Tuesday 14th April 2020

Malay: Selasa 14 April 2020

 02:35hrs: As I stirred, thoughts of my pathetic, wretched, feeble amnesiac moment last night, and the ensuing flood, was grinding away at my brain and giving the stomach a taste of bile and acid.

I felt no self-pity for the physical pains I found myself in this morning, most of them were from the hours of cleaning up the bathroom, well, wetroom, and all the bending, the tumbles I took doing it, and all with the knowledge that it was, after all, my own fault! I hope and pray the person below has not got much of a mess.

I fumbled out of the £300, second-hand, none-operational, rickety recliner, to the wet room for a wee. Discovering on the slow, careful, unbalanced hobbling to get there, on arrival, that boy, it was still a mess, after hours of doing my best to sort things out last night and into this morning. I had to set too again!

On near completion, I bent down to pick up the shower chair – and hit my cheek on edge of the lethal, cruel, cursed sock-glide, lurking ready to pounce on the seat! I quietly muttered a few oaths and curses!

Then I laughed gaily and started to sing ♫I’ve Got the Whole World in my Hands…♫ This is a factless-fiction, and a fib here, sorry!

Hahaha! I swear I heard mechanical laughter coming from somewhere! I was a walking example, (well, hobbling) of mental and physical inabilities and deformities.

I did resist grabbing hold of the glide and misshaping and twisting, contorting it, though. I realised I will need it later, the state Arthur Itis’s knees, Back-Pain-Brenda and the feet are in after all the bending down I’d just done, it would be an impossibility to get the hosiery on by hand, these knees, the back and Anne Gynas input would never let me. Oh, and I had to use Drain-Unblocker, two-bottles, get the last of the stagnant water, I’d missed last night to go down! Unblocker, all gone now, what chance of any being on sale for delivery?

Well, I’ve got sod-all done other than trying to correct my mega-Whoopsiedangle up to now. I considered having an antejentacular feast of some mini-cheddars. But as I regained a semi-perpendicular position, the humungous, wobbling stomach, plopped and bounced, and nearly had me over again! So, I desisted from picking at the Branston pickled nibbles. (A smidge of will-power there, did you see that?, Haha!)

I made up two more black bags of rubbish, and took them along with the five from yesterday, out and to the waste chute. Another Accifauxpas, after the struggle to carry the bags and walking stick to get there, I got in the room, okay but the first bag got trapped, stuck half-way. Trying to free the bloody free, I used the walking stick to reach to encourage it to disappear down the chute. As it plopped through, a smile nearly came on my face… but Peripheral Pete decided this would be an excellent time for him to activate the right leg, into a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing routine! Frogglemoths!

Not having the stick, which was still stuck down the shaft at the time. As soon as the ten-second imitation of a cross between the Waltz and the Okey-Coky stopped, I fell in a heap on the floor. Serendipitously, all the other bags were on the deck, for me to land on! And without any pain much at all! Which thinking about it, meant that Nicodemus’s Neurotramitter nerve ends, were not on-line, else I would have felt something other than just a jolt. Of course, sometimes the message does get to the brain, but later, so I’m hoping for the best, but pleased about it at the time.

Getting back on my feet was not easy, nothing in the room other than the chute-poster lid was solid enough to be of use to me. But I retrieved the stick while still on the floor, and got myself perpendicularish, and loaded the rest of the bags, one by one. I actually felt a smidge proud as I hobbled back to the flat.

Back in the apartment, I realised how long I’d been up, and still not made astart on the blog updating! So, I took the medications, I left the antisepticating, creaming and oilings until ablution time. Once I got the computer going, the gang of Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, and Nicodemus were all kind to me, and progress was, for once, made with relative ease. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, and Hernia Henry were all in an opposing frame of mind with me, and the pains flowed consistently. But, that is to be expected, with last night and this morning’s physical jerks with the flood damage limitationing. But straight pain, I can handle better than most, and work with it to a limit. The nerve-ends dying and unaccountable on-off mode, and the depressions that get to me more. So, I was pleased with how things went today, on the updating. Got it emailed, and sent off to the WordPress site.

