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What was your fasting blood glucose? (full on chat)

HBa1c is 41! I find that hard to take in, especially since my readings have been all over the place these last few weeks..Diabetes nurse says at that level I should be in remission, but it is only achieved by using fairly large doses of insulin, so I can't be. 41 is down from 58 last time I saw her. Opthalmologist says my eyes are fairly stable and there's nothing they can do about the mitochondrial thing, so she doesn't want to see me again. Fine by me. Legs rebandaged (by a student nurse), so that's me done for the day - apart from a Zoom meeting at 8 pm. No appointments now until next Legs day.

I hope next Thursday isn't as windy as today - I only managed to stay upright by hanging on to the gate post as I struggled through the gate. Then I couldn't see where I was going because my overgrown hair blew over my face. Wind and rain; what a lovely combination.:arghh:
Shame about the weather but winner for the HBa1c.
 
Fbg 6,8.

When I was 10 years old, I used to read 12 library books a week.

You were allowed four library tickets then. So, armed with my own four, my little brother’s four, and four each from my parents, plus my mother’s wicker shopping basket, I could cart home twelve books every week.

The librarian argued with me once, saying I couldn’t borrow adult books using my parents’ tickets. I told her a lie. I said they weren’t for me, that my parents had asked me to get them. I still remember that moment of hesitation before she said, “Okay.”

The children’s books I borrowed were mostly picture books, because I loved them, things like Orlando the Marmalade Cat and the Madeleine series. But it was the adult books I truly loved. I read authors like Nevil Shute, Josephine Tey, Ralph Ellison, Ray Bradbury (and loads of other science fiction writers), Joseph Heller, Robert Heinlein, Aldous Huxley, Graham Greene, John Buchan, Dennis Wheatley, and of course, all the Agatha Christie novels… and many more.

I must have been a speed reader, even then. I couldn’t read slowly. The words would run in rivers down the page, dance all over the place, or leave strange gaps. My parents tried to make me slow down, but that only made the words lose all sense. I’m still like that today, I need to read fast to understand anything.

Now I have prescription green-tinted glasses for reading. They help hold the words together a bit more, especially when I try to read slowly or work through a document, which I often still can’t make head or tail of.

I did ask my optician recently if I could have Irlen lenses in my glasses. He said they were expensive and advised waiting until I’d seen the hospital cataract specialist, in case I decide to have the cataract in my other eye done. Only then would he consider it. Fair enough.

So that’s a bit of my reading history. As a child, I read many authors from the 1920s and ’30s, because those were the books stored in my attic bedroom at the farm. There were many words I didn’t understand at the time, but if you read something often enough, you begin to get the gist. Some of those books were from the 19th century. I used to read them by candlelight all night, we didn’t have electricity on the farm.

My drawing today is a sketch of me getting my library books from a mobile library, when I lived in town.

It’s far too hot today, and I struggled to draw...it’s not my best effort.

I hope it’s not too hot for you…

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Fbg 6,8.

When I was 10 years old, I used to read 12 library books a week.

You were allowed four library tickets then. So, armed with my own four, my little brother’s four, and four each from my parents, plus my mother’s wicker shopping basket, I could cart home twelve books every week.

The librarian argued with me once, saying I couldn’t borrow adult books using my parents’ tickets. I told her a lie. I said they weren’t for me, that my parents had asked me to get them. I still remember that moment of hesitation before she said, “Okay.”

The children’s books I borrowed were mostly picture books, because I loved them, things like Orlando the Marmalade Cat and the Madeleine series. But it was the adult books I truly loved. I read authors like Nevil Shute, Josephine Tey, Ralph Ellison, Ray Bradbury (and loads of other science fiction writers), Joseph Heller, Robert Heinlein, Aldous Huxley, Graham Greene, John Buchan, Dennis Wheatley, and of course, all the Agatha Christie novels… and many more.

I must have been a speed reader, even then. I couldn’t read slowly. The words would run in rivers down the page, dance all over the place, or leave strange gaps. My parents tried to make me slow down, but that only made the words lose all sense. I’m still like that today, I need to read fast to understand anything.

Now I have prescription green-tinted glasses for reading. They help hold the words together a bit more, especially when I try to read slowly or work through a document, which I often still can’t make head or tail of.

I did ask my optician recently if I could have Irlen lenses in my glasses. He said they were expensive and advised waiting until I’d seen the hospital cataract specialist, in case I decide to have the cataract in my other eye done. Only then would he consider it. Fair enough.

So that’s a bit of my reading history. As a child, I read many authors from the 1920s and ’30s, because those were the books stored in my attic bedroom at the farm. There were many words I didn’t understand at the time, but if you read something often enough, you begin to get the gist. Some of those books were from the 19th century. I used to read them by candlelight all night, we didn’t have electricity on the farm.

My drawing today is a sketch of me getting my library books from a mobile library, when I lived in town.

It’s far too hot today, and I struggled to draw...it’s not my best effort.

I hope it’s not too hot for you…

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I’m now wondering if I still have my Irlen screening kit - not used it since I retired - I will have a look. Smashing Sketch.
 
Yes
I would certainly have given them a loud, sarcastic piece of my mind under such provocation!

10.5 this not-quite-morning.

