Two TFZer Gals, in the woods – Hahaha! ♥
Sunday 12th July 2020
Croatian: Subota, 11 Srpnja 2020. Godine
03:30hrs: The nowadays standard waking up wanting a wee-wee, started the day off. Haha!
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” ♫! 
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Oh, alright then. I fumbled and bumbled my way to the edge of the recliner, leant forward to grab the four-pronged walking stick, missed it and overbalanced. I fell to my Arthur Itis-ridden knees on the floor, agitating the already inflamed rear-end furuncles and piles! 
Groggleknockers!
Because of the urgency of the needs of the bladder, I crawled to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to make sure I got there in time. However, I did manage to arrive in time, and then spent ages waiting for the WSSUL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Unremittingly-Long) post-micturition after-dribbling to finish! Crikeyumecky! Brogglesknockersworth!
Getting back up on my feet, really ought to have been filmed for posterity. That, or to be used in educating the young on what to expect when they get old and infirm! Hahaha!
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.
It took a fair bit out of me, but perseverance and determination got me up on my feet, just in time for Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley to kick off big time. I imagine it must have looked like some poor devil with St Vitus’s dance (Sydenham’s chorea). I thought it wisest if I sat down again, sharpishly until the shaking had stopped. If Peripheral Pete kicks-off with one of his involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, I’ll be going over for sure.
Grobbledangknangles! I sat on the mobile phone, and the rear-end boils and Harold’s Haemorrhoids both let me know of their disapproval! How I wished I could have restarted the day!
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.
It’s often a mistake, losing concentration like that, I hit the edge of the door with the right arm and shoulder. Saccades-Sandra was the cause this time, my vision blurring making distance awareness weak. Blockstooum! Oy Gevalt!
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. With this morning’s record of calamities, I resisted going into Smug-Mode!
Cautiously off to the kitchenette, and took the morning medications. Late of course, with all the altercationalisationings, suffered.
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 
Neurotransmitters behaved themselves while I performed the medicating.
Then I did the Health Checks, starting with the sphygmomanometer. Oh dearie me, the BP Sys was still a bit high at 172. Mmm!
Next, I did the ear-hole body temperature, and the thermometer told me it was 82.2°. Sounded alright to me?
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? Then 
filled-in the record log in the folder.
I made a brew and took it with me to the computer, and consulted the notepad, cause I was all confused about what had gone on last night and this morning. I set about updating the Saturday blog.
Sadly, as Saccades eased off a little, Nicodemus and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley both became so naughty and persistent, I knew things were not going to go well with the blogging. So many ailment induced mistakes, and I was ever correcting, and often getting that wrong too! Also, the Microsoft Photo gadget was often not recognising the SD and or drive, things were getting to me now.
Then I needed to go for a Porcelain Throne visit, so I decided to get the ablutions done at the same time. (I think I was hoping that the Microsoft Photo thingy would start working of its own accord while I way away?) It didn’t, of course. Cracklepackers!
They didn’t work out as planned either! As if I wasn’t over two hours behind schedule by now anyway, I found myself sat on the throne, I’m not joking, for over an hour! I sang songs, whistled, planned the end of the world and bringing back hanging, just like yesterdays 
visit!
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 
while awaiting some action. On the bright side, I don’t know-how, with all the agony I was in, but I finished a crossword! Well, I nearly finished it, I had to look up one clue, but that’s the nearest I’ve been to finishing one since the stroke.
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 had a toe-stubbing against the shower chair when I moved it. The showering went okay, bearing in mind I had a few dizzies in there, but I know where the grab rails are now, I’ve grabbed them often enough. Hehe!
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 concentrated on Josie’s nosh then. Buttered kippers, smoked haddock, giant butter beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, and it turned out, one of my best ever tasting cheesy mashed potatoes! A can of G&T and a little lemon cake.
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.
When I went to have a look at what I might have with the leftovers from Josie’s meal, what a shock! It was now past 19:00hrs!
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
Got the meal made ASAP. I was so tired and did not make any effort to beautify the feed, just dolloped it in the bowl. But, by-Jimminee, I enjoyed it! A flavour rating of 7.8/10 was granted.
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 got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up.
I filled in the City Care record log, better late than never, and took the evening medications.
The pots were out of sync. I think with being so confused and tired, I may have taken them twice? Schlepper!
