TFZers Marie ♥ and Inchcock
Tuesday 7th July 2020
Japanese: 2020年7月7日火曜日
- The Dentist for Toothache Thomas, two fillings and an extraction needed, at least, I reckon.
- The Podiatrist to bleed the ankle impostume, and get the toenails cut.
- The Audio centre to open so I can get some batteries for the hearing aids.
- Diabetes ‘training to cope’ lessons to start.
- The year overdue Cardiac Check-up on Metal-Micky ticker to be done.
- The optician to open again, and get some new reading glasses, and ask if he can do anything, lens-prescription-wise to counter the effects of Saccades-Sandra.
The right-hand little finger knuckle is so painful at times, others no bother at all? There is no swelling or bruising, but the bone seems to be getting a tad more extensive, and firmer, well, it feels brittler. And the digit is moving away from its brothers for some reason?
Got the kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view from the deadly, near-lethal ungettable at to clean new window.
Got the health checks started with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The results look good again.
Took the morning medications, and off to the wet room for another wee-wee. A marathon leak again. The legs looked thinner than ever, yet somehow misshaped?
I got the four-pronged walking stick at my side on the right, with the long picker-upperer hung on the top of the stick. The waste bin to my left, and started of by doing a graphic on CorelDraw. Then two thoughts to use later on.
It wasn’t long before I was back in the wet room, having a wee-wee again.
At least it didn’t last so long this time, and it had turned to an orangish shade.
Ah, I seem to be working my way through the rainbow lately. Haha! Well, a bit of fun does no harm. Does it?
Got the updating finished. Sent the link off, then went on the WordPress Reader.
But on the plus side, Thomas Toothache was not as bad as last night. (I anticipate regretting saying this later, now!) I regret, the ablution session was back to normal again!
Ablutionalisationing Report: Painful but different!
- By the time I’d finished and got dressed, I’d bent down and used the picker-upper so often, Back-Pain-Brenda had kicked off!
- The teeth-cleaning, although far less painful than yesterday, involved dropsies with the toothbrush (3), Toothpaste (2) and the mouthwash bottle (2). That went down both times with the lid off. So, now I need some more.
- The shaving was a tad farcical, too! Razors (4), foam can, after-shave (To stop the bleeding). Cuts (3).
- Stubbed the toes moving the shower chair!
- The shower-head went down first use of it!
- On the bright side, it missed my feet and toes, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters came back to life after this incident! Yee-Haa!
- I did get a little visit from Dizzy Dennis, though. Enough to ensure my having just one, half-decent clout on the elbow from the grab bar, Tsk!
- Getting dried off went well, no clearing of the floor cabinets things, dizzies, knocking against anything, or loss of balance! Smileworthiness!
- The medicationalisationing; Between Harolds Haemorrhoids, and the Fulton’s Furunculosis creaming, a fair amount of Arghing and Cringing was carried out.
- Dressing: Ah, the one that caught me out unawares! I was getting a little over-confident, I think. As I was getting the PPs on, I pulled a tad too firmly, and torn them, falling backwards, and had a clash with the door frame. I lost! I can still feel the connecting moment, and there may well be a decent bruise to photo later.
I staggered out of the wet room, in agony! Hahaha! Went to make a brew of Glengettie and take another painkiller. Made up two more black bags, and took them to the
Returned and got the mug of tea made. Took this photo of the rather foreboding morning skies, arrived on the computer to visit the Facebooking sights. Or, Facebooking sites!
Getting on with this blog, and the intercom rang out. Aha!, it was Nurse Hristina arriving, so late I’d forgotten about her attending. So, I had an uplift in spirits at seeing her again!
Always sad when she has to go.
I got the oven on, warming ready for the fish in batter. To have (I decided), with the new spuds, can of garden peas, and fresh tomatoes. That’s the plan anyway. Did some more updat
Prepped the nosh, as the rain poured down relentlessly. Oh, and the balcony door that locked on its own accord last month now does not shut-to at all. Another of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, and hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given them by Mephistopheles, instructions; ‘Let’s make life unbearable for Inchcock’ mission?
Washed the pots, took the evening medications and was soon nodding off, sat in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner.
The Thought Storming began, so I put on a Boon DVD, and this seemed to dissipate the Thought-blasting. The first time this has happened. After a few nod-offs, waking again, rewinding the DVD, I drifted off into a blissful state of Sweet Morpheous!
The kind lady went through what Enoxaparin I had in hand and was careful to get me to read the details from the box, to avoid any errors in working out the dosages I’d have to prod myself with. She went through the dosage and asked questions about my health (that took some time to deal with, Hahaha!)
She was most understanding when Stuttering Stephany, annoyingly kept br
The new immediate doses (I was writing them down as she told me), were; Tonight; One
I got the injection in the stomach done, then took the extra Warfarin.
