08:49 GMT

  I'm not sure how accurate the forecast is for today. As I write this there has been some rain, but right now the sun is shining, although it doesn't look like it will be shining for long considering how grey most of the sky is.The temperature should reach 14° C this afternoon, but then it will dip for a couple of hours before rising back again. Most of the day is forecast to be wet, but most of it will be light rain, or even drizzle. It may dry up at 8pm, and then it should stay dry. Tomorrow is currently forecast to be mostly sunny. The afternoon temperature should reach 13° C, but it will slowly fall to 8° C by midnight.

  According to this morning's health readings, I must have had a good day yesterday. It was actually a day when I didn't feel all that good, and I didn't feel like going out as I had originally hoped to do. I could describe as a boring day, but maybe it was just a day to do some intensive resting.

  My original plan for yesterday was that I would go shopping in Aldi, and because Aldi is just around the corner from the pharmacy I was going to call there first to order my next repeat prescription. I am not sure which had the biggest influence, but the rain and a sort of guts ache put me off going out. On top of that was that time seemed to be slipping away fast, and I had made no effort to have a shower or wash my hair.

  It was probably not much later than 10am when I realised I would not be going out. I tried to phone the pharmacy to order my repeat prescription, but they just had an answerphone on, and it basically said they could not take any messages, and to phone back later. That was annoying simply because it seemed like I might have to go out after all. I waited until gone midday, and possibly even after 1pm when I tried again. This time I got through, and all being well I will be able to pick up my big bag of drugs after the pub on Wednesday.

  I could relax after that, and that is exactly what I did - by the bucketful. Relaxing took my mind off of two things. One was not a "full feeling" from my stomach, but more a sort of full and burpy feeling. This was supposed to make me feel not hungry. In reality I wanted to eat more to trying and stop my stomach complaining. This was my actual stomach and not my belly area. That had it's own problems.

  I had a feeling that was like constipation, but was somehow subtly different. Once again it did not make me want to not eat, and instead it just sort of started a clock ticking as I counted the minutes to dinner time. Prior to that came lunch, and I was so looking forward to it even if my stomach was trying, but failing to tell me it was full. One problem is that it seemed to be full of gas and not food.

  My lunch was a ready made tuna and pasta "salad". I seem to have got out of the habit of checking the nutritional values since Mounjaro meant that I could tackle sugars in my diet like a non diabetic. I suspect that if I had checked it would have had quite a low amount of calories, and other things were possibly low as well. I think it did limit, but not stop any desire to snack later in the afternoon.

  I spent most of the rest of the morning, and the whole afternoon, usually laying on my bed reading, but I don't think I had a snooze despite feeling tired. With hindsight I don't think it was actually "sleepy tired" but something else brought about by the feeling of being a bit internally clogged up at both ends of my digestive tract. I think it was before dinner that it was mostly resolved (but it might have been after dinner - I can't seem to be sure when it was).

  I know it was at least very late afternoon when I was getting bored with a sort of almost, but not quite, constipated feeling. I went to the toilet and had an extra try at relieving the very mild, but very persistent discomfort. I think I had some sort of clue that maybe it was the right time, but what exactly that clue was is now unknown. The first time I went to the toilet nothing happened except maybe to make the feeling slightly worse.

  Half an hour, maybe a full hour later I tried again. This time it was like opening a bottle of Champagne. Once the "hard cork" was out the way.....whoosh ! It was quite substantial, and I felt better for it. This morning I felt even better for it, but I'll come to that in due course. I will remind of what I said yesterday - I felt like I was "full of crap". It seems I was !

  There is not a lot to say about yesterday evening that I haven't repeated endlessly over the months and maybe years. I watched a lot of TV and then went to bed. I think I was in bed not long after 9pm. I did read for little more than 10 or 20 minutes, but it felt like time for sleep. I was feeling OK, no heartburn or other maladies, and I was soon fast asleep.

  My dinner, which I forgot to describe, was a single portion (I think) beef lasagne, and some plain ice cream. The lasagne, a Tesco ready meal, was not very nice, and I will not be buying another did seem to be the sort of think that could cause heartburn, but maybe the plain ice cream I had afterwards saved me from that. The ice cream did add some sugar to my diet, and while I seem to have got away with it in the past, I did seem to get up to pee more frequently than recent nights.

  I don't remember much about the one dream I had last night, but I do remember what could be called the conclusion of it. Even that may not be quite true, because I think I made up some of the details while at least half awake after the dream. The dream was set on a boat. I have no idea where I was going, or where I had come from. The one thing from the dream was that the deck of the boat was made of a wooden grille structure.

  That wooden grill was painted. In the original dream it was either blue if it was expected to get very wet, or green if it was usually dry. In my after dream thoughts I added another couple of colours. The only one of great significance/interest was the area painted red. The red area was directly over the nuclear reactor, and it was not recommended to stay there too long. Quite why an apparently wooden ship had a nuclear reactor was never adequately explained.

  I seem to have fallen into a habit - the habit of getting up early, doing my health measurements and taking screen shots of the weather forecasts before going back to bed for as much sleep as I seem to need. It feels like a silly idea, but I can't see any reason not to do it except for some fairly rare occasions when I want to get up early. That should have been true this morning, but it didn't seem to be important this time.

  When I first went to the toilet I had a good pee, and I though I was going to empty more from my bowels, but apparently not. I then weighed myself, and it was rather good. Before I had breakfast I went and had another pee, and weighed myself again. I didn't record that figure in case it was just a flash in the pan, and tomorrow I would be heavier again. As it stands, almost certainly thanks to my explosive visit to the toilet yesterday, I seem to be 700gm lighter than yesterday, and seeing that yesterday I had lost 900gm since the day before, I do seem to be doing rather well at the moment.

  It is almost as if Mounjaro is working it's suggested miracles. I am sure that what I ate yesterday did not constitute "being on a diet" (although maybe it was very marginally the case). To have it happen two days running certainly suggests that is a factor I can't account for any other way.

  My blood glucose was good-ish this morning, but actually maybe it was slightly disappointing. It is curious that sometime my weight and blood glucose go in opposite directions. This morning the Contour meter read 6.6mmol/l, and the GlucoRX meter read 6.9mmol/l. Compared to before September they would be considered excellent readings, but now they are feeling boringly like "normal". Even lower should be achievable though. The GlucoFix meter was the big disappointment. It read 7.3mmol/l. I would never had thought of that as high until now, Not that it is really high - it just stands out next to the other two readings (and has pushed up the average to "nothing to boast about").

  The other health reading that I sometimes include is my blood pressure. This morning it is too low. It is 98/43, and that was on the first attempt, and with no preparation (deep breathing and other ways to try and feel relaxed). It is worse when I consider I am hardly relaxed right now. Today I am waiting in again for another Amazon delivery.

  Today's delivery will be of three bottles of rum - one Navy rum, the next a spiced black rum, and the last a golden spiced rum. I am already on high alert, and preparing to get very cross when they are delivered so late in the day. (As I write this at 10:44 it has not even left the depot). If I had started writing much earlier, as I was thinking of doing, I might have had time to have had a shower, and be able to nip out for the shops soon, but I just know it is going to be another day of quietly cursing until the rum is in my hands.








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