Thursday 7th February 2019
Finnish: Torstai 7. Helmikuuta 2019
23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it.
The urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I manipulated my grossly stomached body from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner, and off to the WC. Amazingly, I had little bother getting free of the chair, standing up or hobbling to the wet room at all!
Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.
Got the porcelain cleaned up and disinfected, washed the dandies, felt sorry-for-myself and went to get the Health Checks done. As like yesterday, I was getting the accoutrements gathered, and had to have a wee-wee again. Today, they seem to be of the SSNSWW (Short-Sharp-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), variety, up to now, anyway.
Back to the kitchen again.
At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe!
Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!
Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation.
Checked out the pins (legs). They seemed to have far less fluid in them this morning. Still misshaped and rock hard though. And now, the left leg is bigger than the right one – opposite to yesterday. Confusing, innit?
I can see an unhappy face just above the Arthur Itis affected left knee in this photo, it even seems to have a moustashe! Can you? Hehehe!
I started to update and finalise the unhappy Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off and went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the comments.
I caught up with Facebooking, which took a long time, a really long time with all the photos I’d missed putting on the albums. Klutz!
I gorrit done, eventually, Phew! Now I’ll get some brekkers! Had some porridge.
Got the ablutions done, and sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour and got them in the bag.
The pins and ankle were starting to kick off again. Ah, well!
The drizzle looked threatening, but not to me, I was only going to the Social Hut today. Cause I didn’t feel all that good. Poor old thing, Hehe!
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Walk.
Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.
I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like China crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. A good crowd today, but I with my feeling under the weather and the damned legs giving grief I was struggling. Then Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock more pain’ brigade.
I feel sure I enjoyed most of the meeting, but memories are not specific. Jenny I recall was on good form, bless her. I think I left early, cause I found photographs that triggered memories in the morning.
I got in and did two Health Checks straight away, and took the medications early, cause my EQ told me I was about to fade alertness-wise and this means memory blanks. Feeling-sorry-for-myself-Mode-Engaged. Tsk!
I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware.
I know this cause I found this photo on the SD card in the morning.
The wee-weeing seems to have stopped altogether, don’t know if that is good or bad, cause the legs are filled up and hard, still?
I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.
I fell asleep at a ridiculous time and just kept on waking up, the TV on, nodding off, waking up, nodding off, waking… well, you get the idea.
Terrible night!
I must get all this written down, to tell the Doctor about things.
TTFN.
You may be possessed by a spirit that got lodged in your left knee when the fluids shifted. Without a long hobble about, you might not have exercised enough to exorcise the spirit. That sour puss in your knee, may well be causing a lot of your problems of late. At least you made it out into the rain, and over to the socialization HQ for some abuse that the wicked sour puss spirit in your knee helped you to forget. Artfully arranged dinner.
Well worked out, Tim. Wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric in the space/time continuum to the flat – Weevil invasion – Aliens and now Ghostly spirits attack! Hehe!
Worried about the memory blanks now Sir. They seem to betting more frequent, if I remember right. Tsk!
That’s another thing, I keep struggling even with good meals to eat them all… even that slapped on a dish nibble, although artisticalyy as you say, wasn’t all eaten. I suppose I could have fallen asleep, but who knows? Humph!
TTFN mate.