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

Been a bit of a week or two here.

Suffice to say one major event rattled through our little group, setting off a small chain of events, that have required a lot of careful observations.

A little cryptic, but it's all personal to me & others, so don't want to say more, right now.

All of which leads up to the last few days being the reason I've dropped the ball, T2D wise.

So, an enjoyable meal with our Steph, good conversation, great food (Chinatown, wong kei)..and the tiniest beer bottle I've ever seen (33cl...or a gulp as it's more correctly called)

Homeward bound & a stop off, brought a small hangover Monday morning...my bad

No FBG then & I forget this morning ... :banghead:

Other news is starting to get a little more pain in my leg.

Specialist other week said some pain is caused around knee by the bolts through leg, which sort of fits with the location & degree of pain.

New pain is around the skin grafted area, that's not infected thank goodness, but the area is more painful.

I'm wondering if lots of that is simply the nerves, pain receptors, whatever, that got cut or damaged during the accident or (more likely) the repair works, are making themselves active again...mmhh.

And yes, I know I should be making an appointment to see the doc, but I think I'm just sounding it out, aloud, because I think it will be back to the hospital that did the operations for them to take a good look at it ...if it continues.
I gave you a hug, but you need a winner emojie and a few other things too @jjraak
Life does suck.
You could be right saying ...
"I'm wondering if lots of that is simply the nerves, pain receptors, whatever, that got cut or damaged during the accident or (more likely) the repair works, are making themselves active again...mmhh."

I have a couple of injuries, one from childhood, one from 30 years ago, the pain so specific for each area, which flare up every once in a while. With me, I think the body remembers and the nerves and pain receptors agonisingly remind me. I need to take pain killers for both. Yet, with me neither bother me the rest of the time.

It is still very soon after your accident. Your body is still doing repair work, and your body is probably still testing the waters how much repair work it can do for you (aided by the docs and surgeons repair work as well).

Only you can know whether you need to make appointment with docs. You will make the right decisions. Sending healing thoughts your way.
 
And not too sure how I feel, but I sold the silver scooter today

The cost of it just sat there for another year, was one I could no longer justify to myself.

Best insurance quote just north of £500, for a 125, when 3 years back I paid less to insure 2 125 scooter AND the 900cc..:wideyed::banghead:

And it's highly unlikely I'd be able to use it this year either

So as of now, all the bikes are gone.

And like I say, not sure how I feel about that.

A sense of loss I guess, sounds rather silly

But while a part of me is arguing it's just another turn of the page and the ending of a chapter ...
A whole other side of me sees that as the closing of the book .

Take care, all.
Again you need more than one emojie for all your emotions on this, so some hugs as well @jjraak

It is not silly, feeling a sense of loss. It is grief when you are making a decision like that.

I had a letter from a penfriend in Ukraine yesterday. She is a history teacher, and she was telling me of how maybe up to several times a day she has to take her students to the air raid shelters, and they may be there up to 3 hours. That relentless stress going on for years takes its own toll. That was me crying because I had been doing my own research on wartime (WW2) casualties on my own family who died in the Swansea bombings, and I had just gone down the rabbit hole of finding out what happens to a body in a bomb blast, after reading who identified them and how. All these hand written records and signatures. And the children.

I have my own little piece of heaven here, I have a comfy bed. I have the countryside visiting me at night. I can see the badger coming up to my glass door. He looks at me, maybe he pities me in my glass cage, who knows. We all have grumbles. It is up to us to find a bit of heaven. A place of peace in our minds each moment we can.

The future is (or can be) a scary place. Maybe not an easy place. Uncertainty. But we do the best we can, any way we can.

Take care of yourself.
 
Fbg 5.1 today.

I see they have found a suspected UXB in Keyham Plymouth not far from what was my Uncles house Adrian went to Keyham Barton school and that had been there all this time mind you Plymouth was per capita head the most bombed city in the UK so it’s not so surprising.
 
Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen and those whose days of swinging from lampshades and beating your chest while making Tarzan type noises are history, bet one or several of you thought me me’s and myself were going to write about leaping off wardrobes. Shhh but I nearly did.

Blood sugars today were 6.8, well within my hospital given range.

Mixed bag of posts so far today, best wishes to @jjraak , @Lamont D , @True Blue and any others I have missed.
@jjraak sorry to read you are giving up being a greaser ( motorcyclist) for the time being, but your logic is sound. Hope all goes well.

Here in Tilehurst Towers it is plinky plonky ( keyboard lessons), regular Covid
test -ve thankfully and ignore the religious zealots in the centre of Reading day.

Now it time the walrus said to ( too or two ) depart and get on with life.
Stay safe all.
 
