06:44 GMT

  Yesterday reverted back to being a wet day with rain almost all day long. It was also quite cold. The morning started at 4° C, according to my thermometers, and the late afternoon high was possibly just 8° C at 4pm.
  It looks damp outside, but as per the forecast, it doesn't seem to be raining. I can see blue patches of sky, and with luck we will get the forecast sunny spells this morning. Sadly, it seems that from 11am the rain will return, and continue until 7pm. It is currently just under 6° C. and if we are lucky the afternoon may see 9° C, but in the rain it doesn't mean much. By midnight the temperature may dip to 6° C, and the forecast says the sky will be clear by then. Tomorrow may start with a frost, although the air temperature is predicted to be 3° C at daybreak. It will warm up a bit, but not much, and the afternoon high may be just 7° C. It should be a dry day, and there could be some sunny spells to start with, followed by non stop sunshine. The first hint of rain could be at midnight tomorrow when it shows just a 10% chance of rain.

  After the excitement of Saturday, yesterday was rather dull. There was one thing I achieved that was more relief than satisfaction. Overall it was a typical Sunday - mostly boring ! The afternoon drinking session could have been boring too, but that was when I had a little achievement.

  I find I have very little to say about a lot of yesterday. I had a snooze or two, and I read for some time. It was not until the afternoon that I did a few things, and some, like washing and polishing the beer glasses, I did at the last minute. I can't even be sure what I had for lunch, although it very likely included another of my new, and previously untried packets of instant noodles.

  My dinner would be different. Before Jodie arrived and the beer tasting commenced, I prepared my dinner, and started to pre-cook it. It was actually quite simple, but very tasty. It consisted of "rustic roasting root vegetables" plus a couple of ready to eat chicken thighs. The chicken would get a lot more roasting as I roasted the root vegetables on top of the chicken. Later in the cooking I topped it all off with some sweet potato fries.

  When Jodie arrived she had little to say except to slightly moan that most of the beers that were left in the fridges, and there were quite a lot of beers in them, were all a bit strong. I didn't ask, but that usually indicates that she had a hangover. The good thing is that some of those "strong" (I would call them medium strength) beers were nicer for me than some of the occasionally even stronger than some of the weird and nasty fruit sour beers that Jodie likes.

  It made for a quiet start to the drinking, and that was made worse by no music because I still had not got the ancient (2012 ?) iMac 8 computer back into working order after I tried resizing some hard disk partitions and rendered it unbootable. I had tried a few repair techniques earlier, and more yesterday afternoon. It all displayed my lack of familiarity with Apple computers, and UEFI booting. What finally got it going was to re-install MX 25.1 Linux, and allow it to use the whole of the hard disk as it saw fit. That meant wiping the home partition with all the music, and other stuff on it. That was irritating, but no great loss because only copies of stuff from my back up disks were on it.

  At this point I have to leave this unfinished because it is almost time for me to go to an appointment with the nurse at the Group Practice. This is to hopefully get back on Mounjaro, and get my blood glucose back under control. I was also going to get her to check the dressing over the big hole in my thigh where my new heart valve started it's journey, being push up through a large artery to my heart. The dressing fell after after I had a shower, and the wound looks OK to my eyes, but I still need to take care not to poke of scratch it. I think I will ask the nurse's advice about it.......back in an hour or so.

13:23 GMT

  A little longer than an hour......

   Back to where I left off..... We had a few nice beers, but at about 6.45pm, or thereabouts, Jodie left to (hopefully - and I assume she did) meet Alan on the train that he had got on at London Bridge, and that they would use to go on to Clockhouse station, and from there the short walk to The Three Hounds bar.

  Once Jodie had left I had my dinner. By then it was very nicely roasted, maybe a bit over roasted, but it was rather delicious. I watched some TV while I ate, and then watched some more until it seemed like time for bed. I had intended to try and get to sleep early because I had to get up early this morning. I didn't go straight to sleep, but I did manage to get to sleep in time to get enough sleep that I could be sure to get up at around 7am this morning. My actual deadline was to get up at 8am, but 7am mean less rushing about.

  After a fair sleep, which did include getting up for a pee several times, I got up with plenty of time to spare. I had another pee, but didn't seem to need to poo. I weighed myself and found I had put on no more than 100gm, and if I had had the poo I thought I might/should have, it is possible I might have found I had lost 100gm.

  My blood glucose was not too bad, or not too good - it depends which blood glucose meter was closest to the truth. Usually at least two closely agree with each other, and on a good day all three may be in close agreement - but not today ! The newest meter, the GlucoFix meter gave a very bad reading of 9.6mmol/l - just a bit under the red line. The GlucoRX meter read 8.8mmol/l - almost acceptable. The Contour meter read 7.9mmol/l, and that is almost good !

