Thursday 23rd January 2020
Croatian: Četvrtak, 23. Siječnja 2020 Godine
00:00hrs: Not a good night. I may have been a little excited about getting out, and meeting all the residents in Sherwood, being insulted by Frank, nearly spoken to by Welsh William, told off by Jenny (but she does it so perfectly. Bless her!), and the bank visit farce. But getting and staying asleep, was again tricky. I spent the night waking every few minutes, at least it felt like that. I think I woke up more tired than I went to bed! When I say bed, I mean the chair. The £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. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. As he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. Hehe!
It soon came to mind, that I needed to get yesterdays diary updated and a lot of photographs to be sorted first. Then, the Porcelain Throne Alarm arrived from the innards. I got out of the recliner with relative ease, apart from Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra and Anne Gyna, all being calm for me.
I got the computer going, it was already 02:00hrs, and I’ve a lot of computerisationing to do today. A day indoors again! I got this blog started, and had to make-up the graphics first, hence the long-slog, I must get some done in advance (Graphics). Ah, the blogger’s life, it ain’t easy, and even worse when the blogger is a senile, pain suffering, uneducated ailment-ridden, old dimwit!
Life can be adiaphorous, worrying, testing and pointless all at the same time. Still, I’ve got plenty of painkillers and Gleghettie tea bags in stock.
I began to update the Wednesday post. And it wasn’t finished until gone 08:00hrs. Honestly!
I put some photographs and made a mug of tea. Dizzy Dennis kicked of again.
It’s 10:30 hrs already! I did a template ready. Then went of the TFZer Facebook. Then onto the WordPress reader.
The accompaniment of the Drilling and knocking from the Fire-Sprinkler installations chappies kept me entertained. I had a look outside at the weather. Not good!
I made a start on this diary at long last. The attentions of Dizzy Dennis were not helping me to concentrate.
Around 13:00hrs, the wearies came on, but oddly the dizzies sort of took my mind off of feeling to worn-out. I got caught up to here around 13:50hrs and decided I just have to try at least, to get some graphics done. So, back on to CorelDrawing!
Cleaned the glasses, and had another of the trickling super-elongated wee-wees.
Then to the computer, and the landline phone flashed. It was the Doctor’s surgery, to change the dosages again for the Warfarin. I thanked the lady for advising me and sat there looking at the computer, musing. ‘Well, I might be dead according to the delivery man… I can’t for the life of me remember how many Warfarins I took last night! Dizzy and Shaun were still playing with me. My fatigue was increasing. The drilling and banging was a comfort, though, I knew I was still alive every time they made me jump! I was not capable of doing the planned graphics, though. I turned off CorelDraw and got the oven on to bake the fish in.
Then felt all guilty for some reason, thinking at least I could do a couple of Thoughts or Detox Month ones. Then got CorelDraw back on. Being the hesitater, vacillator, waverer and great procrastinate I am, makes this understandable! I suppose?
I couldn’t concentrate though, gave up again.
I had a checked on the internet and found this
I sat musing, which turned to worrying, then tried the TV again. Aha! The background noise had gone off, and eventually, the pixellating got far less.
I then wondered what I was doing anyway! I wasn’t going to be able to stay awake even if it all came good again. O chose a channel with sub-titles and fell asleep…
A dream, no, a nightmare storm ensued.
Looked like quite a foggy morning. Or did it last the day? Getting sleep can be tricky. You put together a nicely arranged meal. Too bad you were too worn out to fully enjoy it.
I’ve got think up a name for feeling shattered, or tired or weary… weary William? No I don’t like that. Hehe!
The fog yesterday kept coming doen and going again?
I just hope the ‘things’from Amazon arrive early, or sleep will be even harder, they say it will arrive before nine for one, and ten for the other two.
I know, I’ll the sl;eeping bag out, and get my head downi nthe flat doorway, then when theyh come, they can fall over me and wake me up! Har-har!
TTFNski, Sir. Thanks.
Life can be adiaphorous, worrying, testing and pointless all at the same time. Still, I’ve got plenty of painkillers and Gleghettie tea bags in stock.
Such is truth. Recognizing the essential absurdity of life is quite a valuable lesson, as the tale of the 1968 recliner and the ne’er-do-well brother-in-law. 🙂
The only thing certain is the unexpected.
Glad you and Tim are on the same level as Mugwunf here, humourwise, Bill. Haha!
A gruelling day, and I have no soup in stock! (Sorry)
TTFN