"What have you eaten" Parallel Chat

While she was here, she asked to see my log book that she told me to keep and use when I was in hospital last year. I think I mentioned she is a cardio nurse practitioner normally.

Gave her my tablet with 18 months of entries in it like this extract, she said that I was about the only patient of hers that kept one. I told her that Naomea the usual NN encouraged me to keep it going.

My output is low the last cuople of days so I have t increase the fluid tablet dosage to keep the weight back as it is creeping up with fluid in my legs

Code:

Date             B P              SPO2       Temp    Output Weight
14.12.2021    99 / 46 / 59    98% / 59    36.4    1.5      70.7
15.12.2021    110 / 50 / 64    96% / 69   36.7    1.2      71.4
16.12.2021                      

405.8
447.3
333.0

 

I was going to post the Let it all hang out video in the other thread,

 

Like the idea of being laid back, but not sure what was going on in this video - I'm pretty deaf and couldn't actually understand it. Maybe just as well, I suspect. Not that I am particularly shockable but would I be, if I was?

 

Having a pretty bad day BG wise. Started off at 12.1 - usually manageable by breakfast but today, it was around 3 am and then I went back to bed. 12.6 by the time I got back up at 8.30. 3 cups of tea later it was up to 16.1 so I took a correction dose and it has still kept on rising to 16.6. Maybe if I eat something now with another large dose of insulin, it will improve. Don't actually feel hungry though. However, don't feel that another correction dose would really be appropriate right now without food.

 

Not wanting to chastise anyone. Just wondering, that's all.

 

Let it all hang out was a 1960's song that was a parody song of one of Bob Dylans songs.

Why I posted it, it was that life gets tedious and I thought a funny song would cheer me up.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let_It_Out_(Let_It_All_Hang_Out)

 

I wasn't having a go at you, @Riva_Roxaban, just meant to have a laugh at my diminishing capabilities (eyes not so good, ears giving up plus all the rest of the worn out me).

I hope it did cheer you up. You could do with something cheerful now and again with all you have to cope with.

 

I'm clearly getting too old - can't see well, can't hear very well, now can't understand when it's written down! These things are all after my time! I have heard of Bob Dylan but wouldn't recognise one of his songs if I heard it. I am contemporary with Perry Como and Bing Crosbie.

That's the alarm just gone off for my lateral flow test and it is ..... negative!

 

I'm often puzzled by some of the posters on this forum, but then I often learn a lot of random stuff from them too
It's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get
(Spot the film reference)

 

To be honest, Bing Crosbie and Perry Como were the musicians of my parents' generation, although my dad was a pretty good Crosbie sound-alike so I was brought up on those songs. He never believed that music that came after the crooners, or even some of the crooners (eg Frank Sinatra was vilified) was composed by anything other than tone deaf nincompoops! It's normal for us oldies. I made the jump to trad jazz and British folk music as well as some country. But I missed on Dylan and his ilk. And, honestly, I think the important part is the words - which is what I can't get - always too fuzzy for me to hear. As an alternative to those, I would choose mediaeval music - usually in latin or old french so I don't expect to understand.

 

Re the goat story, here rather than on the other thread:

Sometimes we used to take our goats to agricultural shows - at the time goats had a very bad reputation amongst local crofters and nobody would try the milk so we tried to publicise them as lovely and useful animals. So, with 2 other members of the goat keepers' society, 2 children of one of the members and 5 goats, all groomed ready for the show, we all piled into the back of a van owned by one member and set off.

The journey there was uneventful enough, if a bit cramped and uncomfortable, seated on the floor in the back of the van with goats milling around and being their usual friendly selves and all the paraphernalia we needed.

One of the van driver's goats won first prize and one of mine came second - both British Saanens and both good milkers. So, in a jolly frame of mind we set off home but, on the way we decided to visit the Callanish Stones - an ancient site on the west side of the Island since one of our number had never been to the Stones. At the site, we all piled out again but the goats got out as well so, rather than try to get them back into the van we decided just to take them for a walk into the stones as well. Imagine, 2 excited children, 3 fairly worn adults (a bit rough around the edges by this stage) and 5 goats parading into the centre of the ancient monument. There were some German (I think) tourists there but they gave us some very odd looks and departed very rapidly. Not sure what they were thinking, but I can imagine. Gave us all a good laugh and added to the jollity of the day. (We were all a bit giggly by this time - nothing taken, just being in such an enclosed space with a restricted air supply.) I'm sure the tourists would have been glad to see us loading the goats into the van and joining them before our departure home.