Inchcockski – Thursday 18th June 2020: Stubbed toe. Argh!

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Thursday 18th June 2020 

Kinyarwanda: Ku Wa Kane 18 Kamena 2020

02:40hrs: No clinomania, or uhtceare this morning. After stirring and giving the grey-cells a moment to activate, I was in an unexpectedly perky frame of mind. Why I’ve no idea at all, but I was soon tackling and heaving the distorted, gross body from the recliner. Up got to my feet, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and was limping off to the bucket for a wee-wee. For a PSLWW (Powerful-Short-Lived-Wee-Wee). 

Stumbled (The uncut toenails and soles of the feet were giving me some grief), off to the kitchen Arthur Itis was again, as yesterday, hardly any bother at all, just stiffness. This convinces me that more rain is to come.

I had a look through the thick-framed, letting rain in, unable to reach to wash, photographer-hating designed, new window. I took this snap, in auto-setting, of the morning view. There had been some more rain overnight, but not a lot. I sense we are going to get some, Arthur Itis tells me! I closed the window, and ent to make a brew, of Glengettie Gold tea.

My kakorrhaphiophobia was miffed for a few minutes or so, by some testing Accifauxpas. But somehow I did not get uptight or annoyed at all?

  • I dropped the milk making a right mess on the floor and my legs. I just quietly cleaned it up, no inner-cursing or bad language?
  • Then, when it got to my taking the medications out of the pods, as I broke the cover, static which had built up, threw the Codeine 30g up towards the roof. I’ve not found it yet!
  • Then the cup slipped as I was taking it to the counter to do the health checks. I can now confirm that fresh-made Glengettie Gold tea, spilling onto one’s legs, is not recommended! Humph!

Still relatively calm, I got the BP tests done. The results on the sphygmomanometer seemed fair enough. The thermometer showed 73°f. I was still puzzled as to why I was so calm about everything? Perhaps the last few problematical and testing nychthemerals, made me realise that things could always be worse?

04:10hrs: Hello, the rains coming heavier now. Nae bothers to me, I’ll start the updating of yesterdays blog. I got it finished at about 06:00hrs Posted and done. Sent the Email links. Went on WordPress reader. Then made a start on this blog.

Went for another brew making session, Thompsons Punjana, my current favourite.

The toes were stinging, so I took off the slippers. Then thought about it, not such a good idea after all; if I do any toe-stubbing, there’ll be no padding. Haha! I put the slippers back on, (it hurt though, Tsk!)

Then onto TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then did a template for tomorrow, had to rush it to get the ablutions done.

Well, what a set of farcical, farraginous, funny and unfunny incidents with the ablutions today! I came on in agony, bleeding and yet still contented in my little mind. Here’s what took place, as best as I can chronologically recall:

  • I needed the Porcelain Throne, which was not messy and over quickly. After five flushes, all failing to remove the contents, I gave up.
  • Started doing the teeth-cleaning. Apart from annoying Toothache Thomas, all went well. Grumplewuncks!
  • Shaving was another matter. As Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked into life, the shaving foam spent more time on the floor or in the sink, than being used! Grobognangles!
  • Several cuts little cuts, dropped the razors (6), the after-shave using it to stop the bleeding. Groggleknockers!
  • The shower head was dropped (Shirley was still visiting), landing on my right foot, via the stomach and left knee! Globberisations!
  • The rest of the showering was incident-free!
  • Moving the shower chair so I could get near the wall-heater to towel off and do the medication. I painfully banged my left knee, on the corner of the seat, as an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Peter Schuhplattler dance. Unbelievable! I haven’t suffered one for a week or more, and it had to come at the wrong time! Grumbleconfusement
  • I’d left the Germoloid in the kitchen, or front room, so I used some of the Care brand gel on the haemorrhoids. Yeeeeoww! It’s not as anesthetised as the Gemoloid is.
  • Leaving the room, with the towel, camera and bottle of olive oil to refill, and things in my hands. I realised I had not turned off the wall-heater, or checked to see if the taps had been left running. So, (for me) I rushed back in, and of course, the shower chair was in a different position than usual after the fracas with it earlier… and I stubbed my right little toe on the metal leg! Gramshackle-Globberisations! Spittlisations!
  • Then had to clean the puddle of olive oil, I’d dropped, and test the camera to see if it had broken!

I took a couple of pictures with the Canon, of the stubbed toe and my knees, it seemed to be still working. Phew! The pins and patellas were looking extremely good! Their best for months! Clopidogrel Clive and the varicose veins had abated as well? I risked allowing a short period of Smugness to overcome me! Haha!

The rain outside was more like repeated showers. I’ll try to remember when I do the waste bags, to take a photo from a different perspective, through the tatty window near the chute room.

