybe the leg) be threaded down the arm from a the shoulder where it would be grafted onto a main artery. It was interesting looking up how that should be done (although I only saw pictures and no readable text).

  During the whole dream I never saw the hand, and had no idea why it needed this re-constructive surgery. I think it was just before the dream ended that I saw an image of the patient in the Arctic, and I guessed the problem was severe frostbite. The whole dream was mostly about information with no actual action. I woke up from it with everything the same within the dream as it was at the start of the dream.

  In my quest for as much sleep as possible, I did what has become almost common now - I got up to go to the toilet, refreshed the weather forecast pages so I could later take screen shots of them starting at 7am, and then went back to sleep. The chance to get up twice, with a visit to the toilet on both occasions, and also being able to have a poo before I ate breakfast, meant I was able to record that I had only put on 800gm since yesterday. That is rather a lot, but my weight is still not too terrible.

  My blood glucose was not too good this morning. The very first reading I took was over the red line with a reading of 10.1mmol/l. I took that reading a second time, and then it was 8.5mmol/l, and while lower would be nice, that was just about good enough. Once I get back on the Mounjaro all my readings should be a lot lower. The other two readings were 8.8mmol/l (not too bad) and 9.1mmol/l (not too good !). I must admit that while I have no safety net (Mounjaro) I have been rather reckless in what snacks I have been eating - too much chocolate !

  Oh well, at least my blood pressure is pretty good this morning. It is 112/46. It is probably even really good considering what happens today and tomorrow. Tomorrow should be the second attempt at getting my new heart valve inserted after the procedure was cancelled last Tuesday. This means no eating or drinking after midnight tonight - in theory. In practice I need to try and eat lightly for the rest of the day (so I don't start tomorrow feeling bloated and constipated like last time). Apparently, no drinking after midnight does not include plain water, and so unlike last time I won't be quite as dehydrated when I get to the hospital, but it still does mean only sips of water and not pints of it !

  I should be being picked up at 5am tomorrow for my Patient Transport ride to the the Hospital (last time they were nearly an hour late, and we still got to the hospital more than half an hour early ! ). I expect it will be another horrendous ride in the dark and rain, with several other patients to be picked up from diverse places - and so another long and circuitous route to the hospital crammed in the back of the bus.

  After last weeks cancellation I hope I am near the top of the list, and will have my procedure done quite early once I get there. Last week it was a very long and boring wait until I found out that two of us had had our procedures cancelled. If I wake up from the anaesthetic with no problems (like I did back in 2013 when I had my bypass operation) I could be discharged after one night in the hospital. If there are any problems (which I would try and hide) it might mean two nights in hospital.

  The most significant thing is that I will not have time to write anything tomorrow. It is possible that I could write something late in the afternoon the day after, but I probably won't bother - I'll be too busy catching up on all the sleep I didn't get while in hospital. I will get fed while in hospital - after the anaesthetic has worn off - but I think I could easily be tempted to make another pizza order like I did when I got home last time.

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