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  This morning has started off bright, and large areas of the sky are blue. Apparently it should be raining. There was definitely rain during the night, and the road is still looking wet, but it seems like it would be unlikely to rain this morning. At this point it is worth consulting the Met Office forecast for a slightly more optimistic forecast (although still possibly wrong). It says light rain this morning as well, but from midday, and the next few hours it predicts it will be dry with sunny spells. It still predicts the afternoon will only be 10° C, the same as the BBC forecast (as seen above). For tomorrow the BBC predicts rain or drizzle all day, but the Met Office predicts mostly dry until 5pm, and then some lightb rain lasting into the evening. Both forecast predict and afternoon high of just 10° C again.

  Yesterday was rather a good day, and the reason for that was that I was feeling good. In this instance "good" really means better than recently, and in a physical way rather than just feeling happy. The big test of this was a walk to and from Tesco.

  Yesterday morning was a pretty typical morning - typical of how things used to be. After breakfast and a snooze I had a shower. On reflection I guess that has never been typical of any time...or has it ? Anyway, before descending into metaphysical unknowns, That is what happened yesterday morning. After my shower I got dressed ready to go out. I must admit that it was gone midday by then.

  I had a sort of irrational feeling that a walk to Tesco would not be too bad, and indeed compared to last time it was not too bad. I did make a point of trying to walk slower, and I pre-emptively stopped for a minute or two if I felt any chest discomfort coming on. That seemed to work better than waiting for the discomfort and trying to rest then. I think I had two pauses on the way, and arrived at Tesco not feeling any discomfort (unlike last time).

  There was a possible downside to this, and it made me ignore most ideas about not wanting to buy too much to carry in my current condition. I actually seemed to have few restraints about filling my basket until I got to the soft drinks section. I decided that three 2l bottles were about the maximum I should carry (two would have been a bit safer, but carrying three in my rucksack didn't feel too bad.

  I bought a mixture of safer stuff like vegetables and ice cream (which despite any common sense does seem to be a safe choice for me). Less safe stuff, unless eaten in carefully controlled moderation was a couple of cakes. I must admit I was not too worried about the sugar content of stuff because Mounjaro injections control my blood glucose level really well. The flaw in this argument was that I didn't have any Mounjaro while in hospital, and the injection I did do a few days ago was only about a half dose because the injector pen had almost run out. I have to arrange to see the Diabetes nurse at the group practice once I know what I am doing hospital appointment wise.

  The walk back from Tesco, carrying a fair load, was not too bad, and mostly because I was deliberately stopping for a short breather before I had to. Once indoors I put my shopping away, and then had a late lunch. It was a Tesco ready made sandwich followed by a serving of chocolate crunch ice cream that had veins of very sweet liquid fudge running through it. By any normal metric it would be strictly off limits to anyone with diabetes, but my half dose of Mounjaro kept everything safe.

  I think I had a short snooze after my lunch, but I had things to do - the usual preparation for an afternoon beer tasting session. I tidied the dining room table (although it could have done with a scrub to get rid of Jodie's spilled food, and beer spills), and I washed the beer glasses. First to arrive was Alan at about 4pm - later than the usual (approx) 3.30pm start. He was joined by Jodie who had warned me show was running late, and also warned me that Alan might get here first - which he did.

  Last to Arrive was Michael. He was in his normal moaning mood. After a couple of beer to loosen his tongue he was on a right rant about how much he hates modern Catford, and how muggers and stabbers lurk around every corner these days. He also had another rant about how all the routes he once knew have turned into one way streets, and even roads that are forbidden to traffic at certain times (principally roads going past a school).

  Nevertheless, it was quite a good drink, and with no hospital until next Tuesday, and I didn't turn down my share of any can or bottle opened. That is not to say that I got drunk, although it would be foolish to say I was as sober as a judge at the end. Once everyone had gone home I had my dinner.

  Dinner started with a whole pack of ready cooked BBQ flavoured chicken wings. I heated them in the microwave for a minute or two, and that seemed to be enough to drive away most of the taste. That was a bit disappointing, and I thought that maybe I should have eaten them cold. It would certainly have made the meat a bit more chewy instead of so soft it didn't fully satisfy. My dessert was more of the previously described chocolate crunch ice cream. I didn't mean to, but I seemed to eat the whole of the 500ml tub yesterday.

  My evening was the usual mix of TV I always end up watching, although once again I stopped earlier than usual so I could get to bed early. I was feeling tired, and sleep was beckoning. That didn't seem to stop me reading almost a whole chapter (fortunately a short one) of Douglas Adam's 5th "Hitchiker" book called "Mostly Harmless".

  Despite getting up to pee a lot, I felt I got a pretty good sleep last night. The frequent peeing was part the result of drinking beer, and mostly because I took my Furosemide diuretic tablets last night. All that peeing has drained the fluid out of my legs and feet. Both look pretty normal this morning. Once my heart is working OK I shouldn't need those diuretic tablets.

  This morning featured some good news. Despite the ice cream and stuff, my blood glucose was back to being very good this morning. I had two good readings of 7.5mmol/l (I think that is still my self set target), and one slightly higher reading of 7.8mmol/l - still a very good reading, and all far, far better than the two readings of 9.1mmol/l yesterday morning.

  All the fluid I peed from my body was good for my weight....although it could have been better. This morning I actually gained 200gm, but it is still a fairly pleasing figure - but lower would still be very desirable. My blood pressure is possibly a bit too low this morning, but 103/42 is apparently "Optimum" according to my blood pressure meter - unless "Opt" stands for something more sinister. My pulse rate at 63bpm is mildly high for when I was supposed to be resting.

  Today I think I will set myself another challenge. If it is not pissing down with rain (possible) when I am ready to go out, I may go shopping in Poundstetcher. It is a similar walk to Tesco, and so could be OK if I have my little rests on the way. There is nothing I really need in there, but a few things might be handy. One thing would be a loose leaf binder so I can keep my beer delivery lists in some sort of date order, and might stand a better chance of finding where I had ordered some beers from. It doesn't matter to me, but Jodie demands to known where a certain bottle or can came from when she logs it on the Untappd web site for beer fanatics.

  One other thing I may do today, besides lots of snoozing and advanced forms of laziness, is to do a bit of laundry. I guess I have a bit of a backlog now, but the only important things will be a clean Catford t-shirt for my next hospital stay starting next Tuesday, and some clean underwear is always desirable. I am also looking forward to tucking into two sandwiches I bought from Tesco yesterday. One, possibly both, will be for lunch.

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