The last few days have been a little strange. But I won’t go into that. I’m better again. Except this agonising sciatic, or whatever, pain. I’m on so much Pregabalin now that I have to restrict my alcohol intake to an occasional glass of wine or cider just before bed. That won’t do me any harm.

I am now a Queenslander. I have surrendered my WA driver’s licence and been issued a Queensland one. I had my over 65 medical today. Then went straight to Queensland Transport. A new licence will arrive in the mail in a few days. My new licence is coded M, which means I must carry with me a current medical certificate as well as my licence at all times I’m driving. That is something new. And I must wear glasses. Fair enough.

I really like having Mehdi as my doctor , as I have mentioned before. No matter the reason for the appointment, he is always willing to take time to discuss anything else of concern. Today we went overtime talking about my meds, my activity, and the suspicious spots I am finding. That is why I don’t mind waiting patiently past the set time of my appointment, because I know someone else is getting the same treatment.

I have designated the last Wednesday of the month as Rangla Punjab day. Today is that day. So it has been a busy one. In order to enjoy without guilt a splurge on a $20 all you can eat -and very deliciously worth it – Punjabi buffet which is available there every Wednesday I have to bank some kilojoule credits. So it was up early, coffee and a digestive only for breakfast, swimming , cycling, driving to Woodford and Caboolture and back, with only water and a light 360 kJ snack of corn wafers to keep me going. As it happens, 90 minutes of driving puts me in credit another 600 kJ, so that covers a naan.

I’ll be sailing in with 12,000 kJ in credit. That is the daily allowance of 7000 I have set as my target, the purpose of which is to keep my brain operating, less what I’ve eaten already, and adding the energy burnt in exercise.

Even if I go mad I should not eat my way through even half of that.

But there was a time…

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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