01:35hrs. Woke up, to find the stomach ache and queasiness still with me. No sooner had I recognised this fact, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Almost spritely, I was out of the £300, second-hand, horrendously beige-coloured, tatty, battered, often not working, c1968, rickety, rusty recliner. Grabbed the stick and made my way, wobbly, to the wet room.
A sharp pain was felt in the lower shin area of the right leg, but this did not stop it from trying to dance a Neuropathic Schuhplattler, as I entered the room! The pain continued. A sort of crampish, dull ache with moments of stinging? But, the dancing was all over in seconds. (Phew!) The evacuation replaced other worries. Gawd blimey, an extremely messy and pongy affair! But, there was no bleeding. An awfully long time and a lot of effort were needed in cleaning the porcelain and myself up afterwards! Tsk!
I still felt a little unsteady on the pins, and relieving myself, had not eased the innards at all. To the kitchen, and I was amazed to see some handwashing soaking in the bowl. Blown if I can remember doing any! Got the kettle on, and rinsed the t-shirt and socks, got them on the airer.
I pondered on the needs of the day:
Josie’s cheesy potato and smoked mackerel meal to prepare for a twelve o’clock delivery.
Ready the needs for the surgery tests in the morning. Medication list, a sample of urine.
Update the record of my daily-moods for the Doctor S K Raghunathan.
Make a note to leave for the Phlebotomy nurse, advising her of my possible delay at the surgery, might make me late getting home. (Oh, dearie me!)
Check and take-in, all medical appointments for the week.
More Templates, Page-top, and Thoughts graphics need creating.
The Axonotmesis driven right leg began to try doing another Neuropathic Schuhplattler, come, the Stomp, dancing. Again, it gave up after only a minute or so. But it seemed more active this morning. I don’t suppose it will help, but I lathered the leg with the Phorpain Pain Gel, anyway. Then took the morning medications (No need of any Senna or Movicol, judging by the evacuation I’d suffered, I mean taken. Haha!), and made a mug of tea.
I got onto updating the Saturday blog. Not a good day yesterday, I hoped that today would be betterer. It took me only about three hours to complete the diary, and get it posted off to WordPress. The hands and fingers were calm this morning. So progress was good.
For some unrecognised mysterious reason, I seemed to feel (Just a little bit, mind!) somewhat motivated and hopeful this morning? This, despite the dancing leg and rumbling aching innards!
As I went on CorelDraw, to do the needed graphics, the shoulder started its aggressive shuffling, shaking, hutching and quivering movements. This put me in a lower state of contentment straight away. For trying to work on graphics on the art package, is nigh-on impossible with the arm destroying the work in one wild nudge! But, I persisted. (Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, where am I getting this determination from?)
Then, my spirits, sank a little further…
I can see my recent uplift in moral is about to dwindle, plummet, recede further, take a nosedive or die! Grumph!
Really bad now. The sites keep crashing on Firefox, then Firefox itself crashed. Oh, Shit! It did this three times, on the fourth reset, it seems to be working again. I’d hate to loose all the graphic work I’m doing, oh, dear me!
Export Driver failed message.
This could be my last communication with you. All presets on Coreldraw and WordPress have gone back to default!
I shall try to post this blog early, in case it all goes tits-up.