Saturday 9th March 2019

Croatian: Subota, 9. ožujka 2019

00:30hrs. I woke, after suffering a silly-bonkers repeat dream night. I kept thinking I had woken up, to find I was someone and somewhere else. I can’t recall anything definite of the who and where though, which is a bit galling! I think I actually did wake up a few times in between the nightmares, but I’m a bit sceptical about this noctuary. (As I am with everything in life lately, Hehe!)

As I was getting my horrendously over-stomach-burdened blobby-body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 recliner, I was still in a state of dwaal, and made a right mess of getting up on my feet! I got up and caught my balance okay. In fact, I felt a little pleased with the ease in which I had achieved this! (A mistake that, I soon realised!) As the first step was taken, I felt something crunch as I stood on it with my besocked right foot. I’d trodden on and broken my second favourite pen. Annoyed with myself, I unthinkingly bent down a little too quickly to pick up the pieces… had a Dizzy Dennis visit, went down on my knees with the right patella landing on top of the plastic bits, and bruising the already dodgy knee, and simultaneously cracking my elbow against the corner of the Ottoman. (I actually stayed down on the floor for a few moments, selecting expletives to use later on this diary!) Not a great abecedarian to the day! What a doddery old Schlub! 

I checked out the pins (legs) and found them to be remarkably different to yesterday mornings. Friday revealed I had one white leg and one red one. (A first that one was!) Now, I had both pins looking anaemic below the warped mangled knees and red above them? (Another first!) With odd areas of a sort of a light khaki coloured patches higher up? Oy Vey!

I really ought to see if the Tate Gallery is interested in buying any of pin photographs!

Ah, The mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the cosmos, and the spacetime continuum, into my apartment and body! I’ve no idea what extraterrestrial or ghostly solivagant it is that has invaded my body. But he/it seems to have settled in and taken charge of the warping and colourisation of the limbs. Bit of an artistic type, perhaps? Hahaha!

I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Although the legs have had more fluid retention before, they were rock solid. Not the knobbly-warped knees of course. I decided to try a Furesomide with the morning dosages.

I had a rare moment of deep thinking. Having missed a few Warfarin doses this last ten days or so. I decided to have an Enoxaparin injection to boost things. 

Then got the sphygmomanometer going, it worked first time this morning. The pulse was up again, the temperature is continually falling, rather worryingly.

Oh, I deterged the tiny wound on the knee and removed the bit of pen plastic, and Germolened the knee-cap.

I started the Friday diary updating. I had to go for a wee-wee, but cunningly realising I had taken a Furesomide earlier, I had the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) in place. A SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) one.

Back to the computer, but only for a couple of minutes and it was back to the EGPWWB! This time for an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee).

During the next few hours, while I did the updating, I had three more ELDOPWWs and had to empty the bucket and antisepticated it again. That Furesomide certainly works!

Again, I heard a sort of plopping noise, but could not locate where it was coming from. It only lasted a few minutes. When I was going around the other rooms in this magnificent apartment (all three of them), in the kitchen I took these shots of the view I thought you might like to see.

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I then had an ELDOPWW, that, and I kid you not, half-filled the EGPWWB in one go! I think I could feel the pins getting softer, (less fluid retention) already. I emptied the bucket and disinfecticated it again! Good job I haven’t got to go out today!

The tummy started feeling tight and a smidge bothersome. I didn’t fret, just put it down to the excessive wee-weeing quantity.

I finally finished the Friday blog and got is posted off.

Made a mug of Glengettie tea and started this diary. During which only two wee-wees were called for? Furesomide failing?

Had a perusal of the WP Reader section. Blimey, the left knee is giving a lot of sharp pains now, even When I’m not moving it. Oy, oy, oy! 

I visited the TFZ Facebook site, and added some photographicalisations to the albums.

Then got some brekkers sorted out. I had one of the French made soft baguettes left from last nights nosh.

So I buttered it and put some meat on it and sliced tomatoes. A mug of strong-flavoured tea, A Marmite cheese lump and a bag of Marmite crisps, made for a tasty breakfast.

Very flavoursome.

I got some mushrooms and minced lamb in the crock-pot. Added a little lamb gravy granules, mint and a shot of Maggi flavouring. I left it as it turns out for about four hours on a low setting.

This is because when I sat down to change my socks, and fell asleep for four hours! Humph!

Still, I must have needed it. Or be on the verge of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Circadian Rhythm Disorder, or Narcolepsy. Maybe my old mind is just hiding my brain from the struggle, confusion, insurmountability of late-life problems, and my fading faculties?

When I stirred back into mock-life, I did the Health Checks and medication taking. Had a wee-wee.

Then I served up the lamb and mushrooms with some mashed potato and onions, added the last of the mini tomatoes. I had a couple of slices of the Milk Roll bread, and a small pot of lemon mousse.

The potatoes, mushrooms and tomatoes were fine tasting, but the lamb was a little bland! So, only a Flavour-Rating of 6/10 for this effort.

I put down the tray on the floor and began to think of all the things  I had to do the coming week… Zzzz! Again!

How much sleep is it possible to want in a day?