Quackery

So it appears that the strange little orange tablets combined with some modest weight loss has brought my blood pressure down to within acceptable operating parameters (/Data). A month or so ago it was 140/90 now it is 122/50 (or something like that). This means that I am currently just a fatty and not inflated by bulging veins and things.

I do not feel any different whatsoever.

I was finally collared for a blood test, too, so they got their syringe full.It was reassuringly red, which is the preferred colour in blood. Beyond that I know nothing and they won't know anything until the test comes back. I am not expecting anything to be wrong as I feel fine, but if it's the wrong shade of red, who knows. I also had to give them a sample of another kind. Ahem. This was to check on kidley function, I am told. The fact they got it and could have had more if they'd given me a bucket should have told them something.

The worst part of all this, of course, is the need to fast ahead of time. After dinner last night I was not hungry or anything, and I was fine this morning, but when you know you can't have even a snack, you do think about it far more. Having to make do with water rather tea or coffee was probably worst - especially this morning.

Still, when I got back, we had a very fine brunch of beans, toast, mushrooms, scrambled egg and bacon with fresh ground coffee¹. Most tasty.

I am about to embark upon tedious stuff now, to justify not having to commute into the office for a half day. Furtle is killing monsters by way of recuperation from her nasty cough.


¹Followed by a sneaky piece of secret cheese. In this case a slice of Monterey Jack. Mmm. Toothsome.

Quackery

So it appears that the strange little orange tablets combined with some modest weight loss has brought my blood pressure down to within acceptable operating parameters (/Data). A month or so ago it was 140/90 now it is 122/50 (or something like that). This means that I am currently just a fatty and not inflated by bulging veins and things.

I do not feel any different whatsoever.

I was finally collared for a blood test, too, so they got their syringe full.It was reassuringly red, which is the preferred colour in blood. Beyond that I know nothing and they won't know anything until the test comes back. I am not expecting anything to be wrong as I feel fine, but if it's the wrong shade of red, who knows. I also had to give them a sample of another kind. Ahem. This was to check on kidley function, I am told. The fact they got it and could have had more if they'd given me a bucket should have told them something.

The worst part of all this, of course, is the need to fast ahead of time. After dinner last night I was not hungry or anything, and I was fine this morning, but when you know you can't have even a snack, you do think about it far more. Having to make do with water rather tea or coffee was probably worst - especially this morning.

Still, when I got back, we had a very fine brunch of beans, toast, mushrooms, scrambled egg and bacon with fresh ground coffee¹. Most tasty.

I am about to embark upon tedious stuff now, to justify not having to commute into the office for a half day. Furtle is killing monsters by way of recuperation from her nasty cough.


¹Followed by a sneaky piece of secret cheese. In this case a slice of Monterey Jack. Mmm. Toothsome.

Baking

Furtle essayed a recipe today in the culinary field.

In a burst of enthusiasm, she advanced on the kitchen whilst I wisely hid upstairs and faffled around on the computer. The object of her intent was to bake almond biscuits, something biscotti in nature. Delicate and round, thus:



They certainly didn't lack for enthusuasm or ingredients and despite what the recipe suiggested, the batter produced rather more examples than intended or anticipated. So here is what we got:



Not quite the delicate little morsels we were hoping for, but tasty and almondy, nonetheless. A trifle hard, too. Armoured Biscuits, perhaps. I like them; very tasty.

Baking

Furtle essayed a recipe today in the culinary field.

In a burst of enthusiasm, she advanced on the kitchen whilst I wisely hid upstairs and faffled around on the computer. The object of her intent was to bake almond biscuits, something biscotti in nature. Delicate and round, thus:



They certainly didn't lack for enthusuasm or ingredients and despite what the recipe suiggested, the batter produced rather more examples than intended or anticipated. So here is what we got:



Not quite the delicate little morsels we were hoping for, but tasty and almondy, nonetheless. A trifle hard, too. Armoured Biscuits, perhaps. I like them; very tasty.