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.
On the way back to the chair, I somehow got my right leg entangled with the four-pronged walking stick! How I kept my balance (but it was a good thing I was not carrying anything at the time), I don’t know. A sneaking Semi-Smug-Mode was adopted all the same!
Days like this, I can do without!
04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing! 
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I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.
I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with. 
But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe? 
Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late. 
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.
As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. 
I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!
I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal! 
I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out. 
They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk! 
I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to. 
typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic? I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe! 
I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.
03:30hrs: Rose awkwardly from the c1968 recliner, and utilised the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Well, it took that long, I feared that I’d get a telegraph from the Queen, so long did I stand there tinkling away, at the LDYSSM (Long-Dribbling-Yet-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) evacuation!
I poddled to the kitchen, a precarious job this morning, the balance was not good at all. I took my time purposely. (This often happens a few hours after injecting the Enoxaparin) In hopes of avoiding any toppling over’s. Then I had to return to the bucket again, for a wee-wee of the same type. But the colour had changed from the one five-minutes earlier? A pretty orange tinge to this one. I took the EOGPB back with me to get it cleaned and disinfected.
The first job, I thought I’d get the morning’s Enoxaparin Injectionaliscalisationing done.
I got the needle in the yellow box and updated the log folder.
Back to the kitchenette, did the Health Checks. The Sys is very high again, Humph! Temperature with the ear-hole thermometer was a much healthier 36.4°c. Got the mushrooms in the crock-pot and made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam. 
: Off to get the ablutions done. A good job I went early, cause I was delayed by the Woodthorpe Court Gremlins, causing me all sorts of problems. And that was with having a shower! Knacklewrangles!
(I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!) 
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! 
I went on CorelDraw and Paint, to make up some page-head graphics. 
all I had to do was take them into the kitchen. 
Went to get a ready-made, one that I did earlier, bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and notice how the sky had cleared up of mist and rain. 
Back to the computer, and took another shot through the balcony. The rain had stopped again, and a bit of brightness threatened. 
I injected the Enoxaparin and filled in the record log-folder. 
Deana arrived and left some paperwork for me. We managed a couple of minutes worth of ‘precious-to-me nattering’, and departed, me thanking her. 
I got down again and nodded off too quickly, I’m afraid! I woke in need of a wee-wee and heard the intercom as I was on the way to the wet room again. (Lucky that was!) This disappointing disinfectant delivery had arrived! 
TFZers Jillie 
01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why? 
I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety. 
I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.
Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!
Then, after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.
Then off to get the ablutions tended to. 
I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.
An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink. 
Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!
results of this mornings rest. It was. 
saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.
I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter. 
Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles! Hehehe! 
I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again. 
No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! 
The intercom chimed and flashed. It was Iceland’s driver-delivery. The chap arrived and dropped the carriers through the door for me. Well, he put then in the middle of the door runner for me. I had a job holding open the door to move them inside. The bloke looked a little frazzled and mentioned how busy he was. So I thanked him and 
I got the fridge food sorted first. Beetroot salad, mushrooms, red onions, skinless sausages, pork & pickle min pies, brown bread thins, new potatoes, and potato salad. Got them into the fridge, just enough room. 
I got back to the apartment eventually. Haha! I’d also ordered some Peri-Peri salt, I’ve never had it before. As I put the cupboard goods away, I stuck my finger in the pot of salt, to try the taste of it. Blimey, it was hot! 
I got back to doing this post. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and had another wee-wee. Washed the dandies, and got the meal prepped. I got the diced beef in the slow-cooker, adding some gravy granules and veg pot seasoning. Later I added some sliced red onions, garden peas, potatoes and
I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the 
crockpot stew. 
This stew came out better than I expected it to. I’ve got another pack of the diced beef to have tomorrow, but I won’t be putting any of the Peri-Peri salt in it. 
I spied them on the carpet a few feet away from where my muscular, highly tuned, healthy, Adonis-like, young, fit, desirable to women, six-foot-plus, power-house of a body, had landed from the fall off of the chair. Hehehe! 
Luckily, I had the picker-upperer laying on the next chair and utilised it to retrieve the spectacles. 
02:45hrs: Woke, worked my abdominous, pot-bellied torso, and dangly thin limbs, free of the wabbly recliner, wobbled over to the bucket for a wee-wee. 
