We’ve been watching season 5 of 24 via Netflix at home lately - I disagree with the politics but I love the action of the show, while Josh cringes and shouts obscenities when Jack Bauer tortures someone or slices an eyelid. Anyway, I’ve had a lot of 24 on the brain lately.

And I’ve also been sick, and sick means diabetes goes berserk. My sugars and appetites are off, and I’m just trying to keep up. It’s a self-pitying mess, really.

So what happens when those two things collide? I end up dreaming about eating a giant bowl of chocolate Rice Krispies with milk and rice (yuck!) while there’s a sting operation going down and Jack leading a tac team in with guns and everything, and his rough and gruff voice telling me to drop my weapon. The spoon goes clatter.

These pregnancy hormones are something else.