Lower than yesterday despite carby last meal of beans so content with that. Starting Metformin today so fingers crossed no gut issues, got a supermarket delivery coming this evening so can't stay next to the loo *all* day.
Yes, the lady at the bank's behaviour was really disgraceful. Predictive text wanted to substitute distasteful. Actually predictive text might be right for once.

Hope all goes well with the Metformin @debs248
 
Good morning everyone on a very early start to the day here in the dark and dangerous north.
5.6 at 0515 this morning when I got up. No idea.
Hot yesterday - well for me it was. I prefer a sous vide type of day rather than a blast in an air fryer sort of day.
Still, into town and back again before it got too hot and then lurked in the shade until about 5pm when I watered plants, taking water from the water butt as it needs to be temporarily moved. No idea why; something about whatever it is and of course the importance of thingymajig. I need to find a plug this morning as Mrs Miggins has discovered a “water feature” which has been sitting quietly in the back of the shed since we moved here but now, all of a sudden needs to be dragged kicking and screaming into the light like a dormant vampire to be tested and then sighted somewhere. I feel the drilling of a hole coming along so that elastic trickery can be fed to the poor thing.
Art bit - using up a bit of paper.
Hope your day is kind to you, and you to it. I best make koffy and then get the washing out on the line; my absolute favourite thing to do!
 

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Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen

Blood sugars were 4.6

I am trying to type this before the full on fug of the pain killers takes effect.

Now I must go, wishing you all so a good day.
Good to see you here Alf even though you are obviously in pain. Take care and rest up. Our thoughts and good wishes are with you and Mrs A J. We'll be here when you are ready to post again, no hurry.
 
Good morning all. fbs this morning was 9.6. Better than yesterday. I am rationing lancets and test strips atm so not testing as often. Have put in requests for them but may not get the prescriptions until after Bank holiday Monday as our chemist takes several days to process them. The message sent from the hospital on Monday morning to my GP asking him to prescribe 2 items had still not yet arrived at closing time yesterday either. I don't understand why they don't send the messages electronically instead of by post. Oh well. It is what it is. We are fortunate to have medical support at all so I must try and be a patient patient! Enjoy your long week-end folks whatever the weather. :)
 
Fbg 6.9

So hot yesterday...
I had put several little cuttings of rosemary in a plant pot and accidentally, I covered them with some junk on top. Unknown to me they were growing the last few months.
I was moving some stuff yesterday to water, and I found them growing so nicely and flowering,

Have a good day
The sun is out already
And I need to do a couple of things before it gets hot...

I uploaded another trail cam video. Badger Willow is very interested in the swing and is annoying Cat Merlin. They had a few 'conversations'.
Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJFuvBiImw8/?igsh=aTJwNzZzOTVneDF6

Same vid on TikTok
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdjuhcqv/

Take care

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Good morning everyone on a very early start to the day here in the dark and dangerous north.
5.6 at 0515 this morning when I got up. No idea.
Hot yesterday - well for me it was. I prefer a sous vide type of day rather than a blast in an air fryer sort of day.
Still, into town and back again before it got too hot and then lurked in the shade until about 5pm when I watered plants, taking water from the water butt as it needs to be temporarily moved. No idea why; something about whatever it is and of course the importance of thingymajig. I need to find a plug this morning as Mrs Miggins has discovered a “water feature” which has been sitting quietly in the back of the shed since we moved here but now, all of a sudden needs to be dragged kicking and screaming into the light like a dormant vampire to be tested and then sighted somewhere. I feel the drilling of a hole coming along so that elastic trickery can be fed to the poor thing.
Art bit - using up a bit of paper.
Hope your day is kind to you, and you to it. I best make koffy and then get the washing out on the line; my absolute favourite thing to do!
This art bit just using up a bit of paper is absolutely wonderful... @dunelm
 
Managed to speak to my SIL today. She is in hospital in Ayrshire - been there for about 31/2 months after a fall at home, which did no damage. She doesn't need to be there but can't get home because of the lack of home carers in Ayrshire. She did have carers, but they were withdrawn when she was taken to the hospital. She is in a ward full of women who could go home but have no care packages to make it possible. Her daughter was visiting her today and called me to let her talk to me on her phone. She's actually sounding much cheerful than I expected. There are no chairs in the ward for people to get out of bed. She can't stand, so could only get out of bed with the aid of a hoist, but there is no hoist available. Staff sometimes wheel her bed over to the window so that she can watch activity on the next-door farm. It must be so boring for her, but she seems to be in reasonable spirits. It was good to get the chance to speak to her though.
 
Managed to speak to my SIL today. She is in hospital in Ayrshire - been there for about 31/2 months after a fall at home, which did no damage. She doesn't need to be there but can't get home because of the lack of home carers in Ayrshire. She did have carers, but they were withdrawn when she was taken to the hospital. She is in a ward full of women who could go home but have no care packages to make it possible. Her daughter was visiting her today and called me to let her talk to me on her phone. She's actually sounding much cheerful than I expected. There are no chairs in the ward for people to get out of bed. She can't stand, so could only get out of bed with the aid of a hoist, but there is no hoist available. Staff sometimes wheel her bed over to the window so that she can watch activity on the next-door farm. It must be so boring for her, but she seems to be in reasonable spirits. It was good to get the chance to speak to her though.
What a terrible state of affairs. Sounds like an example of blindly following rules and making things worse. A conversation between Harry Day and Douglas Bader springs to mind.
 
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