Sunday 27th January 2019
Malay: Ahad 27 Januari 2019
22:35hrs. Woke up, with a wonderful few memories from the dream I’d been having, I was back in the arms of long lost love Suzie. Ah! I got back to sleep to see if I could get back there… But no more dreams of any kind!
23:45hrs. I reckoned I had had six hours sleep or so. Good that. Broken by the pleasant nightmare, but still. As I began to remove my body mass, and there’s a lot of it you know, from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. Demands on both ends came in for the wet room to be visited with all haste again like in the past two mornings. (I’m becoming a right regular ain’t I, Hehe!) So, I got myself upright, and without a sign of any toe-stubbing, knocking anything over, or treading on anything, I was seated on the Porcelain Throne within a minute I think. The evacuation went so well too. No messiness, no bleeding from the rear-end.
As I sat there, waiting patiently for the wee-weeing to cease, the flow was so gentle and without sensation, that I wasn’t sure if it had stopped or not. I had a read some pages of the war book.
I checked with some toilet paper. Oh dearie me! Blood had bled and was still doing so. (I thought I’d been rather well with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion lately). A good job I bought the over-the-counter Hydrocortisone Cream last week, cause I forgot to ask at the surgery for another prescription. Not the 3° like that would have been, and not so useful either, but this 1° is better than none! Applying it was a nightmare again. Painfull and messy, but I got it sorted eventually. By the time I had got it done, I had needed another wee-wee. And boy had the style changed from the weak effort I took while sat down earlier! An SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee) is my classification. I wonder if the reason for the feeble attempt was because I was sat down?
I checked the condition of the pins.
Well, blow me down! I now have vicious wee-wees returned, and one red leg with the other its standard shade? The right this time more filled with fluid, a reversal of the last few days state of my pins? I’m nonplussed! Will they ever get back to near normal again! Two things, well three things that do scare me, Going blind, going senile or being incapacitated in movement. I can cope with all the other ailments. The new ticker and related farce of getting the INR level right, multiple blood tests, self-injections, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyner, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, etc. Even Shaking Shaun, Colin Cramps and Dizzy Dennis visits… but these three things I would be nervous and concerned about if they kicked off on or in me. Gonna bit maudlin there didn’t I, sorry.
As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted some EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) four on the floor around the door area, and one on a cabinet?
I think I will have to admit to failure in my battle against the illegal immigrant EIBWBBBs. It’s been a good war, but the little things have worn me out. There are too many of them. I just can’t understand how they are leaving me alone for days, and then they reappear again. This morning’s weevils were all dead apart from one. But I do keep spraying and coughing up the bug killer spray daily in the wet room, still. It is rare nowadays for me to find any live ones. Perhaps their Kommandant Obersturmbannführer has designated the shower room as their cemetery? Hehehe! Maybe I can come to some agreement with them for an InchcockBeetleExit, Euro-Style?
I set about doing the Health Checks and medication taking, unsure of whether to take a Furesomide or not, I left it for today, not knowing if I had done right or wrong really.
The results looked a little more balanced to me this time. Sys and Dia back down nicely.
While I thought of it, I put some sliced chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot with a little light Soy sauce to marinate and turn on later. The thoughts for today’s nosh was a Cumberland pie, the mushrooms and the Frits I got from Marks & Spencers yesterday, maybe, perhaps, possibly.
The morning view I thought was worthy of recording again.
Somehow I never tire of this vista. It makes me aware that I am not alone. Out there are my fellow Nottinghamians: shoplifters, pavement cyclist, street sleepers, muggers, burglars, the unemployed, failed child-maintenance payers, shortchanging rude shop staff, Social security fiddlers, etc. Haha!
Back for an SSPPWW with splashback. Tsk!
Finally, I got the computer on and updated the Saturday blog. This took me three hours with all the photographs to sort out, and so many things were happening. Also, I had to take about four SSPPWWs, all without any splashbacks.
I went to make a brew of tea, and the rain splashing on the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows, made me take a look outside. I took a photo right and upwards of the unsolicited new work making balconies, then I snapped a shot of the car park below. Blind taken shot of course, as the new windows make it impossible for me to photograph over the new deep window ledges and still see the viewer screen on the camera unless I get on the step ladder so I can reach out far enough into the rain and wind. And it was windy out there compared to earlier. I noted that one of the cars had been reversed into its space. Well done that resident! Much safer!
At last, I made a start on this post.
Many hours and wee-wees later, my mind turned to my getting some brekkers. Corn Flakes this time.
I got the packet down with the new Stick-Pickerupper okay, but for some reason that the grabber didn’t want to lose its grip on Cornflakes! I had to release it manually.
I don’t have a lot of luck, do I? Getting it back up, and it still wouldn’t release, I had to get the step ladders and get it back up that way. Schmuck!
Ate them, with one of the Freebie mini bottles of apple juice. Mind you, by the time I got around to it, the flakes were all soaked in the milk and soggy! Humph!
Back to the WordPressing, and…
It was hard work getting anything done on the computer for an hour or two. It seems to be getting less slower now, note I do not say its getting faster. Thank you, Mr Mike Fries (Photo above, he’s about to squeeze more cash out of me for a crap service!), and your quomodocunquising company of avaricious incompetents!
Went on Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZer page.
The mobile, which was on charge in the other room. The legs were giving me some grief as I limped to get the mobile, but it stopped just as I got to it. Back to the computer and the landline light flashed and the tone chirped. Twas Brother-inLaw Pete. We had a nice natter until he had to go.
Back to Facebooking.
Got the nosh prepared.
It went down well, very tasty!
Washed the pots.
I tried to stay awake for the live football match. But seconds after the kick-off, Zzzz!