Inchcock Today – Tue 7 Jan 2020: Busy-busy, hectic day. The caecity of faith and hope, shattered! Or, not, like?

2020 Jan 07

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Tuesday 7th January 2020

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 7 Januarie 2020

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00:05hrs: I stirred, back in the regular needing the Porcelain Throne mode. Without delay, I cumbersomely removed the misshaped body, with odd-sized legs now, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, scarily putrid beige-coloured recliner, and grappled my way to the wet-room.

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The now messy offending carpet!

WD 80.0.0 Unfortunately, en route, I tripped on the curled up bit of carpet edging, lost my balance, and ended up on the floor, via the electric fireplace and the clothes dryer – and squashing the wooden walking stick in my rib-cage! But nonetheless, the need for the Porcelain Throne prevented any self-pity or rolling around in agony. The fear of an accidental release was too intense for me to mope! I rose like a right-hero (well I thought so), with the assistance of the solid recliner arm, and continued on my way for the evacuation.

A just-in-time job again. However, it went well this time. No bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion, and very few spots from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Plus it happened so quickly, there was little pain as well!

2Tue06WD 80.0.0 Mind you, the tumble had left me with a few aches and pains. Arthur Itis was not happy, and Anne Gyna joined in. A tiny bruise on the hand, (which looked more wrinkled and warped than usual?) The wrist ached, and the rib-cage feeling tender, were the only things that really bothered me. (The headache started later) Hehe!

2Tue01I noticed after cleaning up, that the difference in the size of the legs, was more marked as well. They appeared really odd to me. And much paler than of late, but less pot-marked. I assume the odd mark above the knee was from the earlier Whoopsiedangleplop.

I returned to the front room and sorted the mess I’d made out. But couldn’t get down to level up the carpet. Partly, I think through fear of not getting back up again. When I went over, I had the trepidation then, helping me to rise from the floor. Fear of getting caught short! Ah, well!

I went and took some pictures of the moon before it got away in the clouds. I did them in Auto mode, as Tim recommended.

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WDP 003dWD 80.0.0 I checked on the t-shirt delivery day and found that the ETA had been changed to Thursday. Christ! After all that planning and rearranging, so I could get to visit HRH Sister Jane as well! Well-pissed-off with this! After some investigative site manipulations, I changed the delivery to three days and got away with it, so I changed the calendar. I hope they do not change it again! Swine!

2Tue02

WD 80.0.0m To the kitchen, and made the first brew of the day, Thompsons Punjana. Lovely! Imbibed the medications, and had another rubbing in of the gel session on the knees, ribs and lower back. Then to the computer to get the updating done of yesterday’s blog. Phwert! It took me many hours to get done! So many photographs to sort out, the Ocado order coming, so having to get the ablutions done earlier than usual, and any concentration I had, was all over the place. All combined to make it gone 0900hrs before I got the post finished! Thank heavens the nerve-end were not playing up to much this morning!

And the pathetic wee-wees kept disturbing me and my thought patterns. Gawd, I can’t remember ever needing so many, and they were all of the SHDTBS (Starting-Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) mode. Which on their own were tiring me out! Humph!

2Tue04aI had to stop doing the post, so I could get the ablutions done before the Ocado delivery came. The dropsies were not no worse than normal, only two little cuts shaving.

But the difference in the size of legs (I’ve got two you know? Haha!), was getting ridiculous now! Blimus!

2Tue05I took another shot of them in case the first one had got warped somehow or other. The mark on the knee was a bit tender when I pressed it. So I suspect it is just a welt or bruise coming up.

I went to the kitchen again and made a mug of 2Tue07Glegettie Gold tea. Superb!

The intercom flashed. It was the Ocado delivery arriving. I dug out the carrier bags from the last delivery and took them to the door. The young put the bags inside the front door for me and said something I didn’t catch, he was off.

2Tue08I said a thank you, but I don’t think he heard me properly.

I unloaded the carriers and put the stuff on the counter and serving tray, so I could check them against the email of what was delivered.

Well, doing this was a waste of time for sure!