Within minutes of taking the Enoxaparin sodium anticoagulant, the ticker began to race, which is usual and no worry. Other than it prevented me from getting to sleep. I was all mentally full of beans. If you know what I mean?
TTFNski.
Whew! Such a day! Could the beet roots be anything but stone on such a day? I think not! You’d expect the tomatoes to be tasteless as well, though the grocer must have accidentally sent you some from their secret stash of edible, yummy tomatoes reserved for store management. Heads will roll!
Hahaha! Well worked out and presented, Doug!
Life can be a bitch,
It attacks my pitch,
It sends aliens and a witch,
The worsed, I now not which,
And leaves me with a glitch,
And hopes and dreams to ditch!
Ah, well, fingers crossed mate.
Profoundly noted!
What a cast of characters today, accompanied by a panoply of pestilent pain-providers:
Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, and hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum
Those pores and interstices allow each botheration-bringing beastie to descend onto Woodthorpe Court, including those wairuas from New Zealand on ‘tother side o’ the globe. 🙂
Billum, methinks, (although not often enough), time and distance are no bar to the baffling fermenting frolicking beings or entities that have targetted me from afar.
I should have known earlier in life and been warned, you know.
It’s a fact. When I came into this then not so bad world, and the midwife handed be in a pillowcase to dear Mother, saying “Here he is!”, who replied: “I don’t want it, (flicking cigarette ash on me) throw it in the Trent (local river). Validated a few years later by the aforementioned nurse.
But did I learn anything by it? No!
Since which, the trail of unfortunisms has continually flowed in my direction, huh, still they come!
Still, can’t be helped!
You describe a sinister crime scene, one that cuts to the marrow, Sir. A deliberate delivery. I shudder on your behalf and curse that moment, understanding full well that this cannot exorcise the event but hoping that it communicates some solidarity among those of us still breathing in this strange world we inhabit in still witness.
Ah, a smidge of perspicacious profoundidityness you presented there, Billum.
I understand that much of you imsiration comes from your education and abnegation of the degradation of mankinds humanity.
I shallum now stab myself with the morning’s Enoxaparin, have a wee-wee, and get on with updating the diary.
Perhaps a movement we can form… oh, shouldn’t have mentioned that word, got to rush off to the Porcelain Throne now.
Worra life, innit?
I insist on you taking care out there, please. I’ve got an old keyboard the furry-one can have to play with, and Custard Creams to celebrate with Lisa…
Oh, must go… TTFNski
Thank you for the kind remarks, Inch. Quite right about the benefits and responsibility that critical thinking brings. Most genuine education requires one to unlearn all the blatant propaganda, you have to dump the trash and replace it with dour facts and unpleasant truths. Degradation and its partnering vice decadence must, as you note, be abnegated so that a focus on being humane is even possible.
My family genes include a proclivity toward blood clotting (about 1.0 thicker than more normal people) and the arrival of Crohn’s at some point. My grandson was recently diagnosed with Crohn’s.
Movement in the intestines happens — a possible bumper sticker there. 🙂 But that other kind of movement has been a part of my philosophy since the 1960s. The whole dark business of empires casting themselves as friendly folk is one such irritant.
Lisa fancied a doughnut the other day and I suggested Custard Creams. Yes, the very thing you guys have in common — including the menu items you feature on this fine blog!
Last November, we voted a State (Kentucky) governor (a friend of Donald the Mad) out of office. The present governor takes taking care seriously. Take good care of *yourself* and we wish you good governance. 🙂
Merci, Mon Ami.
I like your style.
Feeliong a tad poorly at this moment. But can’t be helped. In response to so much enoxaparin, in such a short time, I think.
Taketh care you pair,
Wish I could be there,
But do not despair,
Even with no head hair,
My bestest wishes, I share!
So, there!
Hehehe!
Inchcock, thank you for sharing your experiences and your humor. Other people, especially younger people, cannot know what life can be like unless someone tells them. Knowledge brings understanding. I admire your spirit, and I wish you to enjoy all the little moments of joy life can offer you.
Thank you for reading my blog.
Cheryl
Merci, Mon Ami, Cheryl.
Cheered me up reading this.
Been a bad day today,
But also I must pray,
And without delay,
That good fortune comes you way,
Each and every day,
Be lucky and happy, I say! ♥
Thanks again petal.
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Thank you, Inchcock for writing the beautiful poem and good wishes. I am glad you liked the Hanging Out With Wild Animals books. Though they are written for young readers, I always thought adults might like them too. There are quite a few excerpts on the website and the blog. Take care. Cheryl
I thought the exerpts, no, excerpts (Tsk!), were worthy of old foggies like wot I am. But my reading days are over now.
You wouldn’t believe how long it takes me to get a post done nowadays (Ailments interference) Hehe!
But, I love doing them. And if anyone gets a smile out them, I’m tickled pink!
TTFNski, taketh care. ♥