I decided, in a dream, I had yesternight, Depression, I’ll resist, beat and outfight, I must be strong, determined, not contrite, I’ll be honest with myself, not like a Blairite, My approach, will-power, must be definite! I’ll have courage, like a brave medieval Knight, And continue to show my vigour and fight, Although my confidence may be finite, This misery, I will surely try to expedite, I must give this depression, no respite, Ridding myself of this soul-destroying plight, Who knows if I can, I just possibly might? Then hopefully, I’ll get some sleep tonight, And for supper, I can have some toasted Marmite!
Created during an aberrant spell of semi-confidence.
No Brexiteers were harmed during the production of this waffle!
00:10hrs: Woke, throne needed, struggled out of the recliner to the wet room. Things went a little easier today, but still messy. Little bleeding. No toe stubbing. But I managed to give the humerus and ulnar nerves a clouting on the corner of the door frame, as I came out of the door. When I temporarily lost control of the walking stick. It was the least I could do. After all, the ailments were being so kind to me this morning! Hehehe!
I was in an anxious mood when I got to the kitchen. I usually am when I get up to find the ailments in a calm mode with me. I know it can’t last, and if they do carry on being placid for a while, there is always an Accifauxpa, calamity or disaster to fill the vacuum. Every time! Hence, my nervosity, jitteriness and disquiet. I’m not being quixotic.
I got the kettle on, then decided to get the vegetables prepared, to marinate in the seasoning in the crockpot. I tried to recall the seasoning I used last week. Beef stock, hickory, and Sharwoods black bean sauce. I’ve not many tins of garden peas left now, so I’ll miss them off this time. No mushrooms to use either. Dangwangles!
Parsnips, turnips, onion, carrots and leeks were cut up and added to the sauces and left in the slow-cooker pot to soak in the flavouring for a few hours. I mustn’t forget to turn it on later!
Then the second-summoning to the Throne arrived. No messing about, the rumbling and grumbling from the innard soon turned to involuntary movement taking place!
I got to the toilet with seconds to spare! The intestines were in control of all activity, I played no part at all, well, other than a little pushing to get the last of the product out! Messy again. More bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids too. However, Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding!
A good wash up again, me and the wet room. Antisepticated contact points. Back to the kitchen, I limped, with the bum a bit sorer. Haha!
Took the medications, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and onto the computer. Got the updating of the Sunday post done, in about three hours. (Smarmy-Mode-Utilised!)
I went on Pinterest and doing this, Saccades-Sandra kicked off. I was almost glad she did. As long as the ailments are satisfied with just the one having a go at me, so am I! But soon got irked, as the eyes were making things difficult for me. I moved onto the TFZer Facebooking. But seeing, reading words was a bind, with Sandra on my case.
I coped better with the WordPress Reading, more prominent lettering on there. Then started this blog off, but didn’t get far… A third summoning to the Porcelain Throne unexpectedly and urgently arrived again!
The pins looked better, though!
Again, it was a close call, but somehow or other I got there in time! Well, at least it was a different style evacuation this time. Down, Sphplurt!, Done! Worra change! Auto-mode throughout! Over in seconds! No real pain from the movement itself, at all! This pleased me at first. But, the blood flowed with a vengeance! I hope, from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. When I applied the cream, I had a job not to cried out loud!
The PPs had to be changed, the rear-end was stinging worse than ever, something awful, and topping it all up, I banged my right elbow against the door edge – Again! I thought about how am I going to get any new supplies of some, any sort of Haemorrhoid cream with the lockdown and isolationing? This was not a good thought! No wonder I’m finding myself to be nigglier, cantankerous, grouchy and prone to gnashing the few teeth I have left, more often, than usual. Tsk!
Back to the computer. A different person. I was getting all het-up again.
But, graphics and templates needed making. But another mug of tea first, and some brekkie methinks. Ah, a Pot Noodle will do, and a few minutes relaxing watching some YouTube while I eat it! Idleness and lack of commitment intruding here methinks?
