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  This morning has started with some sunny spells - which are not shown in the forecast ! It was also not raining, although it was very wet from rain during the night. It may stay dry until midday when drizzle will start to fall. The next five hours will feature light rain, and by 2pm the temperature will have risen from a 10° C start to 12° C. The rain may stop at 6pm, and the rest of the evning will be dry. By midnight the temperature may have only dropped to 9° C. Tomorrow morning should see the temperature at the same 9° C. It is looking like tomorrow will feature drizzle or light rain every hour until 8pm. The maximum temperature will peak at 4pm and 6pm (but not 5pm) and it could be 14° C.

  Yesterday was quite good, because yesterday I didn't feel as bad as I did the day before. In fact for a lot of the time I almost felt normal (whatever that is). There was one time when I did not feel good.....err make that two times, and I shall explain both as I get to them in my narrative for the day.

  I didn't feel fully recovered from my "man 'flu" the day before, but I did feel good enough to do one experiment. That experiment had mixed results. I wanted some things from the shops, and so once I had finished writing, and had a bit of a rest, I had a shower. I probably should have washed my hair, but I thought I could geta way with it just for a shopping trip. It had been a slow morning, although I didn't realise how slow until I realised it was 1pm by the time I had washed and dressed.

  I had pondered the idea of going to Aldi, but Tesco is a minute or two nearer, and so I headed out to Tesco. I can't say I was feeling good enough to run to Tesco (but that has never happened in my lifetime before), and nor did I feel like I could do a brisk walk. I probably did manage to keep up a sort of average walking to Tesco kind of pace. If I hadn't been closely monitoring how I felt I may not have noticed that I could not give it my best.

  The only really negative, or just annoying thing, was when I was halfway around the store, and out of the blue something tickled my throat, and I started to cough. It took a minute or two to control it. One thing about this "man 'flu" is that it has not involved any coughing, although I did experience a drippy nose a few times. Admittedly that really only happened when I went into areas of cold air.

  As usual, I didn't have a real shopping list, but I did have a sort of imaginary one, and at the top of that list was 2 litre bottles of Diet Coke, and some ice cream. I also hoped to find some reduced price sandwiches even though I usually over stuff myself with them. Yesterday I had to resort to buying a few full price sandwiches, and also some full price pasta salads. I don't know why I did it because I over stuffed myself again - but not as bad as after my previous shopping trip to Tesco.

  I ended up buying a fair amount, but not as much as sometimes. That may have been because it feels like I have been spending too much when shopping, and I might have also subconsciously thought that I was not up to carrying home a lot of heavy shopping. Whether I had thought that without realising it, I had still bought enough to make the walk home particularly arduous.

  I felt quite tired by the time I got home, and I was seriously thinking that maybe I should have bought a lot less, or even stayed in the warm. The way I felt meant I did not hold back on what I had for my lunch. I have to admit it was excessive, and I should have learned my lesson the previous time I went shopping.

  My initial thought was that I just felt tired after going out shopping, and that I fancied a lie down, and a snooze. My second thought was that yes, I was feeling slightly full, and my third thought was of guilty feelings - feeling that would severely modify what I would have for dinner later on.

  I spent a lot of the afternoon laying on my bed. I read quite a bit, and I did have at least one snooze. I have a sort of feeling I might have had two snoozes. During periods when I was awake and had plenty of time for thoughts, I planned my dinner. I may have been feeling slightly stuff, but I could not ignore the reality of having dinner. This is not the way it is supposed to work, but it does, and I can't do a lot about it.

  However I can do a little bit about it. One thing I did was to deny myself the sausages I had already precooked, and the fresh rolls I was going to have them in *. I decided to try and make my dinner fairly light, and in a way it was. In fact it must have been when I consider some of my health readings this morning. What I ended up having for dinner was two Pepperami sticks (the hot ones) and a big taste of some new ice cream I had bought (a potentially very unhealthy crunchy caramel flavour)(I was hoping that the Mounjaro would take care of all the sugar in it).

* There was another reason not to make those sausages in rolls - I have run out of tomato ketchup, and I forgot to buy more yesterday.

