Inchcocksi – Sunday 14th June: Ups & downs, dissimilitudes, ficklenesses, and fluctuations!

Todays TFZer

Sunday 14th June 2020

Bulgarian: Неделя, 14 юни 2020 г.

03:00hrs: I stirred into consciousness, didn’t like it, and fell asleep again.

04:00hrs: Woke, and still not too interested in life’s trials and tribulations, or coping with the next faux-pas, mistakes, errors made, or decision making, I drifted off one more time.

04:30hrs: Reluctantly, I came back into imitation life, needing a wee-wee, so forced my bulk from the £300, second-hand,  c1968, rickety, none-working recliner, and off to the wet room. (I was not exactly full of enthusiasm at the thought of returning to life). I took the wee-wee, a SWAT (Sprinkly-Weak-Apricot-Tinged) configuration, washed my hands, noticed that the shower cloth looked a might stained for some reason, cleaned it and left it to soak in the hand basin.

I hobbled to the kitchen, almost on automatic pilot, for once Arthur Itis was in a good mood, or taking a breather.

I got the kettle on the boil. And I stood looking out at the morning view. No mist or fog today, I did a bit of self-analysing while I stood there, deep in involuntary self-denunciatory thoughts. By doing this, it only made me feel worse, and self-denigration ruled.

By the time I decided I had to pull myself together, the kettle had boiled, and the water had cooled considerably.

I was still dark, and I thought I’d use the Nikon to take a photograph, which I did. I selected the ‘Night landscape option, and a message came up to open the flash. The first shot is without the flash on; the second one was with the flash option. The first picture looked as it was to the eye. Neither of them was very good.

I got the BP machine out, and the readings were batter than yesterday morning. Although the pulse was down in Saturday’s, I think it was still a tad high. But with how my state of mind was, there was not much interest or concern inspired.

Getting the new bag of medications opened, I noticed that the Fenbid Forte 10% Gel box had acquired a new health warning. It read thus: ‘Fire Hazard’: Do not smoke or go near naked flames; clothes & bedding with this product dried on them can catch fire easily!

I wondered if a patient might have got burned or worse, had encouraged them, to put this warning on the box? Later I did a Google search for “Fenbid Forte gel” fire patient. And look at the pictures that came up: The first dozen and many more followed, that was from guess who? Me! From my old blogs. Well, here I am at a low ebb and disinterested in life generally more than ever, and fame at last! Hehehe!

I got on Computer Cameron and made up this template. I started off the blog, then went to update the Saturday post.

The morning looked a bit better than yesterday’s did, only a slight mist forming now.

A couple of hours later, and I went to make a brew, and, oh boy, the fog was coming back again. 

I went to use the Porcelain Throne, but try as hard as I could, there was no movement!

I had a go at the crossword book, not the usual one. I can’t find that, but an old one. I soon realised why I had abandoned trying to do it. It’s a little above my limited abilities. I photographed the painful, irritating uncut toes. Still no action.

So, I gave up and went back to Computer Cameron. Did some updating, had a wee-wee, made another brew, left it in the kitchen, and returned the updating again. 

I got the latest Coronvirus figures for Nottingham and England.

Then back to the updating again. Later on Facebooking and WordPress Reader.

Well, that didn’t take as long as usual. (Wonder if I missed something?)

I was still in Depression Defcon Three, I went to get the ablutioning tended to. Back in a bit!

I’m back! The ablutioning went even better than yesterday! No shaving or teeth-cleaning cuts, and in the shower, not a single dropsies!

I came out, all refreshed, and got the rubbish bags made up. And took them to the waste chute. Utilising the three-wheeler trolley.

It’s so much easier to get around with the trolley than any stick. Trouble is, on the bus, and going up steep hills, like the one I live on! Hahaha!

It was still a little misty outside. As I took a few seconds to have a nosey through the filthy window at the Woodthorpe Park. It dawned on me, I’d better get the spuds on for Josie’s meal. So, back to the flat and did just that.

Then I investigated the Facemasks that had been delivered yesterday from Amazon.

I found them a little hard to breathe in them, but no doubt, if and when I can go out again on the bus, I’ll be used to them by then I hope. I plan to wear them when I go to take the rubbish and recyclables down the Steve, or go out of the flat at all, really.

Of course, my having a treble chin, and large head for my torso, that needs to be covered is bound to make them tighter. Hahaha! When I opened the box, it was three-quarters filled with brown paper to protect the box inside. I found a Certificate of Compliance that pointed out they are nor designed for anything medical.

I thought I’d got a  bargain. I’ve just used the calculator, and I think they were about 10p each, compared to the £1 one’s I bought in town. Of course, being famous for my well known, recently acquired, since the stroke, arithmophobia, and dyscalculia; I may well have worked it out wrongly – £19.99 for 50.

I had a look at the Amazon Prime Morrison choices and options. There was a minimal choice, no fresh food, of course. A lot of the things were sold in 24’s or more, they had a bargain on the Swish Kitchen rolls, I thought at that price, I could stock up even more! Haha! But No! Sold-Out! While on there, I considered getting some more of the Branston Pickle Mini Cheddars and had a look around, during which Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, a nasty one, too! So, I came out of Amazon and did some catching up on this post…

I don’t know what happened in between, but I found myself sat on the Porcelain Throne? Obviously, I’d had another memory blank. Not had one for weeks. Not that I wanted one! But, there I was, in mid-evacuation mode! Might have been a good thing, judging by the dollop that filled the WC. Took me four flushes to get rid of it.

Unsure of what I was doing before going to the Throne, I looked at the computer and recalled that it was in the state I can remember it being in. So, with any luck, it was just a few minutes of blankness, memory loss. Reading what I had written earlier, helped me get the thread again.

I got Josie’s meal made up. It took me a while to get a decent photo of the tray, with Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters kicking off. Not complaining, they’ve given me a good break this morning. (When it came to downloading the photo, so I could pick between the five terrible shaky shots, where were they? Gone! All of them, not one on the SD card? – Shagaraggles! I’m going potty!) Cheesy potatoes, gherkins, silverskin onions, tomatoes, Marmite cheese, mackerel in tomato sauce, and a can of G&T. Delivered to the door, from a distance.

Oh, ‘eck, checked on the emails, and found one from Amazon! It appears I put an order in with them?

Glugglegnatsworth! If you can you believe it? I’d ordered 12 packets of flaky-cheesy biscuits! And a box of 30 Branston Pickle 50g Cheesy Cheddars!

I sat thinking for a while. I have mentioned these blank-periods to the Doctor on my last visit, a long time ago. She didn’t seem too concerned, it was as if I should expect them? At least, she didn’t come back to me with any suggestions or advice. How do I know every time after a blank, that I’ve had a blank? I slowly got myself more confused. But this one was obvious to me.

I got an email from Jenny. We swapped messages for a while. Thanks to Jenny.

Getting tired and hungry now. The short date cooked meats need eating, so I’m the man for that!

Got some chips in the oven, and a hashed up meal. Rated: 6/10.

Settled down to watch an old 2016 Euro Match on the telly.

Mind storms, disturbing ones, made sure that my concentration on the screen was at a minimum.

Sweet Morpheous took her time in coming to me.