I keep forgetting to write about what’s going on…

I’ve been very remiss about recounting what’s going on around here…my bad. So spank me…please!

HWMBO is now in Singapore. He’s been there for a couple of days, visiting his parents and our friends. He’ll be there for 2-1/2 weeks. So I shall be pretty lonely. Any of my Singaporean lj friends who sees him out and about should say “hi!”.

I’m not totally alone, though. arrived Thursday morning and will be here until Tuesday. We’ve had some meals out, and may have a few more. He’s helped me with my network and my backups, so has more than earned his way. I think I’ll keep him! What a sweetheart he is&#8212I’m lucky to know him.

I myself am still struggling through with my foot ulcer and diabetes. The air boot is very bulky and a bit heavy. Yesterday I went out to central London to do some shopping at computer fairs. The main one that used to be at Jury’s Hotel has moved up north of Goodge Street. So I turned up at New Oxford Street and missed out on a tricycle taxi ride up to the new site. I walked it. The map they gave was seriously out of scale. Then I walked back down to New Oxford Street, which was mobbed. Because of people who would not walk at a normal pace nor get out of the way, I nearly missed a number 1 bus back home. So I was in a foul mood by the time I got home.

I made a “Hearty Chuck Wagon” soup from a recipe I got via email. I will tell y’all if it’s any good— and I will be having some for lunch today. Assuming we both survive, I may make it again when HWMBO gets back. It’s a crock pot recipe, and it does smell pretty good. On Friday I made Boston Baked Beans in the crock pot and and I had some for lunch. Not bad, except you can’t get salt pork here so I had to use British bacon, which isn’t as good a substitute.

invited me to join him and his mates at Compton’s for a pint then Chinese food. I dutifully went out and, halfway to the Tube, just felt that I was too tired to be sociable, so I called him and said, “I just can’t drag myself all that way—please go on without me.” I then went home, had some leftover chicken and a few slices of bread, and fell asleep in my easy chair.

Went to bed at 11 pm, forgetting my statin pill. So I woke up around 2 am and thought, “Why am I awake?” When I remembered that I hadn’t taken the pill, I came downstairs and took it. This morning, however, I woke up at 6 after not having slept very well, and when the day had penetrated the fog, realised that I was having a hypo episode. So I came downstairs and tested my blood—it was 4.4 (normal is 4-6 but 4.4 is low for me). I had a small glass of orange juice then ate breakfast somewhat early.

Today is the church’s Patronal Festival. I expect that it’ll be dire as usual. There is a barbecue after church in the Rectory garden, but I always skip these as the food is fat-laden. Next week is Back to Church Sunday, but I’ll be in Manchester visiting my friend Nicky next weekend, so won’t be here.

4 Responses to “I keep forgetting to write about what’s going on…”

  1. momshapedbox says:

    I thought that ulcer was healing with the chamber treatment??

  2. chrishansenhome says:

    Well, the quacks say it’s healing, but my impression is it’s just their impression and not backed up by any strong evidence. It’s still open, and weeping. It may be slightly narrower and shorter, but it’s hard to tell from my vantage point. Don’t worry, I’m sure that it’ll close sooner or later. But it’s taking an awfully long time. And it’s not infected–always a plus.

  3. momshapedbox says:

    OK, I feel better. Thank God it’s not infected!!

  4. chrishansenhome says:

    Well, it’s almost continuously covered except for bathing before changing the dressing. However, the dressing after a couple of days smells like a soiled diaper–there are obviously some microbes in there, but nothing that can get into my foot.

    That might have been TMI… 😉