Lying here thinking of the dreams I’d had… I kept finding myself in empty rooms, shops, buildings or cellars?
0245hrs, WC’d then started laptop went to make a cuppa then returned to start this Diary.
The laptop’s Word programme froze one twice before I got it going properly.
Thank you again Mr Bill Gates.
Too early to take mediations yet, must remember to do so later.
The rumbling and a-grumbling from me innards is stewing nicely at the moment… daren’t move to far from the porcelain!
Did some Facebooking.
I was looking at the painting that Patti (Bekert) did got me that cheered me up no end and decided I had to do something to thank her for being there for me when I really did need her encouragement. So I made up a heartfelt poem of thanks and made a graphic of her and posted it on facebook.
Oh dear… I just had an involuntary slow leakage of wind from me back-end… I thought it was never going to stop!
But it did… then the short plup and sprurtsch ones started again, non-stop.
Feeling a bit low now.
Pattie later commented on the ode wot I dun saying kind words about it. She deserves all the praise she gets and more.
I really dare not go out today.
A cuppa and an egg and sausage muffin and taking me medications I thought might settle the stomach… it didn’t.
Felt awful for the rest of the day. Not really painful but more your uncomfortable with nervous visits to the porcelain rampant.
At least the angina and arthritis were not too bad, and I only had one dizzy-spell up to now anyway.
The haemorrhoids’ bled to their hearts content.
The toilet paper stocks dwindled.
The eyes ran.
The stomach’s grumbles and rumbles continued… on and on…
Still yer don’t like to complain do yer. (Much)
I really enjoyed such a long time Facebooking, but feeling a bit guilty about not getting out on a walk due to the demands of the toileting requirements.
Talking of which…