I thought I’d try again to get an Iceland order in. Nope, but I got one in last week after seeing these similar slot graphs, so I’ll have another go later.

Send bits to Pinterest, then on the TFZer site for a good while, well over an hour.

I called Jenny on the phone, to ask if it was alright for me to take the bits up for her and Frank, and leave then outside her door and ring the bell. I got the okay. She said she would leave a note for me, to give the taxi driver in the morning, in case Stuttering Stephanie was making things awkward for me. That’s kind of her, bless her cotton socks. I think she’ll like the stuff this time, and if not, there is no one better at making sure the fodder goes to a worthy cause, so either way someone will benefit who deserves it. She will let me know what time the taxi is due in the morning.

I made a start on this blog, better late than never. But after an hour or so, I thought I’d try Iceland again, I really would like to get some more of their own label beefburgers back in stock they are not fatty and taste delicious! This is what they look like. so you know what to look for folks. Mind you, they may not have any in stock. And…

By, Jiminy, I got a message telling me I am in a queue! Grrreat! A couple of minutes later, and I was and giving an order. I only had 30 minutes to get it done, so could not phone Jenny to ask if she wanted anything adding, mind you, I can do that later, I think.

Blimey, they had stuff on offer, 3 for so-much, but were not allowing any more than 2 to be bought! Bleach was limited to one bottle of the one brand they had in stock. They did have some of the beefburgers in – Tadaa! But they had gone up by 85p! Still, they are worth it. I ordered a new brand of chips, called by the name of, ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’? They can cook oven to fried, and they are so cheap at £1, I tried one on the order. They did not have any full cream milk, though, but I’m sure I can manage. The cooked meats and other stuff was one only per order as well. I didn’t order any tomatoes, the last lot from Algeria were like red ball-bearings. So, I’m hoping it all arrives for me.

I nipped down and dropped the bag off at Jenny’s. She’s left a printer typed note for me to hand to the driver, in case Stuttering Stephanie is bothering me.

As I was coming back up,  the lower right leg started to sting, and it felt like I had worms wriggling under the skin? I took a look, and it seemed to me that the Clopidorel effect was returning again. We’ll see if the veins start bursting again. If its the spider or iliac veins, nowt to fret much over. But, it will be another story if Varicose-Veins-Victor’s bleed. Still, no need to panic, even if whatever it is, is tingling and tender at the moment.

I put tomorrows Iceland order on the Google calendar, they will be arriving twixt midday and 14:00hrs tomorrow. So, I should hopefully be back from the bank in plenty of time.

It’s getting very late now, but I need to make some graphics for tomorrows template. I had a quick bash at the WP comments, made a brew, then got on with some graphicationalising.

As I stood up, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, joined moments later by Duodenal Donald in giving me some stick. As I grabbed the stick and started to hobble into the kitchen, the tingling in the right lower leg, turned to proper-pain. I don’t like to brag, but my guess looked like being right for once. The spider and iliac veins were coming through. Plenty of other ailments to guess at for this. Colin Cramps, Clopidogrel Clive, maybe Peripheral Pete.

What next? and my Doctor and Nottingham City homes don’t think I’m an at-risk old man? I’ve flooded the place and my poor neighbours below, too! I’m in agony, bleeding from various orifices and the veins… Never mind. I’ve the bonus of having Jenny keeping an eye on me and helping.

Duodenal Donald was taking control, and I gave up thinking about CorelDrawing when Nicododemus’s nerve-ends started going on strike again. Ah, that’ll be it then. The message about the tumble earlier, must have just got through to the brain?

But not to worry, I’m not at risk. I’d better get the lesion cleaned up and medicated.

I’m a lot betterer off than the poor mites in a 54-bed nursing home in Nottinghamshire, who have had 9 patients die from Corona-19, in the last four days! (Nottingham Post)

I’ll get something to eat then. Canned chilli con carne, haricot beans, added tomato juice and some Hickory.

Lemon Vienesse cakes, apple, and a can of the delicious Clementine drink. Flavour: 7/10

Yet again, sleep was reluctant to come to me. The mixed Thought Storms lasted longer than ever.