Friday 27th March 2020

Indonesian: Jumat 27 Maret 2020

01:35hrs: By, Jiminee, was I shaking when I woke up? Yes, I was! Not shivering. Just like like Johnny Kidd & the Pirates in 1960, I was certainly, ♫ Shaking all over ♫. Not half! Only this was a version played by “Inchcock & the Ailments!” Hahaha! The only thing not shaking was the right leg. The knee yes, but that is part of the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying. And I dropped the walking stick when I picked it up, Nicodemus’s work again! Nowt to be done about that. Shaking Shoulder-Shirley was busily bashing away at the right scapula and joint. Shaker-Shaun was encouraging the head and neck to jolt about occasionally, too.

Saccades-Sandra had the eyes struggling to focus. Trotsky Terence was already building up the borborygmus in preparation no doubt, for some more rather violent fluffer-doodles and eructations, ready for a rush to Porcelain Throne.

But on the bright side, there were no signs of any sudden involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dancing… I’m not sure why I said that, cause there is never any warning. I’m losing it early today, ain’t I? These right-leg dances can be dangerous, I’ve had a couple of trips to the hospital this year.

 Mind you, no good going now, is it? Coronavirus and all that. No point in pressing the alarm wristlet now, if it does kick-off, and has me on the floor. I’m not cheering myself up at all! Haha!

When I had got to my feet, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards indicated a quick move towards the wet room would be an expedient move!

Considering how I was rushing so as not to get caught out again at the Throne when I spotted the missing box of the Korean seaweed crispies, delivered last night. (They are still there now, I forgot all about them, being hidden behind the chairs, Tsk!)

I considered myself to be a little under the weather with the dizzies etc., but realised after the Throne session, the dizzies weren’t too bad after all!

Gawd, as soon as the ascending colon had rid itself of the material, I was double-up with lower abdomen pains! In a minute or so, they transmuted to just aching nagging surging pains that were well-bearable, though?

Then the cleaning up and medicating of Harolds bleeding haemorrhoids had to be done, during which it became obvious that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking a little too!  had to be tended to as well. That was painful!

Getting the new PPs from the bag, a surge from Dizzy Dennis had me fall towards the wall, I ended up knocking some things off of the floor cabinets. Unfortunately, a glass bottle of the antacid medicine was one of the things that went over…and landed on the foot and toe that I stubbed yesterday! 

Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest! I dried the tears, swore a little, and went the kitchen, to take the morning medications with an extra pain-killer, well two, actually!

The farcical filling of the kettle was caused by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, luckily it was cold water that I ended up spilling over myself and the floor. I got the kettle on the boil, took the medications, made the brew, and took a quiet moment for contemplation.

Should I bother about anything today? It’s been such a crappy start already. If owt else goes wrong, can I cope? As I was pondering, I got the ready-made ear-olive-oil and was putting some in…

The top came off of the tiny plastic bottle! Oil, then ran down my body, jammie bottoms and I don’t quite know-how, but some ended up on the floor…

And I did a whoopsie on it! I managed to stop myself going over, though, but now I have a ricked back to go with all the other ailments to contend with! And a floor to yet again clean! Which set of Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna having a go at me! I’ve always tried to do good and what is morally right, but that doesn’t seem to have me very far!

I didn’t feel sorry for myself, though… Well, yes I did! How can so many things happen all at once? I mean, I know I have not been one of the luckiest people all my life, fair enough, so naturally, I can cope with more than others with pain and botherwise; but my limit is being reached!

Then I started to feel guilty for thinking this way. The past few weeks have seen some wonderful help given me from people.

• The Health centre receptionist, offering to fetch me a toilet roll.
  
• Jenny leaving me a bag of fodder, then adding some things for me to her Iceland order!
• Angela Gould ringing and sending me a pint of milk!
• The lady at Sainsbury’s last week, just two small packs of toilet rolls left on the shelves, and I couldn’t reach for one, too high. The woman asked if I wanted one, and got them down and handed me one! Not many shoppers would do that nowadays!

Thank you all!

It was almost as if I had shamed the ailments! Well, apart from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Saccades Sandra, Trotsky Terence and Shaking Shaun, I was getting some relief from the others. Then I had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, bloody performance. But I did feel better in myself for a while.

I got on with u[dating the Thursday post, not a lot to do, few photos and Shaking-Should-Shirley was easing off more, so it didn’t take too long. Just as well, the time was flashing by.

I got the vegetables in the crockpot, seasoned, gravied (put some hickory in it), and cooking on a low setting.

Then I went on the Pinterest with some snaps, twenty-minutes max. On the WordPress Reader, an hour or so. Then the TFZer Facebooking, I got carried away there, three hours at least! After which, I had to do some page top graphics for tomorrow’s blog.

Oh, dearie me, off to the Porcelain Throne again, Trotsky Terence is busy this morning – come think of, it’s afternoon already!

Then made a start on this post.

I tried to get an order on Morrison.s and Iceland again, but no luck.

Back to CorelDrawing.

Shirley and Shaun kicked off again, and I gave up on the computing all together and got an early nosh prepared, but made a few messes along the way with all the shaking.

On another Porcelain visit, same again, but less product this time. I sat there, pondering over my condition. Just the shaking and dizzies that were bothering today, but they were both persistent in unsettling and discountenancing me! They were very good at it, too. Tsk!

I got the vegetable stew sorted out, and despite my ailments, I enjoyed it a lot. Talking of lot, there was a lot of it as well, but I ate it all!

Spot-on with the seasoning this time. A flavour-rating of 8/10 given.

Getting the washing up done afterwards was so frustrating! I reckon I dropped or spilt more things than I didn’t!

A smidge of despondency dawned, as the fatigue crept in. I turned on the telly, but nothing was sinking in, a vast vagueness overcame me. As if I’d gone into a sort of turn-off mode? Even the regular Thought Storms didn’t bother me, for interest in anything was at a premium… that was until I had to get up and visit the Throne, yet again!

At least this session was not so messy and bloody.

I washed and got settled back in the recliner, and waited on automatic pilot for sleep to come…