Saturday 24th February 2018
0115hrs: Woke up feeling so tired. I forced myself to try and get back to sleep again. It was not a very successful effort, though. The one time I managed to actually nod-off, the Strobe & Pillow fire alarm want off, (No fire) so I abandoned the plans for kipping again. Tsk! With ill-will power, I grudgingly tackled the job of extricating my massive body from the £300 second-hand recliner.
Washed the pots I’d left on the other chair from last night. The brain held nagging doubts and scepticisms about anything and everything.
Turmoil came from the innards and grey-cells, both.
Got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
The pulse seems to have had a bit of a dip over the last few checks. I’ll look up what is the optimum rate for me later. 75-128 it says, fair enough, then. Took the medications.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Still messy. Cleaned up the blood and changed PPs.
I can’t seem to shake this feeling off. Hard to explain it; Uncomfortableness, expecting the worst, confused, nervous, excruciatingly sad and morose… any and all combined would do to describe it. A different Inchcock has woken up again, it appears?
Got the computer on and started to create this post, up to here. Then updated the Friday diary. Which took hours and hours to get done, but I thought the photos were loading a little less slowly now. No idea why?
Then went on WordPress Reader.
I made a right mess of making the comments. Extreme lack of concentration this morning. I hope they go through correctly.
I went on CorelDraw to make some headers to use later.
Got one finished off, the TFZer lads. A map of Europe with each counties drinkies shown. I posted it on the site, asking the gals, which of the drinks do they think each man would go for. Bit of fun!
Take it as read, folks, I was nipping out for a wee-wee every fifteen minutes for the rest of the day! Tsk!
Dizzy Dennis joined the blocked-nose, and then Hippy Hilda tagged along. Not feeling so good.
Got me down and watched some YouTube car videos for a bit. But concentration was at a minimum.
Made a mug of tea to try and bring me around a bit.
Billious, now, blinding headache, too. Tsk!
Got the weeks’ medication pots filled. But I made a right fiasco and performance of this simple task. I dropped several cups, put the wrong items in the wrong containers and had to redo them from the start again!
It didn’t help with recovery, with noisy Herbert above clanking away.
Not having a good day now, I’m afraid.
I got the meal prepared and was stood at the kitchen window, staring blankly out and feeling sorry for myself.
Almighty clattering noises made me jump and sprang (Well, turned slowly) around.
Two of the jugs on the top bar had fallen off and down (No idea how this occurred). They knocked down the grabber-stick and plastic saucepans and funnels off of their pegs, taking the vegetable cutting board and all falling into the bowl in the sink, where I had left stuff soaking.
I grabbed the items, finding the steak knife first. I cleaned up and rearranged the utility items.
Although I wasn’t too keen on eating, with the stomach-churning, blocked nose, Dizzy Dennis and eyes running, the main thing was I felt I was merely drained mentally and physically.
The meal should have been a decent one. But I ate very little of it.
Washed the pots and just sat in the chair, occasionally nodding off and waking with altered ailments.
Hopefully, things will improve soon.
I reckon I had dozens of wee-wees over the night! Humph!