Scoutabout & Chris 🌼🐕

@dailyju5tin Oh no that’s a shame if you did. You will have a great time.

Going to decided by 10-11am if I will cancel my holiday

@CallissClan It’s beautiful

May 1 sunrise

@Eman_8282 Poirot

I need a good name for this cat 😍

@RosieM00re @Here_s_Hoping That is a fantastic idea.

@Here_s_Hoping You could have a quilt made from them to commemorate the craftsmanship but be useful. 🤷‍♀️

New Airport coming soon. Great few hours walking the runway, before the planes start landing.

@SandyHorne61 I think they just like playing games. So annoying

Wow. I had some lovely chats with a bloke on the dating app and we had tentative plans for a date next weekend. We had a few things in common. Without warning, he has unmatched me. That'll teach me 🙄 (I do actually appreciate those who are honest & let me know what's going on.)

@553078693Meng Looks like shingles

这是什么，下午睡了一觉起来就这样了，而且很痒啊 兄弟们 这是什么啊？

@Michaeljos92972 Side effect of high BSL is tiredness. So maybe this is also a reason you have been tired.

LAB RESULTS TODAY Six point seven. I saw my doctor this morning and got my lab results. Most of the numbers sat there quietly, behaving themselves, nothing too dramatic. And then there was one that didn’t just sit—it glowed. It stuck out like a neon light in a dark room. 6.7%. Not loud. Not explosive. But impossible to ignore. At 5'10", 168 pounds, I don’t exactly fit the picture most people have in mind when they hear Type 2 Diabetes. This didn’t creep in from years of neglect. It arrived after a year of survival—of caregiving, of stress that never let up, of meals grabbed when I could, of sleep that came in fragments. My body wasn’t being cared for. It was being used to get through something bigger than me. And now it’s asking for something back. Six point seven. A number small enough to dismiss—if I wanted to. But I don’t. Because I know what it represents. A line crossed. Not a collapse, but a correction waiting to happen. So here’s my next move. First, I’m not ignoring it. I’ve already seen the doctor. I’m in it now. Whether we decide to bring in something like Metformin or give this a focused three-month push through lifestyle, I’m not drifting through this without a plan. I’ve lived too much life—and too much loss—to pretend this isn’t real. But I also know this: this didn’t happen because I let myself go. It happened because I gave everything I had to someone I loved. Now it’s time to give something back to myself. I’m not chasing perfection. I’m chasing stability. That starts with food. Not punishment. Not some extreme overhaul I can’t sustain. Just cleaner, steadier choices. Less sugar. Less of the white carbs that spike and crash me. More real food—protein, vegetables, things that digest slowly and don’t send my body into chaos. I’m not trying to be flawless. I’m trying to be consistent. Then there’s movement. Nothing heroic. No grand comeback story. Just walking—ten, maybe twenty minutes after meals. A little light strength work. Enough to remind my body that it’s still capable of responding, still willing to meet me halfway. And underneath all of it—the part that number doesn’t fully explain—is the stress. The grief. The quiet toll of the past year. Caregiving doesn’t just wear you down emotionally. It rewires you physically. It raises everything—heart rate, cortisol, blood sugar—until your body forgets what calm even feels like. So part of my plan is something I’ve avoided: rest. Slowing down. Letting my system breathe again. Continuing the grief work, not pushing it aside. Because this isn’t just about glucose. It’s about healing. I’ll track my numbers. Not obsessively, but honestly. A simple monitor. Morning readings. A few checks after meals. Turning that neon light into something I can actually understand—and influence. And then I give it time. Ninety days. Real effort. Real consistency. A chance to bring that number back down, to prove that 6.7 is not a sentence—it’s a signal. I couldn’t save Rebecca from what took her. That truth will always live inside me. But this—this is something I can face. Six point seven isn’t the end. It’s the moment I finally start taking care of myself again.

@bouta_nt Oh that’s funny: Chloe is like come on, I’ll show you around.

Chloe taking Frank for a walk this arvo.

@LouiseWalton78 The blue and green one, with the border collie.☺️

Pick a knitted hat , any hat - Which one would you wear? 💕🐑💙🐔❤️🐈‍⬛

@SandyHorne61 Gosh some people are just so rude. It will bite them in the rear end one day. Go out and do something for yourself. Stuff em.

There were some tentative plans for something happening later this week. I was looking forward to it. But I've just been told that the plans have firmed up and they now don't include me. No apology. This is cruel. If you want to hurt my feelings, exclude me 🙄

@CallissClan A gorgeous girl.

I brought #Abla down to the creek to get her feet wet but she’s already off sniffing foxes. You just can’t keep a good (make that totally awesome) dog down 🥰

@dailyju5tin Are you heading to Port Arthur? It’s a very interesting place. Sad but well worth a day there

Looks like an interesting tour # Tasmania

@ripperriver They’re very clever birds. Friends sister had one it sang the 1312 overture. lol ( The good part) It landed at their front door one day. Funniest bird.

Joy to you all..❤️

@dailyju5tin Bandaids

What do you do for heal blisters with new shoes? Deciding whether I should buy another pair to stop the blister

@ZwartblesIE I can’t understand a word they are singing, but I will he humming the tune now. lol

Back in the day!!!

@ericmmatheny Another video he breaks in and is calling a girls name. Man comes home and gets him out, police arrive, he was arrested.

A lot of people are debating when lethal force would’ve been justified. If you’re in the State of Florida, once he starts kicking the door, that becomes an attempted burglary. A couple rounds through the door at that time would be considered justifiable.

@CallissClan Gorgeous girl.

#Abla 💕

@FelixGingerBoy Thinking of you, your Mammaz and @datmolly1 . I hope Vaianu. Takes a sharp left and fizzles out.

@boobird18 @ripperriver Oh yum do you put honey on as well?

@ripperriver A jaffle! Yum! Try banana and cheese! Ad ham if you so wish. Mash up the banana.

Camping with my brother on a river with a platypus playing nearby...😊🍷