Day: 23 June 2020

TFZer LILLIE ♥

Monday 22nd June 2020

Hmong: Hnub Monday 22nd Lub Rau Hli 2020

04:30hrs: I came back to semi-reality, with Toothache Thomas giving my bother, and in need of a wee-wee. I’d taken about four wee-wees overnight, and can’t figure out why I didn’t make use of the bucket, and instead, I struggled to the wet room each time?

As I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, none-working, rickety recliner, I hoped that the Dentist, Podiatrist, Opticians and Audio Clinic would be open again soon. I’m going to be busy when they do! Frangleklops!

I got uprightish, the stick and off to the wet room. The plates and pins didn’t look too bad at all, but the toes and heels were so painful with each step I took! Argh!

Arthur Itis’s knees were again not to hurting at all, but the joints were so stiff. (The toes and feet were enough to be going on with, anyway) The absence of bother from Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Back Pain Brenda, were all noted, and appreciated! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was twitching as if getting ready to launch an attack Humph! And Shaking Shaun could be felt causing a few minor juddering moves on the legs. Overall though, things could have been a lot worse.

Had the SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) wee-wee. The same style as most of yesterdays leaks. Washed my hands, and wiped the contact points, off to the kitchen. The morning was light I thought at first, then it dawned on me that I’d got up a lot later than I usually do, this morning. I still got about five hours kip in, nodding off so late as I did.

After taking a picture of the morning view, I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Compared to last Monday, the hemadynamometer readings were not exactly heterodox. Were going in the wrong direction. Sys, Dia and Pulse were all up. Mmm?

The thermometer reading was again, just showing ‘Low’. Me not being quick enough to the stick out of my earhole in time to read it. The figure only shows up for a couple of seconds, then changes to High or Low. What it shows when things are spot-on or acceptable, I don’t know, it’s never been right. Haha!

Took the medications, no injections until Thursday. No Saccades-Sandra spray left to use, olive oiled the earholes, and nasal sprayed. No Fenbid or Phorpain gelling until the ablutions are done.

Then went on Computer Cameron, and dedicatedly pressed on with the updating of the Sunday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died a few times, causing me to lose a lot of time. But I didn’t get all uptight about it, just persevered with the task in hand! Smug-Mode-Engaged! Oh, and I needed three of now seemingly regular wee-wees (SPUTE: Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) taken during the updating.

Getting it finished and posted off to WordPress. Emailed the links. Then went to make a brew of Assam tea, and considered having some caramelised biscuits, but thought better of it, I didn’t want to test Toothache Thomas.

Making the brew, and the sun came up from behind the apartments, and I just had to try and take some shots of the view. So, I did!

Looking at these after I’d got them on the blog, made me think that, if I didn’t already live here, seeing these would have made me want to! There’s something that Nottingham City Homes could use to encourage folks to join us! Hehehe!

I made another brew for the one that went cold while I spent so long taking the pictures. Then back to the computer and started off this blog up to here. Then made a template for tomorrows post.

Well, I managed to get the template done. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley has eased off nicely… but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are dying in me now and then. No long periods, just the scattered ‘catch-you-out’ when your not ready flutters!  Groggleknockers!

Went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking next.

Made an Iceland food order. Hopefully, the driver will bring it up to the flat. Oh, dear. I don’t want to bother Frank and Jenny if I can help it. It should be coming Wednesday next, 24th June, twixt 8 >10:00hrs.

The clouds seemed to be attracting my attention today? They were so artistically presented, I just can’t help but photograph them. Bootiful, they were!

I had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures and the news. The Prime Minister, it said on the BBC site: Extremely vulnerable people who are most at risk from becoming ill from coronavirus will no longer need to shield in England, from 1st August. Aha! Freedom Approacheseth!

Food required now. My phagomania had to be satiated.

I got a meal prepared and soon gobbled it all up. Oh, yes, tasty! Fish fillets in a crispy coating, some canned, new potatoes, Piccolo tomatoes, potato salad, and beetroot. Followed with a small apple, and a pot of Jenny-supplied lemon mousse!

Flavour Rated at 8.5/10. The best nosh for a good few days!

Feeling a tad easier now, I’ve filled the stomach. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was still giving it to me, she’s been a right pest today. So extra care (Not that you can do anything about it) was taken when I went to do the washing up.

The sun came through again, and I took a shot, and then a close up one of the broken clouds in the first picture.

They made me think of the universe and all sorts of extra-terrestrial and alien possibilities.

Got down in search of Sweet Morpheous, who was very reluctant. A load of rubbish on the TV, so no nodding off was possible for hours. Eventually sleep cameth.

At least the wee-wee demands stopped, until when I woke up.

Take care, folks.