Friday 29th May 2020
Croatian: Petak, 29 Svibnja 2020
03:10hrs: I woke to want a wee-wee, and wrangled my woefully wobbly bellied mass, out of the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner.
The ankle felt a bit delicate, so I made my way cautiously to the wet room, with the four-pronged walking stick and camera accompanying for me.
The feet were hurting with every step, or shuffle I should say. This first wee-wee was of the SFRTFGC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Grey-Cloudy) type.
Although it wasn’t, it looked like sweat? I think I’d had a decent, dream and a nocturnal-meaning-free sleep? In fact, it was an adequate rest of over five-hours! That in itself was something of a most-welcome miracle.
I then noticed the arms had gained a bit of colour back over yesternight, as well? But they soon paled again later.
Took the medications, olive oiled the ear-holes, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees. And the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, back to the wet room.
Collected the mug of tea, and got the computer going. Did some graphics first, so I could start the temp[late for tomorrow later, I hope. Then on with the updating of the Friday post, hello, I’m losing it again. I meant the Thursday post. This took a few hours to get done, but it looked okay in the end.
Got an email from Jenny, asking if would like her to order some lemon mousse and lemon yoghourt on her Asda order for me. She’s so kind to me, and others for that matter. I asked for some lemon bleach, mousse and yoghourts! Bless her. ♥
I sent the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the links. Then went onto the WordPress Reader section. Some phenomenal photographs had been posted. Makes sad, as to how my skills are being drained. By Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerves dying, the Peripheral Neuropathy, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun. But I’m still doing them, it’s just harder and takes much longer. With many shots having to be taken to get a decent one work. Then, of course, time spent deleting the crap efforts to save memory. Not complaining, just explaining. Well, not a lot anyway. Haha!
Send some pics to Pinterest, then spent a happy time on Facebooking. A lot of time!
Put Computer Cameron in sleep mode, and got the ablutions tackled. And things went wellish again. Well, not the dropsies, they were regular, repetitive, and annoying. But, no toe-stubbing, no clearing the top of the floor cabinet, no dropping the showerhead, and no tooth-cleaning bleeding.
A little price to pay.
Inchcock’s clinic on Insanity retention – in Ode
Had a funny thought when I was taking these bench shots, with all the bird poo, will we now get bird flu?
Soon gobbled it all up.
I watched a replay of the Euro Cup Final twixt Germany and the Czech Republic. With so many nod-offs. I woke, and the adverts were on, took a shot of the high sun, and back down in the recliner.
Taketh care!
You are looking wickedly lumpy in multi-colored shades of pale. Your Sys is a little better today. Nice photos of people poking around in the park. You need to do another jailbreak and get outside for some fresh air. Farting around indoors, both literally and figuratively, for too long is not good for your well being. Nice pile of food you put together.
I think the weight increase, just might be of benefit for me. Next time I tumble, I might bounce back up again, saving a paing struggle to get back up perpendicular? Haha!
Ah, another jail-break. The cunning ILCs have started phoning people who are on lockdown, pretending to be checking up on our health, but clandestinely doing a orisoner head-count? I did get out for two-minutes, to put some rubbish in the bin, and be ignored by the caretaker, Steve. Never even acknowledged me. He may have turned-snitch? Hehe!) Only joking.
I have to say, I’m impressed with the Indian grown seedless grapes. Mind you, the yneed a good rinsing to get rid of the midges amd bits of strange seed first.
Have a good day, Tim, best to all from me please.