TFZer Mary ♥

Friday 19th June 2020

Latin: 19 Lunii Veneris MMXX

03:30hrs: I bestirred, in need of a wee-wee. Detached my lumberous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and woggled over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Having a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. Then I stumbled my way to the kitchen.

But returned to the front room, to put some pain-gel on the toes, avoiding yesterday’s toe-stubbing blister. I took these poor quality pictures after the treatment.

Back into the kitchen. The light showery rain was falling, although it doesn#t show in this picture, it was coming from behind the building. I got the kettle on the boil and dug out the medicines and Health-Test Kit.

The medication pods The BP readings were little different from yesterdays. Sys was up, Dia and the pulse about the same as yesterday. The temperature showed up just ‘Low’.

I nearly made a silly blunder, and almost gave myself an Enoxaparin injection, that is not due until tomorrow. It was a close thing. Phew! I felt almost proud of myself for remembering in time. A smug-mode was engaged!

Moments later, when I took the medications out of the pod-pack, the static on the plastic cover, brought all the tablets out stuck against it, and they fell to the floor. Spreading the eight tablets to all four corners of the flipping kitchen! Grumph and Grobbleknangles!  The recently acquired Smug-Mode, dissipated!

By the time I’d gathered up the offending tablets and capsules, with all the bending down, the uncut toenails were stinging, and Back-Pain-Brenda had made herself known to me. Silver-Lining Search Result: At least I found them all! I gave them a dusting and took them.

As I poured the tea, I recognised that Arthur Itis’s knees were in the same state as they were yesterday, just stiff, but not overly painful at all. The showers overnight, and drizzle this morning, along with a delightful smell of petrichor is a sign of a storm brewing; or at least heavy rain is on the way. I know, I said the same yesterday, but I’ve got to get it right eventually. Hahaha!

I went to the wet room for another wee-wee. At least it was of a different type. An SSPG (Short-Sharp-Painful-Grey) variety. Not many folks have wee-wees that morph into a different colour and power each time. Humph! Washed and wiped the contact points, then off to the computer.

The concentration was difficult despite my being in a willing mood. No particular reason as far as I could tell, but it took me yonks get aa template for today done, then the updating of Thursday’s post. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kept having a go at me, but at least Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure was rare for once.

It was the concentrating, articulating, emphasising and funnelling, optimising actions as needed that I found so hard. Also, I kept changing tasks and got lost as to what I was doing before. However, I finally got both jobs finished. I felt a little wishy-washy in the head then. Why? Gawd knows!

I went on Facebooking but gave up when I realised how the time had flashed by.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, back in a while. I hope. 

Oh, dearie me! Not one of my easiest of ablutionalisationing sessions! The legs looked like they were about to transmogrify again. Arthur Itis’s knees were a bit bloated, but as I said earlier, not bothersome really?

The teggies were painful to clean, with Toothache Terence making his presence know.

The shaving went much better today. A couple of razor dropsies, one dropped the shaving foam once.  Only one lone little cut.

Now, the showering… Gragglespitgurgle & Tsk! A few of the ailments had a frenzied festival of fun with me!

Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Hitting the shower chair, but avoiding going all the way to the floor.  I got my lower right arm entangled with the metal Sock-Glide frame, as I reached out to prevent a full self-body slam. Arglebonkangony! The bruises came up quick.

This slowed me down a bit, I took extra-care after, in case another ‘one-legged Jive’  came on again. They don’t usually come on close to each other, but this one made me bit nervous. Still, apart from the pain, by the time I got around to finishing showering and onto the towelling, I was feeling much easier and more confident. Then…

As I was getting the creams for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Arthur’s knees cream, Earhole Eric’s Olive Oil and Little Inchies fungal lesion cream; Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me. I dropped the Olive oil, and Phorpain Gel. I calmy and unexcitedly, got the picker-upperer, turned back, and trod on the Olive Oil pot! Thus, it burst open, giving the poorly stubbed toe some gip, and spreading over the WC mat. Which now needs cleaning! Cribblebogsanagonies!

Crying was on option, but I resisted it!

Then went on the WordPress Reader.

I got the walker-guide trolley and popped down to the caretaker’s domain, with some bags of recyclables and waste. Took the two snaps below while I was down there. The first one of the dead-end of Chestnut Walk, the none in the opposite direction towards Winchester Street.

Back to the apartment, and I made a restart on this post.

Just before midday, I made my way down again, to visit the Mobile Shop. Apple pies, tomatoes and a loaf of bread were purchased.

I came back inside and up again to the apartment. Well, alright then, the flat. Hahaha!

Got the nosh prepared. Easy-peasy meal. A tin of chopped tomatoes, pork frankfurters, mushrooms and bread from the mobile shop. To follow, a lemon mousse (thanks Jenny), an apple and an apple pie!

I recall washing up and settling down to watch a replay football match.

That’s it. When I nodded off, I’ve no idea, so I don’t know what sleep I got in.

But in the morning, I noticed I’d miss the evening medications.