Sunday 17th May 2020
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02:25hrs: I woke up in a calmish, passive, almost perky mood… but as soon as I tried to move my Goliathly-stomached-sized body; Hoo! The pain from the knees (Arthur Itis), the feet and toes, (Previously stubbed and overgrown nails) made me wince, grimace and feel a bit pathetically self-pitying for myself!
As the brain engaged and joined me, my intentions were to rise from the c1968 recliner, check on the status of the legs and feet, and if okay, to try unlocking the balcony door again. (Why when I’ve failed on at least fifteen attempts! Huh!) But the plans were scuppered when the need for a wee-wee came out of the blue and rather urgently.
No EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) was in sight, so obviously I’d had no summonings for a Wee-wee overnight. So, off to the wet room, realising the time en route, then understood why I’d not required a nocturnal wee-wee, I’d only had four hours head-down time.
What a wee-wee it was! A BOSASA (Blasting Out-Spraying-and-Stopping-Abruptly), mode. Another good start to the day. It took me ages to wipe the over-spray, and mop the floor! Knerlaisations!
Had a wash, changed the PP’s and as I was going to the kitchen, I had to double-back, for a Porcelain Throning Session. That came on a bit sudden as well. If I had got any jammie bottoms on, I wouldn’t have made it in time. As it was, I ripped the new PP’s in my haste to gerrum-off! (Hahaha!)
Well, I should have guessed really, but dare not take the chance: Constipation Konrad, allowed things to move along, and then stopped the works part-way, as if he was taking a rest, then started ages later again, in the slowest, most pain-causing manner possible! This has happened on the first Throne visit for three days now. Oh dearie me, it was worse this time…
The blood had flowed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids in imitation tidal-wave style! I used up the tube of Germoloid and had to start on the new one that Jenny had got for me from Sainsbury’s.
By the time I’d got rewashed, freshened, put the PPs in the sharps box, the feet and toes were giving me, even more, bother, Gawd, they were in a nasty mood!
I was having to talk myself into not losing it, what a start to the day!
I took the medications, poured a glass of watery skimmed milk (Eurgh!), and got on the computer. I needed to make a template for today first. Then got on with updating Saturday’s blog. Sent the Email links. Went on the WP Reader. Then some TFZer and Winthorpe Heights Facebooking.
I went to make a brew and was so careful in taking some photos of the sky, cause the multi-shaded colouring was disappearing as it got lighter. I thought I’d captured some decent shots, to say I was in a rush. Smugly, I got to the computer to download the pictures.
Guess what? I bet you half half-guessed already. I’d left the SD card in the computer! Grobognangles!
I might have lost it and gone out on the balcony, opened the windows and screamed with frustration – but of course, the balcony door lock is broken and not letting me out! Talk about insults to injuries!
I got another mug of the insipid, watery skimmed milk, and with great, genuine intentions of not letting it get to me, I made a start on this post.
I gave up and got the things ready that were needed for Josie’s meal. By the by, there have been no signs of any wee-weeing for ages now? Just thought I’d mention it, like.
Tried the internet again, and things seemed to be working now. I did a check on the Morrison order I had in, a message came up, that the card delivery pass details were not recognised. Yet the same card paid for the last delivery without any bother. I re-set the details. But, I’m always suspicious of things like this. Also, I’m honestly pee’d off with things going wrong today! Checked it a little later, and they have taken-off the £4 delivery charge.I added some bits to it. It’s due Tuesday 26th May. twixt 08:30>09:30hrs. At least, I hope its May, I’ll check it again.
I set to getting the ablutions sorted. Unless it’s my eyesight, Saccades Sandra playing me up, or my imagination, I don’t know, but the pins (legs), certainly looked like they were putting some flesh back on? I wish some blood would start flowing again, though! Hahaha!
I thought yesterdays dropsies were a new record, but his mornings beat them! Those I can recall, cause I had a Dizy Dennis visit when I was showering. Bleach, toothbrush (x2), toothpaste (x2), razors (x4), soap, shower gel (x3), shower-head, Germoloid, Coboterol and Savlon tubes, towel, deodorant spray (2), and After-shave.
Knock overs; Top of the floor cabinet, sock-glide (when moving it, I don’t use it at the moment, until I can get the toes fangs cut).
Shaving cuts (3), gums, teeth and decent bruise from hitting the grab bar when I had the dizzy in the shower.
Silver-Lining-Search Results: But at least No toe-stubbing, Little Inchies fungal lesion no bleeding. Although Harold’s Haemorrhoids did a bit.
Got on with some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Then took some bits down to Jenny’s. I have utter faith in her handing them out to those in need, not greed.
Got Josie’s nosh served up. Smoked haddock, Tuna mixed with Bacon Mayonaisse, garden peas, tomatoes, silverskin onions, and gherkins. A Croatian Granny Smith Apple, mint Yo-yo’s, a limoncello dessert, with a can of G&T. Josie looked a little guilty at accepting it today and wanted to give me something for doing it. Silly sausage! I told her as long as you are happy and like it, give me a smile now and then, that’s all I need!
Putting the photographs on here, I realised that somehow I’d altered the still-pic sizing on the Panasonic, but when it came to trying to change it, I’d forgotten how to do it. I went on the internet and read the instructions. Clear as mud to me. I tried now and then to change it again, but, no luck yet. Hahahaha! “No luck yet?”
Tim Price has been in form with his quips this week by the way. His last three gems had me in tucks! 1) “The upshot of getting big slippers is they shouldn’t bother your Howard Hughes toenails, at least for the time being.” And, 2) “Your toenails are looking nice and gnarly. Like monsters feet, those bad dreams are made of. Your fingers cramp and contort up nice and gnarly, also. You are like a gnarly contortionist of sorts”. Then, 3) “Have I mentioned Cream’s song “Born Under a Bad Sign”? It has a line “If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all! That’s you!” He does come out with ’em! Hehe!
