Sunday 24th November 2019
German: Sonntag, 24 November 2019
01:05hrs: I woke, and lay there with uhtceare-ridden fears, worries, and neurasthenia rampant in the turmoil of mentally-handicapping thoughts, ideas, and frustrations blasting away in my mind. A definite reluctance to galvanise my body by getting up and a desire to stay hibernating in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner lingered. Despite my having already enjoyed about five-hours of kip?
I fought the horrible fears and dysania for ages, having silent conversations with myself, on the merits of getting up, versus those of going back to sleep! This ended with me in a state of dysphoria, but the need for a wee-wee arrived, and eventually, begrudgingly, I rose out of the palace-of-peace (recliner).
I got myself in a tangle with the headphones I’d forgot I was wearing, rose gingerly and caught my balance. I got my four-pronged stick and went to the up-until-now, unused GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to relieve myself. I was caught out by the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) wee-wee that followed! At least it was painless!
The annoying, droning ever-present ‘Hum’ was still with me, all around and very loud again. A Wikipedia link here to this problem: ‘The Hum’. No solutions, though. It’s a World-Wide phenomenon, it seems. Being as it has only recently come to light, I reckon it might be an after-shock of a planet exploding, going into a black hole, or someone has left the House of Commons Cabinet door open! Hehehe!
Off to the kitchen, it was still raining outside. I took the morning medications, jiggled the handwashing on the airers, and made a fine-strong mug of Thompson tea.
I was perking up a bit now, and the gloominess of the earlier mind-blasting was getting less bothersome. I wish I could say the same for the louder than ever mysterious ‘Hum’. Grumph!
As I was about to go and get the computer going, a sudden and urgent need of the Porcelain Throne arrived! I delayed not, put the tea down, and for once with aplomb, used the four-pronged walking stick to hasten to the wet room without any trips or accifauxpas! Things activated the moment my bottom hit the plastic seat. Oh dear! Disagreeably yukky, messy, and a lot of it! Cleaning the furnishings and myself up after the event took me ages, and a bad back too!
By the time I got sorted out and back to the computer, the tea had gone cold. Huh! I left it though and got on with perusing the WordPress Reader, then moved on to updating the Saturday Inchcock Today. Although not many photographs to put on, this still took me an inordinately long time to get done. Fingertip insensitivity to touch being the cause.
Three hours, and four-wee-wees later, I got it finished. Phewski!
Then went of TFZer Facebooking.
Started an idea for a Political funny graphic. Got it done and posted off! Minced Boris
I got some biscuits and made a brew.
The next thing to do, off to for the ablutions to do! Haha!
By gum, that went well! No toothbrush cuts or shaving cuts. No Sock-Glide struggle (I didn’t put any socks on!), a few dropsies, but you can’t have everything! Got dressed, and made sure the oven was heated up for Josie’s smoked haddock later and put the SoulFood veg chilli in the saucepan ready for warming up.
I found some mail had been delivered. One was bumpf, the other from the CityCare Medicine Team. They have made an appointment to come ad see me on Thursday 28th November, at the same time as my podiatrist’s appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre Clinic! Am I lucky or what? Now I have got to bother someone who will not want worrying, to ring them for me to see if it can be changed! Grumph!
I took two photographs of the misty, cold looking morning, well lunchtime.
Then set to getting Josie’s nosh prepared. I do hope she is there this week, and not forgot about the meal again. I think she’ll remember, cause I spoke to her when I got off of the bus the other day, so it might remind the gal. I understand perfectly how she forgets things. I’m a bit of a chronically lousy rememberer, overlooker, scatterbrain and memory-challenged chap, myself!
I managed with little effort, to burn my arm on the rack as I was taking out the smoked haddock from the oven. I got Josie’s meal arranged and on the wheeled server. Mini-tomatoes sliced and salted, seaweed crispies, tuna in brine with mayonnaise mixed in, gherkin slices, cheesy potatoes and a portion of smoked haddock. A Jack Daniel treat and some mint chocolates for afters. Served it to her flat door, and she answered my bell pushing, all ready for her nosh. We had a quick chinwag, and I wished her Bon Appétit!
Back to the flat. I got the cooking things cleaned up. I did a little more TFZer Facebooking and then started to make my own nosh. Which was far less complicated, and needed only one saucepan and one dish to serve the vegetable chilli in. I added two of the mint choc-cakes for afters and a carton of fresh orange juice.
Unfortunately, when I’d cleaned the saucepan and cutlery used and settled into the second-hand, c1968 recliner to dine, the chilli-fodder was just too hot for me to handle and cope with! I’d had this ready-made meal a few times before, and it was perfect for me then, not too hot. And, I’d added some black bean sauce and sliced tomatoes, just the same as previous times, but the first spoonful was like a flame going down the throat! Eurgh! Never again will try this, too dangerous! I think if I had eaten it, I would have been poorly, in a bad way.
So it got thrown away, I put the bowl of it in the sink, put the sink plug in and ran the cold water over it. Then removed all the bits by hand, so they did not go down the drain, and put them in a bag, which went into two more bags, so it didn’t leak and put it ready to go to the waste chute in the morning.
Then had a devil of a job getting the red stains off of the sink! (What would have happened in my stomach if I had eaten it? Shudder!) Bleach and Flash were not doing the job! I tried some drain cleaner, and that got it off! A goof rinsing, and a prayer that it will come out all blotchy and faded afterwards. And the liquid got on the burn marks on the arm; I didn’t-half-jump! Hahaha!
I did the handwashing, got it washed, wrung and hung!
Settled into the rickety recliner, put the TV on, and waited for sleep to arrive. Three hours later, I was still waiting…