Sunday 26th April 2020
Yiddish: זונטיק דעם 26 סטן אפריל 2020
A right sprinkling and spraying wee-wee it was, a bit of blood from Inchies fungal lesion joined in the drizzle. A good start this, I thought. I’m tired out, irritable. I go for a wee and find the place needed ten-minutes of cleaning up, medicating, and a lot of pain to do it, afterwards! A message of gloom from my EQ lowered what bit of confidence I had.
I needed to pull myself out of the darkness. I tried singing my favourite ‘happier-times’ related songs to myself as I went to the kitchen. But, the sharp stinging from the toe put an end to that idea! Whimper-whinge.
I took the medications, including several swigs of the useless Peptac antacid medicine to calm Duodenal Donald down. Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and got the computer going. I sent an email to Jenny, as I had not heard from her for a while. Which is not surprising, like me, she is busier than before the lockdown, helping and caring for so many people.
On the computer, and worked through updating the Saturday post. Took me a few hours, but it was all done. Published it, then I posted (emailed) off the links. Pinterest, Comments and Facebooking were visited.
Jenny emailed, she has got some bleach for me and will get it to me later, no rush for the money. Wonderful!
Made a template and made a start on this blog. Got it finalised, and then tended to the ablution duties. It was a right mixed bag of luck, this session was!
I had another trickling wee-wee, and as I moved after the session, and got the camera to take a photo of the ankle ulcer (I never did get around to making it):
The dropsies were very few, probably fewer than for weeks if not longer. All I can recall, (Of course I was a little shook-up with the dance and Duodenal Donald stabbing at me) was the soap, razors (3), the towel, and the Germoloid cream tube. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
And the legs Peripheral Neuropathic, Clopidogrel legs, well, knees had changed the expressions on both patellas. Can you make out the shape that I can see in them on the left ones? I could make a competition to find the hidden object with these knees! Hahaha!
I ignored the need to wear socks again, and I threw a verbal sneer at the Sock-Glide (Haha). But, being as I was planning to leave the flat, I thought it best if I put on the PPs, a shirt and some trousers!
Jen rang the bell and dropped-off the bleach for me outside. Grand of her, and it was the lemon-scented one that I like, too! Bless her. ♥
More sorting in the kitchen produced another black bag for the chute. So I took it and called at Josie’s on the way back. No answer.
Updated this diary a while, and then took the now cold meal to Josie’s, for the third time. Aha! A response! She’d been in the shower. We had a natter, and I explained why the meal maybe a little cold. My fault for going too early. She should like the potatoes this time, I’d got some Leicester cheese to use, and thanks to Jenny, some butter to add to them.
Then I got back to the computer and remembered I’d forgotten to take out the Limoncello from the fridge! Back to Josie, and explained. I got a rum look, and she mentioned that I had already given her a pot of orange jelly. IU told her that will keep for any time, I know how much she loves her Limoncello.
And these figures are not including anyone who dies anywhere other than in a hospital.
We’ve a long way to go yet. Confidence in a solution being found is limited
I then prepared my own meal.
I got the pots washed, cleaned a bit of the kitchen floor, but stopped when Duodenal Donald complained.
Spotting these families out in the sunshine on the bottom field, I got the Nikon to record the view. It didn’t particularly cheer me up as it usually would have done. Cause a bit of jealousy came to the fore. How I wish I could still be able to take a walk through the Tree Copse! But, my new disabilities since the stroke, and now the enforced twelve-week imprisonment in the flat, guaranteed my days of ambling, smelling the petrichor and falling over in the Copse, are finished. Tsk!
I got down in the no-longer working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-law Pete, rickety recliner.
A first here, no nod-offs came at all, even with the TV on! No thought-storming! Just a sort of vagueness, and mind wandering without aim or resolution.
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Hosris Sapit
This made me laugh. Thank you.
Hi mate good to know you are still poking along
Bless, yers.
By jimminee cricket, I’m battling along,
Found myself yesterday, singing a song,
But it won’t last for long,
For it’s sounding, the Gong!
The lesion is bleeding strong,
That’ll be another ding-dong!
Thanks petal. ♥
Nice little song it is!
Your legs look a bit spidery on the veins, but nice to see them not so scratched up from the sock-glide. Great looking meals for Josie and yourself.
I fank you, Tim.
Ten-minutes ago, I got my first food parcel.
I can’t open the cans. So, onto Amazon to see if they sell electric ones.
It’s all go, innit!
They probably have all kinds of can openers.
You’re right there.
Coming today, this afternoon or night, Tim. Cheers.
I appreciate reading Inchcock Today and learning about the significance of the small things that suddenly become dauntingly large concerns, such as the growth of toenails. This pandemic brings those matters to our attention and I will pass your words on. Speaking of words, I also much enjoy learning more of the Nottingham language every day — a side benefit as it were. Found this site online and hope it is accurate:
https://www.visit-nottinghamshire.co.uk/blog/read/2017/07/speak-in-nottingham-to-me-a-beginners-guide-to-nottinghams-dialect-b5498
🙂
Up to the neck in it here, Bill.
When I get time, I’ll check the site out, Sir.
Thanks.
No problem, kind Sir. You are already wonderfully fluent in Nottingham, I am the one who needs to study it. My new word is “Clanger” — apparently a synonym of “Accifauxpas.” 🙂