Two TFZer Gals, in the woods – Hahaha! ♥
Sunday 12th July 2020
Croatian: Subota, 11 Srpnja 2020. Godine
I bravely hauled my Herculean, muscular, young, fit Adonis-like body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, decrepit, out of action, beige-coloured, rickety recliner, without a twinge from any of the ailments, and singing aloud, ♫ “If I ruled the World” ♫!
I foolishly tried the computer chair to ease myself up from the floor. Of course, it ran away and knocked the tray off of the Ottoman when they collided! I stayed down on my knees, well, it seemed a sensible idea at the time. And picked I up the bottles, pill box’s, wristwatch and mobile phone that had tumbled from the Ottoman, and put them on the recliner. Then, I used the recliner to attempt to raise my overly-adequately-stomached body from the floor.
After a few minutes, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had calmed down, and I took the EOGPB with me for cleaning and sanitising to the wet room. I also went through a few moments of surprise, fear and sheer agony; yes, I had to treat the Harolds Haemorrhoids and furuncles at the same time. However, it all went well.
If one drop of Harolds Haemorrhoidal ointment should touch one of my furuncles or boils or visa-versa, I will know about it. I did this last month, and still remember the discomfort, I even cringe when I think about it!
I came out from the wet room half an hour later, feeling rather self-satisfied at how well I thought I’d handled the mornings’ creamings, so’s to speak! I felt a Smug-Mode coming on.
Now I was instantly in a pickle! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Saccades-Sandra, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were failing, Dizzy Dennis was present and ready for action, and Anne Gyna joined in giving me grief.
All I could do was limp to the recliner and sit down in hopes of some sort of recovery. I had a swig of the spring water, closed my eyes and felt so sorry for myself, it sickened even me! Tsk!
Yet, I soon felt much improved in myself. Farrah’s Furuncles and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had both responded to their medications and had eased off tremendously well, within about five minutes. Only Anne Gyna and Nicodemus were persisting. I have to admit, getting back up on my painful uncut-toenailed feet again, I was a little nervous, but things were not as bad I thought they might be.
Worra start to the day, Grumph!
Then I got the Enoxaparin injection sorted out, no problems and for once, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Nicodemus’s
I got the needle in the Sharps box, I jiggled those inside around a bit, and now there is room for a few more. Cunning eh?
Only the product was more substantial and stubborn. When things did start moving, I had to apply as much pressure as I could bear pain-wise to force things along! I even took a photo of the poorly toes and feet
Some slightly streaky blood had flowed, but not much, so I assume this was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They had taken a battering this morning. Tsk!
I was drained by the time I finished and sorted everything out. And shortly, it would be time to start prepping Josie’s meal.
So I got on with the ablutioning. A record number of dropsies today. You name it, and it was probably dropped! Although not the showerhead, thankfully.
Two cuts shaving, cleaning the teeth started Toothache Thomas off.
I got dressed and very carefully, hobbled to the kitchen. I was determined not to walk into the door again! And I didn’t!
The views from the new, anti-photographer, thick-framed, impossible to get to for cleaning windows, were to me, incredible! It looks like it’s going to stay with us this good weather. I took these three shots, left, ahead and to the right. I used the Canon today, the Nikon is on charging.
The landline flashed. It was Brother-in-Law Pete. We had an excellent nattering session. The lads going into the City Hospital again on Tuesday, for a pet scan. (Well I hope they don’t find any cats in there! Hahaha!) 12:30hrs, He’s due. I told him to take his camera so he could photo the flats. Wished him all the best. I hope that Jane’s coping with it all.
I delivered to her flat door on time, I’m good like that, you know, trying to be punctual! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
Back to the flat, and decided to do the second injection early, so I could concentrate on the blogs. Well, when I dropped the trousers and PPs, just look at what I saw! Blimus!
Now, surely the Tate Gallery must be interested in these? If they can pay a do-do who made a pile of bricks a fortune, what should these fetch? No, you’re right!