  My dinner may have been weird, but it was very enjoyable as I ate it while watching the 6 O'clock news. My evening was an almost typical TV evening, but there was one major difference. Instead of watching old repeats of Have I got News For You on Dave, I watched what I think was a brand new on on BBC1. There was also a new QI on BBC2 that followed half an hour after Have I Got News For You Ended (which was an annoying half an hour). Unfortunately it was another where Sandi Toksvig had invited some very weird guests, and I turned off after about 5 minutes because I was not enjoying it.

  I ended up in bed a bit earlier than I might have done, but that was OK because I was feeling quite tired. I may have made the mistake of not trying for sleep straight away. I spent 15 or 20 minutes reading. It was Douglas Adams' "The Salmon Of Doubt". That caused an interesting experience.

  When I put the book down, and turned out the light, I seemed to fall into an extremely light sleep. I started dreaming during the very light sleep, and while it was not exactly lucid dreaming, but very close to it. I was aware I was dreaming, but I also seemed to be still awake. I guess it was more like a day dream.....maybe. It could also have been something related to schizophrenia - one half of my brain asleep, and the other making suggestions to the dream. Basically I seemed to be dreaming in the writing style of Douglas Adams, and it was as if I would make suggestions to myself to explore some of the weird stuff in his writing (with The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy providing most of the inspiration).

   It was an interesting and enjoyable experience. I don't know if it stopped because I needed to go for a pee, or if I went into deeper sleep and it turned into a proper dream, and then woke up to pee. I think I probably woke up to pee several time in the night, and I am sure I had another notable dream, but evidently not notable enough because I can't remember a thing about it apart from a possible hint that it might have involved a pub.

  I seemed to mostly sleep quite well last night, but I did wake up at least one time that I thought was too early for me to get up. It was gone 7am when I finally got up, and I suppose that is probably my average time these days. I first went to to the toilet. I had a pee, but it felt like I needed a poo as well. I did pass a bit of wind, but that was all. It was annoying because I don't remember having a poo yesterday, and maybe not even the day before that. Yesterday I admitted that my weigh seemed high because I was probably "full of crap" !

  My weight did seem stubbornly high. I had hoped my unusual dinner might have helped to make for a small reduction. It initially did, but it was only a drop of 100gm. I was fortunate that before I ate my breakfast I tried again, and this time....whoosh ! I weighed myself again, and this time I was very happy that my weight was 600gm less than yesterday morning. If I can manage another 800gm I will be back to where I was before I started putting weight on.

  My blood glucose measurements were not so good this morning, but still sort of good. The Contour meter, and the GlucoFix meter both read 6.8mmol/l.  It is sometimes better, but it is not too far off typical in the last month or two. The GlucoRX meter gave a better reading (as it often does) of 6.0mmol/l. With just a drop of 0.1 I would have scored a much coveted "Five". I suppose all this is actually a bit of a miracle after that very sweet crunchy caramel ice cream I had last night.

  This morning I feel neither good nor bad. It seems very wrong, but that suggests I have cured myself of "man 'flu". Well, maybe not entirely because I have had some headaches that seem to wash up and down like the tide. I can't even blame them on high blood pressure. That was my first thought, but I've just checked my blood pressure, and it was an almost perfect 123/54..... Maybe not perfect, but perfectly normal.

  There are one or two things I might try and do today, but all will have to wait until I have had a delivery from Amazon. My packet should contain two lots of blood glucose test strips for my GlucoRX blood glucose meter. I have just been informed they are out for delivery. That seems a lot earlier than most days. It may be because they are classed a medical supplies and they could be coming in a van that mostly does Amazon Prime deliveries. It is possible (but probably unlikely) they could be here soon after lunchtime instead of the infuriating 6 to 7pm of many deliveries. I just hope they provide some actual tracking information so I can get a better estimate of when to expect them.

  If my delivery is later than hoped, I should have time for a shower, and maybe also wash my hair. If the delivery is early enough in the afternoon then I may have the time and inclination to do a bit more shopping. There are a few non essential things it would be useful to get from Savers, and if I go there I might as well have a wander around Poundstretcher while I am out.








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