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Diabetics R Us

Morning all

I made mushroom stroganoff for tea last night and Alan ate it all but wasn't impressed - "too many mushrooms and not enough chicken" o_O

I don't read enough, don't get enough time except when we're away in the motorhome. I'm currently reading the Chris Stewart series of books
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Stewart_(author)

Have a good day.

H :)
 
Antje77 said:
I would send you my old ones but they live in my bathroom where they're usually finished when the next one is due. So they're not really up to a second life after a month in wet surroundings.
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My last post that was supposed to quote and reply to yours came out without showing yours as a quote but as my own post. Sorry about that -- I have no idea what happened. Yesterday DCUK posted a thread I had drafted and then deleted!

Computers. No logic, no reason. Thank goodness. Humans still matter. :D
 
When I decided to get my bedroom decorated and had my bed moved to the dining room I gave away my dining suite. This was because I had decided to change the dining room into a sort of day room/office and plans are afoot to buy a pedestal desk and a day bed. (And a computer to sit on the desk!).
Having spent too long in the dining room I now feel the need to have that redecorated too.

Note to self: Be extra specially nice to XL sons and buy a lottery ticket.
 
Mr Blue is still working on finishing the new breakfast room, which is an extension. All he had left to do was the beading round the edges of the floor tiles. This beading came delivered in two tubes, each with half a dozen lengths of the beading. He successfully fitted the beading from the first tube. Opened the second tube to find it is a totally different colour. Completely wrong. Back it will go tomorrow with a few annoyed words. Fortunately it is a local firm that we ordered it from so we can take it back easily. Just annoying that we may have to wait for the correct one to be delivered to the store. These things are sent to try us.
 
Antje77 said:
Same to you! Hope everybody will have better dreams than I had last night.
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I'm sorry you had bad dreams. I just remembered that I had some weird dreams last night. In one a friend of mine came to the library to look up career books. We found one about nursing, published in 1961. Then in a sort of chapter 2 of the dream, the Rolling Stones were going in for their A1C and other lab tests.

I can understand dreaming about nurses and A1C tests, but how the Stones got into the dream I have no idea.

Did A1C testing even exist in 1961?
 
SaskiaKC said:
I'm sorry you had bad dreams.
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I am too! Woke up shaking and crying and thought I just had my first night time hypo. I hadn't, bg was fine at 6.2 or so, it was just the dream.
In my dream I had visited a church last week with a friend during a church service. After the service the preacher or pastor or whatever he was told me it was my turn to lead the service next week as he wouldn't be there. Stupidly, I didn't object, so I had to. I dreamed every day of panicky waiting for next week, as I didn't have a clue of what I should do. (pretty obvious I didn't know, as the only church service I have ever attended was as an 11 years old when the father of my friend had his goodbye service because they moved to another city). All week I chose to ignore the problem, trying not to think about it.
Then the day of the service came and I woke up thinking I could just read something from the bible and it would be all right. Problem was, I don't own a bible (or maybe I do, but if I do it is in a box in the attic), so I couldn't even try to quickly find a part in it that I could read.
The service started with a circle where we all told something about ourselves. That lasted pretty long, which was good, as I still didn't know what to do. I had spotted a bible but realised it wouldn't do to just open it when my part came and read a random page, and I deeply regretted having ignored the problem all week. So I snuck into a side room, pretending not to exist by playing computer games on an enormous screen. After a terrified half hour someone came in to see when I would start doing my pastor thing. I couldn't find the off button of the screen, so I was even more mortified that I had been caught playing a computer game and I started stammering excuses for not doing what I was supposed to do but I was afraid to tell I'm not religious and everything was just panic and regret.
Thankfully I woke up during that crying, stammering, panicked part.

I hardly ever remember dreams and I don't particularly like this one not wanting to leave my brain. I called off the volunteer job I was supposed to go to for only the second time, as it had too many similarities to the situation in my dream. I'm clearly not up to it.

SaskiaKC said:
chapter 2 of the dream, the Rolling Stones were going in for their A1C
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:p :hilarious: :p :hilarious: :p :hilarious:
 
A hug and a mug of virtual (and sugar-free) hot cocoa for that dream. Yikes! Maybe it was right, maybe you are not up to that particular volunteer job.

I just quit a volunteer job here that I thought I would love but I didn't. I haven't given notice, I just haven't been showing up. It's not a formal arrangement of any sort, but I had to tell myself that if I don't like it I don't have to do it. I've volunteered for a couple of other ones, neither of which I feel I'd be much good at, and I'm glad no one has called me to start working on either.

I have weird dreams occasionally that take place in the church I grew up attending. They're never good. Not nightmares, just weird. I'm always looking for something or someone. The church is about 3 miles from here, I could visit any Sunday if I could afford to pay Uber, but I keep telling myself I don't have anything to wear including the "right" shoes. Of all places, a church should fit Thoreau's dictum as an enterprise not requiring new clothes. Or even "OK" ones.
 
I didn't dream last night at all would have been hard to fit a decent dream into the one or two hours sleep I had. Ended up at Asda's at 1:30 AM then back home about 2:45 went back to bed about 3:45 then up at six in the morning bed early tonight I think not that it will be much help if the legs and feet start hurting again starting to get a bit wearisome.
 
SaskiaKC said:
A hug and a mug of virtual (and sugar-free) hot cocoa for that dream. Yikes!
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Thanks, love that!
SaskiaKC said:
I just quit a volunteer job here that I thought I would love but I didn't. I haven't given notice, I just haven't been showing up.
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I called the volunteer job about 45 minutes before I was expected, having been nervous and doubting all week. The dream was just the last clue. No-one answered the phone so I drove up there to tell them in person. To prevent myself from not saying anything and simply stay I took one of the dogs with me in the car, it obviously couldn't stay there for 3 hours, and I didn't take any diabetes stuff with me. Pretty stupid, but hey, it worked :)
SaskiaKC said:
I have weird dreams occasionally that take place in the church I grew up attending.
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I really don't know where the church in my dream came from, as I don't have any experience with churches except as a tourist. Maybe my brain found a place where I'd be very uncomfortable, especially having a leading part. Very smart choice, brain!
SaskiaKC said:
I don't have anything to wear including the "right" shoes. Of all places, a church should fit Thoreau's dictum as an enterprise not requiring new clothes. Or even "OK" ones.
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Of course you don't need the right shoes to go to church. On the other hand, I don't think church is needed for faith (I'm not an expert, though) so it should be fine to stay at home in whatever clothes you feel comfortable in!
 
It's strange, my nightmares always involve my children being in danger and they can leave me unsettled for weeks sometimes months after. The worst nightmare was after I read 'The Exorcist'. Big mistake, I dreamed my firstborn had been posessed. )))shudder (((
 
When you are 71 and dream you are on a proper date with your 23 year old grandson, as I did recently, it is time to be concerned. :arghh:
 
Guzzler said:
It's strange, my nightmares always involve my children being in danger and they can leave me unsettled for weeks sometimes months after. The worst nightmare was after I read 'The Exorcist'. Big mistake, I dreamed my firstborn had been posessed. )))shudder (((
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My brother in law went to the cinema to see the Exorcist when he was about fifteen or sixteen, Judith and I were staying at her parents at the time for a few days he spent the night sleeping in our room on an air bed as it scared him so much, He is now an Educational Psychologist go figure.
 
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