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  This morning was forecast to start at 4° C, but it was closer to 6° C. The odd thing is that the temperature seemed to drop a degree after sunrise. The high this afternoon may reach 7° C. It should be a dry day, and there may be a scattering of sunny spells, mostly before the afternoon. As I write this we have had full sunshine for at least the last half hour, but some cloud has now dimmed the sun, although there is still a blinding patch of sky where the sun is. At the moment the sky is very patchy with areas of thin looking cloud, but also some blue areas as well. If the forecast is right the cloud will thicken enough to block any sunshine by 2pm, but it could be white cloud, and so not gloomy outside. It looks like it will be a very cold night with just 2° C from 11pm (the forecast has just been revised). By 4am tomorrow it may be 0° C, but by 6am it may be back up to 1° C. Tomorrow morning should be bright and sunny, but that will only raise the temperature to 7° C again. Later in the afternoon there could be light rain or drizzle.

  Yesterday was a day that often hovered between bad and good. The bad was mostly that I often did not feel very good, but the good was that evidently I did feel good enough to complete two jobs I had said I wanted to get done.

  There was some rain yesterday morning, and as I noted above, it didn't seem to be as bad as the forecast appeared to predict. Nevertheless, it was cold and damp outside, and I decided that I would not go out. I would stay indoors in the warm and dry. I could also practice at honing my laziness proficiency. As noted above, I did partly fail at that because I did complete 2 jobs I said I needed to do, and I did a few more things besides - although not great, world shattering things !

  After I finished writing yesterday, which I think was quite late, I still had my usual rest, but then I decided that maybe I might want to have a shower, and less possibly, wash my hair. Before I could do that I needed to get the small hand towel that had been soaking in detergent overnight, rinsed and hung up to dry. I must admit I didn't rush to finish it, and I even took a break for some lunch before I finished it. By then I realised that I was not going to go out in the rain, even if it was barely drizzle by then, and once again I skipped having a shower.

  I tried to make my lunch a fairly light lunch, but I can't seem to remember what it was. I think it was probably ice cream and cake. I know I had that sometime, and maybe lunch was the most likely time. I know I didn't have it for dinner because I know exactly what that was. It is odd how it is difficult to remember a lot of my life these days. It could be my brain gradually dying, but I think it is more likely that life is quite bland these days, and only exciting things get remembered.

  I don't think I have any difficulty remembering finishing washing the hand towel because it was a definite thing. Likewise I remember doing the other thing I intended to do, and that was to clear the kitchen sink of a backlog of washing up. After that it was back to blandness. Some of that blandness was laying on my bed reading and probably snoozing. I should be able to remember reading because the book has a plot that I needed to try and remember, but I am now at page 554, and the early parts of the book are now almost a blank in my mind. It is a complex plot, but while I can keep turning pages I feel I am enjoying it. This is not the way we were taught to read in school. That was like we were forbidden to enjoy reading, and had to study the action and dialogue as if we were going to be tested on it later - which we were, and that method almost killed my appreciation of reading.

  The fact is, most of my afternoon is a blank in my memory - I remember what I was doing in gross details, but not in fine details. Nevertheless, it seemed the afternoon passed fairly smoothly until the next important things that happen at 6pm (if I get my timing right). I don't know how it became the ritual it is, but my aim is to have dinner at 6pm, and eat while watching the 6 O'clock news.

  For many years I shunned the TV news, and stuck to the free Metro newspaper where I could flick thorough the lass exciting stuff. I am wondering if it was before or during Covid that I really gave up on the TV news. It was always bad news about Covid 19. It said people were dropping like flies, and soon the population may have reached a better figure - about half the current population. This was rubbish. Covid may have killed off quite a few unfortunates, but it was far less lethal than several peaks of 'flu. I think it was 1918 when 'flu killed more people than were killed in the last mad year of the 1st world war. Meanwhile, I had had what was probably Covid when it all started, and it seemed very mild. I spent the lockdown years feeling healthier than I had for years - mostly on account of all the exercise I did as a substitute for other ways of passing the time.

