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Friday, 3 July 2020

Dire beats

Yesterday, I went aquajogging for the first time since lockdown.  Was good, the only disappointing part was that I turned out to have used up the swims I had already paid for and arrived on the very day the price to refill the card had increased.

After aquajogging, with Midget, we went for lunch before I had to head home for a plumber.  My bathroom sink finally has a hot tap again after a whole lockdown of having to wash my hands in cold water.

Then last night while watching some terrible Netflix, Warrior Nun, my body started doing some weird diabetes symptomatic stuff.  And this morning I had a fasting blood sugar higher than I have ever recorded, fasting or not.
My body is being a jerk.
How is it fair that it rewards exercise and sensibleness with a spike in diabetes?
So dumb.

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