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.
The medication pods The BP
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!
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.
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.
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.
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…
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
I came back inside and up again to the apartment. Well, alright then, the flat. Hahaha!
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.
That was new, a mobile shope. You are good Mr. Inchcock (although saying Mr. plue then the other word is a bit weird) You are fine, I know that so keep on making us laugh.
Merci, Mon Ami!
I knew you were a fake Englishman.. you are French!
Wee-wee! Hahaha!
You seem to be beating the hell out of yourself. It must be some subliminal hooliganism surfacing and rioting against you being locked up in home jail. Crying is probably a good option. Nice you made a brief escape outside into the rainalizationing from the cloud-covered skies. At least you make the best of all your woes to give us a smile and a laugh. Nice looking meal.
Thanks, Timothy. A little booster there to cheer me up!
I like the ‘subliminal hooliganism’, Hehehe!
I get a warm glow when I fing that someone has a laugh from my scriptural meanderings, thanks again!
Hopefully the fires are under control? TTFN