Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th January 2018: Didn’t see a soul all day

Saturday 20th January 2018

Russian: Суббота 20 Воскресенье 2018 года

0230hrs: Stirred into semi-consciousness and awaited the brain to catch up for a few moments. As I eventually moved to extract the bulbous wobbling body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I became aware of the lack of wet and warmth coming from the lower region. Off to the porcelain throne expecting things in the fungal lesion department to be non-bleeding and improved.

Only to find the damned thing had been bleeding earlier in the night and had dried hard to the inside of the protection pants! Oh, ooh… argh! That was five minutes of pain and ten-minutes of cleaning up I could have well done without. Sorted things though, I think.

Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were all being incredibly kind to me. I expect they knew about all the blood loss and agony I’d gone through and gave me a little respite. Hehe!

Got Health Checks and medications imbibed.

0315hrs: Set-to creating the on CorelDraw for the Funny Ode and graphic post about Nottingham Street Art. Got it posted.

0350hrs: Got the Saturday post updated.

Made a small mug of Extra Strong Old English Breakfast tea.

To the Porcelain Throne and the session went well. In fact, it was completely painless and bloodless.

Took a break from computerisationing and made up the dosage pots ready for next week.

No Fauxpas… well, I hope not anyway. You’ve got laugh ain’t yer!

I took a shot out of the kitchen window, then got back to the Funny Ode and graphic post about Nottingham Street Art creating.

0800hrs: Got the job finished! That one took some time to get done. Posted it off.

Then made up a Morrison food order for delivery next Tuesday. I know I have my INR Warfarin level blood test usually on a Tuesday, but the surgery could not fit me in, so its Wednesday this week. This means I might miss seeing Nurse Nichole. Humph!

1050hrs: Visited the WordPress reader. Then checked the comments.

1115hrs: Next, I started making the templates for the next weeks Inchcock Today drafts. I think I’ll make another mug of tea first, going to be along job this is.

1415hrs: Very tired now, but I’ve got the templates all done. Getting the nosh done now. Oh, no I’m not. I’ll have a go on Facebook then. Tsk!

Going to try and get my head down and some sleep now. Hope I wake up if I go to sleep that is before the potatoes are burnt. Hahaha!

No sleep, so I got up and made the meal.

A good one, despite almost falling asleep eating it. 9.3/10 rating.

Washed the pots and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got done in the £300 second-hand recliner again and put a New Tricks DVD on.

That did not help me to get any kip it. So I turned on the TV – brilliant idea! I nodded off at the first set of commercials and slept for about four hours! Woke in need of a wee-wee, but could not nod-off again. So I put the TV back on to watch the football. Fell asleep and had a weird dream. Cannot remember much about it, but I was being chased again and ended up underground in a massive cave, conducting an orchestra of all Albert Einsteins in it?

2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th January 2018: Didn’t see a soul all day

  1. Oh no! You will not see Nurse Nichole this week? That’s terrible. The bloody handprint on the shoulder in your intro graphic reminds me of when I used to clean the morgue after autopsies when I was working as a night janitor at the hospital while going to the university. I was forever cleaning bloody handprints off the walls where the coroner would lean against the wall to think, I think. Cleaning up after autopsies was always a bloody mess. You dinner looks bloody good.

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    • I may get nasty withdrawal symptoms you know, Tim. Haha!
      Reading of your morgue history, rminded me that I applied for a job in one as a trainee assistant, be around 1963 I think, at the City Hospital one. I was kept waiting for the results of the interview for weeks, but still hopefull, I really fancied cleaning up bodies ready for a funeral too. Went out one night to the pub, and met a bloke who told me he starts the job in two weeks. Tsk! Three weeks later I got the rejection letter. Sore point that with me still today.
      As Confucius said: “Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.” I did my best.
      Got some more Apache potatoes to have.
      Hehehe! TTFN

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