The pot noodle went down well enough, but the stomach churned a bit afterwards? O pt some Hoisin sauce in with the noodles.
An hour or so into graphicalisationing, I proceeded in an Easterly direction, for yet another Throne visitation! Almost a replica of the last one, but less content. Change of PPs again (Good job I’ve got plenty in hand!), and the bleeding was easier to stop this time. Things are looking up! (Of course, this didn’t last long!) Cleaned again, and back to CorelDrawing.
Another hour passed, and I went to check on the stew, and get the cook in the bag meat on the cook. There is not very much meat in the bag again, but plenty of gravy. I went to make a brew and moved the saucepan so I could get to the kettle easier…
I caught mt thumb on the bottom of the hot saucepan. Hard to believe that I could do something like that, I know. Hehehe! I put some vaseline on it, and it bubbled!
Back to the graphics.
Jenny phoned, if she can get an order into Sainsbury’s, I should send a list of anything I need on Email. How kind and helpful she is to me! ♥ I made a list and sent it.
Later, I thought I might have been a bit cheeky, in putting so many items on the list. I guiltily sent another Email, apologising. The thought of eating the black tomatoes again, got my taste buds flowing. But, of course, the chances are minimal, with the caring, social hoarders out shopping every day, still. Thanks to Jenny again!
A catalogue came through the door for OAPs to order none foods from. Walkers it was.
The phone rang, I didn’t have the hearing aids in, but realised it was the district phlebotomy nurse, telling me she would be calling in the morning, between 09:00 > 11:00hrs. Aha, a blood test at last! Hope I don’t croak-out overnight and miss it.
Back to the graphicalisationing, and the door chime went. It was Josie returning her meal things. She said she really enjoyed it! That cheered me up somewhat.
CorelDrawing again. Went to check on the overcooked meat and veg.
Back on the computer, and all of these ailments kicked off almost together: Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna.
I gave up on computing and got the dinner prepared. Not that I felt hungry any more, Anne and Donald were making sure of that. Worra life!
Email back from Jenny. She is caring and full of compassionateness!
Got to the kitchen and prepared the meal, making something of a mess of it! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, which had been better all day, than they have been for months, started affecting all of the right-side of the body. Usually its either the fingers and hands or right leg. Else the arm and shoulder, but this time the lot got a bashing! That’s a first! Thus, the dropsies were frequent, and I ended up with the green dish broken, and a series of cleaning ups that seemed unending! I persevered and got the stew served up.
By which time the appetite had returned, at the smell and sight of the bowlful of stew I’d cooked! The so-called braised beef in onion gravy just may have weighed 3-4 ounces at most! But, this did not fuss me too much, all the more onion gravy in the bag! Along with my (for once) successfully seasoned and cooked vegetables, they created a meal I gave an overall flavour rating of 9/10, too!
I used some of the bread thins that Jenny had got for me, (She got the beef in gravy as well) to wipe the well-emptied dish! The stomach was contented, the problems of the day disappeared as I limped to the kitchen to wash the pots! Ahh!
I spotted the state of my shirt and jammie-bottoms. The meat, being so minuscule, it left more room for the onion gravy. Most of it appeared to be stuck on my t-shirt, pyjamas or cheeks and chin! Hahaha! Nicodemus and Shaking Shoulder-Shirley were the guilty parties in causing this mess, though!
I washed and cleaned up the gravy and onion splattered body, put the shirt and jammie-bottoms in to soak. (This was another Fauxpas; although I didn’t realise until the morning when I found the clothes in the bucket with washing liquid and no water in it!) Sad, isn’t it?
When I did finally get settled to watch some TV, Law & Order episodes, (they usually send me to sleep at the first set of commercials), I got the feeling that the phone or mobile would go off and wake me.
They didn’t, and I lost sleep again, by waiting for them to ring! Hahaha!