Saturday 29th August 2020
Sethoso: Moqebelo Oa la 29 Phato 2020
I whipped down the PPs and got settled down sharpishly on the raised seat, There followed one of the most horrendous evacuations I’ve ever had. Sadly!
I hobbled to the kitchenette, and needed another wee-wee! I can’t keep mention this, but it kept on all morning, every wee was of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painless) type, and,
I took a snap of the morning view, then got the kettle on the boil, and retrieved the BP
The Sys is still a bit high, and the pulse rate was up – this is possibly due to the nightmare evacuation farce on the Throne, and all the upset of the proceedings, methinks?
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and took the medications. Then off to Computer Cameron, and made up a template. Then updated the Friday Inchcock, which, after the horrendous start to the day, went almost smoothly. Oh, Yes! The ailments were all, apart from Toothache Terence and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, being kind to me! A long job, but I completed it in record time. Smug-Mode-Utilised!
After an hour or two, and many wee-wees, I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjabi. I got some new potatoes in the crockpot, to marinate, with sea salt, and some fish vinegar for a while, I’ll put the hear on later.
I visited Facebook and read and posted some stuff. Then went on the WordPress Reader section. Time’s flown, I’d better get the ablutions done. Back in a bit…
I’m back! Not as easy a session as yesterday, but that was a miraculously damage-fee special one-off session. Back to a closer to the norm performance today. Hehehe!
ABLUTIONALISATIONING SESSION REPORT
- On arriving in the wet room, the need for another Porcelain Session came. And a painful one it was! But far easier than the first one all the same.
- Oh, dearie me! The cistern was not coping with removing the waste product! I had the lid off and kept flushing and refilling via a jug from the sink. I poked in the inlet pipe, and found it part-blocked with the toilet block seals? I gave up after that, I’ll have another go later on. Gragnangles!
- Too early to use the shower, too noisy. So I cleaned and medicated my lower regions, but gave up trying to stop Harold’s Haemorrhoids from bleeding, I’ll try after having the stand-up wash. When I can concentrate easier. Flagtoggles!
- Pickleglobknobs! The teeth cleaning was a nightmare, well, morningmare, bleeding gums, agony from the toothache, and four dropsies of the paste and brush!
- The one job, shaving, did frit me a tad. Yet it went so well, only twp dropsies of the razors, and one of the foam spray. And, only one tiny cut above ear-hole. It always amazes me, why does my hair grow around and in the earholes, but nowhere else? Just a thought. Confusionableitis!
- Cleaning around the rear end caused a few stings from the furuncles and piles. Ohh-oh-ho!
- The dreaded medicationalising, was as to be expected, hurtful! Hahaha!
When it came to putting on the fresh PP’s, I lost my balance a smidge, I didn’t go over though. Instead, I put my hand out on the floor cabinet to stop myself toppling. Thus clearing just about everything you can see in this photograph! Grobbleknangles!- Note the screws up Haemorrhoidcream tub? When picking things up, I dropped that one three times! On the third effort, it bounced off of the raised seat, on to the wall, and rebounded landing behind the pipework! Grigglebogsblowit! Took me a lot of effort to reach it with the short picker-upperer (Donated to me by Jenny, Bless her ♥), and I had to knock the cartilage damaged finger getting it!
- Then I had a bash at freeing the waste product. More flushes, and prodding in the hole. It’s still not all gone, but I’d had lost heart and felt atrabilious. I left it, to try yet again later on.
I got some trousers and my slippers on, and
I got the kettle on for a mug of Thompsons Punjana.
Ah, Herbert’s at his model making again, I reckon. No drilling and hammering this time, just the odd tap-knock and clunk. No problem at the moment.
I had a look at the many emails awaiting my attention. Busy looking time coming up for next week.
I had a perusal of the Nottingham Local E-magazine. To find some of the latest Coronavirus figures available. It took a while, but I managed to
The cunning way in which they have changed the central figure from total to just new cases make it look far less to worry about.
Yesterday’s figure: Four new infections were recorded in Nottingham – bringing its total up to 1,337. Across the wider county, there have now been 3,366 positive tests confirmed since the start of the pandemic. This is an increase of 10 since yesterday, with Broxtowe recording the highest number of new cases (three) in the last 24 hours. However, there were no new cases reported in either Mansfield or Ashfield, while Bassetlaw, Gedling, and Rushcliffe all recorded two new cases.
Consumed it with relish, and got the pots washed. The fatigue and weariness dawned on me as I sat down, but would Sweet Morpheus arrive? No!
Put the TV on, in the hopes, this might help. But, no! The danged Thought-Storms began! Confusion, aporias, and incongruities flourished! They produced a sort of habrobaniacal state of mind! Claptickleisations!
Those kind of days do make you wonder and wander and wa under and go under. Your SYS seems to be holding around 150. A bit high, but seems to be your shtick at the moment. Your DIA is a bit higher today. An anomaly? Are you still at room temperature temp-wise? Very nicely arranged meal.
33.4f this morning, Sir.
33.4 has to be C. “Has 2 B C” might make a song title. Anyway, that is 92ºF which is above room temperature.
Ah, another arithmaphobia Inchcock Cock-up! Tsk! The chap ought to give up really. Hahaha!
Good job I’ve got you reading, Tim! I thank you!
I quite enjoyed a fine word find on IT today (a redundancy there) — habrobaniacal. Also a unique bit of usage that provided me a nice set of blog entries on that very theme:
https://www.google.com/search?q=habrobaniacal&oq=habrobaniacal&aqs=chrome..69i57&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Google suggested that I try ‘habromania’. I shall add both terms to my collection. Thank you, kind Sir!
‘lumski
Merci Mon Ami!