Saturday 27th July 2019
Swedish: Lördagen 27 Juli 2019
03:30hrs: I woke up, with last night’s depression and self-pitying gone. I might not have been over-the-moon or in seventh heaven. But the marked difference in my outlook, was indeed welcome, no matter that it was incomprehensible to me. Nothing had changed.
As I extracted my bulbous, short, plump body from the embracing clutches of the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured recliner, I became aware of the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne! So, I got the stick and made my way hastily to the wet room. It seemed Mivicol had done it works at last?
Oh, what a mess! The quickest evacuation in weeks. But it was a harrowing, painful and sanguinary affair, in the extreme! Definitely, something to mention to the Doctor on Monday’s visit. Taradiddle thoughts passed through my mind, as I pondered on the probable causes of the off-colour and haemoglobin that flowed. Later, I added this incident to the notes to take with me to the surgery. I’m not going to be popular with Dr Vindla! Oh, dear! More work for the woman! “Please note, I did not go into detail, as requested by dozens of my mass of readers. Both of them! Hahaha!”
The stomach was bloated a lot. But the legs looked far better, this morning. They were both of the same size, water retention-wise. A rarity that! Haha!
Off to the kitchen to take the medications, do the health checks, then made a mug of refreshing Glengettie tea.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time! And the readings were fine again! Things seem to be going well, apart from the disagreeable evacuation of course.
The Polyneuropathy was not too much bother at all, only the fingers and shoulder any bother, and they were easily copeable with! Up to know! I haven’t walked into anything or dropped a single item! The wee-weeing count is only one! I hope this pleasant aberrationalness lasts! I just took a senna with the regular medications, no Movicol. I didn’t know if I should or not, but I don’t want to go back to the blockages again if I can help it.
I got on with updating the Friday blog. It was a lot easier and quicker to do, with Peripheral Neuralgia being so kind to me. Only the shoulder really gave me any hassle worth mentioning.
Before moving on to doing the graphics needed, I moved the handwashing onto the stand-up airer. What a comical farce that turned out to be! And I can’t blame any shaking or dancing limbs, just me!
That might be why I found myself laughing as it happened!
- I got the first t-shirt on the lower part, turned to get the grey shirt. And the white one fell on the floor.
- Picked it up and had them both in position.
- Turning to walk away, I then dropped my walking stick.
- Which fell through the bars, knocking off both shirts!
- I foolishly put them both back on and reached for the stick which had ended up behind the airer.
- Knocking the grey shirt off again as I retrieved it!
- Put the grey shirt back on, and gingerly retreated! Hahaha!
I fetched the camera and took this photo as memorabilia of a single incident, that had me laughing to myself. Now if this had happened during yesterdays depression, I think my reactions would have been a little more agitational. But not today, I had a quiet blithesome giggle to myself, again. Hehe!
No sign of the promised rain yet outside. While I had the camera in hand, I took a picture through the balcony windows and a couple from the kitchen’s unwanted windows.
I got the graphics done and started the updating of this post.
I had to go onto CoralDraw to make some advanced page top and Thoughts graphics next, but not before I made a brew, checked the weather and had another Porcelain Throne visit.
I realised how late it was as I sat on the Throne, and decided to change plans afterwards, and get the ablutions done. The evacuation, well, the Movicol had done its job well! Phwoar! The aroma I had to do my ablutions alongside! What next? A visit from Diahorrea Duncan?
Popped to try and see Josie, she answered. Going out with her sister today, so lunch will be wanted tomorrow at 12:00hrs. Wished her a good day, and returned to make the brew.
Then I went on to CorelDraw, for a massive, but gigantic wearying session, of hours in length, graphicalisationing.
Stopped to make a brew of tea, and boy, was it was raining. Not a storm of any sort, just persistent rain. The hand and fingers started kicking-off again, and I dropped the mug of tea on the kitchen floor. Still, the leg was not doing any dancing at all today?
I now believe in miracles! The cup didn’t break or even chip! Cleaned the mess up, and made another one.
I went onto the balcony for a few minutes and spotted two incoming visitors, I expect. They parked up and made their way to the flats along Chestnut Way in the rain. I was so happy to see the gentleman sharing his umbrella with his other half.
Oh, he wasn’t. Hehehe!
Back to the computerisationing. But the fatigue was setting in, and fodder needed making to satisfy the innards, so I only planned to work for another hour or so. Even though I needed lots more graphics that needed doing. I only got one template finished.
Got the nosh prepared, and served up.
I made far too much, due to not knowing if Josie needed a meal today or tomorrow, I got the spuds on the boil earlier. And it would have been a sin not to eat those lovely boiled spuds mashed with celery salt and loaded with mature cheese!
I ate the lot! Contents: Boiled until overcooked potatoes, mashed up Extra-Strong Mature cheddar cheese with celery salt, then browned off in the oven to make the edges crispy brown. Garden peas warmed slowly with balsamic vinegar. Four different varieties of mini tomatoes. Tuna chunks in brine. Pickled gherkins. Cooked beetroot. Some bits of red pepper. Taste Appraisal: 9/10!
Washed the pots, then me. Did the hand wash, and left them in soak. Settled to watch an episode of Hettie Wainthrope on the TV. Fell asleep!
Woke with Colin Cramps in the left foot, and the hand. He stayed for ages.
No chance of nodding off, I got up and rinsed the washing and got it on the airer.
It took me ages to get back to sleep. Tsk!