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  This morning there are two slightly different versions of the forecast. The Met Office predicted mist, but the BBC (screen shot above) didn't mention it. The air temperature was just 5° C this morning, but the surface temperature seemed low enough for a thin frost. It is beautifuly sunny as I write this, and we should get full sunshine until sun set at 3.51pm. Sadly, the sun will only warm the day up to 9° C by midday, and once the sun has set the temperature will fall to 6° C by 7pm, but at midnight it is shown as rising to 7° C. By 6am tomorrow it may be 8° C, and it will rise to 10° C by 11am. It will stay at 10° C until the end of the day. Like today, tomorrow should be a completely dry day, but obviously rather chilly.

  Yesterday was not a great day, but it was mostly satisfactory. There were things I was intending to do but didn't, and there were things I did do that I hadn't really planned to do. With a few exceptions that I will mention further down the page, I seemed to feel moderately good for a fair bit of yesterday.

  One of the things I had to do yesterday (maybe only for a small amount of "had to") was to collect the rest of my repeat prescription from the pharmacy - if they had been given permission to dispense the rest, which they had. Before that I had to finish yesterday's writing, and have a shower. The latter was not that satisfactory. Low water pressure (or so it seems to me) meant it was a delicate balancing act to get the water hot enough, without getting too hot, or going cold - which it was starting to do at the end.

  I did my best to try and walk to and from the pharmacy at less than full speed. I even put on a pair of trainers that should have slowed me, but they mysteriously seemed to be far more comfortable than they were (I guess I am starting to "wear them in"). For all my attempts to walk at a more sedate pace, I kept speeding up because walking slowly seemed hard work. I arrived at the pharmacy just starting to feel some discomfort from my chest.

  The good news is that they were ready to fulfil the complete prescription, but it was lucky they were doing it in front of me, and I noticed they had not included any blood glucose meter test strips. When I mentioned it the pharmacist remembered my reminder and that I said I did not want any new lancets for the finger pricking tool. I have more than a lifetime worth of them, and I don't even use the tool which came with my latest meter. I use a quite old one that seemed a better device.

  I had less luck keeping my walking speed down as I walked home again, and once again I was starting to feel uncomfortable when I got home. It was probably made a little worse by some indigestion. I had had a double portion of instant noodles for breakfast, and Mounjaro somehow kept them trapped in my stomach, and I was starting to get a bit burpy during the walk.

  Burping a bit was not too bad, but I had planned, and I was definitely looking forward to some lunch when I got home. Lunch was supposed to be a couple of Pannini rolls with beef and horseradish sauce. Unfortunately I hadn't realised I was almost out of Horseradish sauce (I did think I had a spare jar, but I couldn't find it). I had to use mustard on the second roll - which was actually quite nice, but not as nice as horseradish sauce.

  My breakfast being retained in my stomach was supposed to make me feel not hungry, but it didn't. Maybe I was just looking forward to the beef rolls too much. As I finished one roll I started to have difficulty swallowing. That is the practical effect of the Mounjaro. I persevered and just about managed to force the second roll down, but I was feeling very stuffed by then, and I almost thought I might end up vomiting it all up again.

  I had a nice lie down after lunch, but I could not relax too much. I had been informed that my beer delivery from Left Field Beers could arrive as early as 2pm. In fact it arrived at a very sensible time of 2.46pm. (Sensible compared to some of Amazon's annoying delivery times).

  I had ordered enough for two boxes, and most of the beers were special Xmas beers - some nice (I hope) and spiced, and some high strength (although not super strengths). In another week we can enjoy some of those beers to celebrate St Scrooge day !

  I am almost forgetting one thing I had to do before that beer delivery. It was not essential, but to make a bit more room I cut up the last beer delivery box into small flat sheets of cardboard as approved for putting in the recycling bin. I did the box cutting outside, and used the wheelie bins as useful work surfaces as I did it. My chest did not approve of the cold air, and I wanted a lie down, but by then I knew my next delivery was due any time in the next half hour - a fact semi confirmed by APC (who did the delivery) showing the progress of the driver on their website).

  While on the subject of beer....On the same day, the same hour, as when I made the order that was delivered yesterday, I ordered a big box of beers from Beer Merchants. At maybe quieter times of the year, they have always excelled at getting my orders here in just a couple of days.

  I didn't get a message to acknowledge my order, and when I checked their website it was just shown as "processing". I had checked my bank and knew they had taken my money. I was starting to feel a bit worried, but just this morning I got a message from DPD to say they were expecting my order from Beer Merchants. On past experience that will get my box of beers late this afternoon, and if tomorrow was not a Sunday I could expect my delivery sometime tomorrow morning. I assume they don't deliver on a Sunday, but maybe with Xmas looming I would not completely rule it out. The beers on order are mostly lighter stuff, and it would be handy to have them in the fridge, chilling ready to drink at Sunday's beer tasting session.

