TFZer Lyzzi ♥
Friday 10th July 2020
Croatian: Petak, 10 Srpnja 2020 Godine
I had a mini-thought-storm, and afterwards, a period of anamesia. But could I recall what it was that was so important to remember? No! Well, not for a while.
For some reason, I could not remember which side I stabbed last night. I don’t think it is over-serious whichever. I cleverly (for me, I thought), Got the Nokia, no, the Nikon set up on the airer where the injection kit and log-book is located.
Which meant I could get myself in front of the camera, and free the left hand to click the camera, thus saving using the naughty Peripheral Neuropathy’d right hand. The pictures came out alright, and this kept me wasting a lot of time, in taking a multitude of shaky, blurred useless photos, before getting some usable. I got a bit of word-blindness and confused there.
Aha, I remembered what it was I couldn’t recall earlier, the Iceland delivery was coming twixt 8>10:00hrs. I must get the ablutions done soon again, so I can be sure of hearing the intercom ringing when he arrives.
I started on this blog up to here, then went on to finalise the Thursday blog. Facebooking for a while, then I sent off the links.
Ablution Session Report:
- I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne first. Rock-hard, it took ages and was bloody.
(I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!) - The flush took me many efforts to clear things!
- The teeth cleaning, of course, set-off Toothache Thomas.
- I lost count of the dropsies when shaving. I counted up to ten of them, then gave up.
- I got five nicks and a cut shaving!
- I dropped the after-shave bottle, having mixed fortunes with this. It landed in the waste bin, so it didn’t break.
- But en-route it bounced off of my left patella!
And I hit the right shoulder against the sink going down to retrieve it! - Thus, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley has woken up to give me some hassle! Grumph!
- After this, the dropsies really did, take off! The soap, liquid (1), and tablet (4)! The flannel (2), then towel (2).
- The Medicationing went better; this cheered me up.
- Well, apart from my dropping Harold’s Haemorrhoid tube twice.
- The ankle-ulcer looked like it was getting ready to erupt again—no chance of seeing a podiatrist for getting any help.
- Then, it had to happen, I’ve not done this for a few days now; Carrying things as I left the wet room, I misjudged the gap, and gave my right elbow a crunching-clout on the door frame! Gangleboggleisations!
The legs and knees were looking far betterer. A bit of meat back on them both, and they were nearly the same size and shape as each other!- In fact, the skin all over the magnificent body of mine, (Inchcock Lie Detected!) looked to have regained some, not a lot, fair enough, but a modicum of colour? Hahaha!
I got dressed fully, without any further mishaps. I was off to the kitchen to check on the mushrooms. I turned off the heat, they looked about done now.
The morning had brightened a smidge. I took these shots left, ahead and to my right.
Onto the computer to get a template done, and get this blog started.
A few hours later, Iceland Stores delivery had not arrived. Then I realised it was only 09:30hrs, so there’s still 30 minutes of the window left.
As the rain came down again. It didn’t stop for long this time; ten minutes later, it had stopped. And the sun broke through occasionally.
The door chimes burst forth with there Dusty Springfield tune of ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. Iceland food delivery had arrived. I thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T in thanks.
He put the bags through the door for me, so
I have to admit, for the life-of-me, I couldn’t remember ordering another great-big bag of Cheese Quavers? The most significant amount of things were the new 4-roll packs of Kitchen Towels.
I tried one last time, and they are on offer. They are perfect for soaking up shaving blood, and they do not irritate Little Inchies fungal lesion when used to apply the Cortisone cream. Also, for applying Harold Haemmorhoids cream, and for blowing one’s nose on! Hahaha! Just the right size.
I got the fridge, freezer and cupboards overflowing after putting them away.
Back to the computer again, I’m determined to make time for some graphics done!
On CorelDraw once more.
I phoned Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and asked if she could find out about my prescription delivery for me, please, as I only have two days’ supply left. Also, the yellow Sharps bin was over full with the used needles. She kindly said she would and will phone me back.
I got seated down, with Law & Order to view on the box, that has subtitles on it. Meaning, I shall not have the headphones on. So, providing I do not nod-off, I should have a chance of hearing the intercom or door chimes. Deana called back, the prescriptions should be arriving Saturday or Sunday. She has some paperwork and will deliver it later. Thank you!
As you can see, there was a fair amount of reading, digesting, and decision making to be done. Not up to it at the moment, too tired!
When, how, and will I remember, are variables anticipated. Munggleblonks!
Not that I do not appreciate the caring enough to ask us what our preferences are. No, that shows a rare empathy. But at my age, state of health bodily and mentally, it’s taking me all my time and concentration, in just getting through and coping with my problems daily, without adscititious headwork needed.
I’m getting a collection of many empty boxes now that will need sorting out. Tsk!
Still, if this warns any of my many hundreds of readers of the lemonless disinfectant, it’s worth mentioning, so both readers can be aware. Hehe!
This was a foreign time to me, staying up this late. After the hours of struggling to stay awake, I would have thought it would mean my getting down and drifting off swiftly… But, no!
The Thought-Storms began. Cringleblastitt!
Are you counting the holes in your tummy? There’s that nagging question about how many holes it takes to fill old Inchcock. You are getting very colorful results from those injections. You’re like the kid who goes out and gets in the wet paint. Good for you. No scent lemon disinfectant? Maybe the grey wee wee bucket will bring out the scent. That’s good you got a short natter with Deana, but it seems to me all that paperwork is worth a longer natter. Too bad your food was a fail.
Ayup, Tim, hope things are good your end. (I could have put that better?) Hehe!
I’ve put a graphic of yesterdays 2nd round of injections, talk about bursting out with colour, the last jab mark is bigger than all the others. So colourful too!
I’ll count the Inchcock Holes later. Haha!
I feel bugged about the disinfectant, Amazing Amazon?
I stay at home to get covered, Tim. Hehehe!
Bad day today, I’ve been up for 18 hours now, not had owt to eat yet, and I’m so weary! Ailment slowed me right down with the blogging. Tsk!
I’d forgot about the questionnaire, Tim, oh, dear, no time for blogging mean absolutely no time for them! Grumph
The nosh results are a bit variable this week.
I’m fighting to keep my eyes open here.
Cheers, Sir, TTFNski!
My end is looking up, as it were. That’s a lot of hours for no sleep and no food. I’ll see what colors you’ve come up with today.
Good enough for me, Sir! Hehe!
Just about to start updating the post, Tim. Due to sleep deprivation, I got up at the latest time for months this morning.
The Art Gallery must surely be interested…
TTFNski, thanks.