A bit of a marathon job this one was. But it had a new cloudy-bluish/grey hue to it, which was a first for me. Hum? I wonder if the seedless red grapes I had last night might be to blame? The loud annoying ‘Hum’ accompanied me, as I whistled and counted the cracks in the ceiling while I waited patiently for the LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) style wee-wee to end. Then a little longer. For the diabetes-inspired, insipidus Post Micturition after-dribble, to be over with. Try saying that when you’ve had a few bevvies! Haha! At least it was painless!
Ah, maybe it knows about Social Distancing? Hahaha! 
I made a brew of Thompson Punjana tea and left it to cool down ao as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much. 
air enough? 
The knees were fatter. 
on updating the Monday diary. 
I started the new potatoes in the crock-pot. 
Added a little soy sauce and fish vinegar to flavour them a tad.
I set off to get the ablutioning done. 
a few times! Granglespithowlations! 
waste chute. 
She thought I looked a little bashed about (her words). I didn’t see the blood coming from the back of my head, not worth worrying about, only a tiny bit of it from the fall backwards on the door edge, I imagine. She was in a rush again, but I still enjoyed listening to her as she worked and chatted to me. Bless her! 
ing on this post, and got the fish in the kiln. 
The level was the lowest its been in a long time, at just 1.3! 
eaking up my answers. A kind and patient lady. Thank you, warmly M’am! This cheered me up and made the process so much easier to cope with. 
Enoxaparin Injection, and FIVE Warfarin tablets! Wednesday AM: One Enoxaparin Injections. And she is trying to arrange another blood test for me on Wednesday, so just the Enoxaparin Injection for now. Then the lady will contact me with the results and new dosages etc. for me. 
I thanked her muchly and hoped that I could read my scribbled notes to get them recorded later. 
23:30hrs: Woke up in need of a wee-wee, struggled out of the recliner to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), for a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode leak, and believing it to be much later than it was, stayed up. I went to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea. 
Then got the Health Checks done. All the readings looked fine today. (Worrying, Hehe!) The body temperature showed just as ‘Low’ once again. 
My legs, however, were looking almost normal! A bit more meat on them, the Clopidogrel lumps and lesions were hard to find, and the veins were still hidden under the flesh, just like they were 
yesterday! 
So did it.
depressed again! 
As the cage got to the ground floor and I stepped out with the trolley, all hell suddenly broke loose! Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and Toothache Thomas kicked off! How I kept my balance, I don’t know, but I was rather pleased with myself for doing so. No injuries or bruises, apart from a twisted knee and the uncut toes hurting. 
The plan was to take snaps at the far end behind the flats (one on the right here), then to limp along to the entrance end of Chestnut Walk, and hopefully, to get 
I spotted a notice telling us the roof terrace on top of Winwood Court was open, reminding us about social distancing, etc. 
Back in the flat, I got some water in the saucepans in case I need any hot for anything before the heater comes on in six hours’ time. I foolishly made a hot drink of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea but threw it away. Toothache Thomas would not approve of my drinking anything hot. I also took two extra painkillers.
Then, it happened again! Fortunately, for only a few minutes, and self-corrected itself. (I wish I could do that with myself, Hehe!) 
A healthy-looking plateful was finally dished up. Tomatoes, Surami sticks, battered fish strips, a few red grapes, and some uneatable, cardboard tasting buttered bread thins (they had to go in the bin). Got nosh served up.
A lousy night! 02:30hrs: I fear last night was one of the worst kips for months. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, she was the main perpetrator. It seemed every few minutes she was giving the right scapula some stick, often viciously. The shoulder and neck are aching so much at this moment. This had not happened nocturnally before? 
I got up, nippily too, onto my feet, to find that my balance was not right. A fleeting thought of my possibly having had another nocturnal stroke, was soon dismissed, as I managed to quickly correct my tumble back into the recliner, and preventing any painful clashes between Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the boils and the arm of the chair! 
I could not have done this if another stroke had been suffered. This cheered me up a tad. Well, a lot! 
Brewed the tea, let it cool down so as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much, while I did the Health Checks. Much betterer readings this morning. 
What a kerfuffle, foofaraw, hurry-scurry, fracas, hullabaloo and time-consuming start to the day! Unglefrogwogglings!