  After doing my health checks I had a shower. I had thought of having one the previous night, but after the beer I was feeling too relaxed, and I didn't fancy doing anything except being very lazy. I would say the morning shower felt good, but the water was only a but above tepid, and not hot enough to be really enjoyable. However it was hot enough to soften the glue that was holding the dressing over the entry hole where my new heart valve started it's journey, through a big artery to my heart.

  I towelled myself dry, and did my best not to disturb that dressing, and I thought everything was OK until I came back to my bedroom. I feel sure I just lightly touched the dressing, and it fell off into my hand. I checked where it had been, and I could see two wounds. One was just a scratch, but the other was obviously once a bigger hole. They looked dry, and clean. That was a good sign, and I wondered if I should even bother talking to the nurse about it.

  After getting dressed I was ready to take a slow walk to the General Practice, and see the nurse. The only trouble was when I tried the screen to log in my arrival it denied I should be there. I went to reception, and they double checked, but they could find no appointment made for me. I have no idea what went on there. Maybe it was all a dream when I thought I had phoned, and was given a time and date !

  Fortunately the lady on the reception desk was sympathetic (did she know something I didn't ???). She said she could see a cancelled appointment with a different nurse, who did handle some diabetes patients, at 10am. I said I would take it. I had over an hour to kill and so I came home and had some breakfast - a bowl of smoked black bean flavour instant noodles. At least the noodles were proper wheat noodles, and not the silly rice noodles, but the flavouring was not very strong.

  Walking back to the surgery with breakfast swilling around in me slowed me down a little bit, but not much, and like the first time, my knees complained a bit, and my ankles a bit more. Neither was anything like as bad as when I was walking to and from the pub last Saturday. I arrived at the surgery (or "Group Practice"), and this time I could log in. I then sat down and waited. It was probably about 10:05am when I was called to room 12.

  I think it may have been the first time I have met Nurse Gemma. She seemed nice enough, but she did seem a good candidate for Mounjaro. On the plus side she could not say anything negative about my weight without seeming to be a hypocrite. I think I said that there were two reasons to see her, but one didn't really matter now. The main reason was to get back on Mounjaro so my blood glucose was better controlled (and if there was any weight loss it was just a useful side effect).

  That is where we ran into a problem. Gemma, unlike Jane (and not Ann who I thought I wanted to see) is not able to prescribe any medicines, and as such she could not help me directly, but then she had a good idea. It seems unusual for any of the staff to be that helpful, but she said that if I waited for her she would go and use a phone elsewhere to see if she could speak to Jane who was actually doing a shift at their other site.

  Somehow she did get to speak to Jane. Obviously I don't know what was said, but 5 minutes later Gemma came back with the good news that she had spoken to Jane. Jane must have looked up my notes, and sent the prescription to the pharmacy for my next Mounjaro pen. It seems she wants to start me off on the dosage I had last had instead of the next dosage up. That seemed fine for controlling my blood glucose, but I think I was starting to see some weight loss that could be attributed to Mounjaro, and it would have been interesting to see if the next stronger dose might have improved on that.

  The other thing I was told was that Jane had asked to book me an appointment to see Jane in a months time, and she did just that. Then she asked what was the other thing I had originally wanted her to do. I told her about the dressing, and how I had been hoping she would see if it needed a new dressing, but after it fell off that didn't seem so important. Gemma said she would take a look anyway - which meant dropping my trousers (there is no dignity inside surgeries and hospitals, and I don't care these days).

  She took a look at the wound, and said she could see a tiny bit of seepage, but it was healing well. I suggested that the basic big (Tesco) sticking plaster I had included with the kit given to me by the hospital, seemed like it might do the job well. It did, and she stuck it on for me. In my opinion it was only really needed to stop me accidently scratching at the wound if it itched in the night.

  With all that done I walked home again. Once indoors I think I had a chunk of cake, and then, instead of getting straight back to writing this, I had a snooze. I'm not sure if I intended to. I had intended to just lay on my bed and read a few pages from the book I am reading, but I closed my eyes, and soon I was fast asleep. I may have slept for an hour, but all I really know is that it was getting close to lunch time when I woke up.

  I've had another pack/bag of instant noodles for my dinner. This lot were Korean style Kimchi flavour. They were nice enough, but another make (whose packet I remember, but not the makers name) is better. While I was in the kitchen I prepared tonight's dinner without having a clear idea of what I wanted. I have baked a sweet potato. I thought that maybe I might have it with cheese and beans, but on second thoughts probably not. I also roasted some "Mediterranean style) vegetables, and I think I'll have those with the sweet potato, also with cheese.

  I did have a very loose plan to go to The Jolly Farmers tonight. They have a jam night in there that is apparently not very entertaining at all. I was curious about it, but having walked to the surgery twice today, I don't feel like a lot more exercise. Also, if I am stuff full of sweet potato and fillings, I doubt I will want to move much anyway. I can't rule out that I won't go 100%, but it is feeling very unlikely. What is likely is that I am about to have my afternoon snooze !

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