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What was your fasting blood glucose? (full on chat)

A windy and slightly damp start here but temperatures set to rise for the next few days. Bg was 5.0 @ 6.00 am so I am grateful for that. Some other markers seem to have felt the need to realign themselves otherwise than I would want just to keep me interested. I ate a very definitely ultra-processed (but very LC) item of food yesterday which according to the latest research may well have set my personal Doomsday Clock too close to midnight. I won't be following the big debate over why cheese is not ultra-processed when salami is as there are lawns to cut and cricket to watch. Maybe Bob Mueller can exonerate salami.
@Shas3 enjoy Ascension day and @True Blue enjoy TMS - the cyber bantz on BBC sport website can be good as well.
Good fbg but a funny rating for the cogent explanation of processed doomsday food.
 
Morning All. 6.5 but I did have a bit of a day yesterday.
Eye patch has come off and am more comfy back with my own glasses. But I feel completely drained today so my coping machanism yesterday must have raised my fight or flight hence the tiredness and high FBG. So another quiet day today for me.
@True Blue @DJC3 @gennepher @Bubbsie I did wonder if the two “no shows” might have been elderly, frail, without family and carers coming in. Its easy in that situation to miss an appointment. Btw they sent me a letter then texted me a reminder every week and 3 days before appt telephoned me to check I was well and able to have the procedure. There are undoubtedly good reasons for people not turning up but those two missed appts could have been used by two people on the waiting list. This is a very large and busy hospital who treat nearly a million patients a year. The NHS has many challenges.
 
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@gennepher sorry you are still feeling bad, have a restful day, could you make a flask of tea and keep it next to you, with a supply of chocolate of course!
Have a good Thursday everyone. Stay well, stay safe.

Thank you very much.
I will.

You take care too...it is easy to start stuff too soon thinking we are still 17 years old....

>^..^<
 
Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen and a big apology for my temporary absence from this thread ( other Fred's are available ). I would like to take this opportunity to dispell the rumours ( other Fleetwood Mac records available ) circulating.
1. I was not on a book signing tour for my latest publication " BBQ recipe's for next doors noisy pet "
2. The pet picture posters hit man did not get me, in fact he went orf with a signed copy of my book.
3. I was not a guest of HMP Belmarsh.

Well as for my readings, my meter behaved itself, but on the other hand I did not at times, this morning I was greeted with a middle aged 6.5 My readings while absent were between 4.5 and 9.0 still below the 10 number.

Today folks my mobile communicator will be red red hot as my pals chaos and mayhem and the rest of me's catch up on scheme's.
Enjoy yourselves, remember it could be worse you might be my neighbour.
 
The walk along the sea front to the town is like wandering up the yellow brick road; except of course it’s not yellow, nor made of bricks and it is a path - anyway, there is, as my granny used to say, a view around every bend. There may also be a wizard at the end as we heard “See My Baby Jive” blaring out of a tapas bar as we walked past.

Edit: forgot the number bit - a silky smooth 5.0 on the wonder wheel.

Playa Flamingo is one of a very few places with sand on this volcanic wasteland. Green things mainly seem to exist in gardens and even then most of them bite you if you wander near and the ground is beneath your feet, the ground remains of the last time the volcano decided to get all petulant and moody.

Anyhow, Playa Flamingo; after a careful 20 milli second scan of the sandy paradise, Little Miss Pamplemousse declared, “I can’t see the Flaminogos. Where are they? Flamingos are pink, I should be able to see the Flamingos. I can’t see them anywhere.”
So, we settled upon hunting for the DoDo to the sound of The Walrus and The Carpenter and a creature hunt amongst the rocks at the end of the beach. Chaos and Mayhem currently detest any situation where sand meets flesh, and are not backwards in in voicing protests, so the swimming shoes that they were wearing remained firmly on their feet.

