Saturday 20th June 2020

Croatian: Subota 20 Lipnja 2020. Godine

03:15hrs: I woke to want a wee-wee, wrangled free of the recliner, wobbled to the wet room, by which time, a Porcelain Throne release was also needed.

The throne session was painful, but of shortish duration. In fact, the marathon ‘not-wanting-to-end’ SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee, was still trickling away long after the massive action had ended. And, hurt more than the big evacuation did! I had a go at a new crossword puzzle in the book, so long did things take! Oh, ‘eck!

I didn’t get any answers in, but the book (75p), I think it was printed in the 1980s. So no wonder I didn’t know the answers to three clues: 

• 23 A) Carol …………. TV presenter (7)
  
• 11 D) Chris …………. U.S. tennis star (5)
• 13 D) Chris Baron TV Sit-Com (4-4)

I refuse to look up the answers. This is probably why I average getting 3 crosswords finished in each book of 200! Hahaha! With no going out lately, no bus trips in which I used to do the crosswords. I anticipate getting the solutions from the more erudite, educated, none-memory-challenged, not-yet-senile, WordPressonians, shortly.

Lost the plot there, got carried away, sorry. Now, where was I?… Oh yes!

The legs looked rather bland this morning. I miss the Clopidogrel lumps, bruises, spots, and welts. Even some of the veins had withdrawn from the skin surface? Indeed, they looked like a standard pair of pins… almost!

Washed the mitts and wiped the contact points in the wet room, and straight to the kitchen. Figuratively speaking, of course. The feet were so tender and hurtful again, trying to walk on the heels is no easy matter with the four-pronged walking stick, I did a bit of wobbling, staggering and swaying en route! Hehehe! 

The first thing that caught my eye was the beautiful blue hue of the morning sky. I took two photographs of roughly the same area. One in Night Landscape, the other in Aperture Priority settings. Unfortunately. I can’t remember which is which. Globberisations! The right one is just like the view that appeared to the eye.

The health Checks went well.

The hemadynamometer results were fine again. There is no jumping up with the Sys rate. The temperature came up at 35.9°c. And I even remembered to give myself the injection of Enoxaparin. No chance of me missing my bulbous, wobbly, humungous stomach. Hahaha! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

On the computer, and tried to contact WordPress. No luck. I changed, updated, my payment to them, and sent an email to confirm that this will stop my previous cancellation. Got a message on screen; They are dealing with a large number of inquiries and will reply within 24-48 hours. Now, this sounds like a simple enough job, but in reality, I spent over two bumbling-harassing hours at it. Cracklepackers! 

With the stress and worry over the subscription cancellation being cancelled being unconfirmed and all the struggling to understand what I was doing, I was feeling light-headed and confused, and decided to make a brew, and sit down for a few minutes. I sat on the recliner, and broke the headphones! Which didn’t do a lot to calm me down? Brambackleshittums!

I later found this photograph on the SD card. It might have been taken in the kitchen, or photographing the broken headphones? Either way, I wish I could claim to have planned it, cause it’s a good one. But no, I took it wherever or whenever, but obviously while Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or Shaking Shaun were visiting.

The sun coming up from behind the flats, well, it was trying. It made a decent shot, though.

I made a start on this blog as far as here, then, at long last, got around to updating the Friday blog. Posted it off three hours later. It’s a good job I get up early! Hahaha!

Better get the ablutions tackled then. Blimus, it’s nearly midday already! Be back soon, I hope.

I’ve returned. And what a tremendous ablutioning session this one was! This may be hard to believe: it was for me! The most bereft of Fuaxpas session in months, and so few dropsies. No cuts!

• No dropsies getting stripped!
• Only one dropsy doing the teeth: And, No gum cuts!
• Shaving: just two dropsies – And... No cuts!
• Showering: just one dropsy, no injuries, no dizzies either!
• Drying off: just one knock-over (the Germoloid tube), one dropsy (the towel)!
• Medicating: Dropped only the Fenbid pain gel and deodorant sprayer! 
• Dressing: Fair enough, there was a slight wobble getting the PPs on, and I split them open. But I kept my balance and avoided any injuries!

Brilliant or what? Treble-Smug-Mode Adopted!

I fully expect Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Peripheral Pete, Saccades Sandra, Neurotransmitter Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun and Drop-Kettle Dancing Derek, and all of the Dropsy-Inducing ailments will get their own back later. But for now, I’m going to make a brew, and have a few minutes wallowing in my out-of-the-blue semi-success! Yehaa!

Off to the kitchen, and Miracle mark 2 happened! I was getting the mug from its hook, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died on me (first time today, mind!). The cup flew across the kitchen! I readied myself for hearing the pottery break… But No!

It landed on, and between the cooker top and the counter. On both hard surfaces, there was not a crack in the mug!?!?! I got the camera and took a snap of it where it came to rest! If it had landed at a different angle, it would have gone down and broken up in between the kitchen furniture! I’d have had a right job on my hands getting top sort it out! How it didn’t break on impact is remarkable?

Two pieces of good fortune within minutes of each other? What’s going on? Hard to understand. Was the Good Lord taking the wee, and trying to get me all faithful, just before my death-rattle? Is the end, nigh? Ah, well, never mind. I’ll get some graphics made-up for future use, only in case. Hehehe!

Hello, the sun’s made it out at last. And beautiful it is, too, with the cloud patterns. I took a photograph of the view, got the kettle on. And made a start on CorelDrawing. Got a graphic or two done, which was pleasing, with me being so suddenly tired.

Nosh to be prepped.

I reet good mixture on the plate. I ate it all, surprisingly.

Washed the pots, and settled down and checked the TV. It was all crap offerings programme-wise. So I got an old DVD out and watched it. Steven Seagal’s Nico. I nodded-off and rewound the DVD so often that I gave up.

Sleep came, and to keep up the surprises-record for the day, I got 6 hours head-down! Grrreat!