As I write this I am waiting to go out to my appointment with the nurse at 9am. It is almost time to leave, and so I'll stop here, and resume when I get back - if I can still remember anything about yesterday !

  Now back home, and breakfast eaten.

  Yesterday was the first day of my low fibre diet (4 days of it until I've had my colonoscopy). I skipped breakfast because I didn't seem to feel famished, and because I used to do that as a matter of course when I was going to work. I knew it should be easy, and it mostly was easy. Although as lunch time approached I did start to feel very hungry. All I could have for lunch, or at least what I limited myself to, was a single roll with butter and cheese.

  That simple lunch seemed to be enough to kill and hunger, but a plain cheese roll using boring pre-sliced cheddar, and without anything like pickle to make it nicer, was not as enjoyable as hoped. After that quick and simple lunch I had a lie down, and I think I had a brief snooze. It couldn't be too long because I had to do the usual preparation for the usual late Sunday afternoon beer tasting session with Jodie.

  Once again Jodie managed to miss her train, and with the service only every 30 minutes on a Sunday, she decided to get the bus. We had a bit of a late start. It was just the two of us drinking, and so a lot of it was boring because Jodie was paying most of her attention to her mobile phone. After a while I did likewise. It was a very quiet drinking session - except when a new bottle was selected and opened.

  Jodie was meeting Alan in The Three Hounds (near Clock House station), and left to join him at 7pm. Once she had gone I made my dinner. It was two Scotch Rolls (like crusty rolls but not crusty - I did try and buy crusty rolls). I filled, if two thing slices actually fills a roll, the roll with thinly sliced chicken. As expected, it was fairly tasteless. I am going off this low fibre diet already ! However, I did have some plain vanilla ice cream, and that was delicious.

  TV was a bit patchy last night, but I did find some acceptable stuff to watch. It included Have I Got News For You which was only 99% ruined by those bloody offensive Bet Fred gambling adverts. Why they allow those pimps and Ne'er-do-well* rogues advertise on TV is a mystery to me.

* "a derogatory term for a good-for-nothing person; or a rogue, vagrant or vagabond" as defined by https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ne'er-do-well

  I think it was about 10pm when I went to bed. I didn't spend any time reading last night because I knew I had to be up fairly early this morning for my appointment with the nurse at 9am. I think I went to sleep quite quickly, but I was awake again about an hour later because I needed the toilet. I definitely needed a pee, although not urgently. I thought I needed a poo too, but I think it was just wind.

  I seemed to sleep OK for the rest of the night. I did have one romantic (rather then erotic) dream. In the dream I was going somewhere with a female friend, but I have no idea what form of transport it was. She was sitting behind me like being on a motorbike, or maybe a sleigh. I seemed to have my hands free, and was holding hands with my friend (I have no idea who or what was doing the steering,  or maybe we were on rails and no one needed to steer). holding hands was nice, and now and then I would kiss hers. Then I found if I put my head back I could kiss her cheek. I think that is she turned her head I could kiss her lips. I am sure I did, but it was near the end of the dream when it all got very hazy before I think I woke up.

  I got up at 7am this morning - and all without needing an alarm. That gave me time to make a small start on writing this piece, and I had plenty of time to have a shower. I felt I didn't need to wash my hair because I did that yesterday. I also had time to weigh myself, and to check my blood glucose. I tried to check my blood pressure but I got a silly reading because I realised I needed a second poo. I had done a satisfactory poo when I first got up, and then I needed a second, and even bigger one. I was dressed read to go out, and couldn't be bothered to undress to weigh myself again.

  At about 8.40am I took a slow walk to the surgery. I had left early enough that I could have still got there in time if I had walked super slow. I was a bit slower than optimum because my legs were aching. My knees were aching a bit, as were my ankles, but it did seem to be the muscles above my right knee that seemed most uncomfortable. I guess I have been too lazy for the last few days, and neglecting to get my leg muscles toned up again after my long stay in hospitals.

  I still got to the surgery a good 10 minutes early, and had to wait nearly 20 minutes before I was called in by the nurse. This time it was my favourite nurse. She is so helpful, so sympathetic, and so caring - everything a nurse should be. She was very happy with my current blood glucose readings, but less happy with the hospitals (both Lewisham and Kings) cardiology departments who noted I had had blood glucose measurements (and blood test) but didn't record the results.

  That didn't matter because the nurse believes the reading I take at home. She also believes my weight readings. I am supposed to be losing weight, but I still seem to struggle with it despite being on the alleged weight loss drug Mounjaro. She did note that I had lost some weight since I was last in the surgery about a month ago. Although my records only show a small blip about a month ago, but otherwise my weight has been very stable - neither any significant gains or losses. After coming back from the surgery, and taken all my clothes off, I found I had actually lost 800gm since yesterday (this was thanks to the second large poo I did before I went to the surgery).

  Anyway, my appointment went well, and because the nurse can prescribe drugs, she sent the prescription through to the pharmacy next door (and also included more Emprazole - the anti stomach acid drug that has eliminated any heartburn for ages. After I left I went straight next door to tell the pharmacy about the prescription, and remind them to order the Mounjaro so I can pick it up early tomorrow afternoon.

  When I got home I re-weighed myself, as noted above, and then had some breakfast. I thought I deserved a bowl of instant noodles. It wasn't until I had opened the packet that I realised I had made a poor choice. The noodles I chose were flavoured with black bean sauce, and I feel certain that will have added "forbidden" fibre to my diet. Oh well, I try and follow the diet advice even if I don't really believe it. I now look forward to another cheese roll for lunch - but not looking forward to it that much !

  Once again I have no idea what I am doing today. I had thought that I would go to savers to buy another packet of Esemoprazole, the non prescription "lite" version of the stomach acid control drug, but with a proper prescription version coming tomorrow I don't need to do that. I suspect I will have a very lazy day. If it was going to be sunny I might have gone out for some walking exercise, but I am not keen on that under a nasty grey sky. I might still possibly do it if I get bored...no I wouldn't - probably !