Many more hours were lost, thanks to the ailments making typing and concentration so tricky today.
No wonder I was feeling so knackered and had a humdinger of a headache! I got the evening medications imbibed straight away. Better late than never! I had another sachet of Macrogol as well.
I answered some comments on WordPress, but I’m not sure who and what I put for certain. I’m so shattered. Been up for
After washing the pots, I somehow found the energy to do a Morrison order. Due on Monday 20th July. I’ll have to manage without the favourites for a while until then. Gives me a chance to get some of the other stuff eaten. It’s just that I do love the lemon mousses so. They had no lemon bleach available – Humph!
I filled in the City Care record log, better late than never, and took the evening medications.
I got down in the recliner, but amazingly was finding it hard to get to sleep! Watched some TV, they brought on a few short minutes-long nod-offs. So that helped a bit.
It was just gone midnight, and I remembered I’d not taken the polyethylene-glycol Macrogol. I got up, went to the kitchen, made the drink and imbibed it.
Days like this, I can do without!
Oh my, you have quite the abstract expressionist, sudo sadomasochistic markings of a syringe wielding madman. If that description doesn’t interest the Tate, I don’t what will. Looks like nice weather outside to be locked inside. It’s a little like the song “Inside Looking Out”. Grand Funk Railroad’s version of the song implies needles if I remember correctly. Looks like a fairly decent meal.
That got me smiling, thanks, Tim. I’ve just aded iot to todays blog: Tim Price told me; “I have quite the abstract expressionist, sudo sadomasochistic markings of a syringe wielding madman.” Love, it! Brilliant!
I’m wondering if I’ll be up to going out again, it’s been that long, Sir. Tsk! Schluberdubersnarl!
Hope all well your side of the pond, well, I hope your coping. I ain’t doing too well over here, but being cheered up is good, thanks, Tim.
Well, inside looking outm sums it up.
Not a toe stubbing! Lol, on top of everything else, that is annoying. 🧐😷
Hahaha! I’mn ready for ahything, Resa. Well, I’m not ready, but I expect anything. Hehe!
I can’t understand how the Prime Minister or one of his flock of MPs, hasn’t read my blog, yet. And sent help with my getting some medicalisationing done.
Perhaps they have, though?
Hope you’re managing out there? ♥ Thanks.
Somehow, I had not heard about the famous pile of bricks in 1976. The Daily Googler reports that it caused quite a stir and quite a few good laughs. The needlework on a belly of Inchcock can do something that that brick pile could not — move about and change from one day to the next as spectacularly as a set of Nottingham clouds. I’m conjecturing about a collaborative effort that might find you resting upon the pile of bricks and displaying your needlework art. Tate bought the original pile o’ bricks for £2,297. I shall forward this idea to the Tate people and report back to you. 🙂
By gum, that was well presented! I recall I had just been made up for the first time to Manager of the Lilly (Or mayube Lilac) Grove Greengrocers and Fishnongers shop in Beeston at the time of the famous brick display Billum. The locals were as amazed as I was. Dumbfounded!
All a part of life’s introducing one to sophronisationing. (I think I might have spelt that wrong, sorry)
Hope things are going alright, Billum? TTFNski.
Thank you for those words, kind Sir! I hadn’t known of Sophron until you mentioned him right here, a Greek writer and humorist from around 2400 years ago whom I am now calling a kindred spirit. You have to wonder what he would have to say about our strange times.
“All a part of life’s introducing one to sophronisationing.”
Indeed.
TTFNski from me to thee. 🙂
Thr poor devil would have a heart attack!
TTFN Sir Billum
The older I get, the more puzzling does everything appear. Indeed, showing up after 2400 years would be more than enough to stop your heart in an instant. Worra world.
🙂
Sanity vs insanity. Which really is the better one for you?
I have my doubts! Hehehe!
Cheers, Billum!
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man gets signed up for enucleation surgery.
I like your vision just fine!
Cheers, Sir Inch
🙂