Inchcockski Today – Tuesday 19th May 2020: Dizzy Dennis was rumbustical tonight!

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Tuesday 19th May 2020

Javanese: Selasa 19 Mei 2020

00 May 19 ruth

GMWL04:55hrs: I awoke from my dream-filled stupor, and began to try and recall anything I’d nocturnally envisaged. I knew without thinking that I was underground, caves, being chased, running away from someone… several people, they were shooting arrows at me… but no more recollections were gleaned. I do hate it when this happens!

2Tue01WD 84.0.84 As I rose from the rickety, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, none-operational, recliner, things seemed to be going well. Until it came to putting down my feet, and standing up, with the massively-stomach-burdened part of the body, falling down with a boing-boinging motion, adding all that weight on the pins! The smarting from under the feet! Sheer pain flowed back up to the brain. Again! Argh-gaggle-strain!  

The decision was made, with some degree of determination for me, that care must be taken, whatever happens, that may distract me, not to have any toe stubbings today. I’m not sure I could cope easily with another one at the moment.

The now hemerine need (for the last four days, anyway), for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne arrived together, and suddenly. So, I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and tentatively made my way to the wet room. No rush this time, despite the sensation I could feel that Trotsky Terence was brewing things up.

WD 84.0.84 Oh, dearie me! An unbelievable evacuation. Despite things being so sloppy-joe and messy, things were over swiftly, and I found myself sitting there, waiting for more movement, as in the last two mornings, but no! It had all cleared in a flash, a painful flash mind. Which was perhaps the messiest release in months. The cleaning up afterwards took yonks! And although both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had both bled. Silver-Lining-search results: It was only a minute, a nanoscopic amount, from both front and rear departments. Rare-Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I had a medicationalisationing session. Olive-oiled the era-holes. Phorpain-gelled the Arthur Itis knees, the shoulders I could reach to, knees and wrist, Saccades Eye-Drops in. Then tried to apply some pain-gel to the feet, using the picker-upperer, with ointment on a kitchen towel.

WD 84.0.84 But this was a total painful failure. As Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters chose to fail at just the wrong time! Farcical! I ended up with gel wasted, all over various unintended parts of my torso, the carpet, WC, and the floor. I was displeased at my efforts to gel the feet. It took me, Gawd knows how long to clean everything up afterwards. Which, with all the bending, getting down and back up again, starting Arthur Itis, Shuddering Shoulder Shirly and Anne Gyna going!

WD 84.0.84 I pressed on though and got the place looking betterer. As I departed to go to the kitchen for some medications and pain killers, Dizzy Dennis had a go at me! Silver-Lining-search results: Erm, er… The fungal lesion had not started bleeding again, Saccades Sandra had slowed down, and Back-Pain-Brenda had not kicked off with all the bending.

By the time I’d taken the meds, and got the kettle on, it felt like I’d been up for hours? The morning was now light. I took two photographs of the beautiful view. The sky with wonderful clouds. In fact, I did a bit of nephelococcygia searching, but without any success.

2Tue06

Then to the blind shot down below, of Chestnut Walk. It’s difficult taking photographs nowadays. Apart from the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, that is. With the new thick-framed, light and view-blocking windows, and the new design. That makes it impossible for me to see what I’m photographing below. The only thing I can do is to fetch the step ladders and dangerously risk my life and limb climbing up to see out. Not today, though. I’m not feeling steady enough to risk it. Worra life!

My few pleasures like photographing, are stymied now that the balcony door lock is stuck and will not open, to give me safe access. Also, my little toolbox is out there in my three-wheeler trolly, so they are unreachable too! Gawd, worra life! I’m gerrin’ down again! Come on Inchy, pull yerself together!

VirF 87.0.87I got through to the computer in Junk-Room-Mark 11, with a degree of determination to get on with updating of the Monday blog (Better late than never!) Guess what?

Yes, the ydid it again, just like yesterday! I imagine that with the lock-down and so many people working from home. With all the quomodocunquizing companies like FB and Zoom advertising their Conferencing platforms on TV. I suppose the the weakest signalled Internet, Liberty-Global Internet Media, is bound to struggle. Prittleworthycrap!

When the signal returned, I got on with most haste, doing a new template, then updating the Mopnday blog. All finished, I emailed the links. Pinterested a few shots, then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a mug of tea, and onto Facebooking, for many hours. Did some comments, then started this post going.

