Inchcock – Sun 13 Jan 2019: I hate chinwagless weekends! Tsk!

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jan13 2019

Sunday 13th January 2019

Italian: Domenica 13 Gennaio 2019

23:50hrs. Once more, I woke with an entirely altered and different outlook and health condition than of the previous morning. I found my physical fettle alrightish, but the mental side was a little fragile, seemed to be psychoactive. Fretful, angstful, restless, all of a dither. Actively searching for something to worry over, fear or give me concern? Luckily, once again the SSPWW (Short=Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) pulled me out of my clinomania and mind-warping terrors!

wd0.0.90 I exited the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within seconds and took the three paces to the emergency grey tub, and painfully relieved myself. It had to be a forbearing exercise this time. For things flowed and flowed… and flowed. Not as powerfully as of late, but for so much longer!

wd0.0.90 Just as things were coming to an end, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was able to avoid dropping the tub thankfully. I got it back down on the floor. Then I needed to hold on to the door for a few seconds as the dizzies slowly eased. I understood that this problem may well be caused by the Furosemide side-effects.

More hassle next!

wd0.0.90 I realised that Litte Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding away as I’d wee-wee’d. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! What next!

wd0.0.90 Off to the wet room to try and medicated and clean things up. I had used the last of the 2.5% Hydrocortisone cream. Ululation-Mode-Adopted! I used the tube of 1%, but have little confidence in its effectiveness. I don’t mean to kvetch, folks, but may be forced into it if things don’t start getting better soon! Tut-tut! Another wee-wee was taken while in the wet room. From here on, they seem to have returned to the shorter but more frequent mode. As they did yesterday. Had a rinse and disinfected contact points, taps, WC, handles etc.

wd0.0.90 Guess what I found as I was leaving the wet room? A rather large and alive EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) I ha7sun01d hoped I’d seen the last of these! He kindly posed for me to take this photograph, then suddenly he/she was off down the shower grate like a flash! It appeared to have longer legs than the other earlier ones. This weevil indeed moved much faster than any I’ve seen before, and I have seen thousands of them in the flat over the last year? As someone said: Perhaps Nottingham City Homes could make money out of these. They must be full of protein, we could sell them to a laboratory, Far-Eastern fast-food outlet or somewhere? Hehehe!

Had another SSPWW as I went to check on the recliner area. (Thank heavens for that grey bin!) I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but I did note the tray with the dish cutlery on from last nights meal. So I removed it to the kitchen sink and got them washed up. Another Grey-Bin-Wee-wee!

Finally, I’d got around to getting the Health Checks done!

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Things looked a little lower in with the SYS & DIA, the pulse is up a bit, which is good I think. Got the medications taken, wondering what will happen with the wee-weeing now I’d imbibed the morning Furosemide. I soon found out. I put the kettle on, and by the time it had boiled, I had to make a dash for the Grey-Wee-Wee-Bin! On this single release, I thought the day would be gone before the flow stopped! I had a vision of them having troubles at my cremation as I leaked and put the fire out! Hahaha!

7sun03wd0.0.90 Amidst all the morning troubles, the mind going potty… finding the new breed of giant weevil, Dizzy Dennis’ attack, Inchies Lesion bleeding, the wee-weeing and having just clouted my knee against the cabinet in the kitchen,  I found myself humming ‘Silent Night’ to myself? Possibly a mix of old age, deliration, dementia, and mental derangement, I imagine.

7sun05I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a tiny welt from the knee-banging, and much rescaping and reshaping of the surfaces had taken place since the last check. Definitely, a lot more misshaped knobblier appearance today.

The distribution of the retained fluid, not so much now, but it was still the top half of the legs with the higher content. The blue marks from yesterday, had vanished? Inevitably, blood and fluids flow downwards, don’t they? If I were an American, I’m sure some biology laboratory would have paid me to examine them. The moon’s surface comes to mind. Haha!

At last, I got around to updating the Saturday blog, finished it and got it sent off to WordPress. (With only about five Wee-wees needed, too!)

Made a start on this post, got up to here and felt a bit peckish. Went to make a pot of porridge, but I had none left. So I had a pot noodle. Watch a YouTube thingy while I ate it.

Worked on CorelDraw, to make some headers for the series. Started the nosh preparations.

Did the Health Checks and suddenly I didn’t feel too good. Duodenal Donald was giving signs of his intentions. Alack! I thought this might affect my appetite, but no! I gobbled up the meal, meat pie, tomatoes and cheesy mashed potatoes, followed by a limoncello. A rating of 9.55/10 for this effort!

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I was incapable of doing much now, and got down in the chair and just drifted off.

But things turned a little bothersome, as the dreams kept coming and coming… but any rest (Tut-Tut!) Did not! Oy Vey! – So early, this was the end of my day!

TTFN each.

2 thoughts on “Inchcock – Sun 13 Jan 2019: I hate chinwagless weekends! Tsk!

  1. 128/70 BP is down right normal. At least you had one weevil to have a chinwag with. Lots of wees make for knobby knees. Only six whoopsies? Not bad. You took care of that great looking meal.

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    • I think that maybe the fluid retention might have been bought on by the body of its own accord, Tim. To lower the high BP? Hehehe! The snag being the pain in the legs and ankles, the wee-wees and not being able to get out and hobble. Ah-well!
      I reckon I’ve got an abcess coming on the leg. I’veonly ever had one before, in 1966 when working at the Coop in Wollaton; I remember it cause of the agony, and trying to squeeze out the black puss… Tsk!
      The Whoopsies relented abit, as you point out… worrying that! Haha!
      I like the Lots of wees make for knobby knees! I might add that to the tought of the day while they last.
      Hope you’ve lost the snow out there now?
      Cheers, mate.
      .

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