I packed my bag for the weekend without making a list, and I'm genuinely looking forward to the weekend with very little anxiety.
My friend and I concluded I must have been abducted by aliens and replaced by someone else.

For now, I'm taking this new easier life as a holiday from a nasty chronic condition to save myself from disappointment if one morning things are back to my normal. And if it lasts longer, we'll reassess.
I also 'fixed' my car!
I was going to fiddle with the fuses (right word?) because this helped the last few times. But there was too much wind so I had to hold on to the hood with one hand.
Then I remembered the first thing to do with malfunctioning electrical appliances is to turn it off and back on again: disconnecting and reconnecting the battery was easy with one hand.
Et voilá, the car works again!
Now I'm going to try to go to sleep before midnight, and after that it will be chaos, food- diabetes- and activity-wise for two days!