Thinking about sitting at that kitchen table I was picturing my grandmother making her "China Pudding" and I realised that part of the process was adding dabs of butter to the pastry. That was a puzzle because it was definitely suet pastry. She refused to ever teach either of her daughters to cook so they, and I, just had to watch and see if we could reproduce it. I could not have been more than 4 at the time, but the memory is fixed. She made the suet pastry, rolled it into a rectangle (must have been just under 1/2 inch thick) and then, using a dinner knife, put little dabs of softened butter close together, all over about 2/3 of the pastry, folded the last 1/3 over the middle 1/3, then folded the remaining 1/3 over the rest. She may have rested it for a while then, but she didn't have a fridge, so just on the table. Then she would roll it out again and lay the bacon rashers:eek::eek: over the whole surface before rolling it like a swiss roll and putting it in a cloth (already fairly wet and covered in flour), tied the ends with string and put it into the big pot of boiling water to cook. I have never been able to reproduce that bacon roll - bacon isn't the same and I can't make the pastry. Maybe I could, using my memory. Not much reason to do it these days though.

It is there in bright colours and detail and I hadn't thought about it more than once in the last many years until I saw that big, black pot. Amazing what brings back memories. Can't throw it out, or even let it be damaged by holding plant pots. May just get Neil to make a pedestal for it!
I think this may have been what my gran called bacon rolly polly. I think that her’s may have had onion in as well as the bacon. Supermarket bacon is so wafer thin and watery for this I suspect. We get lovely thick slices from our butcher (not him personally!). :eek::eek::nurse::oldman:
 
Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen and those whose days of swinging from lampshades and beating your chest while making Tarzan type noises are history, bet one or several of you thought me me’s and myself were going to write about leaping off wardrobes. Shhh but I nearly did.

Blood sugars today were 6.8, well within my hospital given range.

Mixed bag of posts so far today, best wishes to @jjraak , @Lamont D , @True Blue and any others I have missed.
@jjraak sorry to read you are giving up being a greaser ( motorcyclist) for the time being, but your logic is sound. Hope all goes well.

Here in Tilehurst Towers it is plinky plonky ( keyboard lessons), regular Covid
test -ve thankfully and ignore the religious zealots in the centre of Reading day.

Now it time the walrus said to ( too or two ) depart and get on with life.
Stay safe all.
Have a great day Mr Weissmuller.
 
Been a bit of a week or two here.

Suffice to say one major event rattled through our little group, setting off a small chain of events, that have required a lot of careful observations.

A little cryptic, but it's all personal to me & others, so don't want to say more, right now.

All of which leads up to the last few days being the reason I've dropped the ball, T2D wise.

So, an enjoyable meal with our Steph, good conversation, great food (Chinatown, wong kei)..and the tiniest beer bottle I've ever seen (33cl...or a gulp as it's more correctly called)

Homeward bound & a stop off, brought a small hangover Monday morning...my bad

No FBG then & I forget this morning ... :banghead:

Other news is starting to get a little more pain in my leg.

Specialist other week said some pain is caused around knee by the bolts through leg, which sort of fits with the location & degree of pain.

New pain is around the skin grafted area, that's not infected thank goodness, but the area is more painful.

I'm wondering if lots of that is simply the nerves, pain receptors, whatever, that got cut or damaged during the accident or (more likely) the repair works, are making themselves active again...mmhh.

And yes, I know I should be making an appointment to see the doc, but I think I'm just sounding it out, aloud, because I think it will be back to the hospital that did the operations for them to take a good look at it ...if it continues.
Hug for the pain, a cheer for no infection and must have been good getting out - Wardour Street? I attended a three week residential pain management course a couple of years ago and it really helped with my lower back damage. Lot’s of things tried over that time but for myself, I found exercising in a swimming pool helped as well as meditation. Other attendees found their own sweet spot as it were.
 
Morning all.
Off to the health centre for annual diabetic screening. FBG 6.3 mmol at 0615. Hoping for some good stats at the feedback session. This used to be face-to-face with a real doctor, now it is a phone call.
Have a good day.
All the best with that. Yes, I just get a phone call telling me what my A1c is and only get called in if there is something drastically wrong - currently still in remission according to whatever graph they have massaged (probably a baby growth chart - and for girls). :banghead::bigtears:
 
Good morning everyone on a drizzly start to the day here in the dark and dangerous north. Funny old day yesterday. Not much going on but was exhausted by 2100. Only just over 8.000 steps - I shall call it grandchild lag and leave it at that. Only part of my prescription came through so went and retrieved it only to get a text later in the day telling me that the missing link had been discovered and was now available for viewing - tickets available from the dispensary desk. I shall go back into town this afternoon when hopefully the rain has subsided. I think it is a cunning plan to get people walking more. Art bit - as much as I want to do with this. Had fun doing it. Hope today is as pleasant as it can be. I shall finish my koffy and do some exercises.


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I have my own little piece of heaven here, I have a comfy bed. I have the countryside visiting me at night. I can see the badger coming up to my glass door. He looks at me, maybe he pities me in my glass cage, who knows. We all have grumbles. It is up to us to find a bit of heaven. A place of peace in our minds each moment we can.
Yes, you are so right @gennepher.
 
