Inchcock Today Wednesday 24th July 2019: Humph! Tsk! Hehe!

2019 July 24

2019 July 24

Wednesday 24th July 2019

Luxembourgish: Mëttwoch 24 Juli 2019

12:35hrs. Worra dream last night! It felt so real too, mind you, I’m glad it wasn’t! I merrily jumped off of High Tor cliff top, in Matlock. As I neared the river Derwent below, at a tremendous rate of knots, and ready for the end… I found I was in a bakery, being churned along with the dough? As I did my best to eat the mix as I spun around, I seemed to wake in a hospital, in a bed next to Peter Crouch, who had broken his leg. Next minute, I was in a dentist’s chair having a tooth extracted. The dentist kept telling me to stop singing, which I wasn’t doing. How can one sing while having a molar pulled? A chap who looked like Edward G Robinson came in, and shot me three times! Stuck some Elastoplasts on me, and they took me away in a 1950s type American Ambulance. I did my best to recall what happened further, to no avail.

Physically, I only had a bit of back pain, from the tumble on the bus, I assumed, yesterday. The dancing and electric-like twitching of the fingers, hands, arm, and shoulder were all calmish. Just the odd few seconds blasts, they were well copeable with, as I was not doing anything dangerous. Like making tea, getting on or off a bus, dealing with electrical things, using the sock-glide, pushing the trolley-guide etcetera. Haha!

I dismounted the £300 second-hand, almost decrepit,  creaking, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, often not working, rickety, rusty, Back-Pain-Brenda annoying recliner, in a state of mild semi-confusion. I did not need a wee-wee. Yee-Haa!

3Wed01cI wobbled to the kitchen. Got the hand-washing done. Took the medications taken. Did the health checks, then made a brew of tea.

The reading on the HCs was another good one. The SYS 142, DIA 58, PULSE 79 and the temperature was 35.1°c. It was then that I realised it thundering and lightning! It must have only just started, or I would surely have been aware earlier?

I went onto the unwanted, finger-flesh-chewing opening spring metal clip-opener sharing, impossible to get at to clean the windows new balcony. Try as I might, and I did, I couldn’t catch the lightning in these pictures. Sulk-Mode Adopted!

 

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After another small mug of tea, tried again to catch the lightning in one these shot. Humph, failed again!

 

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The rain soon eased-off, then it seemed to become lighter quicker than ever.

I did some updating of the Tuesday post, but it was a horribly slow gong. The affected with Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Axonotme and Peripheral (Sounds professional?) The right-hand fingers mainly were the trouble. They did not recognise when they touched anything. Making more mistakes than the Government, dropping things, generally, I was in a pickle. I gave up in the hope that things might improve later. I went to get the ablutions done.

 

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Typing is so hard now. I’ll do the rest in shorthand. IRN nurse arrived and took the blood.

Got blog finished. Stated this one.

Kitchen window shots.

 

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Took loaves to hut. Took some photos while out.

 

3Wed26Nosh.

TV.

Zzz! Woke must stay awake for the medicines arriving, I hope they are delivered.

No, the lousy, unreliable pensioner-hating, leaving me in the lurch, stranded, abanding me without an even one Bisoprolol heart-tablet, hateful, lousy, lying, vasodilator denying, violators of trust, unscrupulous, disreputable, none-communicative, vacuators of any vestige of morale or faith in the medical world, and a danger to vulnerable people! In two words, Unreliable Gits! They failed to deliver again. I could die contentedly if I knew they would be blamed! But they wouldn’t be, of course, the buck would be passed, or facts distorted. Not that anyone is interested. Humph!

Life stinks!

TTFNski.

2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today Wednesday 24th July 2019: Humph! Tsk! Hehe!

  1. Interesting dream. Your leg is starting to look like a cat scratching post. Nice description of the “unreliable gits” Decent look meal.

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    • The leg is, Tim. I just must be scratching in the night, although I have no recollection at all. Oddlymost!
      Finally got the beta-blockers delivered Thurday. Such a shock! Hehe!
      TTFNski Sir. Thanks.

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