Saturday 23th March 2019
Hungarian: 2019. március 23., vasárnap
23:10hrs. I stirred to find myself in a much better condition than I was in last night (Thankfully). Not well mind. Hehehe! The innards were rumbling, the brain still confused and unclear (but nowhere near as bad as it was last night), and a demand for a wee-wee came within seconds of my waking up. Overall, an improvement all the same. So, my ‘Things to worry about, box’ went back down to Defcon Four status. Hehehe!
Extraordinarily and mind-bogglingly, I extracted my ridiculously gargantuanly oversized stomach-ridden body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rattling recliner, with consummate ease! Partly perhaps, due to my having to hasten to the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. The wee-wee mode had changed from yesterdays, this was an ELDWWIEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-end-wee-wee), but no pain or bleeding with it.
Off to the kitchen with the EGPWWB to do the usual morning MOT on the bucket. Cleansed, dried and disinfected.
Did the Health Check. Sys 135. Dia 62. Pulse 90 and Temperature 34.3°.
Took the medications, and then had to visit the Porcelain Throne. Which was a bit ridiculous. The evacuations, although a tad messy, went alright, I found myself waiting for the wee-wee that followed to finish… I waited and waited… I got the Victoria Wood biography and read an entire chapter before the end of the wee-wee arrived! I imagine I will be having another day indoors!
The pins (legs) were showing up albedineity this morning. Far less swollen. Interestingly, the spider-veins had seemed to have lessened, and I reckon that some of the blood papsules have disappeared, there are indeed no new ones at least. However, the remnant of the leg ulcer on the ankle looked slightly more colourful, I hope it’s not going to flare up again.
As I washed my hands, I noticed I had acquired a new bruise/blood-papsule on my left hand, near the thumb. Apparently, this came on while I was sleeping, I think. Because I do not remember seeing it yesterday? Mind you, I was not in good form at the time with the Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attacks. Isn’t old age confusing!
Back to the kitchen and made a brew. Then started to update the Friday post, not that there was much of it. I soon had it sorted and posted off. Went on the WP reader section. Then checked on the emails to check the status of the delivery of the Loose non-elastic diabetic socks with hand linked toe seams. Yesterday they were arriving today, at any time up to 20:00hrs, which is late for me to try and stay awake till. Now it is still today, but up to 22:00hrs. Ah-well! I wonder what hand-linked toe seams mean?
Then I went to get the medical dosage pots sorted out.
Doing the dosage pots up, I made another brew in the small China mug, and back to the computer to start on this blog.
I recalled seeing an old bottle in a Museum years ago when I visited the Sandtoft Trolleybus Museum, of a ci 1886 bottle of Ponds Extract, a panchymagogue, said to purge unhealthy juices from one’s body. I wonder if it is still available? Hahaha!
The wee-wees had now turned in a different style. They are of the frustrating LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees) classification. Not as frequent as they had been earlier, but still pretty regular. Why, when the legs have now gone down so much?
Thoughts turned to things of a jentacular nature. But, I decided instead to get the ablutions done first, just in case the socks arrive early and I don’t hear the door from inside the wet room. Best get things done now, then get myself some cornflakes. I wondered what the Queen and her Land Rover destroying hubby will be having for brekkers? Just a thought! Off to the wet room.
Got the ablutions tended to and dressed, just in case the sock delivery arrives early, like. It didn’t. The tracker says it is coming from Swansea. As of 09:09hrs it had not been dispatched yet.
I went on to CorelDraw to make up some diary page top graphics. I spent a long time, too much time really, doing this. Still, as the wee-wees are stopping going out, I might as well do them while I can. I dare not go down to do the laundry, in case the delivery arrives and I’m not in to hear him or her when they call.
During the next three hours of my graphicationalisationing, I only needed three LSPDOWWs, they are getting more painful to pass now.
However, I am keeping my pecker up well at the moment. Despite the ailments, impecuniosity, the wee-weeing, not seeing or talking to a soul, and the concerns over the socks.
The primaveral tendencies of the trees, bushes and plants outside are helping to perk me up a tad as well. The freshness and colours are slowly returning.
The dang photograph I took of the greenery, decided to mysteriously disappear from the SD card – I’m getting fed up with this happening!
After I’d done the health checks, Weary William arrived, and I had to try to avoid falling asleep and missing the sock delivery. I got the TV on, watching anything with subtitles on it, and left the computer on at the delivery update page so I could keep an eye on it… but still nodded off! So, I got up and made the nosh.
I had the last of the vegetarian chilli ready meals, with black beans added to calm the hotness down. Baked a sourdough baguette to soak up the sauce, and tucked into it with a certain amount of relishingosity!
The pot of Greek yoghourt with honey had gone off! So it had to be dished.
I noticed the delivery tracker page was now indicating with a map on the screen, that there were eight drops to be made before mine. Clever stuff! So I boldly decided that I could go down and get the laundry done, take the crossword book with me, and keep my eye out for any arrival of the socks. I gathered the accoutrements and washing, dropped some black bags of rubbish down the chute, then made my way down to the laundry room. I got the only free washer going. After decoking the soap draw of matted powder, I got the machine activated.
Then I sat myself down in the lobby and got out the crossword book. Tenant Pete arrived home, and we had a chinwag, and I tried to cheer him up a bit, the lad was not looking too happy, but I raised a smile or two from the chap. This prompted me to get outside and take some photographicalisations of the complex.
Doris came down, and we had a good natter, and she helped me move my gear from the washer to dryer. We had a good laugh, moan and talk. Then as we were nattering, the delivery of the socks arrived!
I put them in the bag and awaited the dryer to complete its cycle. I had to nip up for a wee-wee. When I returned someone had put a shower curtain in the other dryer, and they had heavy thick metal rings decorative weights attached, the noise they were making as they spun around have woken the dead! Hehehe!
Emptied and wiped the machine, and back up to the flat with the laundry and socks.
I opened the bags of socks to have a look at them after storing away the cleaned togs. I’ll try a pair in the morning. They feel soft.
I was drained, but a little more relaxed now that the hosiery had been delivered. But I nodded off, almost as soon as I sat down. Zzzz!