Body of Weirdness and flavours of stupidity

 At about 2300 on Saturday I was overcome by hatred of my mop, so I gave myself a late night and poorly executed haircut.  I then finished watching the new episodes of Lucifer off Netflix before going to bed.

Sunday and Monday were both PJ days.  Only moment of doing anything remotely exciting was Sunday's decision to order in.  Otherwise just reading and YouTube.

Yesterday I actually left the house.  For the first time in a bit.  I had lunch with Oli.  Then I had a GP appointment, at which I decided to increase my metformin as my morning blood sugars had been high for weeks (so of course they are about halfway back to where they are supposed to be this morning, immediately before I start the change of dose (because my body does my body type things...)) and I don't want to go blind or destroy my kidneys.  Also talked through a bunch of concerns, all of which my GP thinks the hospital appointment I have should get a go with first.  I quite like my GP as a person, still deciding how I feel about him as a doctor.

After all that I went to Black Dog (somewhere I don't think I have been since Fiona's engagement party many years ago but where my first and a couple of early dates with Shitlord had been (I should have read more into when he stopped taking me there, as from things I heard from the other guy since it is where he took the current favourite (I am stacking parentheses too much today))) for my writing group.  Same Writing group that used to be at Starbucks on Mondays but now with a different day and a less shit cafe.

Carla dropped me home because of the rain (while lunching with Oli there had been snow falling) so I didn't get any additional junkfood beyond all the sugar I consumed at the cafe (which was more than enough that my blood sugar should have been raised today not surprisingly lowered - my body is weird).  So I cooked like a sensible grown up.  Even doing two courses.  Vege and a few dumplings in a chicken stock broth, followed by a chunk of air-fryed 'Nashville'-style chicken and some potato.  It was food.

Now off to start my new metformin, and poop myself to death.....