So here we are, half way through the week and so far so good, well sort of. I had a visit to the doctors today. Apparently it’s not good, my blood pressure’s back up, it was 150 over 104 so I’m back in the exploding head area again. He also told me that my liver’s not great, my cholesterol’s 4.9, apparently 0.8 of that is good the rest, not so good. I have to get the 0.8 up to at least 1, ideally 1.5. The big news is that after the blood test I had last week, it seems that there’s a 90% chance that I have type 2 diabetes. The doc said that it’s relatively easy to control with diet (I shall now go and wash my mouth out!) and meds. Fortunately it’s tablets not injections. The one bit of good news is that it can go away. With a bit of weight loss I can rid myself of the liver problem, the high blood pressure and diabetes. However, the doctor did say that he’s only had one other patient with the same condition as me who got it all sorted. Now there’s a challenge! I have another blood test at the end of October to confirm the diabetes, such fun.
Work’s been hectic so far, lots of good challenges to keep me on my toes, I enjoy the challenges that work throws up, they can be fun. Most of them are easily dealt with but we should never have gotten rid of the shower.
Two days of work left and only 71 days until Christmas, woo hoo! It can’t come quick enough, mince pies, Christmas pud, turkey, sprouts, crackers and pressies, I love getting pressies. I also love seeing the looks on other people’s faces when they open their pressies and get something they’ve really wanted. Another thing I look forward to is the works Christmas meal. It’s really nice to sit with the team and not be all sensible and growed up. I can, metaphorically speaking, let my hair down. It’s been 6 years since I had my long hair cut, so letting my hair down is a bit difficult these days. But this year I may have a glass or two of JD and coke. That’ll shock ‘em, sensible old me drinking JD. Makes a change from southern comfort, especially as there aren’t many places that have Irn Bru available, and the choice of ales is a bit limited. I shall have to check out this year’s venue to see what’s and tap.
Speaking of metaphors, apparently my mother’s become one! My bonkers sister has moved her from the oil lamp, don’t ask, and put her in the cemetery, about time too! I bet she was getting a bit ripe by now! Mad sisters, I have three of them! My one, and I use the term lightly, sane sister phoned today, asking if there are any further wedding plans, I told the provisional date, she asked if she and her hubby were invited, silly moo! I have to have at least one member of my more than slightly unhinged family there. I just hope that we can manage more than the usual hour a year that we see each other for, bless ‘er!
Good grief, this was almost a moan free entry, I’m shocked my own self! Still there’s always next time. So until then
Qapla! May your path to Sto-vo-Kor be problem free!