Thursday 14th March 2019
Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 14mh Màrt 2019
22:35hrs. Woke with memories of a dream milling about in my head. It seemed that I had gone into hospital, to have shopping trolley wheels fitted in place of my feet, four on each leg. There was concern from the surgeons about that I remember to WD40 them each morning, and not to drink vinegar? The visual memories are distinct in parts, I think they used Warfarin tablets in place of ball bearings. The welder in his helmet and gauntlets, was telling me about his holiday in Blackpool? Hehehe!
Getting my oversized stomach with its balloon-like fluid-filled, rock-hard legs out of the ci1968 second-hand, rickety recliner was not so comfortable this morning, but I managed it. The legs, particularly the knees, although not as bloated as they have been, were so stiff and showed great reluctance and disinclination to allow me to move or bend them, but, eager-enthusiasm to inflict pain on me when I tried to. After gingerly getting to my feet, both soles were tender when I tried to walk, but walk I had to, only a few paces mind, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). The following leak was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee) mode.
A call to the Porcelain Throne was activated while I was using the EGPWWB. To the wet room, almost crying out with the pain from the soles of the feet. I thought I was going to be in trouble today with this ailment.
The evacuation was a messy one, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding, as was Harold’s Haemorrhoids! So, a lot of painful cleaning up and medicationalisationing had to be done. As a youngster, I never dreamt that life would be so hard when I aged! Tsk!
Even putting on the fresh PPs (Protection Pants) was farcical. My stiff solid legs just were not keen on being lifted up high enough, and the Kidney-Ache-Kevin and Back-Pain-Brenda prevented me from bending down far enough to get a foot through the leg holes.
Of course, during the repeated losing of my balance, using the wall as support, banging my feet down when I did lose balance, starting the soles hurting more, I used a fair bit of grumpy language and cursing. The longer the failed attempts lasted, the more I suffered. To add insult to injury, with all the movements I had to try in my effort to get the PPs on, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion opened up again! A seriously Sorry-For-Myself-Mode was adopted! I stopped struggling and took a rest from the agony and frustration. Cleaned and medicated the Fungal Lesion.
A check of the pins (legs) revealed far less wrinkling and gnarling of the knees, but I think another leg-ulcer might be coming on. Another SSDWW was needed to be taken. I reckon the overnight fluid increase in the legs might be the reason for the less mangled knees?
I had my second bash at getting the Protection Pants on. Victory at last!
Gawd that was the most difficult, hurtful and contortedly convoluted half-hour exercise of putting on a pair of knickers – Ever! Oy Vey, already!
And later, after I do the ablutions, I’ve got to repeat it all over again! Schmendrick is the name for me today! Born to suffer! Then, of course, the battle of putting on the socks will take place. That, I am not looking forward to either!
I have an appetence for peace and a pain-free existence. Something else that will never turn into reality. I embraced a sad, pitiful, wretched, pathetic “Sorry-For-Myself-Mode” for a while after this.
As I made my way, rather down-heartedly to the kitchen to do the Health Checks, I utilised the EGPWWB for another SSDWW. I wished things would improve, realising there’s not a cat-in-hells chance of this, my mood went to Defcon 3. Hehehe!
Aha! Something looking a little better with the results from the sphygmomanometer this time, eh? Although the drop in the Dia with such a low Sys is confusing to me.
I made a mug of tea. Then got on the computer to make a start on updating the Wednesday Inchcock Today.
But my bad luck continued when I went on Facebook first to check if any messages had come in from my mate Trev, about his calling to see me today. He’d send a note, but I kept getting told that a fault was preventing me from posting a reply! I read that: With a worth of $98 billion, a 6% rate of return would earn Mr Gates roughly $149.16 per second he is alive. I am so pleased for him. Noting, that some updates came in from MS yesterday, and now this? Thanks!
I pressed on with the updating of the diary.
I had to take yet another SSDWW, and the well-used EGPWWB had to be emptied and disinfected, it was filled up so much. Grumph!
I made yet another mug of tea and took these pictures on the right while it brewed. Up on to the stepladder, (Carefully!) Hanging out of the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows with the glass that it is impossible to reach to clean, to do so. As you can see it was raining a bit. The row of yellowish street lights on the left going up on the bottom shot, are along Winchester Street.
However, the winds were so less fierce this morning (at the moment anyway), fingers crossed.
I eventually got the updating all done and sent off the post to WordPress. Then on to the Reader section. Some good stuff on it today.
Huh, another SSDWW was performed. Then I got on with creating this blog page.
Got the ablutions tended to. Took the black bags to the waste chute, and nipped down with a recycling bag.
Pal, Trevor arrived on a visit. I went down to let him in, he had a bit of bad news, but we soon got back into our ‘Co-op-Working-Days-Mode’, and the insults, mockery, laughter, and sarcasm flowed! Not had such a good time for ages! Reminiscing, and leg pulling went on for hours.
During Trevor’s visit:
- Trev had a view from the balcony. He agreed that the layout was not good for the windows.
- He trapped my finger in a window when he played- around with them, to try and work out how the locking mechanism worked; because I had forgotten how to do it. We both gave on the task! Haha!
- He opened one and hit me on the nose and glasses.
- Trod on my toe when we returned to the flat.
- Poked me in the neck as he pointed at me joked, telling me I should take more care. He did laugh!
- Then he hit my knuckle, removing some more skin, as he closed the perilous metal spring closer for me on the end window after I’d taken photos of the workers below. I hope the emergency services don’t need to get down to Woodthorpe Court in a hurry!
- Trev’s humour was infectious! Merriment and frivolity as I rarely enjoy were partaken in.
- Many old times and escapades we got up to as teenagers (Well, he was at the time) were brought up and savoured.
- When we came in, I made another brew for us, while he gobbled one of my black tomatoes down his gullet! Hehe!
The lad then helped me out on how to download and install my new version of CorelDraw. I could not have managed it without his cheerful assistance.
My short-term memory is unquestionably on the wane, as Trev pointed out as expressed his view that I was going non-compos-mentis in my old age! Haha!
Sadly he had to go after what seemed like ten minutes to me; I was having such a good time. But it was really more like three hours.
During the visit, I’d held back on the wee-wees – a mistake that was, I realise now! The SSDWWs flowed persistently for a couple of hours after I’d tristfully had to see him off.
No doubt about it, we fed off of each other’s humour, and I love it!
I had to go for a third Porcelain Throne visit. A messy affair once again.
During which I checked on the legs with the camera, and took on the challenge of getting some socks on my feet. Not easy, but less bothersome than I thought it would be. Then again, I was in a good mood after Trev’s visit.
I decided on some Texan Style sausages, a baguette, and a fancy tomato for my nosh. With a fresh orange juice and a naughty Limoncello.
Had to take the EGPWWB and place it next to the recliner, for the although they were only SSDWW’s (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wees) that followed for a while, they were frequent. I was up and down so many times! An new stinging pain was felt in the inner thigh.
I even had to empty the bucket. Which was when I checked the legs when had a wash and got into the night attire.
I could not physically see where the pain on the leg was coming from, so I took a photo of the area. It was a tiny red spot that had been causing me a lot of bother. It felt a bit like it might be a boil coming? Hey-ho!
I tried to watch some TV, but the nod-offs began, so I gave up and got my head down.