Today has started with full sunshine, and there will be more before the morning is over, but much of the day will only see sunny spells. The afternoon may still reach 24° C. It should be a completely dry day. Tomorrow may only see sunny spells for the daylight hours, but we can still expect 23° C, and it will be dry all day long.

  Yesterday had it's good periods, but overall it was a bad day.  I should have checked my blood pressure far more often to prove a theory that my blood pressure was too low, and that often gave me dizzy spells.

  Writing yesterday's piece seemed hard. I was having trouble spelling some words, and even forgetting to write some words. I also became aware that I had mixed up days an dates recently. Trying to correct some errors was a complete headache, and to make matters worse I was rushing to try and finish so I could have a lie down, and a snooze (although I am not certain I did have a snooze, but I felt like I needed one).

  There was one thing in particular I want to do yesterday, and I probably was not in a good state to do it. The root of what I wanted to do was to do a bit of walking, and then on top of that I wanted to get some shopping from Aldi. It was probably just gone midday when I had a shower, and then went to buy some breakfast and lunch (brunch), and a load of other stuff.

  I started walking, and I didn't feel all that good. I wondered if I was making a mistake because carrying a load of heavy stuff home could be the straw that broke the camels back. It was bright and warm as I walked, and at other times I would have enjoyed the walk. I guess I didn't feel that bad when I reached Aldi, and grabbed a small trolley before going in to start loading it up.

  I never had anything like a shopping list, but I had some ideas and also some requirements. The ideas were to get some sandwiches so I could start my late breakfast and lunch as soon as I got home again. The "requirements" were to try and get some things with lots of fibre in it.

  Since being released from hospital I had been suffering from constipation, and while rarely uncomfortable, it was hard to ignore. I think it was the day before yesterday when the the first hints of movement happened, and yesterday morning I think I went to the toilet three times in the morning. I knew I had still not had a good enough clear-out, and hence wanting to get some foods with some fibre in them to "help things along".

  One thing seemed an obvious choice (at least I believed it to be). It was a steam-in-the-pot pot of green stuff. All those stalks and stuff looked like they should do something, and this morning they may well have helped. I also bought a few curry ready meals. They are noted for jiggling the intestines (or some silly thing like that). Other stuff included drinks. I was not sure I wanted to weigh myself down with too much drink, and so instead of four 2 litre bottles I only bought three plus a one litre bottle ! The one litre bottle was a drink called Tangz, and is a bright blue, sour raspberry drink. It is sort of nice, but I may not want to buy another.

  I expected to wobble a fair bit walking home. I didn't, but kept up a slow but steady pace. I was much relieved to get home with no trouble, and to drop the weight I was carrying (gently drop !!). I put away most of my shopping - there were a few things I could not fit in the fridge, and then I sat down to cram in some of the sandwiches I bought. One stupid thing was that one single sandwich was the difference between still hungry and feeling over stuffed.

  After eating a laid down for a snooze.It was quite a long snooze, and included a dream. It was one of two I intended to describe, but somehow it seems to have slipped my memory.......although bits of it may be coming back to me, except I think what I remember of the first time was dreamed  in the night and not during an afternoon snooze. I must admit that most of my snoozes do not include any memories of dreams.

  Let's hope I can remember those couple of slippery dreams in a few paragraphs time.

  After my shower I put in some laundry to soak. It was only three items, and should have been easy to finish. It would indeed have been easy once up on a time, but yesterday my hands still felt weak, and I was still having trouble with what I assumed was low blood pressure. Later on I came back to that laundry, but just wringing out those three items, two pillow cases and a double fitted sheet, left me feeling ill, and I gave up until I must resume it, and finish it today.

  My intention was to have my dinner at 6pm while watching the 6pm TV news, but for some silly reason I started cooking dinner not long after 5pm. The major bit of cooking was to cook the vegetables in the steam in the pot, port. That only took something like 5 or 10 minutes, and I ended up having dinner 45 minutes early. I had added some ready sliced, (alleged) BBQ flavour chicken. I also added about the last quarter (or maybe less) of a drained jar of little pickled mini peppers (more piquant than hot). I think I had some ice cream for my dessert.

  I watched some more TV in the evening, and then at about 9pm I turned out the light, and was soon asleep. I think it was around midnight when I woke up from my first dream. Now my trouble is that I can't seem to remember which of two dreams came first, but I guess it doesn't really matter. I'll describe what might have been the first dream.

  The dream was set at a railway station that might have been Elmers End, but back in the day when there was still a shuttle service to Selsdon, and it had a disused freight/goods yard. I was there with a couple of friends whose names seem never to have been mentioned. One wanted to have a pee, and another said they knew of a toilet in part of the disused goods yard. All the railway track had been lifted, but there were piles of rubbish to avoid, but finding the toilet was easy, and it was still in working order.

 We were having a look around, and I was wishing I had a camera and flash gun with me to take pictures before the place was flattened, and all the railway stuff built over with houses as part of another small estate. Suddenly we came face to face with some heavy looking men who we quickly learned were British Transport Police. They said they were arresting us for trespass on railway property. We were taken back to the station, and taken on the next train.

  They never said much, but made a big thing about all the kids who played there, and how there was one character who used to expose himself to anyone passing. It was never suggested that any of us was the flasher, but they did make it sound that like the place was very busy with other trespassers, but we were the only ones who had been arrested for trespass. It was quite galling that they didn't even bother to ask us why we were there. The dream seemed to fade out before the train we had been take on had even left the station.

  The other dream was just before I woke up this morning. It seemed to be made up from lots of small scenes. The basic setting seemed to be enrolment day at a college or university. There were loads of young strangers around who didn't know if they were coming or going. I was in town shopping with one of my sisters, and maybe one of her friends. Somehow I became detached from the other two, and I was wandering around wondering how I would ever find them again. I put my hand in my pocket and felt my mobile phone. I have no idea why it was not obvious until I did that, but I could simple phone my sister and ask where she was. That was the ending of that dream.

  It seemed like I had slept for a long time during the night, and I almost didn't seem to want more when I got up. I went to the toilet and had a pee, but couldn't poo. After I started counting out my morning drugs it felt like I would poo than, and I did. I still felt a bit constipated, and I think I went back to the toilet half an hour later for another fairly solid poo. Unfortunately it, it was not so big as to change a weight gain of a whole kilogram to a weight loss.

  This morning, my blood glucose was less high, although 9.0, 0.2, and 9.2mmol/l is in the not good nor bad area.  It was also one of the lowest readings since coming out of hospital. Before going in hospital it was all sixes and sevens. That hospital visit really screwed me up ! This morning my blood pressure is lower than I think it should be. It was 93/63 with a heart rate of 79bpm. I think my heart rate is still too high, but what do I know.

  One important thing this morning was taking my once a week Ozempic injection. I am hoping it will start to moderate my blood glucose a bit better now I am settling in (sort of) to my new drug dosages.

  One thing I must do today is to finish washing my sheet and two pillowcases. I will most definitely need to shower and wash my hair tomorrow morning because I have to visit the Ambulatory Care Centre at the hospital to have an ECG taken. I think it will be done by a nurse, but I shall still have a moan about how bad I have been feeling.

  I have no idea what I shall do for the rest of today. A walk in the park might be possible, but I may just end up lazing the day away.