Diary, March 2024, Monday, the 11th of March

 I wake up about 6 am

It’s been a good night and there were no low glucose alarms in the middle of the night

Jonathan Went to bed late, but not terribly late.

When his dad first left possibly about 10 pm, the sooner had his father left the front door behind him. Then I heard a man shouting, no no no. At first, I thought Gary had got into trouble on the front path.

But then I realise that my son now has a deep voice sounds like his dad was in fact playing video games with his friends.

Getting over my panic, I went to bed.

I was glad that Jonathan also soon went to bed.

So 6 am may have been about eight hours later, so that’s great.

I thought a lot about my fatty liver this morning and the longer I can continue to have staying from alcohol. The higher my chances are of reversing it. I am sure. I imagine I can see it when I look at the top of my tummy and under my ribs I feel like I can see fatness there. I don’t know if that’s what it is I sort of imagining it and I suppose it’s because it’s on my mind a lot. I imagine my body breaking down the fat and converting it into carbon dioxide. I guess it’s good that I’m thinking about it. In 10 days, I will have done the two months I set myself of abstinence, that’s only one more shopping order. I just need to place that order with no alcohol in it and I’ve done it.

Flashbacks of Covid just came to me and the whole chicken I was brought as part of my shopping as a substitute I don’t cook meat. It was a bit of a shock come back then you couldn’t see what was in your shopping till after come in. It was horrible, I was cleaning my kitchen for weeks.

Today has been a good cleaning day too. It’s now 818.

I’ve checked my banking, prepared my son’s lunch by making a sandwich and peeling and chopping carrots chopping cucumber, which had previously washed and selecting eight grapes for him all placed into his lunch bag. He chooses his snacks and I didn’t add them. He is supposed to make his own sandwich, but this morning seem to take longer for him again.

The dishwasher is running. I’ve unloaded the clean things this morning and loaded it up again with dirty things. I’ve also put the bin out and added extra rubbish to the top make the most of bin day.

I’ve loaded the washing machine with whites and colours. I’m leaving black things because none of them has a new black trousers and I don’t want them dying the other clothes. No need to do a Gary with my new dressing gown, eh.

I think it’s hard to live with people who have never wanted for anything, but so careless with things, as if it can just be replaced at the drop of the hat and they would drop her because why would they care, and of course I would carefully place a hat it does feel like Gary doesn’t understand this and I wonder how many people would how alone I actually am .