Went to make a brew of tea, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. Almost a pleasure after the last few days of concrete evacuations and crosswording while I waited. It was still painful, but far less so. And, this time, no bleeding either. Highly satisfactory! The Macrogol seems to be easing the situation. I’ll just take one later, I don’t want to get all blocked-up again. 
Quick photo session now the day is brightening up. Very p
The pins looked even thinner this morning. Am I withering away? I wish they’d take some from the stomach first. Hahaha! That is getting ridiculously massive!
osing my balance and hitting the edge of the door. 
I got on with prepping Josie’s meal. I put extra Leicester cheese and butter in the cheesy potatoes but used instant mash with chives today. It came out smelling and looking good. I nibbled a forkful, and it passed my taste-check for Josie.
Eventually, I got semi-sorted, not comfortable with shoulder pain and shakes. 
I reached for the tube of Phorpain 20% that
No sooner had I done the embrocations, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, although not with any real urgency this time. So, I freed my laboriously, wobbly stomached body and skinny limbs from the c 1968, none-working recliner, and off into the kitchen, and made-up and took another dose of the Macrogol. Then to the wet room. 
A good wash and wipe around, and off back to the kitchenette. Where I tended to the Health Checks. Starting with the usual sphygmomanometerisationing. The results looked good enough for me. The stick thermometer showed up as ‘Low’. I had another sachet of Macrogol, then made a brew of Glengettie Gold. 
I went to make a mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took a snap with the Canon, having changed the aspect on the settings, to 16:9. This is the resulting photo of the oh, so blue morning clouds. The wind was getting up, and just like yesterday, the damned ‘Hum’ got a lot louder. It must be terrible for anyone with normal hearing. 
It’s all most confusing.
I went to get the ablutions sorted out, and a decent session it was, too!
session! 
the chap, and the Iceland man cometh to the door. He dropped the carriers in the doorway for me. I slipped him a can of G & T, he said thanks, and off he trotted. I got the bags through to the kitchen and noticed the rather large pack of Quavers. 24 packets! How had I bought that size? 
dirt one them either.
state. The fish strips that should have been frozen were well soft! 
Have Morrisons and Iceland both got something against me? The Swine! Ah, well, enough food in to last for ages now. 
I got the bags dropped down the chute, and returned, even more limpingly back to the apartment. Only to find I had missed taking two carriers with me to the chute! Swear? Me?
Noshing preparation time! The pork shoulder slices didn’t look very appetising, but by-gum they tasted fine. The fries, peas and tomatoes were alright, too. 
0310h
As I got in the wet room, I realised I’d had another decent sleep! Over five hours, and without a single interruption for any wee-weeing! Oh, Yes! The release was of the BOASA (Blasting Out-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. That’s more like it, at last, a none-sprinkly and no-pain evacuation! Yee-ha! 
I hobbled to the kitchen, but my balance was not quite right. My EQ told me to take extra care this morning. Did I listen? Yes, of course! 
I carried out the Health Checks, a
stink. Threw all of the dodgy ones away, dried the decent few left, and got them in the crockpot. I added some Fish Sauce, Squid brand. No squid in it, of course, just Anchovy 82%, Salt 15% and Sugar 3%. A delightfully tasty addition to the potatoes, especially when having battered fish strips, as I intend to.
I was taking the camera, in the right hand, but with the strap on the wrist. The mug of tea in the left limb (So I thought I was taking care!) And the balance went as I got near the fireplace, and over I went, to the right, of course, it’s always to the right since the stroke. 
Ages later, the movement ground its way worryingly slowly, agonistically out. I was bloodied and weary!
Then, on to updating the funny ‘support-funny post’ for my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred, Brother-in-law Pete. Who’s today in the City Hospital, on a qualifying course, and hopefully, the new Chemotherapy treatment can start as well. I hope he can get a smile out of it, despite his worrying condition. Got it finished.
I took this shot blindly, it had to be unseeable, due to the thick-framed, letting rain in, unreachable to clean unless using the life-risking stop ladder, new kitchen window. Most probably designed by a young photographer-hating and gerontophobia suffering designer! 
The meal was one of my betterer ones this time. Smug-Mode-Engaged! A flavour rating of 8.9/10 given.
