Inchcocksi: Tuesday 18th February 2020: Stuck indoors day again! Blumphumerations!

2020 Feb 18

2020 tttFeb18

Tuesday 18th February 2020

Bulgarian: Вторник, 18 февруари 2020 г.

00 Feb 18

01:45hrs: I stirred, wriggled and stretched the body a little, to test out the ailments that were on duty this morning, and had a blank moment or two, while I waited for the brain to catch up with me. Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna let themselves be known first. Terence Toothache was not as bad as he had been.

When I eventually tackled extracting the Mr Blobby body from the £300, second-hand recliner and rose to my feet, caught my balance and grabbed the stick, Arthur Itis joined in the ‘Lets-Give-Inchcock-Some-Pain’ regiment! But he was not in a foul mood, but I still could have done without his input!

As I was making my way, nice and steadily hobbling to the wet room for a wee-wee, the arrival of the morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne caused me to increase speed a little. I needn’t have bothered rushing. Another marathon sit-and-wait session. I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna later, had a go at the crosswording, picked my nose, and lethargically pondered on my past errors and failures…

WDP 1Lda

wd 60.25.0 2 Then, a sign of movement! I tensed and tentatively waited for the pain to start… Sure enough, it did! Slowly as progress was very slowly made, the pain increased. The relief when things that had no control from me, finally ended, with a loud, splashing kerplunk, was blessed! I almost felt the need to check if my torso had been split in half! Hehehe! On the bright side, it was not messy, and there was no bleeding at all! But the agony!

Washed and off to the kitchen, where the loathsome susurration-like ‘Hum’ was worse than ever!

WDP 1R2Tue01wd 60.25.0 2 I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the brew and an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance emanated from the right leg. It was a good un! But, with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick and clinging to the cooker, I managed to stay upright! A few minutes later, it was as if nothing had happened. I did clout my ankle against the cupboard during the cross between the hokey-cokey and an ice-skating routine. While the leg flailed to its heart’s content.

wd 60.25.0 2 I’ve not suffered one of these for a while, and I am not too keen on doing so again! But no histrionics, the Mary Potter Treatment Centre Doctor, told me I will have to cope with the Peripheral Neuropathy, cause they can do nothing to cure it, dying nerve-ends cannot be mended. But they can help me with dealing with it. (That was ten months ago, I’m still waiting for the promised follow-up appointment!) Ah, well! So be it, it is what it is, that’s how the cookie crumbled, c’est la vie, and a part of my natural, normal, disaster-prone life, fortune and luck. Yuppity, Amen!

I moved yesterday’s handwashing onto the airers.

2Tue11

Then tackled the updating of the Monday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters in the fingers were doing better now, and this, along with my doing a lot of downloading last night, helped me complete the blog in short time.

WDP 1L wd 60.25.0 2 Out of the blue, the need for a Porcelain Throne, Mark 2 suddenly presented itself. It only seemed like a few minutes since the first one (that was because the pain still lingered from it, I suppose!) Off hastily as I could manage to the wet room. Relly cut it fine, and this time the movement started as I got on the Throne! Totally out of my control again. The evacuation ground its way out, but a lot quicker this time. And the blood flowed with it. Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

Still, I was in much better shape afterwards, this time. A cleaning and medicalisationing session, and back to the blogging. Which was soon finished and posted off. I went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking.

I think that Nurse Christina should be coming today. And I have a Morrison order due twixt 06;00 > 07:00hrs, so the ablutions will have to be tended to next.

2Tue12Well, the ablutionalisationing session went surprisingly well, up to when I was drying off and started the medicating. Dropsies, wait for it… three! Yee-ha! The razors I bought from the pound shop worked well enough. All in all, up to here, a grand even enjoyable scrub-up! I put the wrong (short) socks on, but with the battle of the sock-glide going so well, I didn’t risk changing into the new long ones. Oh, no!

WDP 13Lwd 60.25.0 2 I suppose I was overconfident with the other things going so well, cause I applied the Daktacort antifungal miconazole nitrate) corticosteroid hydrocortisone cream – that should be used for Little Inchies fungal lesion, to Harold’s Haemorrhoids! The best I can say, is it stung a lot more than usual, and this is when I realised what I’d done! A minor panic-flap took place, as I did my bestest to get it back out and off! I managed it though, but it gave a new meaning to the words ‘Hot Pants!’ Snortle, Chuckle, Snigger!

