Inchcock Today – Thursday 25th January 2018: The Flu Bug Bit Me. Tsk!

Thursday 25th January 2018

Icelandic: Fimmtudagur 25. janúar 2018

0130hrs: Stirred into life, so annoyed at not recalling the dream I knew I’d been having. The immutability of the brain to adapt to and tackle the days’ needs, expectancies and demands, took a while to correct itself. Thus a few minutes of a kind of blankness, mental void or incomprehension, perhaps obliviousness, lingered a while. Slowly the Winwood Social Hour, the need to contact mate Mike and to update yesterdays post filtered through from I know not where, into the grey-cells holding area. Hehe!

. Attention was redirected to attending the Porcelain Throne activities with haste. The task of removing my bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved with an astounding lack of pain and effort, and no dizzies or toe stubbing. Once up in a perpendicular position, it seemed a different person had taken over my body. A young fitter one? An odd perception that did not last for long. Tsk!

The Throne session was almost blood-free. Little Inchies lesion bled a little, Harold’s Haemorrhoids not at all. Most unusual this. The evacuation was another messy affair. I got cleaned up and wiped around in the wet room, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and medicationalisationing.

Made a brew of tea.

It was terribly cold in the kitchen this morning, yet the hallway and other rooms were snug-as-a-bug?

I set about updating the Wednesday post.

0220hrs: All finished and sent off. Began to create this diary.

0330hrs: Went to Facebooking.

Then in WordPress Reading.

Feeling good. Watched some traffic DVDs.

Got the ablutions and HC’s med’s done.

Took the rubbish bags to the chute.

Readied the things for the Social and set off to the Obergruppenfurheresses Shed.

Had a chinwag with May in the foyer.

Got to the hut and only a few tenants in attendance.

Thanked Jenny for her help and gave her some extra nibbles. Only a little jar of strawberry preserve and some Truffles.

Put the raffle prizes on the trolley.

Got raffle tickets and handed them out.

BJ arrived and brought me a book, Buses, Trolleys & Trams. Damned decent of him.

This is the time I suddenly felt a little light headed and had a few Dennis Dizzies.

I had no option but to leave early and get back to the flat, where I could suffer without disturbing anyone.

Said my cheerio’s with no response from anyone other then BJ.

Back in the flat, feeling not too good. I got the nosh on and updated this to here while the potatoes cooked.

Ate most of the nosh.

Cleaning up afterwards and Dizzy Dennis convinced me it would be advisable to get sat down, so I got the Health Checks and medications sorted early.

I think I fell asleep quickly.

Woke up eleven hours later. Confused.