When I got to the computer, no confirmation email had been sent to me! Oh! That wasn’t nice at all of Ocado!

How am I supposed to know if any substitution were made? Or if any product was on offer or not and I had been charged correctly?

Ah, well, I only use them when I need what I cannot get anywhere else anyway. Such as Glengettie and Glengettie Gold, as well as Thompsons Punjana tea bags.

So, back to the kitchen to put the things away. I found some things I cannot remember ordering? Like the Venison burgers? Something I had never had before or wanted to try really? But, knowing me when I get Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun moments, anything could have happened.

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WDPH01L2The King roasted cheese cashews nuts, must have been expensive? I’ll look up the price of them up on the web. Crickey, I paid £3.30 for 120g of them! How much does that make them for a pound? Never mind, I can’t work that out! But did the Sensory nerve-damaged fingers order them? I don’t think the brain did! Hahaha! No, I meant Soddit! Still, how much was Venison Burgers? Ah, they were half-price at £1.65, I could well have meant to get them then. I downloaded the well-hidden receipt, and found that the Chilli bean, Irish Butter and the smoked ham were all substitutions! Never again, will I trust Ocado; they can go on the list of (worst first) Tesco, Iceland, Ocado, Amazon and Morrisons as the most-rotten apples in the orchard of retailing!

I finally got the Monday blog finished and sent off. Phew!

9:10hrs, I had about the twentieth Wee-wee of the day, and the intercom burst forth again. It was the delectable, desirous, Nurse Christina arriving to take my blood. She also, helped me, by moving the carpet and getting rid of the bulge I fell over, for me. And also, rang the chiropodist and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks and twinkling eyes! She had to rush off, which was sad, and yet understandable. Her assistance was invaluable. Thank you, Christina. ♥

2Tue14I took a shot of the rainy view outside, from the open kitchen window as I made another brew, in between two successive wee-wees!

This can’t go on like this surely?

I got with beginning this blog off.

At about 13:50hrs, I got the stomach-cramps. Why I don’t know. But I was soon beyond working on the computer, as Saccades Sandra started playing me up, and the knees (Not Arthur Itis), the injuries from the fall, and tiredness dawned.

I felt like a gibbering wreck. Not too good at all, but I had to stay awake for the Amazon delivery, Oh, dearie me!

I did check the eta of the delivery 2Tue12for the t-shirt.

It was about 1400hrs now, and I couldn’t really start the meal cooking, and dare not put the TV on for fear of not hearing the intercom. So I turned off the computer, my concentration shot to pieces anyway. Then started some handwashing, and hoped it would arrive soon.

IDSCN1505 went to check the bags ready to take to the waste chute later had not leaked and found the parcel with the t-shirt in it, had been squashed through the letterbox! I had only looked at the tracker minutes ago, so I got the computer back on and looked again, and it said delivered. ‘Posted Through letterbox’!

DSCN1506I opened the package. A most disappointing purchase, dead thin material, no wonder it said quick-drying on it. Tsk! Never mind.

Computer off again, a wee-wee, a wash, and I got around to checking out the venison burgers.

DSCN1507The oven was heated. The mushrooms in the crock-pot and peas and potatoes in the saucepan were turned down to low. I sprayed some oil on the oven dish tray and got the burgers warming up.

Another wee-wee, this time of the annoying SSP (Short-Sprinkly-Painful) type. I had wash next.

DSCN1509After keeping a careful eye on the foods, they came together cooked, and I got the feast onto the plate. Sliced tomato, new potatoes, garden peas, and mushrooms. The two wholemeal baps were a perfect size for me to eat the venison as beefburgers. I liberally dowsed the meal with caramelised onion chutney.

Everything went down well. These venison-DSCN1510burgers at half-price were worth it, but I wouldn’t pay full price for them. Even so, I ate it all up! Hehehe!

A flavour rating of 7/10 given.

I put the pots in the bowl to soak, then moved the handwashing on the airers.

