Saturday 7th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 7fed Mawrth 2020

01:15hrs: Woke, worried, aflutter and tormented by my not knowing why I felt so distraught in the first place. A cycle of perturbing, solutionless thoughts and problems started to ping-about in my brain.

Good old Bladder-Brian helped out, with the urgent need for a wee-wee. Which proved to be a revealing action.

I fumbled my way out of the second-hand, rickety recliner and with the stick, I went over to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to release the amber-fluid. That thought went a bit flat when it came out almost colourless again. And the container was over half-filled! Not once during the night can I recall getting out of the chair and going to the bucket, not once!

However, with yesterdays big and mini-blanks, I suppose it’s to be expected. Come think of it, when I made a grab for the stick when I rose up, it was not where l usually leave it? This worrying continued for the rest of the day. I fretted over everything, dubious, bad, medical or good! This is something new to the Inchcock psyche. I shall not keep mentioning the paradoxical fretting; unless it is something important. Gawd blimey, I’ve never had this before. I’m a bag of nerves here! As I say, combined with yesterdays blanks, this is enough for me to ring, well, email, for an appointment with the Doctor.

Into the kitchen and got the kettle on. Took the medications (glad to see I had not missed them again!), and the innards sent a message, so off to the Porcelain Throne, I trudged.

As I got sat down, I lost my balance as Arthur Itis suddenly went into Turbo-Mode. You wouldn’t believe how many things I tried to do at the same time; first, stop to evacuation from flowing, grabbed the picker-upperer and tried to use it with some of the kitchen towel to soak up the olive oil that along with so many other things, I’d knocked off of the floor cabinet when I tumbled! Then in between putting the well-oiled towels in the bin and trying again, I rescued some tablets from getting soaked Codeine 30g and Senna packs. Having partly saved the day, but with a lot of cleaning up yet to do, the attention had to return to the evacuation. Which thankfully was a non-messy and not too painful one. Phew!

Washed up and medicated certain body areas in need. Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had not been bleeding, so that was a double-bonus! Then I cleaned up the floor. I reckon it took me an hour, just to get the olive oil dried up, then another ten minutes to get back up off of the floor! This incident didn’t do my spirits or faith any good! Yet, I knew it could have been so much worserer? So, mixed feelings, but still agitated.

Going to make the brew, the mind vacillated again, this time over what to have for my meal today. So many choices, after a harrowingly long time of pondering, I decided on a stew of sorts. I got some mushrooms, peas, peppers and my beloved leeks in the crock-pot. Added just a little sea salt and Chinese vinegar.

By then, the kettle needed boiling again, and I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. Still harangued by not knowing what was bugging me.

I got the computer on and did some graphicalisationing of page top pictures. In fact, this was the best part of the morning for me. I really got carried away with them, and spent far too long at it, hours! But it did stop my fretting over things for a while!

I made a start on the updating of the Friday post. Another few hours have gone! But at least I got it finished eventually. Then went on Pinterest and the TFZers Facebooking.

Then my situation got worse, and my confidence deteriorated, as I made a start on this blog. Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off, and withing seconds of that, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and so many errors and mistakes needed correcting! This got me, and the worrying came more acute, with a renewed vigour!

It was dark later this morning, no sunshine has made its way out yet.

Of to the kitchen to sort the handwashing that was drying, again. I made a mug of Thompson’s tea.

I way in no mood to get back to the computer but had to force myself. I went on the WordPress Reader, then had a look at the comments.

Hours later, I got the mushrooms, sugar-snap peas and leeks in the crock-pot, on a low setting. The plan being, to make some gravy (done), mix it well and add the can of beef and some black bean sauce (Done), then add the veg to it later for a beef stew, of sorts. No potatoes!

CorelDrawing again, until the fatigue set in, but I was feeling better in myself than of late.

I got the handwashing moved, but didn’t do any today. (Idle slob! Hehe!)

I tended the cooking of the stew, like a mother hen, constantly checking stirring and tasting! I added a drop more of the 5% acidity distilled vinegar. Noticing as I did, how Flatulent Frank was becoming more turbulent, and anticipated that another visit to the Throne was on the way. But no, it didn’t develop.

The meal, even without the potatoes, went down well and got a flavour rating of 8/10.

The leeks with the sugar snap peas were a surprisingly good combination.

I put down the tray on the Ottoman and turned on the TV.

What the hell happened afterwards is anyone’s guess! But when I woke up;

• The tray was no longer on the Ottoman. I mussed a moment!
  
• In the kitchen, I found the washing up had been done!
• About four hours had passed since my nodding off!
• The ‘Hum’ had got ridiculously loud.
• And, I  was dressed in my night attire?

Surely Dr Vindla will listen this time when I tell her about these funny (perhaps odd, would be more suitable a word) spells? But then again, maybe it is to be expected. She certainly wasn’t disturbed or concerned when I told her of them a fortnight ago.

Come think of it, it would be grand if I croaked out while having one of these blank-periods, then I wouldn’t know I’d died! Hahaha! Hang-on though, I’ll have to think this through. Hehe!

I took the medications, after gathering up the mixed up blister tray’s tablets and tried to work out which are which. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.

Not long left for sleeping now, just as well I’d nodded-off and got some earlier, cause it was devil of a job trying to again.

Hey-ho!