Thursday 19th December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau 19eg Rhagfyr 2019

23:45hrs: I woke in a state of malaise, anxiety and apprehension, not knowing why. Somehow believing I should know? I disentangled my flabby-stomached torso from the £300 second-hand, stuck half-up, half-down recliner. The control buttons were unresponsive again. I was surprised at there being no demand for a wee-wee.

Then the stomach rumbled, and a slight ‘Pwlumph’ from the rear end, (emitting an immediate foully odious aroma) signalled a need of the Porcelain Throne instead. I grabbed the walking stick, got the slippers on and trotted (well, hobbled), to the wet room. I wish I’d had time to take the camera with me now. As I was settling on the raised seat, I opened the dressing gown at the same time. Lost my balance and proceeded to knock the following (there may have been more) items off of the floor cabinet: Body spray, Germoloid tube, the Pimecrolimus bottle, the Daktacort cream,

+the crossword book and pencil, the toilet spray, spare roll, and something little that fell down the back, that I have yet to find. Humph!

I carried out evacuation; which went well, apart from a fair bit of bleeding. And set to picking up the dislodged items. I noticed the bruises on my leg from last night’s rather vicious Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance, but they were not bad at all. One behind and one in front as best I could tell. Then I got the camera to take a  shot of it. Otherwise, the legs looked much better than of late. In fact, looking now closer at the front mark, it may not be a bruise at all, looks more like a Clopidogrel papule to me. But I could be wrong, I sometimes am, well quite often… okay, I’m usually wrong!

Washed up, and to the kitchen. Got the kettle on then took this ‘Aperture Priority’ photo of the view outside.

I had a few moments of reflection but had to cut it short. I started off musing in a decent sort of semi-contended fashion, but things soon turned to my many failings, misinterpretations, mistakes, misjudgements, misconceptions and a mood of morosity maddeningly meandered into my mind.

I took the medications, and started updating the Wednesday blog, and:

Jerky and freezing now and again, but at least it didn’t (or hasn’t yet) gone off. A rarity that! Well done Mike Fries (Incapable, uncaring, overpaid, Git!)

After several hours, a lot of photos and the route map had to be sorted, I got the updating finished! Hurrah! The neurotransmitters were not too bad this morning, so typing was less of an ordeal. But the old concentration was not so good. So I took a break, made some tea and nibbled a few lumps of the Galaxy darker chocolate. Odd, but I do not like the Cadbury darker chocolate, but do the Galaxy?

Once again, as I sat looking at the computer screen but not doing anything on it, the thoughts began to turn to the not nice things in my life. So I launched into putting some pictures on Pinterest, and then onto the WordPress Reader. Well worth a couple of hours, entertainment time.

Then I went on the TFZer Facebooking. By golly, that took me some time to catch up on, but I enjoyed every moment of it!

I’ll make a brew, have rest, and get on with making some more graphics to use later. There’s no rest, is there! Haha!

Gotten Himmel! That took me hours and hours, and I only got the Days and Thoughts done! No page toppers at all! And I was drained!

Still,  time for the nosh now. I had cheesy potatoes, garden peas, and maple pork steaks. (In the morning, I found the damned photograph of the plate, had drifted off into the ether. I hate that!) But the shot I took at the same time of outside, was there on the SD?

I got the pots washed, then did the handwashing, wrung and hung to dry.

Ensconced my short, stubby but plump, wobbly body in the recliner, to try and watch Jurrasic Park 2 on DVD. I soon got bored with the glibness, and turned to the TV, and fell into slumber.