Tuesday 26th March 2019
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).
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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sods, or Murphies Law is it, Tim?
I see mto be getting wearier, earlier each day lately, Tim.
Tsk!
Cheers.
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!
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!
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.
All the bestest, Doug. Fingers crossed for you.