  Once the beer that had just been delivered, and inspected to remind me of what I bought, and checked for any damage, I could have had a long lie down. That it what I wanted, but I had one special job to do. After my shower I had put in two t-shirts, my "Catford" t-shirts, in to soak, and I wanted to complete the job, and get them hung up to dry ready for use (just one of them) today - if I managed to get myself out into cold and black night to go to the Life Of Brian gig that I so want to go to tonight.

  I did have a short lie down, and read a few pages of the book I am reading, before doing half the rinses. Fortunately, unlike towels, t-shirts seem to rinse out very easily. I could not raise the enthusiasm to do the job in one go, and I stopped again for a snack. It seemed ludicrous to eat again after having so much trouble with my lunch, but maybe I am ludicrous. It was only a small snack of two small packets of crisps, but it did the trick, and I had no trouble eating them.

  After I finished the t-shirts I hung them up to dry in the front room. I was so pleased/relieved when I saw how much credit my electricity account had on it that I felt no qualms at using a few hours of warm air from a fan heater on low to speed up the drying. After a few hours I reverted to just a desk fan, and that was blowing at them all night. This morning they feel cold, but they will soon warm up when I take them into a warmer room.

  Once the t-shorts were dry I went back to laying on my bed reading, but there were only a few hours until dinner time. I think my experience at lunchtime of having to force my lunch down my throat, did mean I opted for a smaller dinner than I might otherwise have had. I had one small Tesco Chicken Korma curry ready meal, and I followed that with some ice cream. It was more ice cream than intended because I realised I was so close to the bottom of the tub that I just carried on until it was finished.

  The curry was nice, but not very spicy, and so unlikely to cause any heartburn, and I don't think ice cream ever causes heartburn (and possibly cures it). It all meant that after watching a load of TV until 11pm I could go to bed, and fall asleep with no problems at all. I seemed to sleep well, and I don't remember getting up to pee nearly as much as I expected.  I do remember having one or even two dreams, but all details seem to have evaporated a few minutes after getting up.

  I did sleep a bit later than usual this morning, and I definitely seem to have formed a bad habit of going back to bed for more sleep after a fake getting up. This morning I think I only went back to bed fro as little as half an hour after going to the toilet - pee and poo this morning ! Before I weighed myself I managed one more small pee. The "official" result is that this morning I seem to have lost 600gm, and I am 200gm lighter than when I first started taking Mounjaro. My weight is still up and down, and it has been lower a few times.

  My blood glucose is very satisfactory this morning, although some days in the last month have been better. The Contour meter read 6.8mmol/l, and the GlucoFix meter read the same. Any reading starting with a six is good, but the GlucoRX meter went one better to an excellent 5.9mmol/l. Today may be one of those mornings when maybe my blood pressure is a bit too low. It was 110/48. I'm not sure how low it has to get, but that is at least heading into the territory where it can start to affect my kidneys. The trouble is, no one (doctors and nurses) says what to do if it is too low, and some doctors in the past would wanted it to go as low as just enough to sustain life (albeit in a coma)(at least that is the impression they gave).

  I can't say I feel that good this morning. My main complaint is a headache - the sort of headache that is more often blamed on high blood pressure. I think I fancy a nice lie down soon, and maybe a snooze. I seem to have time for one. I don't intend to do much today, and I think I want to eat sparingly. I may well finally do the shopping in Savers and Poundstretcher that I have been meaning to do for a week now. Some shopping in Tesco would be useful as well, but maybe I will do that tomorrow.

  The main thing on the agenda today is to try and raise the courage to go out on a cold night to go to the Life Of Brian Gig in Backheath (almost Charlton). One possible mortal blow to the plan is that I think I was mistaken in believing I could get off one bus, and get a bus that stops outside the pub, at the same bus stop. Looking at it yesterday it seems like either of the two buses I can get from Catford do not stop at the same bus stop as the bus that would take me to directly outside the pub.

  Maybe further research is needed, and maybe I'll find getting off the first bus a few stops earlier may be an option. It is either that or a long cold walk that in the past has been proven to give chest pains. At least in the other direction the walk seems very slightly down hill. The real bugger is that I want to take my very heavy Nikon camera so I can hope to get some really great shots of the band. Without that weight (which includes an extra lens [also quite heavy] plus flash gun, spare batteries and other photographic stuff) it could almost be a pleasant walk....only on a warm summer's evening !








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