I made a brew of the Glenghettie Gold tea. The ‘Hum’ ever-present, the toothache still not too bad at all. It was very worrying!

wd 60.25.0 2 I took four photographs of roughly the same view from the unwanted, dangerous, light & view-blocking thick-framed kitchen window. I took each one in a different setting. But, being the Morosoph I am, by the time I got to put the photos on here, I’d completely forgotten which were which. I used, Auto, Night Landscape, Landscape and Aperture Priority, which sorting out which was which, was beyond me. (Al indeed, a lot of things are nowadays!)

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2Tue13I about to make a start on a page-top graphic on CorelDraw and changed my mind. (Fancy that!)

I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung instead! Made the usual bit of a mess with spilling the water again. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failing me. I wondered at this time if the dying nerve ends are helping 2Tue14me to cope more easily with this toothache?

Back on the computer, and the intercom rang out! It was my Morrison delivery. The pleasant chap put the bags into the hallway for me, I took them through to the kitchen one at a time. Better safe than sorry!

2Tue15wd 60.25.0 2 A big order this one was. I put away the few tins packet and washing things, and unloaded the fresh food onto the counter so that I could check them out for dates and staleness. I’m uncertain whether I actually meant to order all this stuff. Two bottles of milk? Three ready-made Chicken Risotto meals? Although, later they were found to be 50p less each if I bought three of them. The dirty-great size of the three Spare Rib pot noodles was a bargain – 50p each! I’d overdone the desserts too! But Josie is always prepared to help me out and eat some. Haha! Looks like the risotto for tonight, I can try using the rice cooker and make some extra to top it up, that is if I can find the instruction booklet.

wd 60.25.0 2 The drilling, knocking and buzzing from the Fire Sprinkler lads in the hallway, has at least taken my thoughts away from the blasted ‘Hum.’

wd 60.25.0 2 I made a brew and started on the CorelDraw creating at last. Minutes into it, and the intercom chimed and lit-up again. It was the male phlebotomy nurse, come to take my blood for the Warfarin INR testing. He was a serious young man. I told him about and showed him the picture that Tim Hancock had sent for me of her. I mentioned how kind it was of him, and the brilliant idea of using it in a solid frame! The lad showed some interest in the frame too. But, not enough to crack a smile, I failed in that mission. He got the blood taken professionally, and was soon off to his next patient.

I moped for a while, about not getting Christina. But I had the photo to look at! Thanks, Tim!

I updated this blog, then made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time.

I spent hours and hours and hours… well a very long time, trying to get some graphicalisationing done. But it was a laborious heuristic job, with the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters failing so often, thus creating more errors than Saccades-Sandra was doing, and she was making plenty, I can tell yers. A slightly depressed and frustrated mode adopted. 

2Tue30Eventually, tired and brain-drained, I got the nosh prepared. I did some white Patna rice, and some ‘quick-cook BBQ flavoured as the white rice cooking came to an end, I added some Hoisin sauce to that one. The cardboard pieces, oh, no… I mean chicken pieces were the most tasteless I’ve ever had. But the rice and risotto was excellent tasting. As were the small tomatoes, lemon curd yoghourt, and the Milk Roll bread. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.

Just in case the delivery arrived, I stayed up late doing some graphics. Well, I say doing them, not many got done. It was so frustrating, I gave up, and found some TV programs with subtitles on to watch. Law & Order had two consecutive episodes on channel 21.

wd 60.25.0 2 This way I could watch without using the headphones, which would have prevented me from hearing the door chimes or intercom when the delivery arrives, which it didn’t, of course.

wd 60.25.0 2 I nodded-off and woke before midnight. Went to see if any notes had been put through the door form any missed delivery personage. Nope! 

I made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) for an SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style -Wee-wee. I decided to stay up, and got the kettle on.

Worra life!

12 thoughts on “Inchcocksi: Tuesday 18th February 2020: Stuck indoors day again! Blumphumerations!

  1. Nice shots of the lights of Nottingham. Dig the man-vampire tell you why he was there instead of Christina? I hope she’s not sick? That’s quite a haul you got delivered. Looks like I well prepared meal.

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    • The man-vamp, said he was going to see her later on, and would tell her about the photo, so maybe she’s jsut been moved onto a different route, Tim?
      Nice rice, lousy chicken, but the it didn’t matter, the cicken a outwardly did splatter, the rice was still nice! Haha!
      Cheers, Tim.

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  2. I need to eat more rice. I always think it is too much bother to fix, yet it isn’t, really. It’s a nice way to use vegetables or small amounts of tasteless chicken. LOL! Thank goodness for sauces, eh?!

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    • Spot on Doug. BBQ, Hosdin, black bean, alll come in handy, mate!
      Not feeling too good at the moment. I’ll get something to eart, that might help, or not! Hehehe!
      Taketh care, and give the lads a bit of fuss from me please.

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