Sunday 1st July 2018
Icelandic: Sunnudagur 1. Júlí 2018
0505hrs: I wish I could recall anything about the dream I knew I’d been having, but no facts, storylines or notions of what they were about was retained. Humph!
I tried to get back to sleep in hopes of recontacting with the nightmare, but no, once awake, that’s it for me, I just have to get up. Or at least lay there while the muddled brain sorts itself out so I can remove my bulky but flabby-flobby body from the £300 second-hand recliner.
After disentangling myself from the chair, I visited the Porcelain Throne for an overdue evacuation. Not a messy one this time. Cleaned, dried and medicated the piles and had a quick wash.
And I woke in such a reasonable frame of mind as well.
Eventually, I got the medications resorted and back in the drawer with the other trays. Not comfortable with the shakes. But they didn’t last long this time.
Back to the Health Checks again.
On to the computer and updated the Excel HC figures.
On the computer and began to finish off yesterday’s Inchcock Today post.
- Dizzy Dennis gave me another visit.
- Herbert started his scrapping/dragging something, tip-tap noises
- I apprehended that blood from the fungal lesion was seeping through the PPs.
- I began a sneezing session that I was so glad finally ended.
- Then within seconds, a very urgent and unexpected call to Porcelain Throne arrived.
A tad bewildered with the onslaught of the sudden ailments, but I knew the need for the Porcelain Throne was the first and foremost that needed time in actioning.
I’ve never used so much Daktacort miconazole anti-fungal cream in one day like this before. Or got through so much Germoloid cream, or used so many Protection Pants up in such a short time either. Thank heavens for Michaels help in that department.
I made a resolution to try and remain Whoopsiedangleplopless for the rest of today.
Started this post going up to here. Made a brew. And got the Morrison order made and sent off.
Many hours spent on blogging.
Did the next Health Checks and got the nosh on the go early so I could watch the (As I now know, Fiddled, crooked, Mother Russia bribed refereed); World Cup Match, Putin’s Thugs v the Danish Dilitants.
The meal was prepared, and with a lot of burnt fingers, dirty pots pans and cutlery and niggling kerfuffle as well.
I did not get the seasoning anywhere near to how I’d intended it to turn out.
But, it was passable and just about deserved its taste-rating of 7.5/10.
The Russian Mafia… football team, played to a plan and stuck with it. Assisted by the crooked referee who was brilliantly talented, in applying his skills and intent on Russia winning.
I found it difficult at first after the game, to understand how the Russians got away with fouling and manhandling the Danish players in the box so often, on the corners, without a mention from the bent referee, or the dishonest VAR monitor’s employed by Mother Russia, who ignored the Russian wrestlers’ antics. No doubt they were feeling threatened or backhanded to do so. Let’s face it, it is FIFA we are talking about, here.
Recent threats from Putin, include:
- 1st March: Putin threatened the West with a new generation of nuclear weapons Thursday, including what he described as an “invincible” intercontinental cruise missile and an atomic torpedo that could outsmart all American defences.
- 2nd March: Putin threatened America with his invincible nuke!
- 5th April: Putin Tells Britain; You’ll be sorry at UN meeting.
- 7th June: Putin threatened: If anyone attacks Russia, World War Three will end the civilised world. Although, how civilised was the chosen word to use, I don’t know!
It looks like Russia might win the world cup after all? Hahaha!
Did the last Health Checks and medicationing.
As I settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner, all interest, resolution and willpower failed, frighteningly quickly.
I must have nodded off because I woke up with a start! Hehehe! Herbert was knocking away, at least I think it was him.
What a fantastic skyline greeted me when I got to the refrigerator.
So late at night, too.
I got the milk and returned to the recliner. Much more interested in life again now.
But, the brain started coming out of its hibernation and began going off on its meanderings, fretting, self-hatred and fearing everything again. Sleep was impossible. I think it must have been well into the early hours of the morning before I got off into the land of Nod. Still, I got there eventually. I hate weekends! Tsk!
Sounds like we are alike with the whoopsiedangleplops going on. I don’t want to do that again. I had the dizzies again tonight after none for 48 hours. I even drove this morning. Not so good later on and humidity activated my asthma and I couldn’t breathe. Into the air conditioned apartment as soon as possible.
Please don’t Tessa! Let me deal with the Whoopsiedanglepops and you concentrate on your ailment improvements with you specialists, gal. Far better this way. X
With me having to stop driving, it hurt at first being without my beloved jam-jar. But I am glad I stopped now. If I was to hurt anyone when driving, it would be too much guilt for me to cope with.
But I still miss the transport. Humph!
Seems the humidity is high over there too, gal. The temperature in my kitchen now is 95f – 35f. No air conditioning of course.
Phew!
So glad yours is working okay pet.
All the best and taketh care. X.
I will try to avoid the whoopsiedanglepops, but they find me. The humidity is horrendous especially on the 6th floor and my asthma can’t take it and I can’t breathe so I try not to go outside unless I have to. Some of the people here don’t have air conditioning. I worry about driving and having another accident. Especially if someone were to get seriously hurt or even killed. xo
Those damned Whoopsies! So cunning they are, Tessa! Hehe!
This morning in here, it is 30c and the humidity is 39 on the monitor, but what 30 means for humidity I don’t know, gal.I hope the ashma eases off a bit for you.
All the bestest. X
Ashma
No let up yet on the very high humidity.
We need winds of change Tessa, in more way than one! Hehehe! ♥
Oh dear, over here too, gal.
Humph!
Hehe! Fingers crossed petal.
X
You did have a record level of whoopsies. Meal looks interesting.
Cheers, Tim.
Is it extra hot over there too?
The flat kitchen is showing about 95c at this moment.
They might be wanting to kill us old uns off? Hahaha!
TTFN
They’re frying you!
I think it might be the ridiculous heat that’s attracting the Alien beetles in the flat. I’ll try to photograph the mini beetles in the morning, Tim. No macro on the Lumix. Not that I’d know how to use it id there was one. Haha!
You watch now I’ve said that, they won’t come. Hehe!
Working late to catch up tonight. Might as well, cause sweltering heat is not letting me sleep.
Cheers Sir.
That’s sounds like plausible hypothesis for being bugged by beetles. Unless they hold still macro mode doesn’t help much.
It’s so hot you melt and become smooth? You can probably identify with the first two lines of Santana’s song named “Smooth”:
“Man it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun…”
You can probably find the “Smooth” by Santana featuring Rob Thomas on Youtube if you’re curious about it. It’s a great song with a Cha Cha Cha rhythm.
Cheers, Tim.
I tried taking some of the dead mini-beetles, but made a right mess of them, and deleted them. I’ll try late with the Nikon B700. I might be brave enough totake it with me if I get to go to Skegness on the day out. So I need to get some practise with it.
Soon as I get time, I’ll look up Santana’s song named ‘Smooth’.
Got to go through Dropbox to find out how to allow myself to delete without them going off the system altogether. Lost some photos I wanted to keep without realising. Humph!
Today temp 30c, humidity 38 – both off of the safe zones. Tsk!
Should I snuff it in the heat, please have the cameras. Hehe!
TTFN.