Yesterday was another day when little happened. There were several things I thought I would do, but I went beyond lazy....or something like that.

   I was up semi early yesterday, and started writing by 9am, but after I had finished writing I thought I would have a lie down and read for a bit, or have a snooze. I did both, and found I didn't want to stop doing them. My intention was to have a shower, and wash my hair, but I did neither. That also meant I didn't go out for a walk, or to get any shopping.

  I did stop readings and snoozing when it was lunch time, but even my lunch was, or seemed to be the result of laziness. In fact it was inspired by a phone call and letter sent as an email attachment. It seems that on the 19th march I am having the threatened colonoscopy. It will mean some preparations. For four days leading up to it I will need to go on a low fibre diet - the sort of diet that can give me bad constipation. That seems counter productive, but on the other hand I will also be sent some picolax - an industrial strength laxative. I think I take that the night before, and it should clear my bowels out completely by the next morning (although I am mainly guessing at the timescale for now).

  I was wondering what a low fibre diet may consist of. One thing that came to mind was ice cream. I am not positive it is low fibre, but I am guessing it is. It inspired my launch yesterday - nothing but ice cream. I feel fairly sure that instant noodles are low in fibre - they do seem to be implicated in some of the bad constipation I occasionally suffer from. It does seem odd that I should eat stuff that will cause constipation at the same time as I am taking a laxative, but I guess those endoscopists know what they are talking about.

  One fear about this colonoscopy is the possibility of having to also have an enema to completely clean my rectum. Having an enema is not actually the problem, although I would expect it to be a bit uncomfortable. The fear/problem is holding it in between the time it is given, and even the handful of seconds getting to the toilet. I have noticed that in the last 10 years (for instance) if I have bad diarrhoea I can barely hold some of that in for more than a few seconds. Even during my recent stay in hospital I went suffered a bout of  diarrhoea, and ended up leaking some onto my underpants (thank goodness I was wearing underpants, and had a spare pair with me).

  I think that yesterday afternoon I was so comfortable being lazy that I could not be bothered to do a lot different. I think I read more, both from book and the internet, and didn't snooze much, or at all, but I still could not be bothered to have a shower. There were times yesterday when it seemed like a walk to Tesco without a coat would be comfortable, and enjoyable, but even those times were not enough to entice me out.

  One of the reasons I wanted to go out to Tesco yesterday was because I knew that I would be using my last box of BBQ spare ribs for dinner last night. I would have them with some rather thick, crinkle cut, plain salted crisps. Those ribs were by no means the last food in the fridge or freezer, but I love them so much (even if they are not good for me) that I wanted to have more in the fridge. Needless to say I still didn't go out.

  After my BBQ spare ribs dinner I settled down to watch TV as seems to be my habit now. I must admit that there was nothing that exciting on TV, and I switched off around 9pm and retired to bed to read for half an hour or more.  When I put the book down and turned out the light, I found that I could not get to sleep as quickly as I felt I should. I did my best to relax, but my legs felt a bit too warm. If I part kicked off the duvet it felt like my back was too cold. Somehow I made a compromise and fell asleep.

  I probably slept fairly well last night. I didn't seem to get up for a pee as often as usual, but it is possible that I just can't remember every time I went. I did have one dream that has left some details in my memory. In this one dream I had a date with a duchess. My memory seemed to forget to remind me that a duchess gets her title by being married to a duke (at least I think that is the case). My duchess was possibly in her mid twenties, and seemed to be single.

  She was dressed in a style that seemed very matronly, but seemed to have a nice figure. She lived in a very big house, but there seemed to be no one else in it. I tried a seduction technique that is unusual, but did work for me once, many years ago. We had been chatting about this and that for maybe an hour, and seemed to be getting quite close to each other. I decided to be brave and ask if she would be terribly upset if I felt one of her breasts. She said go ahead, and I had a feel through her several layers of clothing.

  The dream got hazy then. I said it would be nice if there were no so much clothing in the way, and I think she said that might be OK, but not quite yet. It was a rotten time for it, but my memory of it all seemed to dissolve on that optimistic note. Reality returned, and I found myself waking up, and needing a pee - although not desperately. I think I managed to get more sleep after a visit to the toilet. Sadly the dream did not resume, and I don't I dreamed at all after that.

  When I got up I went for another pee, but it was moderately small. It never really occurred to me that the small amount of peeing could be because my blood glucose was low. It was, and it was thanks to restarting Mounjaro injections rather than eating carefully. My three readings were 7.7, 7.8 mmol/l - both very good, and a rather excellent 6.8mmol/l. That was my first "six" this month, and most of this month I have had quite high readings while I was not taking Mounjaro.

  Initially I seemed to be constipated this morning, although I didn't actually feel any discomfort. I did eventually go after I had eaten my breakfast. By then it was too ate to weigh myself, and I had to record the pre poo weight. I had actually gained a mere 100gm. If I had passed the fair size stool before I weighed myself it may have been the case I had not put on any weight. One thing about my weight is that plus or minus a kilogram, it seems very constant lately, although maybe there is a hint of an upward drift that I must try and stop.

  My blood pressure is nice and low (and not too low) this morning. It is 115/52. It rarely effects how I actually feel physically (one of the dangers of blood pressure problems), although a good reading gives some happiness. Quite whether it is inspiring is another matter.

  I think I am going to try and do things I didn't do yesterday. I really need to go on at least a short walk, and that could be to Tesco, but a longer walk would be beneficial. I doubt I would want to do a long and short walk, and maybe I should prioritise Tesco today - even if it is not essential for a while. Tomorrow could be warm and dry, and maybe that would be a better time for a long walk even if it is only to The Jolly Farmers and back.