TFZers at the ‘Cool-It-Cabin! ♥
Thursday 27th August 2020
German: Donnerstag, 27 August 2020
But what was the expergefactor of my body and mind being so suddenly disturbed? I lay a second or two, waiting for the pain to reduce from the rear end, and listened intently for any noise, there was none. Well, the ‘Hum’ of course was present! I gingerly removed my abdominous, protuberant, jelly-like-bellied, beyond-its-sell-by-date, welmish body-mass from the rebarbative £300, c1968, second-hand, stomach-churningly beige-coloured rickety recliner. Metal Mickey in hand, I had a hobble around, hoping to find the cause of my sudden midnight return into semi-consciousness. No reasons, signs, or indications were found.
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer, to create a template. Then made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. It took me a long time, as so many photos from my enforced hobble last night had to be sorted and included. Hours later, I got it finished and posted off to WordPress. I’d only needed three wee-wees all the time I’d be updating. All of the SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) mode.
I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Pinterested some snaps used in the diary, and sent the link off, did a bit of Facebooking, read and responded to some comments, and visited the WordPress Reader section. While doing so, I felt the innards slowly brewing, and a slight ache eventually matured into stabbing pains.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Hoping I can pass things this time. Fingers crossed!
I decided to get the ablutions tended to, as I’d been so long with the evacuation.
I was extremely careful with the teeth cleaning. Two dropsies.
The shaving had two little nicks and four dropsies.
The washing then produced six dropsies. The drying off, just the one dropsy.
I got a black bag made up, and taken to the waste chute as soon as 08:00hrs arrived. Made a brew and got the paperwork for taking with me to see ILC, Riechsführeress, and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, to ask her to phone the dentist and opticians for me. Oh, and the Chemist too.
I was hobbling well this morning now, I met Mary on her way out, we nattered en route along Chestnut Walk, which was jolly nice, and I wished her well as she poddled to the bus stop. Then I nipped into Winwood Court lobby and called at the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens interrogation cell, and Ballerina, Obersturmbannführeress Deana, was inside. She made some phone-calls for me;
- The opticians: Who asked some questions, and got me an appointment for Friday 4th September, at 09:40hrs.
- Then she rang the Dentist, the best they could offer was Thursday 5th November, at 08:30hrs.
- The chemist was contacted by Deana, who told her that the prescriptions would be delivered on Saturday 29th August, after 1700hrs.
Had a mini-confab with Robert outside the flats. Then I watched a trail of dog walkers passing by to the park.
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, letting it go cold (Toothache!), and got the appointment dates down on the Google Diary while I thought about it.
Then I had a bash at creating some more Inchcock Today page top graphics on CorelDraw. Got the sad inspiration for the Inchies thoughts Ode, and made it up, sent it off to WordPress.
Chinwags and phone calls. Not bad at all.Nicely arranged, decent looking meal.
Thanks, Timothy.
A betterer day, methinks. And the nosh was super!
TTFNski, all the best to everyone.
Good of Obersturmbannführeress Deana to set up those important appointments for you, kind Sir!
I enjoyed reading that letter to a ‘coward’ — triple-underlined. Written from a fire in the belly too, I like that.
Falling asleep at the snap of a finger (as if either of us could snap a finger, of course 🙂
Here’s to excellent kips!
Billumski
Aye, I’d be lost without the gal, no doubt about it, Billumski. The writter of that note, has my respect, too, Billum. I can’t imagine why anyone would do such a thing? Some ulteriorlistical involvement methinks?
You snapping of a finger mentioning, had me trying to do one… Argh! The Osteo-Athritis-Oliver promted, PIP Proximal Interphalangeal Joint immediatley advised me again trying this. Hehehe!
A ‘wonderfantastic’ five hours of Sweet uninterrupted Morpheus last night! I hope and wish you and Lisa cam attain at least the same, Sir.
Cheers.
.
Actually, I do not think I’ve ever been able to snap my fingers. Crack my knuckles either. 🙂
Glad to read the ‘wonderfantastic’ 5, particularly fine when uninterrupted. Lisa is still piecing together a few hours at a time, unfortunately — probably about 5 total hours in the last 3 days?
‘lumski
‘lumski, that’s an acceptable variation, Sir! Hehe!
Please tell Lisa, I shall be sending best wishes and hope of Sweet Morpheus’s attendance, through the ether.
TTFNski, mein Freund.