I think this may have been what my gran called bacon rolly polly. I think that her’s may have had onion in as well as the bacon. Supermarket bacon is so wafer thin and watery for this I suspect. We get lovely thick slices from our butcher (not him personally!). :eek::eek::nurse::oldman:
You're quite right about the bacon. I think my grandmother used Wiltshire bacon and it was thick cut, unlike the stuff I can get either in butchers or supermarkets here. I used to be able to buy Wiltshire cure here, but not any more. Just as well I can't eat any kind of roly poly pudding any more, and just have the bacon with vegetables most of the time.
 
Just to let you know, I have had to spend time away from the forum.
Family matters. Lots of 'em.
Has @lindisfel been in touch?
Hope your keeping as well as possible.

My best wishes to you all as always.
Hope you managed to deal with the family matters and that they didn't cause too much stress to add to your usual burden. Good to see you back.
 
And not too sure how I feel, but I sold the silver scooter today

The cost of it just sat there for another year, was one I could no longer justify to myself.

Best insurance quote just north of £500, for a 125, when 3 years back I paid less to insure 2 125 scooter AND the 900cc..:wideyed::banghead:

And it's highly unlikely I'd be able to use it this year either

So as of now, all the bikes are gone.

And like I say, not sure how I feel about that.

A sense of loss I guess, sounds rather silly

But while a part of me is arguing it's just another turn of the page and the ending of a chapter ...
A whole other side of me sees that as the closing of the book .

Take care, all.
That's just how Mr K felt when he made the decision to SORN his Triumph Bonneville.. He still takes it out of the garage from time to time and starts it up and polish it.
 
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Been a bit of a week or two here.

Suffice to say one major event rattled through our little group, setting off a small chain of events, that have required a lot of careful observations.

A little cryptic, but it's all personal to me & others, so don't want to say more, right now.

All of which leads up to the last few days being the reason I've dropped the ball, T2D wise.

So, an enjoyable meal with our Steph, good conversation, great food (Chinatown, wong kei)..and the tiniest beer bottle I've ever seen (33cl...or a gulp as it's more correctly called)

Homeward bound & a stop off, brought a small hangover Monday morning...my bad

No FBG then & I forget this morning ... :banghead:

Other news is starting to get a little more pain in my leg.

Specialist other week said some pain is caused around knee by the bolts through leg, which sort of fits with the location & degree of pain.

New pain is around the skin grafted area, that's not infected thank goodness, but the area is more painful.

I'm wondering if lots of that is simply the nerves, pain receptors, whatever, that got cut or damaged during the accident or (more likely) the repair works, are making themselves active again...mmhh.

And yes, I know I should be making an appointment to see the doc, but I think I'm just sounding it out, aloud, because I think it will be back to the hospital that did the operations for them to take a good look at it ...if it continues.
Sorry to hear about the new pain. You've dealt so well with the pain you've already suffered but it may be a step forward in the healing process (I hope). Maybe a visit to the doctor could reassure you on that. If not, perhaps another visit to the hospital will help to sort it out.
 
And not too sure how I feel, but I sold the silver scooter today

The cost of it just sat there for another year, was one I could no longer justify to myself.

Best insurance quote just north of £500, for a 125, when 3 years back I paid less to insure 2 125 scooter AND the 900cc..:wideyed::banghead:

And it's highly unlikely I'd be able to use it this year either

So as of now, all the bikes are gone.

And like I say, not sure how I feel about that.

A sense of loss I guess, sounds rather silly

But while a part of me is arguing it's just another turn of the page and the ending of a chapter ...
A whole other side of me sees that as the closing of the book .

Take care, all.
A quite understandable sense of loss. Those bikes obviously meant a lot to you and were part of your life so it doesn't sound silly at all. It's definitely not the closing of a book, just the start of a new chapter. Lots to look forward to.
 
Again you need more than one emojie for all your emotions on this, so some hugs as well @jjraak

It is not silly, feeling a sense of loss. It is grief when you are making a decision like that.

I had a letter from a penfriend in Ukraine yesterday. She is a history teacher, and she was telling me of how maybe up to several times a day she has to take her students to the air raid shelters, and they may be there up to 3 hours. That relentless stress going on for years takes its own toll. That was me crying because I had been doing my own research on wartime (WW2) casualties on my own family who died in the Swansea bombings, and I had just gone down the rabbit hole of finding out what happens to a body in a bomb blast, after reading who identified them and how. All these hand written records and signatures. And the children.

I have my own little piece of heaven here, I have a comfy bed. I have the countryside visiting me at night. I can see the badger coming up to my glass door. He looks at me, maybe he pities me in my glass cage, who knows. We all have grumbles. It is up to us to find a bit of heaven. A place of peace in our minds each moment we can.

The future is (or can be) a scary place. Maybe not an easy place. Uncertainty. But we do the best we can, any way we can.

Take care of yourself.
Awful for those living in war zones whenever and wherever they are. Bombs are terrifying things - so indiscriminate and so devastating. Your piece of heaven sounds so wonderful and peaceful, but in that paradise, during the night, nature is still there, red in tooth and claw, as you witnessed the other night. It was devastating for some creature that night. It is a sad part of life that we have to come to terms with, but for some it comes closer than seems bearable, while for others it can be academic. Your concern for those who have suffered and who continue to suffer does you credit.
 
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