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Wow you work at an airport washing jets!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I’ll get my coat and nip to the gym.
 

Hi Helen, no just been a typical day at work and it is generally fairly relaxed. I have been doing the job that long I dont get stressed at all. I have literally gone in and sat on my bum, looked at emails and worked a few spreadsheets. I literally had not moved for 2/3 hours. OK not moving will maybe not bring BG down but to go up from 5.1 to 12.3 is just ridiculous.

I used a fresh needle to inject, defo took the injection

It just infuriating as I did the exact same things the before, same food, same insulin, same lack of movement and BG stayed pretty constant around 6 mark all day
 


We Scots love to deep fry everything, allegedly. However I have never seen or tasted a deep fried mars bar.

I have had deep fried ice cream when I was in Turkey on holiday and it was delish
 
We Scots love to deep fry everything, allegedly. However I have never seen or tasted a deep fried mars bar.

I have had deep fried ice cream when I was in Turkey on holiday and it was delish

I had deep fried haggis way back when the T1 signs were beginning to manifest - haggisfest - it was lovely and filling. The hotter the fat is the less that’s absorbed, always hot before elf an safety
 

Would a little cross body pouch work at all? It'd be easy to adjust by just swivelling it a bit.

I made myself such a pouch a few months ago, for my phone, when gardening or various other "stuff", when I might not have a convenient, appropriate pocket. My DSN friend commented it looks just like a pump pouch when she saw me sporting it mowing the lawns.
 
Any chance of a photo?
It sounds like a pump belt (which I have tried) but find it gets sweaty. But I may be wrong.

Here y'go (excuse the quality).

The phone goes all the way down. I was just illustrating with it sticking out of the top.

It took 10 minutes to make from a remnant of nylon I had made sail bags from, with some nylon webbing, but could be made from anything. I didn't make any closure, but it could easily have a tab up and over the top, with velcro to stop the contents from liberating themselves. It could also have a slide adjuster on the strap to raise or lower it. With a quick slide you could reduce the strap length to pull the pouch up and situate it on your back or even chest. Mine sits at about hip level, but that's only because I cut a random length of the webbing from the roll when I made it.

If you fancy having a go, but can't think what you'd make it from. I have loads of the nylon and webbing in my workshop.

Edited to add, if sweaty is an issue, the back could be cotton or cotton canvas.
 

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I had deep fried haggis way back when the T1 signs were beginning to manifest - haggisfest - it was lovely and filling. The hotter the fat is the less that’s absorbed, always hot before elf an safety
The only time I've had Scots battered haggis was the summer of the year I got T1D, we'd gone to a scooter rally in Dunbar, 17 years old on a 125cc Lambretta, discovered a beer called 'heavy' and then discovered the pubs didn't shut at 3pm (they did in England back then ) and eventually chanced upon a chippy who sold us battered haggis and chips...
 
 
Like the idea that Pumpy is "he" my BG is "she". Is this anthropomorphism at it's best/worst?
 
Like the idea that Pumpy is "he" my BG is "she". Is this anthropomorphism at it's best/worst?

It makes them part of the family like cars (mine has a female name that just sprang to mind when I first saw its number plate), boats (no, I don’t have one), and the wonderful Somerset usage that gives you everything a ‘he’ e g the kettle - you just ‘put him on’. And of course pets, horses, chickens. . .
I love the idea of Pumpy being a he, and Madame BG.
 

Can confirm - all my cars get monikers that suit their 'personality'.
 
Right, it’s been a long and happy day so off to bed. My lovely daughter gave me a silversmithing day for my birthday and I’m now wearing a ring I made with a moss agate stone, a bit of prehistoric moss that I feel a bit sorry for as it got trapped in what was to become an agate but is now luminously lovely. Very cheerful night night all.
 
Update, just googled moss agate and it’s not moss but chalcedony with traces of impurities such as copper or iron. Not sure whether to be sorry or relieved it’s not actually moss.
 
Evening all, very dull day sorting out all my jewellery ready for a craft market in New Brighton at the weekend. As much as I love silversmithing myself, I’ve not been able to make a living at it, so am selling off my older stock and concentrating on the commission stuff I do, alongside a proper job (yet to be acquired). Would love to see what you’ve made, @Fairygodmother

No news on the abscess front either, just shoving the pills down (not up!) me. Looking forward to an eruption at the most inconvenient moment possible.

Off to the Wirral tomorrow via Oxford, so a lot of miles, about three hundred. Will be nice to spend a few days with my mum, so need to pack my medical kit bag before bed...
 
10.1 this morning at 5.30 which I expected to be higher in all honesty as I was trying to get to bed last night and I kept getting low readings despite an evening meal consisting mainly of high carb spuds!
I threw food at me and caution to the wind in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.

Have a freaky Friday everyone

Tony
 
Mels cat to a waking 12.9 as I'd expected to be lower from yesterdays swim, but I guess not so I've an uncooked porridge pot sat sitting on the side winking at me whilst I wait for my bloods to drop

And just as I was going to post that my child came back home having missed her bus so in pj's and slippers I've driven her half way and dropped her in front of the bus, or in front of it on its route
 
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