12th July, 2024: Buckminster Fuller.
Right … it’s Friday: and I’ve taken the last jab of Ozempic I’ll be having for a while.
Next week … ?
Is when I start on the new medication: a 2.5mg injection of Mounjaro.
We’ll have to see how that does.
~≈Ü≈~
Right at the moment … ?
I’m tired: and nervous about going out.
As I don’t want to be too far from a toilet.
Yep: I’ve been hit, over night.
By a case of the rampaging trots!
Well, when I say “rampaging” … ?
It’s not so much rampaging, as wearing spiky leather armour, and chasing Tom Hardy across a desert!
And when I say, overnight?
I literally mean all night!
I’ll be blunt, I was using the loo every twenty minutes or so!
It’s slowed down, this morning.
But?
Is still happening.
You can see why I don’t want to head out, don’t you … ?
At any rate … why this is happening … ?
Is a mystery to me.
But I’m willing to bet it’s something I ate!
In retropect, that Cornish pasty seems suspect*!
~≈Ü≈~