  I started cooking my dinner at least 20 minutes before the news. It was a dinner I was looking forward to. I had two quarter pounder beefburgers, grilled in the mini oven/grill with melted cheese, chilli sauce and low sugar baked beans. I had bought those beans to go with the burgers. Once they were a frequent part of my diet, but now I treat them like a rare luxury. It was a very nice dinner, and probably very low sugar, even if it was probably high in calories.  Maybe the best thing is that I still have two burgers from a pack of 4 that I need to use - probably today, and also another small tin of low sugar baked beans.

  The only trouble with that dinner was it gave me some mild heartburn, and that spoiled the start of my sleep. I have had far worse so my night was not a disaster. I would not let that stop me having a similar dinner tonight, but I have just realised that maybe it would not be a good idea. I have a diabetic eye test tomorrow, and I should try and eat stuff that doesn't interfere with my sleep, and more importantly doesn't upset my bowels in the morning.

  Last night was another typical night where I just wasted my time watching TV. The only thing I can say in my defence is that it was a carefully picked selection of TV programmes. It is my belief that many people just accept any crap their favourite TV channel is showing. That is often a mix of soaps and games shows. I thank my lucky stars I have not fallen that low, and claim that watching Star Trek is an intellectual exercise.....maybe.

  The end of the day was not terribly memorable. I guess it is true - TV numbs the brain. I know I watched both QI and Have I Got News For You, but I can't remember which order they were in. Maybe I only watched the latter because I feel I was in bed by 10pm (watching both would probably mean bed at 11pm). As mentioned I had some heartburn. It was not that bad, and some antacids calmed it down fairly quickly.

  I don't think I lost much sleep because of the heartburn, and I think that once I was asleep I slept quite well. I think I got up a few times in the night to pee. I think I had a big dream as well, but all details of that, including the basic theme of it seem to have evaporated now. The only major thing I remember was early this morning. I think it was around, or maybe just before 5am. I woke up with cramp in one leg. I haven't had any cramp for ages.

  I leapt out of bed, and as soon as I put weight on the affected leg, I most or less instantly recovered from the cramp pains. I was soon asleep again, although I may have gone of a pee before getting back to bed. The next time I woke up I felt generally crap, but I had no cramp pains.  I still don't feel very dynamic even now, but at least I seem to feel comfortable.

  Last night's baked beans had lot of fibre in them, as expected and hoped for. Oddly enough I did not feel very farty, but when I went to the toilet it was simplicity to pass a pile of poo. Now I have to admit I did it in two session about 40 to 60 minutes apart. I have recorded my weight based on after my second visit to the toilet. It seems that this morning I have only put on 100gms. It may have been less than that because the scales spent a few seconds deciding between two numbers. Sadly it settled on the higher. If it had been the lower number it would have meant my weight was the same as yesterday.

  Despite eating stuff like cake and ice cream, my Mounjaro injections are still doing wonders at keeping my blood glucose fairly low. This morning the Contour meter read 6.8mmol/l, as did the GlucoRX meter. It is a pretty good figure, and I think my target from now is going to be 6.5mmol/l. The GlucoFix meter spoiled things a bit with a reading of 7.3mmol/l, but a couple of months ago I would have considered even that to be very good.

  It is still dry and bright outside. In fact it seems closer to sunshine than sunny spells. This is good because there is one thing I have to do today, and there is another thing I can do as a result of the first. I have to visit the surgery to pick up a blood test form. Another thing I suppose I will also do is to book a visit to the vampires for a bit of blood letting. That can come after then second thing, and that is to go around the corner after visiting the surgery, and then, avoiding being lured into shopping in Aldi, to continue on and go shopping in Poundland. I could do with some bleach as a starter, and then I will probably by all sorts of random crap as always happens in Poundland ! After that I can put my feet up and rest for the rest of the day - probably !








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