Sunday 3rd February 2019
Greek: Κυριακή 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2019
23:25hrs: I woke in a niggly-with-myself and almost everything, mood. Thoughts, ranging from the niminy-piminy, hypocritical, sanctimonious and Pecksniffian nit-picking, all self-demeaning in nature. A lot of confusing fears, and uncertainties mingled in with these tormenting self-deprecatory insights. But, the brain had its own way, and plagued me for a few more minutes, before settling back into its ‘normal’ mode of predestinarianism and defeated-stoic-placidness. Which I appreciated it doing, I know where I am with defeatism.
I alighted the £300 second-hand 1968 rickety recliner, with no problems whatsoever. Smug-Mode Adopted (I’ll pay for this later, I usually do!). Another little pleasure was seeing the ‘Grey-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bin’ was unused! The already activated Smug-Mode satisfaction-rating increased! Hehe!
Into the kitchen, with no hassle from Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna or the ankle. (Although I could sense that Duodenal Donald was building up to share his pain with me) Now I am getting close to freaking-out, all this good luck, suddenly!) I found no oven, tap (faucet) or lights had been left on either!
Even the view out through the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows that come with extra glass to be cleaned. That I cannot reach to scrape off the bird poo on the outside, appeared to be extra beautiful, to me, at any rate.
I got the medications out to take this morning’s – Boing! I found last nights dosage still in the pot! And here’s me feeling better than I have done in a long time, having missed taking yesterday evening’s medications? It doesn’t add up, does it? My Smug-Mode evaporated! I decided I’d just pick out the Warfarin, Omeprazole and one Trimethoprim, to take along with the morning ones. Klutz! Did the Health Checks.
All of this morning’s results were looking okay to me.
I was making a brew of tea in the new porcelain mug, and it slipped out of my hand! Believe it or not, it hit the floor, bounced back up and rolled onto the top rung of the stepladder, where I grabbed it – and it wasn’t even chipped or cracked! More good luck, I’m not used to this you know!
I got some mushrooms sliced and into the slow-cooker with light Soy sauce in the water, to marinate them for cooking later. I wish I could remember why I did this, and what was my planned food to have along with them. Sad innit?
The regular and reliable early morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room I poddled. The evacuation went well, not messy, no bleeding or any force needed at all. All this fortuitousness I’m having is making me extremely nervous!
I had a reasonable search for any signs of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the wet room. I only found one obviously dead carcass. And what looked and felt when I picked it up as if it had been deceased for a long time.
Then I inspected the amazingly (apart from the left ankle, heels, and toes) painless pins (Legs). Well, another change today. Now, I have a left leg with a lot of fluid in it, and the right one was almost normal? Undoubtedly, there is a reason for this… but I’m blown if I know what it is! Tsk! I hope they make use of my misshaped ever-transmogrifying body when I kick the bucket. Even if just to give the medics and laboratory people a good laugh.
And, how will affect my wee-weeing? And what about the Furesomides, if I take half a tablet how do I know which half is for which leg? Hehehe!
The stomach had gone partly back to its floppy-flabbiness shape.
I made a brew and got onto the computer to finalise the Saturday blog. Then sent it off to WordPress. Next, I made a start on this blog. But…
It caught me by surprise after about an hour or so struggling with writing this diary, the service came back to normal. Thank you, Herr Fries.
I made a pot of porridge for breakfast and had a drink of my home-made Scottish Spring Water with orange cordial with it. Oh, and some Scottish Shorties.
I opened the doors to the balcony, and in seconds they were steamed up.
I opened the end window, the frost and icicle stalagmite and stalactites melted over me, my jammies and slippers, and on to the wooden slats on the floor. Tsk!
Trust me to want to make a panoramic shot of outside!
I managed to take a half-decent one though. Then I went on the CorelDraw and added an anaemic faced photograph of me to it. Hehe!
Went on TFZer Facebooking next, to catch up with yesterdays and this morning’s pictures on the albums. Some hilariously fun stuff on there today.
I went to check on the crock-pot mushrooms, then added some butter to the Morrison order for next Friday.
Went on the WordPress Reader next.
Got the chips and lamb burgers in the oven, and readied things to settle and enjoy the very early meal.
I was about to remove the cooked lamb and chips (Fries) from the oven, and the landline chirped into life.
It was Brother-in-law Pete. It was Janes and his Wedding Anniversary today! He could hardly believe it was 52 years since they hitched up! They emigrated to Australia years later. Then returned to the UK for a holiday and decided to stay. Gone from strength to strength ever since, bless em!
I mentioned to Pete that I was about to have my meal. I got his mocking laugh in return, with “Yea, you did the same to us last week when you rang! Hehehe!” Being a gadget freak, I reckon our Pete has planted one of his covert CCTV cameras in my flat, you know! Cause the amount of times he rings when I’m on the Throne, just going out of the door or sitting down to eat, is suspicious! Hahaha! I often wondered why he goes nosing around, looking in rooms, drawers, and cupboards on the odd time they call to see me. I’d try and fit one in their mansion, but he has them CCTV things in every room of his dwelling, and I wouldn’t know how to set them up anyway. I’ll have to have a search to try and find Pete’s planted cameras. Hehe!
We had a good natter as the smell of burning permeated into the room from the kitchen. Nottingham Forest, their marriage and other topics were bandied about, which I enjoyed.
What an anniversary for them: 52-years together in marriage! I started to sing: ♫ And it don’t seem a day too long… ♫ I suggested that with Jane being a Cliff Richard fan, he plays Cliff’s “Congratulations” hit to her. After our farewells and best wishes, he rang off, and I made my way into the kitchen with fingers-crossed to check on the fodder in the oven!
Well, all was fine, amazing. The meal was consumed with great relish and a sourdough baguette!
Did the Health Checks, the Sys and Dia were still a bit high.
I got settled with the intention of watching some TV, in the certain knowledge that it always send me off to sleep – But No! Not this time. As the rubbish from the telly came through the headphones, it was ignored! All I got was a stronger message from the barmy brain, pointing out my failings, errors, blunders and actions that I’d sooner forget – a constant stream of wrengths to be fretted and ashamed about! Many of my past miscellaneous misapprehensions, misperceptions, misjudgements, misestimations, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and mistakes that I could not help but reflect on and rue!
It felt like hours and hours that I tormented myself for no apparent reason, other than the brain wanted me to, and I was guilty of each incident, choice or decision anyway. I hope this never happens again. Tsk!