So what do we learn from yesterday, boys and girls?
We learn that when on steroids, with their reputation for blood-sugar soaring, Tony can't do stupid shit and get away with it.
In fact, yesterday was like going back three years in time. Did the Pizza Hut thing, as I mentioned, and pretty much consumed an entire daysworth of calories at one meal, with no exercise throughout the course of the day to mitigate it. I was dragging my ass when I wrote the blog entry, then I dragged it downstairs to spend some time with d.
Think my eyes were closed and my nose was snoring within ten minutes. Slept pretty much till 3AM - around 5 hours solid, there on the couch. Then I turned over, d said "bed," and we went up, to sleep away another five solid hours till 8 this morning.
I used to do that when my blood sugar was "naturally" out of control and soaring, and it sucked then. Sucks now too, inasmuch as you lose time of being alive every time you do it, and your body just can't fight the sleeping. But - woke up this morning, apparently naturally re-zingified after my Van Winkle Nap, and eager to get on with the organisation of my world. Did quite a bit of good work in ghtat regard today. Bought file dividers and everything! Tomorrow, in all likelihood, will complete the reorganisation of my world and can even then provide figured to the accountant that's talking about something called a "home used as office" tax allowance...which sounds exciting...
Signed off my magazine last night before the Hutfest too, so that's another thing I don't have to think about in the week to come - which is just as well, cos it's gonna get edit-heavy this week, but again, hopefully shoudl be able to incorporate some more exercise.
Managed to do an hour on the bike today, which burned off my cereal breakfast. Had cheese and toast for dinner, and that will now see my through till tomorrow.
Off tonight to sing in Brecon. Tomorrow I finish the organisation, and Monday, apart from the editing fun, have an appointment with my audiology consultant, to repeat the hearing test he gave me last week, but in a sound-proofed booth, like a game-show contestant from the 70s. Fun!
On that score, could be wishful thinking, but I'd have to say I'm getting a little bit more response in the right ear each day. At some points today I could actually pick out and sing along with lyrics in the right ear through the iPod. What are we now, three days into the steroidfest? Week and a half to go, but only four more days on my current dosage. Let's see what happens as we go along, I guess.
Right - To Brecon!
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