Inchcock Today – Tue 26 Mar 2019: Not one of my betterer days. Humph!

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2019 Mar 26

Tuesday 26th March 2019

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23:55hrs. I woke and immediately found myself frantically fumbling my way out of the ci1968 second-hand, £300 rickety, rusty recliner; and taking the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket).

wd 255.102.0 Where I discovered that the wee-wee mode had changed to that of being an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee). By the time I had readjusted things ready to take the EGPWWB off to be cleansed and sanitised, I needed another further session! The stinging and tingling was a lot worse this morning. And yet, the legs felt and looked like most of the fluid retention had gone? I hobbled to the kitchen with the bucket and antisepticated it, in readiness for what was obviously going to be further heavy use later on.

I collected the tray and plate from the main room where I’d left it last night, and washed them up. There were no signs of any Nocturnal-Nibbling. Smug-Mode Adopted!

wd 255.102.0 Got the sphygmomanometer out, and had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and to use the Porcelain Throne. The rear-end evacuation went okay. But, Little Inchies Lesion was leaking, stinging and painful for some reason, overuse probably. Tsk! Back to get the Health Checks done. Sys 154, Dia 80, Pulse 88 and Temp 35°.

Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. With all the farces and photographs taken, this took me aeon. Four wee-wees later, all SSPWWs. I finally got the blog posted off, and went on the WordPress reader.

I actually fancied some chips for breakfast, But, I refrained, abstained, resisted and went on the food-wagon in shame at myself! Smug Mode increased to Super-Smug-Mode!

I made a start on this post. The top of the page Morning’s Rhyme of Thoughts just flowed from the brain for once! After one more wee-wee and about an hour or so, the need for another Porcelain Throne session arrived. Again, the evacuation was okay, but the following wee-wee was for a change, of the ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-ever-end-wee-wee) style. I got a feeling of deja vu, as I got out the Victoria Wood biography to read, and completed several pages before I dared move and was moderately confident that things had completely finished. Luckily, they had. Phew!

wd 255.102.0 I got the camera and took some shots of the pins (Legs). Only the area around where the leg-ulcer gave cause for concern. The different pigmentation and white spots might be the ulcer beginning to return. The ankle did this before the sore appeared nine weeks ago? The usual one leg more fluid-filled than the other, but not so markedly today. If the Tate gallery is interested in financing me, so they can use these photographs as part of a display, just let me know. They are better than a pile of bricks, surely? Bringing my legs to put on show at the gallery, will cost more of course. And also, if any medical laboratories are interested? Thank you!

 

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I went to make a fresh brew of tea, and get some biscuits to dunk for breakfast. A quick diversion to the EGPWWB for an ELDWWIEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-end-wee-wee) style wee-wee. Washed the dandies and got the brew and Scottish Highland biscuits.

I shot some snaps with the newer camera, from the unwanted new kitchen windows. That cannot be reached to be cleaned, and are light and view-blocking.

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Back to the computer after an ELDWWIEWW.

The doorbell chimed-out. T’was Riechsführeress Commanding Officeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to check the Wrist Alarm with the NCH Control.

I was advising her of my problems with the Glide and socks, and telling her about the nerves problems in the legs.

wd 255.102.0 I was a bit embarrassed as I had not done any ablutions and was in my jammie-bottoms, because of how bad I felt. The dizzies kept visiting. Then the chimes rang out again. Marvellous innit, for eleven days one does the ablutions, shaving, etc. early, the one day you don’t feel like bothering, Two people call at the flat! The second caller was an engineer to check on the length of cable from the heater to the plug.

wd 255.102.0 I still dare not go out, because of the wee-weeing and Dizzy Dennis. I ain’t too good at all. The Doctor must listen to me on my next visit.

I made an order from Ocado, for delivery for tomorrow.

I went on CorelDraw to do a few more page top graphics. Three wee-wees and three hours later, the fatigue set in. Which was a little worrying, as I had not done ‘owt over-physical all day?

Took the medications and got the oven on for the chips or waffles whichever I decide on having. Dizzy Dennis visited, the first time for hours.

2Tue10Feeling right depressed and weary now, not really knowing why, apart fro, persistent Dizzy Dennis, maybe.

Got the nosh sorted out. I couldn’t even be bothered about buttering the bread.

I ate it, but got little enjoyment from doing so, this is not me at all!

The wee-wees seem to have got far less now.

TTFN.

6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Tue 26 Mar 2019: Not one of my betterer days. Humph!

  1. It seems to be one of those things about visitors. At least you had your jammie-bottoms on. Too bad you were too worn out to enjoy you food.

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  2. It’s flu/cold season here, and someone shared theirs with me. I always wear a procedure mask when I sense disease about to erupt, and continue using them till I’m healthy again. Amazingly enough, most people just hack and blow out death on their breath. Hence, my current flu/cold. I’m not sure what I have, but they sent me to the lab after dialysis to have a couple cotton swabs stuck up my left nostril to collect a sample of what ails me. Hope you are avoiding respiratory issues!

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    • Hi there, Doug.
      I think the flu and pnuemonia jabs seem to be working for me. Even if the DVT clinic was unhappy when they found I’d had them. Last week (I haven’t been out to gossip and discover if the situation remains), but the Warden said that eleven of Woodthorpe Court prisoners… I mean tenants (Hehe!), have got sore throats. Sensible of you to mask up when its about, Sir.
      I hope your swabs get analysed faster than my leg-ucler/nerve ends did. (Nine weeks to get them looked at.
      With me its, the increase weariness getting earlier every day it seems?
      But I mustn’t complain. Naughty Inchcock! Haha!
      Hope the lads are keeping you going.
      Cheers!

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      • Well, I’ll be dead or healed by the time the swabs are analyzed. I suspect the purpose was less to help me (the doctor already prescribed something for the illness) than to help enrich the data base of the Center for Disease Control-Atlanta, the Federal registry and research center for such things in the USA.

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