The sky is definitely cloudy enough that light rain at 8am, as shown in the forecast above, does seem very possible. However the clouds are starting to dissipate, and we should/could soon see some sunny spells, and from midday there could be full sunshine (which I find hard to believe). The sunshine should raise the afternoon temperature to 26° C. It looks like it will be another cold night with the temperature down to 15° C. The cold start to tomorrow may not last long because full sunshine is forecast for the first hours of the morning. From 10am some light cloud will return, and the rest of the daylight hours may only see sunny spells. Tomorrow afternoon may see 25° C.

  I described much of tomorrow morning, after I got back from the surgery, and there is no more to add to that - except one thing. I was told I could pick up my next repeat prescription if I went to the pharmacy after 5pm, but I couldn't be bothered to go out again. One reason for that was that I was not feeling good - which isn't quite the same as feeling bad. I seemed to be lacking in enthusiasm by then, and decided it would make no difference if I went to the pharmacy this morning. There also a feeling like there is a better chance of the prescription being made up, and ready to take away this morning.

  I could describe how I felt after my visit to the surgery in one of two ways, and I am not sure which one is more valid. On the one hand I felt tired after rushing to and from the surgery. On the other hand it felt like the most important thing of the day had been done, and I could sort of freewheel for the rest of the day.

  I like the idea that I was just freewheeling because it is a more posh way of saying that I did bugger all for the rest of the day. I did genuinely feel sort of tired, and lacking in energy, and of course that put the dampers on feeling like doing anything. I guess both definitions are right. If what I measured in my morning's (this morning) health readings is anything to go by then what I mostly did was to eat too much yesterday.

  Oddly enough it never seemed like I was eating too much, and maybe it was just a couple of poor choices. I definitely felt quite peckish by lunchtime, but I don't recall eating much more than 4 mini port pies. I may have eaten some ice cream, and I have an idea that I ate a small chocolate bar. That would not have done me much good.

  I spent most of my afternoon laying on my bed reading. There were several times when I felt my eyes starting to close, and I did not fight it - I had no reason to. I may have snoozed for over an hour, and possibly 2 hours once some of the briefer spells of sleep are added up. I am unsure why I needed so much sleep. It was almost as if I needed the sleep as part of the cure for something I didn't know I had.

  I was broken out of my comfort zone at 6pm. I wanted to watch the BBC 6pm news as I usually do every day now. I turned on the TV, and the electronic programme guide said I should be watching the news, but all I could see were a load of silly men kicking a ball around. Just to add insult to injury, there was an electronic "sticker" on my screen saying I should buy a TV licence. It is a shame that I received my new TV licence a couple of day ago, although it is feeling a lot like a big rip off if the advertise one thing, the news, and show some other crap instead. I should demand my money back with extreme prejudice !

  I was maybe prevented from declaring all out nuclear war on the BBC because I was enjoying a nice dinner while getting a poor substitute for the usual national and then London news by watching the BBC news channel on Freeview. I say enjoying dinner, but I was only just enjoying it. It was a ready prepared, and stick it in the oven for a full hour, pork with crackling. I ate it with some boiled sweet potato - which seemed nicer than the pork. The pork was "nice" but I was expecting ambrosia, and maybe it would have been if I had started cooking it from raw ingredients. Maybe the worst thing was the sachet of apple sauce. It was definitely apple flavoured, but I think it may have been 75% sugar - probably corn syrup.

  I can't seem to remember if I had any ice cream as a dessert. I don't think I did. Maybe I knew that the apple sauce would be very bad for me. After dinner I watched more TV, but despite all the snoozing I had done in the afternoon, I seemed to be feeling quite sleepy, and I headed to bed before I had run out of things to watch. I intended to spend some time reading in bed, but I decided not to fight the sleepy feeling. I doubt it was much after 10pm, and possibly earlier, when I fell into what may have been a deep sleep.

  I don't remember anything of my sleep until I woke up a little after 3am. Principally I needed a pee, but I had a great deal of trouble trying to get back to sleep. My bedroom temperature had fallen to that very inconvenient figure (which I can't really put a number on) where it seems really chilly without the duvet, and sweaty hot under the duvet. I suspect I did get some sleep as I experimented with different limbs left uncovered by the duvet in the hope I might find the golden combination.

  Mostly it felt like I had no sleep for the rest of the night. I think I got up, or at least stopped trying to sleep, just before 6am.  One additional problem was that sort of halfway stage between not constipated and being constipated. I felt no physical discomfort, but a lot of mental discomfort because I knew I must have needed to have a large poo, but nothing seemed to be moving. That situation is still the same as I write this. Food went in, and so the waste must come out, but seems to be in no hurry.

  It is a shame I have not yet done a large poo because one may have improved my weight a bit. At the moment I have recorded a weight gain of 700gm - which is annoying, as well as probably proof that I do need to pass a large bowel movement. I don't think that would do anything for my blood glucose readings which also show I must have eaten more than I can remember - and much of it not good for my blood glucose.

  My three blood glucose readings are terrible again, although a tiny weeny bit better than yesterday. I got readings of 10.2, 8.4, and 10.4mmol/l. It is odd how the middle reading of 8.4mmol/l would have been acceptable if it had been the only reading I took. The average of all three readings was 9.67, and that is actually very, very slightly better than yesterday which was 9.97mmol/l. Both are quite high enough for potentially bad things to happen, and mostly likely a cause of why I feel tired still.

  The first thing I have to do this morning is have a shower. My high blood glucose is making me feel quite sweaty as I write this. Once I have showered I can get dressed, and go to the pharmacy to (hopefully) collect my new repeat prescription. While I am there I might pop around the corner to buy some stuff from Aldi - although the wisdom of that might be stupid while my blood glucose is so high.

  The other thing to do before the afternoon is to clear a backlog of washing up in the kitchen sink, and give the work surfaces a wipe over. Jodie is back from Finland (or should be), and so later this afternoon we should be having a beer tasting session. One possible reason for shopping in Aldi would be to scour their beer shelves for anything new or interesting, and possibly to just get some know nice beer to drink. Of course none of that would be of any interest to Jodie who prefers to only drink beer she has never drunk before (which make me wonder why I call it a beer tasting session as if we are finding the best beers so we can drink more of them).