Tuesday 18th August 2020
Afrikaans: Dinsdag 18 Augustus 2020
I spotted signs of nocturnal nibbling, Guilt-Mode-Engaged!
Took the bucket and cleaned and sanitised it, washed the hands and off to the kitchen for the important stuff, a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea.
The sphygmomanometer readings were a little better today, the SYS was down a fair bit, I’m glad to report.
Jenny called me on the landline and put me into a more stable frame of mind. When she told me that she had had similar phonecalls, and they would all be cons! Bless her!
I had an updating session on Facebook, then time approached for me to get the ablutions done. And what a mixed bag of a session this one was!
ABLUTIONALISATIONALISTICISATIONING REPORT:
I got through the doorway, without any walking into, banging into, knocking over anything, or losing my balance! Smug-Mode-Partially-Adopted! Then stubbed my toes against the enamel on the sink riser! Cleaning the teeth went almost painlessly, and with only two dropsies! Bit of a disappointment in the shaving department, five dropsies, and four cuts, but not serious ones. The cartilage in the fingers, mostly to blame. The showering went well, only three-dropsies! The showerhead (which did not land on my toes this time!), and the shower gel bottler (2). The towelling drying off had a couple of close calls, I almost had the things off of the floor cabinet twice, but somehow they rattled together, some fell, but nothing fell on the floor! Great!
The medicationalisationing was a lengthy grind today. I’ a smidge worried about using so much of the Phorpain Gel, considering the new warning notes in the boxes, about folks having their body parts burst into flame when they were too close to a heat source. (Not joking!) I had no option but to use the gel on the usual areas, knees, right ankle, wrists and shoulders. But today, the cartilage in the fingers was worse than they’ve ever been, so I gave the fingers on the right hand a good dubbing. I just hope that any visitors today, are not smoking. Hahaha! The furuncles had to be ointmentated, very carefully, to avoid any of the Chlorhexidine cream getting on to Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and conversely, with the Germoloid Cream! Fiddly work! I should have been a Doctor you know. Hahaha!
Oiled the ear canals, sprayed eyes for Saccades, and Chlorhexidine creamed the bruises, with no bother. A bit of a challenge in getting down to the ankle ulcer and Oedema creams. But the long picker-upper and some ingenuity on my part, although I made a right mess of doing it, meant it was easy enough, if complicated. Haha! However, I was in two minds whether it needed doing (the ulcer), cause it looked like it was virtually cleared up now, compared to yesterday? Almost just freckles showing? Although it was still stinging a bit. All confusing!
Then, the most painful I’d left until last. (Coward! Tsk!) Little Inchies fungal lesion, applying the Fluconazole hydrocortisone cream was done. It didn’t bother me at all!
Abltionalisationing Advice available, to other multi-ailment sufferers. At cheap rates!
Got the PPs and trousers on, and off to the kitchen to make a brew of Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam Tea!
Herbert started to bang and knock from above!
I took a shot through the balcony window.
At long last, I started to create this blog. And the landline burst forth and flashed again. It was my Brother-in-law, flat breaker, Cancer suffering, going bald after his Chemo, Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred, Pete.
We had a jolly good natter. Poor lad, his hair is coming out faster after his third session in the nuclear chemotherapy-pump. But he says he enjoyed talking to others in the same boat at the hospital. Last night the bloke woke up feeling sick, and he was. I think this is not a bad thing, as the bodies natural defences are telling him they want to rid the innards of some sort of danger. Easy for me to say, I know, but I believe this.
We managed to have a laugh between ourselves, said our farewells, and I went to make yet another brew, this time of Glengettie. The tea had gone cold again. Tsk!
Still no signs of any Porcelain Throne requirements?
I went to make another mug of tea, Glengettie Gold. (I’ve a thirst on today?)
Went out in the balcony and took these three pictures of the parked cars along Chestnut Walk. Not many spaces available, I can’t see any, in fact?
Hello, Herbert’s giving me some more tip-tap knocking again. I wonder what he’s making this time?
By the time they turn to rain, the clouds might have moved to Skegness. Haha!
I’ll get some garden peas shelled methinks. Perhaps have a fishcake sarnie, peas and tomatoes later? Or not. A rough estimate of peas loss: 20 – Found or retrieved: 8. Humph!
Hell, Herbert! Give us a (swear word removed) rest from the banging and tap-tapping will yer!
Taste Rating: 6/10.
I did the washing up, then for once, I eagerly got down in the recliner to watch some TV. The cause of this avidity was I could get the headphones on, thus not have to listen to Herbert’s tap-tap, clunking! I realised that getting to sleep was not going to be an option.
I got settled down again. Praying for some rest, anything so precious as sleep would be a sweet bonus.
Back to the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, sickeningly beige-coloured, recliner again. (The exercise will do me some good perhaps? Haha!)
Wrote some notes on the pad to remind me of evenings farce for this diary. Then turned off the TV, and with hopes of sleep, I covered my head and eyes with the thin quilt and then waited for Sweet Morpheus to arrive…
A sort of evening (and day really!) that I cou
And to think, a nearby neighbour, in Brookfield Place, two-up two-down terrace housing, right next to the railway viaduct in the Meadows area of Nottingham, nearly seventy years ago, a grand chap called Mr Wright, always used to address me as, ‘Lucky!’
If I’d known then, wot I know now… Hehehe!
The old photo of the kid reminds me of Benny Hill. At least you have seeing your lovely vampire to look forward to. Nicely arranged D grade dinner.
Ah, Tim, that Benny Hill look-alike was me, a few years ago, of course. Hehehe!
Spot on with Hristina, too, Sir, kept me going seeing her on Wednesday. A bad, sad day indeed, otherwise!
I oped things would improve today (Thurs), but Gmail has gone down, thne Virgin , and Gmail is still down! Oh, and a stubbed toe already.
I’ve got to laugh, just not very convincingly, Sir. Hahaha!
Abltionalisationing Advice available, to other multi-ailment sufferers. At cheap rates!
It really is quite amazing just how much multi-ailment sufferers (MAS) know that wound-care professionals do not. Lisa has firsthand experience in multi-ailmentology not covered in medical textbooks.
Ah, Bilumski, Lisa should head-up an Annual Ailmentologist’s Assentiveness, Asseverating Appreciation Association Almanac, oh yes! Bless her, she’d be the head-sufferer, director and editor. Professor perhaps, lecturer and guide for others! She’d do a grand job!
No kip last night at all. More bother this morning, mate. Gmail has gone down. Not allowing me to send messagers, not saving anything I write! Humph!
Still, on the bright side… erm…
Hehe!
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Lisa was scheduled for a gastro scan today. Found out that barium is also something that gives her severe allergic reactions — another allergy to file under the letter “B”. Barium-induced blistering. And so, of course, it goes 🙂
TTFNski
Poor, Lisa. Some better news is more then needed, bless her.
Another link by the way, Barium meal. We is all the sufficient souls of insufflated sufferers! And the danged Corona-virus, making things so much worse.
You must both be so frustrated.
I like the sound of “sufficient souls of insufflated sufferers!” — another T-shirt 🙂
We have much company in confronting Coronavirus, but we’re masking our way along!
Hahaha! Another t-shirt? An idea!
We’ve a spike in cases here in Nottingham, the paper reveals.
Spike Milligan comes to mind.