I got down in the £300 second-hand c1968 recliner and had the worst ‘brain-thought-storm’ I’ve had for a long time. A rush, a mangled, disorientating mishmash, a gallimaufry of galling fears, worries, which left me with apprehensiveness and disquietude. And oddly, feeling worn-out and cherophobic?

Which may have unintentionally helped me, to get to sleep?

TTFN.

10 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Tue 7 Jan 2020: Busy-busy, hectic day. The caecity of faith and hope, shattered! Or, not, like?

  1. That was nice of your Vampire to help you out with a few things after bleeding you. Bambi burgers at half price? You huffed and you puffed and you gobbled them all up. A thin, quick-dry see through shit? You might get a few snarky comments if you wear it out in public. It’s probably a good summertime shirt. A brain rush mangled your orientationalizationing did it? I hate it when that happens.

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    • Christina, my precious Angel, the highlight of the day! Bless her.
      The flimsy shirt read on Amazon as if it was for ‘The Outdoor Man’ – humph! I might go skinny-dipping in it in summer… no no.
      The flaming mind-rush was horrible, it’s like I’m not in control… which is right sometimes, I think.
      Got an email from the bank, telling me they’ve sent an email, and it is imperative that I read and respond to it. But I can’t find one. The card is due to be upated in February, I’ll have to find time to go and see them. They are not helpful at the best of times, and goiong out to the bank, will only get me an appointment for a later date, but will I remember? They have no idea what a struggle doing everyday things can be, confusion is my new word of the year! Tsk!
      Cheers, and taketh care.
      .

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  2. I see the Kerrygold butter in your inventoiry. It’s available here in the middle of America at my local grocery store. It costs pretty much the same for two sticks as US butter brands cast for four. One of these days, when i feel like Rockefeller, I just might buy two sticks to see what the hooha is all about! (The advertisements on television show happy Irish cows grazing on incredibly green Irish grass, which, per the voice over, is what makes it worth twice the price! The butter and cheese folks in California advertise along similar lines, showing happy California cows eating grass that isn’t quite as green. Specifying California butter and cheese, the voice over says, is the thing top do because their cows are happy free range cows, not factory cows.) The only butter more expensive is made by Amish in Iowa or something like that. It comes in a lovely solid piece, not cubes, and in a simple wrapper. Presumably their cows are even happier than Irish and California cows, and I bet Iowa grass is twice as nutritious, if not the greenest of all! Iowa, incidentally, has a butter-related claim to fame:

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    • I can see got going over the butter. Hehe! It was a subsitute for what I actually ordered. I tried Herrygold years ago, and didn’t take to it. A bit bland tasting for me.

      I’ve still got some Lurpac in the fridge yet. Tsk! I’ll take it to Sister Jane withj me tomorrow, if I remember. Grumph!

      Not feeling too good taday, so an early night for me. (He say’s full of hope)

      The link isn’t recognised, Doug.

      We used to get US oranges in occasionally yhears ago, but I’ve not seen any for yonks now.

      Uh dear, the shaking’s started again.

      Taketh care, Sir.

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      • That was my fear. I don’t know if it is related to a law you have there that blocks me (well, everyone!) from accessing BBC programming at UK sources or not, or it related to a different television standard. Regardless, the world continues to turn and there will be a sun up tomorrow!

        The store brand at almost a dollar less than the national band I’d buy instead tastes better. It may be because people buy more of it and the product on the shelf is newer. I bet the Kerrygold butter at twice the price must be there to give the store the ambiance of a posh place! LOL!

        Hope you slept well and wake up feeling better put together, Gerry. (With our medical issues, I just hope you – and I – wake up! Ha!)

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      • By goplly, you hit it on the head there Doug! It was a self-proclaimed Posh stoe that substituted it for me, Ocado its called. Of the three stores that share, Waitrose and Sainsbury’s are owned by Royalty. Well worked out, mate!
        I gave the butter to Sister Jane yesterday (Thursday) on my almost crippling visit to her, as part of her Birhtday pressies. Hahaha!
        As for us waking up, thanks a nice thought, that I share!
        Taketh care, Sir.

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