Once again the forecast predicted a 4° C start to the day, but clouds had gathered during the night, and that kept the temperature up, although only by just over a single degree. The clouds meant there was no sunshine at daybreak, and it was at least an hour two before some hazy sunshine seeped through the clouds. Even now it looks very cloudy, but the occasional sunshine is stronger. Maybe by 1pm (now) 2pm we will have full sunshine back, and by 3pm the temperature should reach 15° C. More cloud tonight may mean a 6° C start to tomorrow. It is looking like it will be a very grey morning, but the sun should break through in time to warm the afternoon up to 17° C, but it may not reach that until 5pm.

   Yesterday was not a good day. It seemed like the morning lasted a long time, because I didn't do anything, and that was because I was effectively constipated. I was not that uncomfortable, but I didn't want to risk that situation changing if I went out. Another day of solitary confinement.

  I interrupted my writing several times in the morning hoping that I would have the poo I thought I deserved. I did eventually have a poo, but it was very small, and I either felt, or seemed to think there should be a lot more to come, but it never did, and the mild discomfort continued at at sort of level just enough there to be an annoying reminder. After I finished writing I did not feel good, although most of it was more akin to mental discomfort than physical.

  It seemed to have taken so long to write all that I managed yesterday, 2,285 words, that I was more than happy to have a lie down, read for a bit, and to close my eyes for a while. I am not sure if that was actually a snooze, or I was just resting my eyelids. I guess it was around 12:30 when I decided I was going to have some lunch. It seemed like I ate a lot yesterday, and I can't remember the half of it, but there is some evidence that I was still quite careful about what I ate.

  I can't seem to recall what I had for lunch, but I know that my snacking through the afternoon included some fruit. At one point I had two kiwi fruit. They were memorable in so much as I am sure the packet said "ripe and ready to eat". Maybe it said "ripen at home" because those two fruits were quite hard, and very tart. I had a starter before my dinner of more fruit - an apple, a small orange and a nectarine. That should have be enough fibre to keep me regular (in an ideal world).

  The main course of my dinner was venison and red berry paté with rice crackers. It was nice, but not that nice. I think I prefer paté based on pork, but I have tasted some nice fish based patés. I also ate the rest of a small tub of alleged low-ish calorie ice cream. I have to confess I got a bit carried away there, and had intended to eat less.

  One of the problems yesterday is that nothing happened. That meant I had no time cues to attach memories to. I was just idling through the day, hoping it would be over soon. I can't remember all I ate, but I do remember I watched the BBC 6 O'clock news, and Star Trek: Voyager (a rather tedious episode). I also watched an episode of The Simpsons, but soon my bed beckoned me - but initially just so I could lie down and read.

  I am unsure what time I put the book down, but I do seem to remember that initially it seemed like I would never get to sleep. That "eternity" probably lasted no more than 5 minutes, and the next thing I knew was that I was waking up, and I think nearly 3 hours had passed. It did seem that my periods of sleep tended to be longer than the more usual 2 hours between waking for a pee. In consequence I seemed to be doing bigger pees.

  I can only remember one dream, but annoyingly I can't remember the place name where it started. I remember it as being rather odd, and started with two, almost clashing consonants - maybe something like "Gw|". It was actually the name of a railway station, and I think I saw the name in something I read on the internet. I have no idea why I was in this place, and only a vague idea that it was over 100 miles away to the west.

  The dream may have started with me at the railway station trying to buy a ticket back to London. There seemed to be no ticket office, and the self service machine seemed indecipherable...or at least unlike any I have seen before. Fortunately there was a ticket inspector who I could ask to help me. He actually issued a ticket to me, but I have no idea how he managed to print it out.

  The train that arrived looked a bit different to all types I knew, although only in a subtle way - until I got on it. I was walking alongside the train looking for a carriage with more seating available. I finally got to the front coach, and knew I had to get on it. It was very strange because the width of the front carriage seemed to taper, and the frontmost seats were rotated by 90 degrees - like on most tube trains these day. It was better in one respect that a tube train - there were only seats on one side, and you didn't have to try and look over someone's shoulder to see the view outside.

  That dream seemed to fade out with the view of the countryside rushing by. I think I had other dream, but they have all faded to nothing now. One curiosity of the night, and also the last night or two as well, is that I often felt a bit cool, and that was despite my room thermometer saying it was perfectly warm enough. One one occasion, after coming back from having a pee, I pulled the duvet over me. I woke up again feeling sweaty.

  When I finally woke up, and got up, I went for a pee, and it seemed like a huge one. Sadly I couldn't seem to poo, but I did do several farts - so something is moving inside me. To my great surprise, even without doing a poo, for almost the second day running, I seemed to have lost 200gm since yesterday morning. I am still 300gm more than the nice low reading of two days ago.

  If it were not for the Sinocare meter giving a higher reading than the other two, I might have had a lower average blood glucose reading this morning. The Contour meter read 8.1mmol/l, and that is good. The GlucoRX meter was a tad higher at 8.2mmol/l. The Sinocare meter ruined it all with a reading of 8.7mmol/l. That would have been almost OK, except it made the average of all three 8.33mmol/l, and yesterday it was 8.20mmol/l. It is not a great difference, but it still spoils things. One curious thing about my blood glucose, and weight, is that it suggests that even though I was almost on autopilot yesterday, I must have still made good choices about what I was eating.

  Once again my blood pressure is nice and low, 111/46, despite feeling like I am constipated again. Oh well, it makes a change. I remember endless mornings going to work when it felt like I had the runs. Constipation is obviously not ideal, but I know it will clear some time, and probably sometime soon....maybe. I took a laxative tablet last night. The main problem is that I do not want another day of effectively solitary confinement. I want to go to The Jolly Farmers for my usual Wednesday lunchtime with a couple of pints of Guinness. I think it was the week before last when I was in the same condition, and I did go there, but I was not exactly comfortable, and particularly when I had left the pub, and no matter which way I went, it would be over half an hour before I got home, and had a toilet available if needed - which I don't think it was until maybe the evening.