The Amazon delivery is due today. The wind-up torch, to replace the one I lost. I know, I know, schlemiel!

WD 84.0.84 Then I went on CorelDraw, to make up some advance graphics for the this blog. Got a few done, but Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Unbalanced Herbert both kicked off. 

Poledancing Champion, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana phoned top do a check see I was alright, I mentioned the Balcony door lock, and she kindly said she’d be up shortly to have a look at it. I thanked her and the ngot some trousers on, well, I thought I ought to. Hahaha!

Shortly she arrived and came in to see us, and had a look at the door. And three minutes later, it was opened. (Didn’t-half make me feel a Shmendrick!) But it is broken, she said. We’ll ask for maintenance after the lock-down has finished. (About 2025 we think!) I mentioned.

On her way out, a parcel and letter arrived. The letter I opened straight away in case it needed telephone response. The print was to small for me to read, so Dean read it. T’was the Dentist cancelling Wednesday’s appointment.Which was a good thing, (apart from the toothache, like), cause I am still in lock-down by the hospital and Doctor, for ten more weeks, yet. Tsk!  I thanked Deana and she shot offski.

2Tue07The parcel, was the wind-up torch, from Amazon.

I tried out the door on the balcony and left it open, I’m not risking locking it ever again.

I went out and took some photographs of the aftrernoon scene. Plenty of folks about for once.

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2Tue09I checked on the mushrooms cooking in the crock-pot, the need a little longer yet. I had a check on the latest Coronavius figures from the internet. For some reason, as I did so, hunger grabbed me.

2Tue12

It’s still not perfect is it? Still, a slow down I think?

I decided to get the nosh prepped and served up. But needed a visit to the wet room first, for a wee-wee. They have slowed down today.

WD 84.0.84A Well, I might have known or guessed. II had another Dizzy Dennis visit en route, lost the balance a smidge, enough to give my head a klunk on the door frame edge. I did swear!

The wee-wee was still of the forcefull, ‘not wanting to end’ variety. But with a colour change, almost grey now? Not as pretty as the deep orange!’

2Tue34I went to the kitchen to get the meal done. The Taste-Rating was 7/10.

Got the pots washed, and settled into the recliner, and Dizzy Dennis returned with a vengeance.

Fracture recollections from here on in. But I woke up at 01:00hrs, and feeling perky, too?

5 thoughts on “Inchcockski Today – Tuesday 19th May 2020: Dizzy Dennis was rumbustical tonight!

  1. The 47,162 people who committed suicide in the US so far this year didn’t seem to agree that 6 feet apart is better than 6 feet under. It’s looking nice and green in your neighborhood. Too bad you can’t be out and about. Delightful looking meal, with a decent score.

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    • I fear Tim, that things may go pear-shaped with the lowering of precautions, but its just a feeling.
      Britain has the highest number of Covid-19 deaths in Europe (34,796), surpassing Italy and Spain last week. New cases in Britain continue to grow, but officials have expressed optimism that the rate of growth in cases and deaths is slowing.

      I sneaked out of the front doors this morning when I took the recycling box down to the bin. For a few minutes, spoke with the caretakers from a distance, and took a photo of the new growth in the park.
      A lot of folks around so I didn’t go any further.
      I’ll try t opworok out the % of deaths USA to UK, if I can remember how you told me to do it last year.

      Look after yourself, Sir, Laurie and the furries too!

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      • As a proportion of total population the death rates from Covid-19 are low, and low compared to other things people die of like diabetes, heart attacks, pneumonia, other strains of flu. The last number I saw for Covid-19 deaths in the US was around 100,000. A sixth of the number of people who die of various heart conditions every year in the USA. If the suicide rate stays the same, deaths from suicides will most likely surpass Covid-19 deaths by the end of the year. Since many of the suicides are attributed to the economic devastation caused by the lockdowns, the government can call those suicides Covid-19 deaths and probably count them in the stats as Covid-19 deaths.

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      • Well presented, interesting to me, logically worked out figures, Tim! And in a way that I could understand, thanks. (That’s saying something for me nowadays. Where my blockage, my Arithmaphobia has come from, I don’t know).

        A touch of political clarity and honesty is needed methinks.

        Have a great day!

        Some kind person left me three small China mugs at the door last night? Pretty, and heavier pottery, which helps when Nicodemus is playing up. Jenny? Josie? I’ll find out later.

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