Breakfast: totally unsuitable - a couple of little squares of an orange cake. Struggling around, trying to get ready to go to get my legs sorted again but very stiff and sore. Just grabbed what was there. I did dose with what I thought was a suitable amount of insulin. Using the fingerprick testing method in the absence of a Libre sensor, so while accurate, it doesn't keep track of what BG is doing.
Felt fine until I got back into the house when I started to shake. B G 3.8. I shouldn't have been shaking at that point, but it was time to do something about it. 2 digestive biscuits and another square of the cake and a cup of tea, should have done the job. I'd collected my new sensors from the pharmacy and stuck it on and it has just warned me that BG is now 2.8. Another biscuit and we'll see how that goes. 2.9. A tiny step in the right direction but not out of the woods yet.
Neil came back from the shops with some lamb's liver, so I'll use some of that for my 2nd meal today. There's a lot in the pack so I'll probably make some pate with the rest.
EDIT: after 2.9 the reader refused to have anything to do with the sensor. I phoned Abbott and they said to leave it for 2 hours and it might just decide to settle down. About and hour later, it came to life with the alert that BG was too high (9.1). Just now it's reading 4.2. It's not yo-yoing, it's trampolining.
Decided that the time had come to arrange for Royal Mail to collect my Christmas card mail - I can't get into the Post Office counters - not exactly easily accessible, so I use the mail collection service. I had set up 10 and the site said I had to stop but then it just hung there and there was nothing I could do except cancel the whole lot. I'll ask Alistair if he was given Christmas stamps this year and beg them from him. Of course, with the new owner, Royal Mail might not be giving their employees free stamps this year.
