Thursday 7th February 2019
Finnish: Torstai 7. Helmikuuta 2019
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 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.
Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!
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 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.
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 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 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.