Thursday 3rd January 2019
Russian: Четверг 3 января 2019
23:45hrs. I almost burst awake, instantly aware that I was in need of the Porcelain Throne, to relieve demands from both front and back. The panicky rising from the £300 second-hand recliner was more farcical the ever this morning.
I found myself sort of sliding off of the recliner, banged the swollen knees on the Ottoman, ignored the pain and got up, tripped over a slipper and knocked over the mineral water bottle, and made my way as fast as possible to the wet room. It was as close as one could be, to being too late… but, I made it, (phew!) and the splashing and spraying commenced the moment my bottom hit the Throne seat, from both areas in need! Messy, remarkably slapdash and embarrassing, the mess I had to clean up afterwards! I felt so unclean and decided that although it was so late, I had to get myself under the shower.
I shaved and did the teggies, then got under the hot spraying water, and used the carbolic soap! Scrubbing brush and sponge were well-used, too!
The fluid retention didn’t look any worse than yesterday, then again, no better. Hehe! The left wrist where it had hardened the other day, now had a pretty pattern on it. I thought for a moment that it looked like a maggot with a nose and eyes at the far end? Hahaha!
As I was drying myself off, I spotted several of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) lurking about on the dry part of the wet room floor, near to the door! Three live ones and two dead carcases. I grabbed the Sanmex Bug Killer can, and it was empty! Out and to my ‘Repellent Armoury drawer’ to collect another can of killer spray… Tripping over the same slipper again as I did so.
On the way back to the wet room, I saw that I had left the flipping oven on all night. Again! I ran in and turned off the power to the stove.
I gave the wet room a good spray with the Sanmex, then did the hallway as well. I got myself dressed, and off to investigate if any damage had been done in the oven. All looked dirty and stained inside. Clobberwockers!
At least it was warm in the kitchen. Hehehe! I calmed down a bit then and pondered on why the Weevils had returned; then realised with all my self-pitying and dizzy-spells yesterday, I had not sprayed the bug killer anywhere at all. Klutz!
I tidied up a bit in the front room and got the slippers on.
Ah, the Asda (Walmart) delivery is due this morning twixt 06:00 > 07:00hrs. I know I had a delivery on Tuesday from them, but with my not daring to risk going out while I’m in the Furosemide, and the possibility of losing the bus service, I got some stuff in. But, of course, there is a delivery charge and minimum buy! So, this is not going to help me lower my ridiculously large stock of fodder in the cupboards.
I got the Health Checks done, with the sphygmomanometer working on the first try.
Even the new thermometer worked the first time and quickly for me!
The BP confused me a little. The sys was higher, but the Dia was lower (almost poetical that, Haha!). The temperature was the highest ever I think, but as Tim Price told me, this is no problem, as for some reason it has been too low for a long time now until I started using the new ear-hole thermometer.
Took the medications. And set about updating, finalising and posting off the Wednesday Woes diary to WordPress.Then made a start on this blog. Between a few close-call LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) One, which I was forced to take in the emergency bucket, to avoid a leaking torrent!
I got some chips in the oven to have with a mini-pork pie for breakfast.
I went on the WP reader and comments while I waited for the chips to cook.
Got the nosh served up, I can’t believe I’m eating breakfasts after so many years. But the fear installed in me, by Sister Janet and Scharführeress Nurse Ann demanding and commanding me to eat brekkies, soon broke my resistance! Hehehe! I think my telling her of the Furosemide problem, caused her to need a wee-wee herself. Haha! She had to shoot off, so only a few seconds of conversation, nice of her to ring.
I had a look out of the unwanted kitchen windows, with the extra glass to clean that I cannot reach to clean, the light and view-blocking view and that I have to take photographs out of, blind because I have to hang out of the window to get over the ridiculously wide ledge… what was I saying?… Oh yes! I got the camera back inside and checked on the viewer whether the Asda delivery had arrived or not yet. It hadn’t.
So, I got the computer on to update wicked Wednesday Inchcock Today.
I had my now seemingly regular second visit to the Porcelain Throne, a decent one this time, not too messy, and leaving the wet room as I heard my mobile ringing… Mobile? At this time in the morning? It was the Asda, delivery lady. She wanted me to go down to let her in. Had the communication which they usually contact me to be let in, panel broken down. With the landline not being connected, I could not press her in – so I went down to let her in?
I took the walking stick with me cause of the legs. She got in, and I forgot to ask if she’d tried the phone in the foyer entrance. The poor think late a bit late, and it showed in her face an actions. To help her out, I suggested she just put the good in the lift with me, and she could get off then. She did! I went up in the elevator with the bags and loose bottles etc. and made a few trips from the lift doors to the flat door and got the stuff inside and put away. To make up the minimum order with me not being able to get out yet, I’d ordered things like spring water, kitchen towels and bleach that I did not need, but could use later. The freezer had to have little re-jiggling to get the mousse, chips, lamb burgers and iced orange suckers in. Tsk! I got an Asda (Walmart) store-baked Sourdough Baguette. When I picked it up from the bag and felt the weight and solid touch to it, I got a feeling I would not take to this cement and flour bread. Huh! I’ll just make a couple of turkey sarnies, some sauce of some sort, gherkins I have in to use, but I forgot to get any tomatoes.
Went on CorelDraw to do some TFZer Graphics, not done any for a while, all the weariness and falling asleep doesn’t help.
No graphics not done yet, Sister Jane called, told me not to buy anything too much in, food-wise, it was a bad connection again, but she did point out that I had got her Birthday wrong still this year, as I did last year, you’d think that after 89 years, I could get it right. Hahaha! Sorry Jane, only joking! Oh, and I must do something else.. but while I was typing in the previous words, I forgot what it was! Oy Vey!
Tried to get some pictures made up again on CorelDraw. (Failed)
Oh, dearie me, I’ll have to give up concentrating, Dizzy Dennis is back with a vengeance. Although the Furosemides (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) are less frequent and I think, not so forceful. (Later, especially in the morning, boy did they start again!) Mind you, I have to take the Furosemide in an hour or so, I can expect the tsunami any time after that to begin again. Big mouth me! Just typed this in, and had to shoot off for another Furosemide imposed LHBLWW!
Been up for 14-hours now. The weariness is creeping in.
So drained again now, I made three sarnies of buttered Sourdough bread with pork loin.
Tough would be the first word to describe my biting into the Asda (Walmart) Sourdough Baguette!
In fact, I loosened two teeth in the process!
As for the taste, cardboard!
I planned the viewing for the goggle-box. Two episodes of the A-Team, then a Police documentary, followed by a 40 stone life programme. I didn’t get half-way through the first A-Team before I nodded off. Tsk!
I hope for a better Furisemide… er… Friday. Hehehe!