Lamont D
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- 17,897
- Type of diabetes
- Reactive hypoglycemia
- Treatment type
- I do not have diabetes
6.8, a soggy, saturated, showery, so windy Sunday.
It is supposed to be double figures temperature wise, but it is wind chill 5 degrees.
I had to do some task in the garden this morning and my hands are just so cold, the arthritis and cold together have given me a low level of pain but the wind also got to my neck and it now feels as though I have a stiffffff
Neck.
Other than that having a quiet day.
'cept the footie on the box.
Mrs L is having a lie in.
I had one as well till 7am. A full six hours snoring, then toilet break and another hour.
Feel so much better, if I get a long uninterrupted sleep.
However, that hour sleep have me a a weirdly dream, in colour and I would love to know who writes the script for them. It's not funny, how they end!
Jolting awake and shaking etc.
Here is the gist of the dream.
I needed a new walking stick. (I don't have one!)
Rang the guy from the shop.
Limped there using my old one, with a scarf and trenchcoat, big boots.
Arrived, I wanted another blue one.
Had to have a red one, not happy.
So limping back the rain washed my feet away and I landed on my backside.
Into a swimming pool. Where Mrs L pushed me to wake me up. It could have been a punch tho.
Kitchen duties need attention.
See you later, alli..........
It is supposed to be double figures temperature wise, but it is wind chill 5 degrees.
I had to do some task in the garden this morning and my hands are just so cold, the arthritis and cold together have given me a low level of pain but the wind also got to my neck and it now feels as though I have a stiffffff
Neck.
Other than that having a quiet day.
'cept the footie on the box.
Mrs L is having a lie in.
I had one as well till 7am. A full six hours snoring, then toilet break and another hour.
Feel so much better, if I get a long uninterrupted sleep.
However, that hour sleep have me a a weirdly dream, in colour and I would love to know who writes the script for them. It's not funny, how they end!
Jolting awake and shaking etc.
Here is the gist of the dream.
I needed a new walking stick. (I don't have one!)
Rang the guy from the shop.
Limped there using my old one, with a scarf and trenchcoat, big boots.
Arrived, I wanted another blue one.
Had to have a red one, not happy.
So limping back the rain washed my feet away and I landed on my backside.
Into a swimming pool. Where Mrs L pushed me to wake me up. It could have been a punch tho.
Kitchen duties need attention.
See you later, alli..........