Nesting instinct

Good evening! Here is a summary of my general goings on for your weekend perusal. I’ve not included any health updates in the main body of text (nor will I in future posts), instead placing them after my usual send-off, making it more of an optional thing for you to read. I feel it necessary to get said stuff off my chest for my own sanity but, as mentioned in my previous post, I’m aware that the subject matter may not be particularly fun for people to read.

Anyway… onwards!

I’m not sure what the exact temperature is, but I think it’s safe to say that it’s pretty bloody fucking hot. It’s like when I was out playing as a kid and didn’t have a watch on but, by the general dimming of the light, knew that I was out way past my bedtime and should probably expect a telling off. I don’t need to know the precise centigrade. I get it. It’s a hot one.

I’m amazed I got through the night actually, as there was definitely a point where I thought to myself: “I’m never gonna be able to sleep in this!”. I did though. Somehow. I only wish I remembered how I did it. Giving up on trying probably helped. I usually have to trick myself into unconsciousness anyway.

I did try ordering an electric fan from the supermarket (to be delivered with my usual weekly grocery order), but it didn’t arrive. I’m guessing there was a rush on them at the supermarket. It was a bit of a long shot, and I think I would have actually been more surprised if it had turned up. Oh well, I’m managing to survive with the torn-off sheet of cardboard that I’m wafting myself with. Fancy, huh?

In bed, before the promise of sleep looms, I’m currently delving into the fifth season of Will & Grace. Usually, I stop at the end of the fourth season, but I thought I’d push the boat out and see if anything after that is watchable. The two titular characters falling out on the first disc is very upsetting, which I think is why I usually avoid it. But, after that (where Will becomes truly loathsome), things do pick up. In fact, there are a surprising amount of memorable comedy moments to enjoy in Season 5, which I’d totally forgotten about. One of the key problems, though, is that it’s brimming-over with celebrity cameos. It gets to the point where every episode has someone famous making a guest appearance. It’s quite exhausting. You start to pine for a simple storyline. A “bottle episode”, even. But some of the cameos are actually really fun, in particular Elton John as the head of the “gay mafia” and Gene Wilder as Will’s new day-to-day boss (Gregory Hines’ replacement). But, yeah, after a while, it all starts to get a bit much, but I think I’ll permanently add the fifth season to my watching experience. Four was too few.

I think my downstairs neighbour, whom I’ve come to nickname “Karaoke Girl” due to her drunken, late-night singalong sessions with friends, has her mother visiting. Possibly even staying under the same roof. As it turns out, her mother is louder, stupider and even more inconsiderate than she is, so you can imagine how much fun I’m having this week. It’s actually quite amazing how unpleasant she is. I think Karaoke Girl must have a much younger brother and sister who’re also staying, as there’s suddenly a lot of noise from kids down there. I believe the sister's name is "Miley", which says it all really. I’m not too sure how so many people are able to fit into a one bedroom flat for more than a brief visit, but they seem to be managing it. I think they’ve turned their balcony into a temporary living room, so sometimes I don’t bother with the television. Their scally cackling is entertaining enough.

Speaking of balconies, I finally got my arse into gear and ordered that small patio set to place out on mine. I’ve lived here eight years and have only unlocked the balcony door two or three times. Once the set arrived, I was very relieved to find that I didn’t need to assemble anything. It’s a folding set, so it all fit into its delivery box in one piece. Well, three pieces, as there’s a table and two chairs, but you know what I mean. The plan is to sit out there very early when I have my morning coffee. Any time after that will be when passersby will start to show an interest and possibly verbally abuse me. Especially teenagers and immature adults. So, fingers crossed I can keep to a sensible sleep pattern that will allow me to make use of my new kit.

Right, I think that’s all for now. I best go sort some food out. I’m a growing lad, after all.

Hope you all have a nice weekend. Do let me know what you’re up to.

Toodles!

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HEALTH UPDATE

So, yes, here we are with a few updates regarding my recent diabetes diagnosis.

My doctor just rang to discuss the results of the blood test I had retaken yesterday. This retake was just to confirm 100% that I have it, and that no mix-ups took place at the clinic. I do have it, and it’s Type 2. This means I just need to take some oral medication and try to lower my sugar intake, rather than having to inject myself with insulin every day (which is what you have to do with Type 1). It’s obviously still bad, but it appears, so far, to be the lesser of two evils.

I’ve now got an appointment with a nurse next week, who will train me on managing this medical condition. I’ll be given a machine to monitor my blood sugar levels, which will be interesting/a pain in the arse, plus I think I’ll be having more blood tests, which will be painful.

I asked the doctor over the phone whether I’d be able to drink alcohol with diabetes, to which the doctor said “yes”. However, while it’s still quite new and I’m learning how to cope, he recommended just taking a break from it for a while. I’m sure I’ll manage, as I had stopped enjoying boozing anyway. Or at least going out to have a drink. I may still just stay in and get drunk while watching bad movies. It’s fine.

That’s all for now, I’ll update you with more as it crops up.

Thanks for reading!