“Tea” .....”hot”..... “tea”....hot”.
“Do you like tea?”
“Yeh!”
The twins have taken a liking to tea - Mrs Miggins has lots of tea, Yorkshire, decaf.
They don’t mind sharing so you do get to drink some of it yourself; but you must share - and “me next”, “Alice next” instructions must be followed.
It’s a good game once you get used to a small hand testing the temperature of the tea mug every nano second to the word “hot” until it cools down enough.

Have a great day if you can.

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The walk along the sea front to the town is like wandering up the yellow brick road; except of course it’s not yellow, nor made of bricks and it is a path - anyway, there is, as my granny used to say, a view around every corner. There may also be a wizard at the end as we heard “See My Baby Jive” blaring out of a tapas bar as we walked past.

Playa Flamingo is one of a very few places with sand on this volcanic wasteland. Green things mainly seem to exist in gardens and even then most of them bite you if you wander near and the ground is beneath your feet, the ground remains of the last time the volcano decided to get all petulant and moody.

Anyhow, Playa Flamingo; after a careful 20 milli second scan of the sandy paradise, Little Miss Pamplemousse declared, “I can’t see the Flaminogos. Where are they? Flamingos are pink, I should be able to see the Flamingos. I can’t see them anywhere.”
So, we settled upon hunting for the DoDo to the sound of The Walrus and The Carpenter and a creature hunt amongst the rocks at the end of the beach. Chaos and Mayhem currently detest any situation where sand meets flesh, and are not backwards in in voicing protests, so the swimming shoes that they were wearing remained firmly on their feet.

“Tea” .....”hot”..... “tea”....hot”.
“Do you like tea?”
“Yeh!”
The twins have taken a liking to tea - Mrs Miggins has lots of tea, Yorkshire, decaf.
They don’t mind sharing so you do get to drink some of it yourself; but you must share - and “me next”, “Alice next” instructions must be followed.
It’s a good game once you get used to a small hand testing the temperature of the tea mug every nano second to the word “hot” until it cools down enough.

Have a great day if you can.

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They are so sweet and beautiful.
>^..^<
 
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It is Popeye's birthday today.

He is....27years old.
His mother was my black cat Amethyst.
She had him on a pile of my paper photographs which I kept in an old open ice cream box...and the photos were not retrievable....
He is now sharing my electric blanket.
I don't think we are going to be getting up to any wild parties today...

>^..^< >^..^<
 
5.7 for me this morning before I forget to post. Thought it’d be higher after an unrestful night. Both granddaughters staying over little one’s face with the puncture holes from the dog bite makes me sad to look at. The 8 yo has trouble sleeping as she gets terrible nightmares, consequently she’s now afraid to go to sleep. We were all cuddled in together but its squshed and not particularly restful. I’m constantly expecting her to wake up terrified.
They will both heal with all the love they are surrounded with I have no doubt. How is your daughter and son in law? How is the other dog also?
 
@dunelm your grandaughters are beautiful and sound a lot of fun to be around! How lucky they are to to have the grandparents who are so interested and join in the fun. Btw I like flamingoes too! Maybe an out of season trip to the zoo to check them out could be a good outing for you and them. Enjoy every moment and I know you will.
 
@gennepher happy birthday to Popeye from me Bobs and Daisy. I love the black heart shape on his nose. Do you know how old he is?
He is....27years old.
His mother was my black cat Amethyst.
She had him on a pile of my paper photographs which I kept in an old open ice cream box...and the photos were not retrievable....
He is now sharing my electric blanket.
I don't think we are going to be getting up to any wild parties today...

>^..^< >^..^<
 
The walk along the sea front to the town is like wandering up the yellow brick road; except of course it’s not yellow, nor made of bricks and it is a path - anyway, there is, as my granny used to say, a view around every bend. There may also be a wizard at the end as we heard “See My Baby Jive” blaring out of a tapas bar as we walked past.

Edit: forgot the number bit - a silky smooth 5.0 on the wonder wheel.

Playa Flamingo is one of a very few places with sand on this volcanic wasteland. Green things mainly seem to exist in gardens and even then most of them bite you if you wander near and the ground is beneath your feet, the ground remains of the last time the volcano decided to get all petulant and moody.

