Inchcock Today – Saturday 26th October 2019: It’s hard work gerrin’ old!

2019 sOct 26

2019 July 10

Saturday 26th October 2019

Turkish: 26 Ekim 2019 Cumartesi

Oct 26

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b 00:50hrs: I woke, not being able to miss the signs of my nocturnal nibbling having taken place! Most of them were spread over my bulging stomach, crumbs in the belly-button area, the Manner Lemon Wafer pot on the floor, empty I might add! Obloquy-Mode-Engaged! As I was taking the mess in, the urge to use the Porcelain Throne arrived. (I think this has happened on my waking for about four days or so now?)

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b I extracted my weighty lump of a bouncing-with-fat body from the recliner. Not an easy task nowadays! Without any complaints from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna. Caught my balance, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and muddled my way as fast as I could, (the need was quickly growing stronger) and got myself to and sat, with a thud, on the Throne! Eurgh! Worra Messy Evacuation! But, bloodless and not painful, so that’s summat to cheer me up! Had a good clean around, and into the kitchen.

5Fri13WDP09LWD 0.30.0b Where I found I had an itch on the high part of the right leg and had to force myself to resist scratching, until I discovered what was causing it, first thought was a boil coming perhaps? There were no signs of anything that might be causing it near the area? The old ankle-ulcer scar had a new inner-core forming. There were plenty, many new blood-papsules. And it felt like I had worms squiggling around under the skin? Another of the ‘Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!’ Tsk! 

6Sat03I made a tasty brew of tea, took the medications, and had another wee-wee, of the rarely known lately, annoying INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) mode. I thought while I’m in the kitchen, I’d get the crock-pot going and add the garden peas in the saucepan.

So, I carefully sliced the mushrooms, got some oregano and salt in the water, and added the fungi to slow cook.

6Sat03a WDP09LWD 0.30.0bA I was reaching for the camera when I noticed I’d imprudently turned on the heat under the saucepan on the stove! I pulled the pan off of the ring and turned off the heat. I got the camera and was about to open the window, to take some snaps when I noticed the burn mark on the back of my hand. I had no pain at all, until the eyes saw the wound for itself, that it started hurting! The Peripheral Neuralgia had not got the message about the burn to the brain! Another side-effect of my many ailments, sorry, issues! Haha!

WDP09RWD 0.30.0bA I abandoned the half-open window and went to get some cream from the drawer, and then clouted my elbow on the counter corner! The nerves were working then, Hahaha! It didn’t-half make my jump! I got the cream out but decided it wasn’t bad enough to warrant its use, and I returned it…

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b Then, could I find where I’d left the camera in the mini-fiasco? No! Well, not for ages anyway. It was in plain view on the window inner-ledge. I must have passed it by no end of times on my marathon ferreting rootling around search! My earlier Obloquy-Mood had turned into a Disconcerting-Flustered-Perplexing-Mode! With a hint of confidence-escapage, and a lot of self-disgust! Disconcerting-Flustered-Perplexing mood thrown in! 

Then finally got the photo’s taken.

6Sat04

The first picture facing down towards the car park on Chestnut Walk. Which came out badly. I didn’t think I was shaking, but I must have been, I suppose. The finger-ends didn’t feel like they were struggling, but when I looked at them closely, they seemed to almost what looked like shivering, but only at the tip-ends? Somehow or other, the second shot of the straight-ahead view, came out fantastic. It even caught some of the rain that was drizzling! I wanted to give up trying, but soon pulled myself together… well, assembled various bits close to each other. Hehehe!

WDP09RWD 0.30.0b I got on the computer at long last. Bloodied, hurt, frustrated, and ashamed. The fingertip nerve-endings were pretty kind to me then, but got worse later on and became an extra annoyance. I kept on with the task and eventually got it updated and sent off to WordPress, despite the odd…

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That thankfully, it only lasted for a few minutes, and no resetting required to get it back on, it did it of its own accord! I made several mugs of tea, and I took had to take variously-moded wee’s while doing the Friday blog. Why, though? I have an insatiable, unslakable, gannet-like thirst, and wee-weeing all the time! I tell myself to stop drinking, you fool! But the desire, need, almost craving for tea, seems irresistible? I do not wish for Pepsi, orangeade, or anything liquid, other than thick-black-strong tea? Have they put a drug in it? Have I caught an unknown disease? Will Burnley ever win against Chelsea? Harf-Harf!

I made yet another mug of tea (I must stop!) and had a shockingly vicious wee-wee of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) style.

Well, it’s getting on, and I must get some templates made up. But first, I have to create some Dedicated Days, Thoughts, and Page top graphics, which will likely leave me no time to make the drafts today. It’s hard work!

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b Five wee-wees, three cups of tea, and six hours later, I’m done in. And, beside and as well, I’ve only got one Thoughts graphic done. Two page top one’s and three Dedicated days pictures made up! I will really have to consider packing in doing them!

6Sat05The mushroom in the crock-pot is nearly done, I’ve got everything ready for the final cooking session. But I must get the template for tomorrow’s dairy done now. Then I can get the nosh done, and settle to get some rest, if not sleep.

A long day tomorrow, with the graphics still to be done. Josie’s nosh to cook and deliver and the new Physio exercises are due to be started.

6Sat05aI’ll make a start on Sunday’s template now… see yers in a bit, providing I stay awake,  Making so many errors and mistakes. Grumph!

And it’s still pouring down with rain!

The nosh was prepared and served up.

6Sat07The rice, mushrooms, tomatoes, and franks with the seasoning, went down a treat! Flavour-Rating 8.2/10.

Washed the pots, and got settled into the Xyrophobia-suffering, con-man, flat-breaker, crook, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, in hopes of getting some sleep.

But it was just the same as the previous few nights. Nod-off, wake, pass wind, Nod-off, wake, burp, released wind, nod-off, have a wee-wee, fall over the arm of the…

Evening all!

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