Episode 28. In which I tell you about my day.

In no particular order

• I broke a nail
• I got incredibly jealous of a friend (not that I begrudge her)
• I made a pub analogy that I immediately wished was true
• I confessed
• I was asked “are you always this happy?” with no sarcasm intended whatsoever
• I found my cousin’s blog, and my grandad’s obituary, online
• I did my job.  Very well, if I say so myself
• I remembered a tiny little childhood memory that I may well blog about tomorrow, but I might run by my mother first
• I got the slow train, and still got home earlier than I have any night this week
• I bought myself a 4-pack of San Miguel
• I lost my patience
• I finished the sudoku
• I helped out a complete stranger
• I did what I’ve been putting off
• I explained the situation repeatedly
• I did what should’ve been done, but hadn’t

Diabetic moment of the day

I got the shakes again.  After lunch.  I ate some sugar, and as my blood sugar went up, the shakes got worse.  Then, mid-afternoon, I got a hot flush – by which I mean I could feel my cheeks burning as if I was blushing as hard as I’ve ever blushed, only for no reason, and for several hours.  Maybe I spoke to soon about the flu season passing me by.