Inchcockski (In Brief) – Sat 8th Feb 2020: I ended up absquatulating from reality, today! Mmm?

Saturday 8th February 2020

Romanian: Sâmbătă, 8 Februarie 2020

01:30hrs: I woke to the blasting noise of the ‘Hum’, involuntarily passed wind, in somehow, with difficulty, hastened bumblingly to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. Only barely arriving in time again!

This was one of the more painful varieties of evacuation. Auto-starting and the movement flowed, well crept so slowly and hurtfully, but there was no forcing or stopping it! One had to just sit there writhing in agony until it was over! And believe me, it felt like hours before it did so! Probably just a couple of minutes, though. I go into detail, as a warning to younger folk, get your Pancreas (the whole system really) checked at the first signs of struggling or blood! I didn’t, so more fool me, too late now! But not for you whippersnappers out there! Please!

We Apologise for the interrupted broadcast – Normal Inchcock Service is now Resumed!

Very messy, I needed a lot of cleaning and medication afterwards, but this is all to be expected nowadays. Off to the kitchen, to get the kettle on, important things first. Haha! I took the medications, then made the brew, Glenghettie Gold, an absolutely fantastic first cup of the day brew! I took a snap from the window of the morning view.

On with the updating of the Friday post. All done for 06:00hrs. I made a start on this blog, which took hours to get to this stage. Yes, Saccades Sandra and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley were both playing me up. Tsk!

I stopped to have some brekkers. I considered delving into the giant pot of luxury Sicilian Lemon layered yoghourt.  (Rich British Cream and a zesty Sicilian lemon compote!)  but I resisted this time. Although it was a close call, I almost weakened! (Wish I had, now!)

I opted for some Crunchy Nut flakes instead. I enjoyed them immensely, with no guilt showing up whatsoever! Washed the dish and cutlery, and was feeling tired now. But all my concentration would be needed now!

Then a right big marathon session on the WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebooking. (In between wee-weeing and making mugs of tea. Har-har!) This took me five hours! Almost time to get my head down!

I had to go on CorelDraw then, to make up some graphic headers to use. More time lost, but I did enjoy doing it. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Another pleasurable, but time-consuming exercise! Midway through the graphicationalisationing, I took some shots of the sky, when I went to make a mug of tea.

Back to the computer, but things were not good with SAccades-Sandra. I didn’t lose any vision entirely, like yesterday, but focussing was too much of a hassle. So, I gave up, turned everything off, and checked to see if anything was on the Gogglebox worth watching. And there was!

I got a quick nosh prepared. Got some McCains chips in the oven. Mini pork and pickle pork pies on the plate. Made up some Dagwood style wholemeal roll type sarnies, buttered with sliced tomatoes, and got the chips (fries) added.

Delicious! Wish I put more chips in the oven now. Hehe! A flavour rating of 7.4/10!

I got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, rescued from the tip, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, for safe-keeping! (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, eight-months later).

The TV viewing was interrupted severely, by my constant going into either a Thought-Storm, my acquisition of a new to me, ‘Blankness’ where I imagined what could have been, and regretted what had been, or having a few minutes kip very occasionally.

I sort of ended staring blankly at the TV screen, but the brain was not interested, it would sooner drift off into thoughts of failures, mistakes, errors and sillyosities I had committed over the years. Sleep was not an option, and I had no choice but to listen to my own mind, as it waffled on to me…

Horrible, almost sleepless night again.

Help!

Oh, I don’t know though, losing one’s marbles seems to suit me. It’s not as bad as I feared.