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

Good evening all. @johnpol-hope all went well for you today. Have been out most of the day so no time to post earlier. Greeted by fbs of 9.1 this morning and had been feeling decidedly under the weather so finally gave in and made an early appointment with a Practice nurse. After a few checks she pronounced that I had a mouth infection as well as fighting a general virus which were probably responsible for my raised levels. So armed with an antiseptic mouthwash and advice to rest and drink plenty, I was sent for a range of blood tests and told to see a doctor on Monday if no improvement. As my HbA1c test was almost due she included that on my test form. Straight after ' bloodtests we went for a healthy lunch then to visit mum. We ended up staying all afternoon helping the activities lady prepare the craft activities. So, a busy, tiring but productive day. Methinks an early night and a restful weekend are in order. Have a good week-end folks.
 
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Hope you have that restful weekend and Monday goes well. Please be kind to yourself.
 

Thank you for posting the words. That is one Hank Williams song I never even heard about the whole time I lived in Nashville. ...
 
Really like this picture
 
I have been there and can only sympathise, have you considered a liquid enema?

I'm no bible scholar but didn't Balaam have problems with his ass not moving (Numbers 22-24), I believe he gave it a spanking

I wish I could remember the name of the movie I went to see on my first date with one of my college boyfriends. It was a western, and in one scene the preacher was telling that story of Balaam. And all I remember is the line
"And Balaam SMOTE his ass!" repeated over and over ... brought the house down ...
What is it that the ass sees that the human eye cannot?
 
@gennepher Hug for the exhausting experience, and for the tattooed lady! I hope I remember about it next time I try to do business with someone who is probably perfectly capable and qualified but whose English is so poor that they can't understand what I'm saying any more than I can understand them. Sigh.
 

Back in the 1950s Mama did not knit but she did sew and made all our clothes (except for underwear).
Monday was wash day, Tuesday was ironing day. No dryer, and the clothesline was a long flight of steps down from the back door, steps with no railing. Looking back I don't know how she got up and down those with a full wicker basket of laundry -- especially wet sheets and towels.
I hated itchy Sunday petticoats in the summertime with no AC back then, in cars or houses; loved running around in shorts and T-shirts and bare feet, especially in the cool clover -- we learned at a very young age to be careful and not step on the bees! Much more painful than mosquito bites.
 
It is dockey in Cambs and lots of East Anglia because workers were docked pay for the time they spent eating instead of working.

Interesting about the origin of dockey. I wonder what the roots of crib and snap are? I’m going to have to try to find out.
 
Crib is a Cornish miners term for their food they took to work.

It was used at Mt Isa Mines where I worked after giving the meat industry up, we had our crib in the cribroom where we had a fridge and hot water and food heater.

In the early days of MIM there were Cornish miners working underground, so the name could have originated with them in Mt Isa.

This a much smarter crib room than the one we had, this is for visitors at Mt Isa.

 
Absolutely brilliant!
 

Can be fun though.....
 

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Very funny
 
Whoops where does time go? Got carried away playing guitar ready for jam session tomorrow and suddenly its after 2 o clock. Just wrapped our outside Bonsai trees up as it's feeling a tad Frosty out yonder. Now to bed with BG at 6 after a very low carb day.
 

I hope by the time you read this you will have enjoyed a good night's sleep and are enjoying a restful weekend (despite having to drink plenty -- how can they expect us to get any rest when we're constantly getting up to get a drink and then to get rid of it?)
 
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