09:27 GMT

  This morning I haven't seen any rain, but it is al wet and soggy outside. The morning started at 12° C, and it is now (10am) 13° C. I have not noticed any drizzle, but it may be too difficult to see from indoors. Light rain should have started by now, but I can't see that either. It is moderately bright at the moment, but no actual sunshine. The forecast seems to be hedging it's bets by using that vague item of black cloud, rays of sunshine, ad rain drops. By 3pm it only shows light rain, and that will continue into the night. Apparently it will rain all night, and through all of tomorrow up to 10pm. Tomorrow temperature may be a constant 14° C for much of the day.

  Yesterday was a good day overall, but there were moments that was less good. The best part of yesterday was that for much of the day I was not suffering from chest pains. There were other good things yesterday, and no significant bad things.

  Yesterday morning was another very slow morning. I think I needed extra rest, and ended up going back to bed, and sleeping after I done my health checks and stuff. I really ought to try and force myself to get to bed earlier at night because these extended sleeps are becoming a habit now. It was 9.30am when I started writing yesterday (and almost the same this morning). It seemed I did need the extra sleep because it was so easy just to close my eyes and drop off to sleep - easier than many nights !

  I had intended to go out for a bit of shopping yesterday morning, but my chest was still aching, and I didn't fancy going out in the rain and cold (although 10° C was not that cold). I did have a shower though, and that was because I was expecting Jodie to join me for some beer tastings in the afternoon. I even washed my hair. One thing I didn't do was to have any breakfast because I was a bit peeved my weight seemed to be stuck, and it was stuck higher than I wanted.

  Once I had finished writing I had my shower and washed my hair, and once everything was dry, and I had got dressed, I went and tackled yet another backlog of washing up in the kitchen sink.  By the time that was done, and the beer glasses were washed and polished, I started on lunch, and left more stuff in the sink, but this time only for 10 or 15 minutes.

  My lunch was a tomato and feta cheese pasta salad. It was very enjoyable - particularly with extra chilli sauce on it. Contrary to what you might think, the chilli sauce didn't cause any heartburn. I gave the container for that lunch a quick rinse, and then tackled another backlog. It was to take out all the recycling stuff to the recycling bin. I even included quite a few bottles from the bathroom.

  Yesterday morning a flyer from Lewisham council was pushed through mine and all other houses letter box. It was to do with recycling, and one thing in particular was that it said containers needed to be rinsed out before being put in the recycling bin. I always rinse, and often wash out food containers, but some shower gels have a cap with a small nozzle in it that cannot be easily removed to wash them out. The same applies to many bottles of bleach. Under the circumstances i don't feel guilty about putting such container in without washing them out.

  Once again Jodie made the mistake of believing she know the times of the trains from her station. What she didn't know, because she never used he phone to check before she left home, was that trains were being diverted to Victoria instead of Charing Cross (presumably because of engineer works), and the times had been adjusted for the day. Jodie left home and heard the train she wanted leave the station soon after leaving home. The trains were only running every half hour, and so she decided to get a bus instead. She arrived around 4pm instead of around 3.20pm.

  Jodie made up for being late by choosing a beer I had been looking forward to trying, and all without any prompting. It was a Christmas ale from the St Peters brewery. It was thick and spiced, and rather delicious. We had another beer that was similar and just as nice. The other beers were light beers or lagers - nice, but not wonderful. It is obviously very hard to be objective, but at the end of the session I still seemed to feel quite sober.

  My dinner was planned and cooking well before we finished drinking, and I guess even if I had been very drunk I would be unlikely to change what was already cooking. It was boneless beef riblets (which seems like a contradiction), slow cooked, with some sort of sticky sauce added near the end of cooking. It was a meal that should have easily given my bad heartburn, but it didn't - which was good because it would have spoiled the deliciousness of it.

  I had that beef, in it's juices and dressing by itself. If could have done the basic cooking, and then cooked some oven chips in the oven afterwards, and warmed the beef in the microwave as the chips came to the end of their cooking. I can't make up my mind if that would have made for a slightly healthier meal - but only because the chips would have added some fibre to the meal. To finish dinner I had a scoop or two of some plain vanilla ice cream.