I tried to reset the still-pic size again on the camera. And it looks like it’s gone and reset back to the size I like best. (On the right)
Then, as I was returning the SD card, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed me, and I had a kerfuffle almost juggling with the camera as it bounced up and managed to catch it. Still, I’d hit some control buttons doing the faffling to stop the hand-shaking and save the camera from hitting the deck. So, I took another picture with crossed fingers. Cragwangles! It’s gone back to the old setting now! I was getting all uptight with myself again! I carefully replaced the car in the camera and took yet another shot.
Aha! Milagro! I don’t know exactly how I did it, but I must remember 16:9 is the size I need in future! Just in case Nicodemus, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, or the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, has me in a quandary when I’m using the camera again.
Jenny sent an email, offering to order me some stuff if I am in need on her next home delivery, bless her cotton socks.
Dizzy Dennis, returned. So I got the beefburgers in the oven. Cobs, peas and potatoes all to hand for when the burgers were done. Turned the computer off, and took the evening medications. This is going to be a bad do from Dennis. I’m not sure why I know this.
I’ll get the nosh while its safer to do so. Feeling bit sweaty now too, but can’t open the balcony door, so I stripped of, dangerous when cooking.
Far earlier than usual in the day, I got the meal prepped and served up. Took the meds with it. A reet-treat this one was. A splash of Hoisin sauce on each half a potato.
The only thing that was not up to scratch, surprisingly, was the Iceland beefburgers. They terribly fatty compared to the ones I’ve had before? Hey-ho, it still got a 9/10 from me!
I went to wash the pots, and the sun was still blazing away. There were so many young sun-bathers in the bottom field today, couples strolling hand in hand, dogs walking their owners and I wanted to take some photos of them; but with no access to the balcony, for taking pictures, or escaping in the event of a fire, was impossible. Yet again, I tried to unlock the door, but no chance. Grumbleworthiness in the extreme!
So I took some pictures of the beautiful sky instead.
Sleep would not come again. Not even any nod-offs at the TVs commercial breaks. But for once, this suited me. For on late for me, was The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly film. Not seen this for years, and I looked forward to it.
I made sure a bottle of flavoured spring water was made up, a few bags of Cheesy curls, and the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket [Which wasn’t needed once!]), were all to hand, boy, I was going to enjoy this movie…
I nodded off at the first set of adverts! Waking up as the end credits were rolling down the screen. Spittlisations!
6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Sunday 17th May 2020: Worran odd day!”
I see you are getting my quotes in. Good for you. And I also see you still have the agony of di feet, which are still looking nicely gnarly. No possibility of getting a pardon from prison to see a podiatrist? Interesting window photos. 16:9 is a movie screen aspect ration. Your default aspect ratio will be 3:2 unless the camera has a Lumix 4/3 sensor then it will be 4:3. Josie’s meal looked good. I hope she enjoyed it. Your dinner looked good, also, and apparently, it was.
Haha, no furlows allowed, methinks. Thanks, Sir.
This Panasonic is doing my head in – or rather, it might be me doing it. When the fingers fly-off all aover the place, I justh ad to be in the middle of resetting the camera of course. I got a rectangle in the viewer screen. There you are, I got that wrong as well, it’s the Nikon that has the rectangle, I can live with it, but it annoys me not knowing how I got it there in the first place, and no idea how to get rid of it. I might sort it out as my coffin goes in the crematorium. Hehehe!
Josie lked the look of it, I’ll find out later when she brings back the tray and things, Tim.
Keep safe! Hope all well, including the furries.
My favorite is the view to the right (North) the most — a nice balance between the city to the left, sun on the grass, and the shadows along the treeline. Hoping you get the toe-claws addressed real soon now. Also, I should think that your access to the balcony might receive somewhat immediate attention if it also serves as an emergency exit. I like that treehouse quite a bit, but then I’ve always been a fan of treehouses — particularly the kind with an emergency exit 🙂
The inaccessible balcony shot, Sir. I liked that one myself.
The feet, the toes… my Kingdom for a Podiatrist, foot physician, chiropodist, neurologist, or someone handy with a pair of nail-clippers, to start with!
The balcony door lock, is a bit concerning, I must say, Bill. Being a dedicated aboulomaniac, I don’t know who to contact, especially with the Councils cut-back on the maintenance lately. Hey-ho!
My brummagem style of existence, combined with a lack of education and my hesitatory lack of self confidence, have prevented my being brave enough to try and report the matter.
Taketh care. I hope the ladies are both doing alright. with you support of course.
Adieu, Mon AMi.
Brummagem, a gem of a word that is also new to me. Aboulomaniac is another, together they make a curious pair in deed indeed. But better than supercilious according to my rating system, supercilious has the ‘silliness’ built in a right interesting way.
The ladies are faring well — quite an achievement in these times of pandemania methinks. Loki decided to traipse out into a heavy rain yesterday afternoon, and traipsed back after a few hours: during which time she morphed into a wet rat. Lisa dried her up and gave her a proper combing.
Adieu, mon ami 🙂 Hey, autocorrect tried to turn ‘ami’ into ‘aim’. To what aim is what I ask.
I can understand your preferences wordwise, Sir. I came across ‘dybbuks’ (A malicious possessing spirit, believed to be the dislocated soul of a dead person) earlier, a new one for me. I shall slip it in with the Mysteries of the flat next time. For sure, being an old peoples block of flats, there have been many passing away.
Ah, Bless Loki, and Lisa for loking after her.
Hehehe! Dang spell-checkers!