Homecoming

Blood was 4.9 this morning...which is beginning to be interesting - I'm doing precisely buggerall in the way of exercise at the moment (Talk to the toe!), but I'm getting relatively consistent 4.some-odds. I'll see how it goes getting into the start of next week, and if I'm till recording blood levels like this, I might experiment with dropping the diabetic meds down again (yay!).

In another quick entirely unscientific sub-experiment, we all know that only weigh-ins on my home scales count, but I couldn't resist before we went away to Amroth, and weighed on ma's scales here - and the 17 stone 5 at home came out as 17 stone 8 here. Weighed on the same scales this morning, and registered 17 stone 7. So I may still possibly have lost a single pound (we'll see of course, but the logic seems to suggest as much). Technically of course by now I should have lost four pounds, but what with the ankle and the toe, I'd be amazed and still pretty thrilled if that's what Tuesday's result confirms.

Now onto the real business of the day. Dad came home this afternoon. Seemed fine and dandy when he arrived, though he got a bit tired as the afternoon wore on. Earlier in the day, we'd had a visit from Macmillan Cancer Care, or rather their representative in the local authority. He was very nice, and very mystified that we hadn't had any proper previous liaison...so that was good - like to mystify people on a daily basis if possible.

The rest of the day was busy but busy with relatively ordinary stuff - lots of people calling to ask how my Dad was, either on the phone or in person (he's one of those sociable, popular blokes. Note to self - should probably use the next twenty years to become one of those...Second note to self...that sounds like a shedload of effort and trying to like human beings...bugger it, will be a crotchetty old sod, seems more natural somehow). Couple of trips around the town - toyed with the idea of going to the movies, but there was buggerall on that we wanted to see. Actually did some Work Work, which feels intensely wrong while still on holiday, but I kinda need to get a jump on the situation when I get back, cos I'm anticipating it taking a bit longer than normal to get to work...

Now, tomorrow I have all sorts of whizzing about to do - apparently, there's popping to Cardiff to do. I forget why, honestly. There's probably Stuff. I tend to sort of drift along while I'm in Merthyr, cos you get my wife and my mother together in the same environent and you end up with a supernova of Personality, out of whose way it's just wiser to step. Guess I'll find out tomorrow, so...onward!