Friday 25th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 25mh Faoilleach 2019

2325hrs: I stirred, and lay there waiting for the brain to function and join in with the body into imitation-life. Which it did, with a single top-priority indication: “We need the Porcelain Throne – Now!”

I urged my mammoth-stomached body to allow me to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, and stumbled to the wet room, onto the Throne and did my duty. Messy evacuation. During which, I did not see a single EIBWBBB (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle).

As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over... and knocked the Protection Pants from the cabinet onto the floor instead. Oh, dearie me! I picked them up and back to the main room and had a closer inspection of the pins and tootsies of the now more fluid-filled Popeye looking legs.

Damned shame this has happened, cause now I will have to go back on the dreaded side-effect Furesomide tablets. Not good! Heaven knows what the Wee-wees will be like from here on. Still, my warts, blemishes, scars, welts, papsules, spots, growths and blood-swells had all changed again, which keeps the interest going. Hehehe!

Into the Hallway, and moved some stuff out into the spare room to make access for the plumbers/builders later when they arrive. No more bother from the ankles, no more mystery giving ways. Come think of it, I suppose the area of the ankles where the socks kept in the fluid swelling might have been the cause. They were the softer socks as well. Hey-ho!

Hello, I’m sneezing now! By gum, they are big uns too! Hope I don’t wake the neighbours up, it’s around 01:00hrs at the moment.

I got the Health Checks sorted.

By Jiminy, the Sys and Dia have gone up a lot? I took the medications but held back on taking the Furesomide after all, until I see how the fluid retention goes later. I’m genuinely not keen on going back on these tablets unless really needed.

I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa! 

I got the noodles in because they were on sale at half-price!

Had a wee-wee, made a brew of tea and then I took these three photographs from the unwanted, unliked view & light-blocking new window. Getting wet in the incoming drizzle at the same time. Haha! One to the left, straight ahead and the last one to the right.

The mind thought about all those Nottinghamians out there. The young, the old, the shoplifters, muggers, pavement cyclist, patients and medical staff in the hospitals, speeding motorists, both Nottingham Policement on patrol. The street-sleepers. The lonely, the lost, the homeless, the rich, the poor, the demented, the greedy and my fellow incompetents. Just a thought!

I ventured out onto the creaking wooden slats in the balcony, opened the metal spring flap on the left side window Luckily I have a good supply of medical plasters!) and took this picture of the wet Chestnut Walk below.

Another wee-wee, and set about updating the Thursday diary. Got this finished at 03:00hrs and made a start on this one.

I went to make a mug of tea and get a finger-plaster on the cut thumb from my opening the balcony window. It happened again, this time only one ankle giving way. Using all of my remarkable quick-wittedness and physical dexterity, I avoided going over. (Ahem!) But did manage to clout my shoulder against the doorframe. Klutz! Sulking-Mode-Approaching.

This made me feel a little fed-up with myself.

So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out.

I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot.

Sillily, I decided to photograph my efforts with the stick-grabber as getting the pot down… the second I took this shot, the Noodles flew out of the grabber, hit me on the head and bounced off of me and into the waste bin without touching the sides. Hahaha! No damage to me or the pot! Smug-Mode Adopted now!

Made the pot up, and watched a DVD on YouTube while I ate it.

I went on CorelDraw to make up the graphics again, then started to get them on the WP gallery to use later. Hours later I had to rush to get the ablutions done in time for the upgrading men to arrive.

All freshened up, I got the black bags to the waste chute, and finally got the header graphics and templates done for a couple of weeks or so, and the chaps arrived to do the upgrading work for me, bless em!

I did the CorelDraw graphicalisationing while the lads were here. Much drilling as is to be expected, but they got the job finished and had gone off for their nosh. They will return for me to sign-off. A lot of sorting and cleaning to do, but not today, its too late in the day for me.

Got the Cumberland Pie in the oven!

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I think the pipework by the much-dreaded and feared plumbers is next to come. Shudder and Near-panic Mode Engaged at the thought!

So tired now, and a headache from the noise of the works. I had to stay in, in case the Clinic emailed about my erroneous missing of the last appointment. Klutz!

Did the Health Checks.

Got the nosh served up.

The ready-made Cumberland pie, onto which I added some grated extra-strong cheddar cheese, was A1. Along with the slow-cooker cooked vegetables; mushrooms, peas, and carrots made this one of my better efforts tastewise. I added some caramelised gravy granules to the crock-pot, avoiding the need for any salt to be used. Drained the veg and added it to the dish.

A Taste-Rating of no less than 9.2/10 was given.

As usual lately, I settled to watch an episode of the A-Team on channel 21 on the box. But, this time I stayed awake all the way through it! (The excitement of having the messy prep work done and having someone to talk to, perhaps?) Then, I even got ten-minutes into a Rumpole of the Bailey show… but that was it… Zzzz!