  The ice cream was good and bad. The bad was that it was very nice even though it was quite bland, and the good is that being bland mean it was far easier to ration myself. This morning I have reason to believe that I did make a success of rationing myself. Another good thing was that I didn't feel stuffed when I went to bed, although I did have a smidgen of heartburn that very quickly responded to some antacid liquid.

  The booze and the food conspired to make me feel sleepy quite early, and after watching anything that was awful on TV (and there was a hole steaming heap of dreadful stuff on nearly all the other channels), I went to bed at about 10pm (although it may have been as early as 9pm). I can't seem to remember much about going to sleep. I feel that I was a bit slow getting to sleep, and yet I also feel that I could have fallen asleep much faster.

  Once asleep I seemed to sleep well. I am sure I had to get up three or even four times in the night for a pee, but each memory of it has a sort of dream quality to it, and I may have just been dreaming (although there was some later evidence that I probably did pee a lot in the night). I have a definite memory of having a dream, but all I can remember of it was that it might have involved a pub. Even that memory is very tenuous.

  What is for sure was that after getting up earlier than seemed good, and completing my health checks, I went back to bed, fell asleep, and had a dream that I do remember enough of it give a sort of flavour of what it was about. The dream was set in a sort of cross between two different places I worked, and featured a few people from both work places. It also included a boss who seemed very familiar, but not quite, but only a small amount, as one of my previous bosses.

  The dream seemed to start with a fire drill. I was already heading outside to have a cigarette, and I had exited the building some on the other side to the assembly point - which against all the rules seemed to be inside the building. We were supposed to swipe our ID card to register we were safe, but I was maybe too new to have one. For those of us who didn't have an ID card we had to fill in a form that was on yellow paper. The other thing about it was there were only tiny spaces to fill in the required details. I had huge trouble just trying to write my own name down.

  One other question was about our educational achievements - all to answered on a single line about 2 inches long. I could have written out a full paragraph. It seemed the piece of paper had morphed from a ticket to say you had exited the (pretend) burning building OK, into the sort of questionnaire you might be asked when applying for a job. I asked for some advice from the boss, but he had to admit even he didn't know how it should be filled in. It seemed to be just another brain fart from H.R. (and it is possible they were his words !).

  I was quite shocked at how late it had become and I still had things to do before I could start writing this. One such thing was having some breakfast. I was feeling quite hungry this morning, and my health readings did suggest it was because I had eaten wisely yesterday - somehow !

  After the dream I woke up and went for another pee. I passed some wind, but no poo. When I weighed myself again (the first being before I went back to sleep and had the described dream) I found I had lost a seemingly impossible 1.1kg. I am now back to almost where I was before I started using Mounjaro.

  My blood glucose, despite last night's ice cream, and a few sweet beers, was rather good. The Contour meter read 6.9mmol/l, and any reading starting with a 6 is very good. The GlucoFix meter was slightly better with a reading of 6.8mmol/l. The GlucoRX meter had a very wonderful reading of 5.8mmol/l. That was very unexpected, and rather wonderful. Even my blood pressure (112/49) was very good.

  I should be feeling very good this morning, but.... I still feel tired, and not very dynamic. I may have a very small hint of heartburn after my breakfast of a double portion of stir fry flavour instant noodles. I am also feeling sort of constipated. I am not sure if the feeling is real, but I know I have no passed a poo this morning, and I think I ought to have done so. It is another effect of Mounjaro, and I probably should not let it affect me too much.

  My plan for this morning was to have a shower, and then go to the pharmacy to request my next repeat prescription (for collection on my way home from the pub on Wednesday). After the pharmacy I was going to go around the corner to buy some stuff from Aldi. I might get away with not having a shower, but I would prefer not to if I am going out. The chances of doing any of these things this morning is zero because there is only 23 minutes of morning left. I may try and get through to the pharmacy on the phone, and may not even bother with Aldi today.








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