Anyhow, Playa Flamingo; after a careful 20 milli second scan of the sandy paradise, Little Miss Pamplemousse declared, “I can’t see the Flaminogos. Where are they? Flamingos are pink, I should be able to see the Flamingos. I can’t see them anywhere.”
So, we settled upon hunting for the DoDo to the sound of The Walrus and The Carpenter and a creature hunt amongst the rocks at the end of the beach. Chaos and Mayhem currently detest any situation where sand meets flesh, and are not backwards in in voicing protests, so the swimming shoes that they were wearing remained firmly on their feet.

“Tea” .....”hot”..... “tea”....hot”.
“Do you like tea?”
“Yeh!”
The twins have taken a liking to tea - Mrs Miggins has lots of tea, Yorkshire, decaf.
They don’t mind sharing so you do get to drink some of it yourself; but you must share - and “me next”, “Alice next” instructions must be followed.
It’s a good game once you get used to a small hand testing the temperature of the tea mug every nano second to the word “hot” until it cools down enough.

Have a great day if you can.

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@jjraak you have serious competition as the thread raconteur on tour plus @dunelm , clearly being a seasoned politico, has included cute granddaughters. Now, all we need is a snap of his kitchen with many ovens and one of him jogging and he is good to go for "the big one"
 
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Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen and a big apology for my temporary absence from this thread ( other Fred's are available ). I would like to take this opportunity to dispell the rumours ( other Fleetwood Mac records available ) circulating.
1. I was not on a book signing tour for my latest publication " BBQ recipe's for next doors noisy pet "
2. The pet picture posters hit man did not get me, in fact he went orf with a signed copy of my book.
3. I was not a guest of HMP Belmarsh.

Well as for my readings, my meter behaved itself, but on the other hand I did not at times, this morning I was greeted with a middle aged 6.5 My readings while absent were between 4.5 and 9.0 still below the 10 number.

Today folks my mobile communicator will be red red hot as my pals chaos and mayhem and the rest of me's catch up on scheme's.
Enjoy yourselves, remember it could be worse you might be my neighbour.

A good collection of datum items - are you collecting these in some linear fashion or playing the Gaussian game of “kick out the outliers”?
Looking forward to a signed copy of your BBQ book - does it come with studio set photographs as in F Cradock’s now controversially titled Common Market Cookery (don’t mention the F word here), or, carefully illustrated with drawings like in my copy of The Compleat Waterfowler: A Discourse on Duck Hunting With a Little Goose on the Side by Brian R Peterson and Angus McLean?
 
@jjraak you have serious competition as the thread raconteur on tour plus @dunelm , clearly being a seasoned politico, has included cute granddaughters. Now, all we need is snap of his kitchen with many ovens and one of him jogging and he is good to go for "the big one"

I wanted a photo of them tasting a burger to disprove rumours of BSE but they ran off laughing.
 
I wanted a photo of them tasting a burger to disprove rumours of BSE but they ran off laughing.
Definitely not Gum and Gummer then. Have the Ostrich or Buffalo burgers we feed our striplings been implicated in #BSEgate? Is mad Ostrich disease a thing yet? One finds keeping on trend with food news so tiresome. At least Moore's law gives an 18 month to 2 year period to adjust. Will the good men and true of your UK neck of the woods be banned from chanting Huawei the lads? All so very vexatious on the spirit don't you find?
 
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Another 6.2 this morning. If my meter is stuck there, there are worse numbers it could be stuck on. I am up before dawn again; I used to do that only for a horse show. Having fallen in love with Blandford Forum yesterday, I spent the rest of the evening looking for similar towns over here, that I might possibly be able to move to. A friend and I discussed New England as a possibility. I want a small town, where I can walk out of my front door and turn one way and walk to a grocery store; turn the other way and walk to a doctor; cross the street and walk to a church and/or the library. Some place with sidewalks. Doesn't seem like a lot to ask, but is evidently more than most town planners ever planned for.
 
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