To the scullery, and got the kettle on. I was still in an accepting mood, and this concerned me. After all the bad-fortune of the previous hours, I found myself whistling? Yet, in agony with the knee and toes. I am a Nebekh!

Last time this happened, I lost 10 hours from my memory. Not that it is likely to happen again… but then, knowing my luck? I got the earholes olive-oiled again, made a mug of Gengettie Assam tea, and back on Computer Cameron, to update this blog.

After an hour or so, I remembered I’d not done the black bag sorting yet. (Yes, I know, it’s hard to believe that a man of my calibre can forget things!) Har-har!

I made up three small bags and didn’t need the walker, the bags were so little, it was easy for me to carry them. I put the camera in my pocket (See? I don’t always forget, Hehehe), and using the wooden stick, I hobbled to the waste chute room. The rain or shower was falling again, and I caught it on camera.

I got back and thought another brew, and I’ll get some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw done. So, I did!

Back in a bit.

I’m back. Jenny called while I was graphicalisationing. She reported that several tenants had been told this week, by Iceland’s, Sainsbury’s and Asda’s deliverymen, that they are not allowed inside the building anymore, and to come down to collect their foodstuffs! She wanted to warn me. And kindly said that if it happens to me, to tell them, I’m disabled, but will ring a friend to see of they can get down for me. Then to ring Frank and Jenny and tell them. We spoke about other stuff, but the memory of what was said is vague now. The worry over if this happens has got to me.

I was not concentrating very well.

Gave up on the computing, and got a meal sorted. I didn’t eat it all, which is a rarity.

Put the pots in the sink to soak, then got down in the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, at times near-lethal, yet none-working recliner.

Sleep came swiftly for once. Very Nice!

Wee-weeless and uninterrupted! For 5½-Hours!

6 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Thursday 18th June 2020: Stubbed toe. Argh!

  1. This day the waking scapes well resemble the dreamscapes from the day before. The saving grace is the 5 1/2 hour sleep — a difficult way to attain some decent sleep, but a consolation prize is better than a fretful day followed by a sleepless night. Trying to look on the bright side of life without thinking of Brian’s life of course 🙂
    Saturday is already underway as I type on a withering Friday here.
    TTFNski, kind Sir!

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    • With the omnipresence of failure, lack of confidence and confusion this end, here over the pond, I thank you.
      Ubiquitously, I sit here in my PPs (0515hrs) on the computer (me, not the PPs), typing despite the attentions of Nicodemus, more drivel for the few to view, and gladly your lady and you.
      In hopes of keeping it together betterer today, and finding some form of logicality and concentration.
      Your better-half and I should join forces and produce a book, we can title it; ‘Sleep – What is that?’ Hehehe!
      By the way, it’s not raining here at the moment. Just thought I’d mention it.
      Your amnesic, lethologica ridden, confused Nottinghamian cyber-friend, Inchcockski.
      Have a good Saturday, mon ami!

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      • ‘Sleep – What is that?’ is an apt title. My subtitle might be: ‘Searching for Morpheus.’
        A good thing you have mentioned the momentary rain, I had forgotten to check *The Nottinghamian Almanac* for the weather conditions at 5:28 A.M. Somehow, I miss the occasional data set 🙂
        Lethologica — the perfect word. I shall now change my subtitle suggestion to “A Lethological Search for Morpheus.”
        Wishing you much Morpheus, mon ami!

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      • Sweet Morpheus, please, Bill! Hehehe!
        I think it was Spike Milligan who said that in one of his books. To an army mate when he was in Africa during the war. See? I can remember things sometimes, others, not. (Ah-well!)

        Hope things are okay your endski, Bill.

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  2. That’s a decent night shot from your “thick-framed, letting rain in, unable to reach to wash, photographer-hating designed, new window”. You seem to be maintaining room temperature. You may have become a zombie. Those toenails are looking dreadfully deadly, yellowing with a bloody stubbed toenail. Wow five and a half hours of wee-weeless uninterrupted sleep. That’s impressive. Another decent looking meal.

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    • Ahoy there, Sir!
      A zombie? I blame the Covid-Cooties and Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court. Hehehe!
      I’ll ask Deana to ring the clinic again tomorrow, see if I can get in to see the podiatrist again. I’m getting fed-up waiting for treatment, but others will be the same, so gritting the teeth, agony and extra limping will have to continue. Haha!
      I reckon the body is letting me sleep more, cause it is also fed-up with suffering.
      With any luck, when the Doc calls me on Monday, I’ll get my release papers? Not that this will mean the foot clinic, opticians, dentist or audio clinic will be reopened yet… depressed? Me?
      No, not really, so many worse off.
      Hope the smoke has cleared by now, Sir.
      Your frog with the shadow on the waters was very impressive.
      TTFNski
      .

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