Yesterday was not a bad day, but neither was it very good. In fact, considering I didn't get to do any frolicking in the warm sunshine, it could be described as a bad day.

  I expected that after my mega lazy day on Wednesday I might have been more active yesterday, but it took me a long time to start feeling a little bit active. For a bit of the time I ended up enjoying the sunshine by letting it wash over me while laying on my bed reading, and while I don't specifically remember it, it seems inevitable that I must have had a snooze. These days I rarely fight the feeling of my eyes drooping, and falling asleep. Of course this only happens when I am laying on my bed.

  I think midday was approaching when I decided it was time I saw some action. That "action" was waiting for a phone call from the hospital for my pre-assessment for my upcoming colonoscopy. It was supposed to be at 11:30am, but was about 10 minutes early - which I can easily forgive. It was not a great conversation describing all the terrible  things have to do prior to the actual "procedure". In fact the procedure will come as a relief after all the preparation is over.

  That preparation, which I think I have already moaned about at least once, included going on a low fibre diet for four days before the procedure. Then there is the two doses of the mega strong laxative, and it's effects to be endured. I think I remember most of the instructions, but I should get a letter in the post soon which includes all the instructions, plus sachets of the super laxative.

  One thing I did that I can't seem to remember if I did it before or after the phone call, was to have a shower. I think it was probably before because I did not feel I had time to also wash my hair - which needs a wash, and probably today.  It was probably after the phone call that I unwound with some mindless destruction....well sort of. I cut up a few boxes to put them in the recycling bin. That was my one time when I was out in the sunshine as I cut the boxes up by the wheelie bins.

  Yesterday, being a Thursday, meant I would be boozing in the afternoon, and although I almost didn't feel that hungry, I still felt it very wise to have some lunch rather than drink on an empty stomach. I thought I would get in some practice for what I think was a low fibre meal. It was Brie cheese on Pannini rolls. I had two and actually neither was that lown fibre because one had slices of red onion, and the other had Branston pickle in it. I think the red onion worked best for a delicious roll.

  After another short rest to let lunch go down I did my usual work in the kitchen to get all the washing up that was left in the sink washed. I also washed and polished the beer glasses. With that done I was free to relax again. I don't think I felt I had time for a snooze, but I did lie down and read for a bit. I could have read for longer, or even had a snooze because Jodie turned up just after 4pm - half an hour late, but there is no hard and fast time for the start of the boozing.

  We were later joined by Michael, and even later by Mark. Most of the beer I drank was not that nice, but at least only one beer was a bit nasty. The rest just failed to excite. I am getting worried that I am losing any love for beer. Maybe I should drink more in pubs with people who appreciate a good pint. I don't think Guinness counts, but I seemed to drink that in preference in my infrequent visits to pubs these days.

  Although they both arrived a lot later than Jodie, I was saved from boredom by Michael and Mark joining us. Even with the two of them there, Jodie still spent a lot of time ignoring us in favour of reading stuff on her phone, plus the deep research she does to see who is booking in what beers, and where they are on the Untappd website - social media exclusively for beer drinkers.

  I think it was a bit before 7pm when Jodie and Mark left (Michael had left about 20 minutes earlier). That left me free to have dinner and watch Star Trek - The New/Next Generation on Sky Mix (on Freeview). I think it was after my Mounjaro injection before last that I started to feel a bit sick in the evening if I ate too much. I'm sure I had this moan yesterday, and/or the day before, but I feel I have to say it again.

  This nauseous feeling is possibly the Mounjaro finally working as a weight loss drug. If so it is a rotten way of doing it. Anyway, last night I felt all I could manage on top of the beer was a medium plate of sweet potato chips. I had them with just salt and vinegar (the tradition accompaniment to chips), and stopped myself from adding things like grated cheese. They went down nicely, and I felt I could manage a bit of plain vanilla ice cream as a dessert.

  After some TV I felt like trying for sleep. I had felt some upset feeling from my stomach (actual stomach rather than belly - which is not where the stomach is) while I was sitting watching TV, and it seemed like laying down would be more comfortable - and it was ! When laying in bed reading I didn't really notice any discomfort, and that continued when I had switched the light off and tried to sleep. If Mounjaro can manage that then maybe it is a good thing for potential weight loss. It is magnificent at keeping my blood glucose low.

  There is not a lot I can say about my sleep. I don't recall getting up to pee much, and I can only remember having one dream shortly before I got up. I can't remember enough of the dream to describe any of it - at least not now. When I first woke up I could remember a phrase, or at least something said, that would probably trigger some more concrete memories of the dream, but even that has now gone. The only think I am sure I can remember is the absence of any sexy bits of the dream.

  One reason I hardly peed at all in the night was that this morning my blood glucose was remarkably low (without being too low). The three readings I got were  6.2, 5.3 and 6.3mmol/l. The two sixes were very good, and the 5 was amazing. It is very rare for me to see a 5. I did get one 5 last month, but I will admit I got several in January for some reason.

  My weight has gone up a tiny bit this morning. I seem to have put on 200gm. That is not much, and a single extra medium size pee could have converted that to a loss of 100gm. It is possible that if I had the poo I think I need then that two could change the small gain to no gain, but probably not to a loss. This morning my blood pressure maybe a little too low at 106/49. It would probably need a bit more exercise than just typing to raise it to something closer to normal.

  Today is one of those days when I can't predict what I am going to do, but I may be able to predict what I will fall back on. It seems too murky, and it won't be too long before it is also too wet to make going out any pleasure. I still want to put some more miles on my Freedom Pass, but I lack any enthusiasm for it today. I think In will have a shower, and wash my hair because there is a microscopic chance I might go to a gig this evening. Chain are playing in The Swan in West Wickham. it is not so bad a pub, and not too bad to get to.

   One thing I probably will do today is some laundry, and I would hope that I would have enough enthusiasm to finish the job today rather than leaving it to be finished tomorrow. Other than that, I still have a book and a half of Spike Milligan's War Memoirs to read, and a snooze feels like it might be a good idea. If the rain is not too heavy, or if I can get out before it starts (unlikely) I could go to Aldi for a bit of shopping. I think today wil be one of those days where I mostly make it up as I go along.