TFZer, Nancy ♥
Monday 14th September 2020
Khmer (Cambodia): ថ្ងៃច័ន្ទទី ១៤ ខែកញ្ញាឆ្នាំ ២០២០
04:00hrs: After a most peaceful four-hours of deep-sleep, I stirred back into an imitation of life, and immediately the innards demanded I have a wee-wee and visit the Porcelain Throne.
Almost like a fifty-year-old, I was up from the c1968 recliner, I’d caught my balance without any bother, and was making my may to the wet room. Amazing! Zoooom!
You should have seen the walking stick woggling along… Yes, things were starting of their own accord from the rear-end again! Would I make it in time! The few yards seemed like miles…
I clouted my right shoulder on the door-frame entering, this set of SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me some discomfort, and I’m afraid caused the removal of the PPs to be a tad longer to do. I suffered the embarrassment of a premature evacuation! Broggleknockersworth! The motion itself was a messy affair, but it was super-fast, far less hurtful than usual, and only minimum bleeding.
Mixed results then. The cleaning up took an awfully long time, and Arthur Itis’s knees suffered, with all the bending to clean things up. Bagged and tagged the waste, and placed it ready to go to the Dirty-Bin.
The cleaning of my magnificently honed, toned, and muscular young torso’s rear area went easy enough. Ahem!
The certain areas medicating was done, new PP’s on, a good scrub-up, and off to the kitchenette.
The sphygmomanometer revealed a high SYS reading again, Tsk!
However, the stick thermometer reading told me it was now up to 34.9°c (94.82°f), which is higher than it has been for months now. So things are looking up in that area, at least! I took the photo a bit clearer this time, used the Nikon.
With my not being able to nod-off last night, and my getting-up so late, I was now well-behind with things that needed to be done this morning. My EQ told me a problem or difficulty would soon arise. I wish he’d shut-up at times! But he is usually right, nay, always right!
On the computer, and created a page-top graphic on CorelDraw for tomorrow’s diary. I then pressed on with updating Sunday’s post. I can say, the typing suddenly became so much more mistake-ridden, as Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, were both in a gentle mood with me! But bearing in mind the EQ’s earlier warning, I combated the temptation to go into a Smug-Mode.
When I’d got the blog finished, I sent it off to WordPress. Then put some snaps onto Pinterest, and got the template ready for today’s Inchcock effort. Stoped there, turned of the computer to let it cool down, and poddled off to get the ablutions done.
As I stripped off, I did notice that the right leg’s Clopidogrel allergy marks had started coming up further on top of the foot. Both of the legs also had many new papules and spots appearing.
The old ankle ulcer patch had faded further, but it had moved a little, down towards the heel. Still, a change is as good as a rest. As some twit said.
The teeth cleaning went almost painlessly! And it might sound far-fetched this, but during the shaving, I only had one dropsy, and got only the one tiny cut! The Smug-Mode could not be resisted this time! Haha!
Fair due’s, the showering was not so good, but it’s been a lot worse at times. One dizzy, but it was a nasty one, that lasted a few minutes. I hung on to the grab bar while Dizzy Dennis was with me, and felt no effects afterwards, so that was a plus! A few dropsies followed; the shower gel bottle, the loofa (3), the carbolic soap (2), and a decent bash on the head, on the shower box as I bent down to retrieve the soap.
Drying off, medicationalising, and freshening up, bore no real hassle or accifauxpas. Even the furuncle seems to be dying off suddenly, so much reduced pains compared to yesterday. The Smug-Mode Defcon went from Grade 4 to grade 3! Hahaha! I also spotted the many new spots, and papules had appeared on the chest as well. And, I think my treble-chin, is turning into a fourble-chin, the man-breasts had grown considerably, and as for the belly! Tsk!
I got trousers and the long-sleeved maroon zipped-jumper on. No socks needed, so I avoided suffering any bruised, trapped, or bloody fingers again. Then, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. My breakfast was three of the cold potatoes from last night that I had not eaten, some mini-cheddar biscuits, and a banana. Gawd, I live well!
I nipped out on the balcony to try out the Kodak camera, that confuses me more than any other one I’ve ever had. I wanted to try some long-distance zoomed-in shots, each in a different setting. I could not see any difference in the three pictures of the high rise building in Nottingham! Or maybe I had got changing the shot-setting wrong?
The highlight of my little photo session was the last one I took, as I dropped the Kodak Camera as I was shutting the danged windows! I steered the escaping camera with my left knee so that it fell into the three-wheeled trolly bag on its way down. No damage, I don’t think, I hope not anyway. The photo when I uploaded it, left me guessing what it was of?
As I got settled to try and make more graphics, a message came in on £817.15 Qualcomm SDM845 Snapdragon 845 10 nm 128 GB RAM, the Nokia 9 PureView mobile phone. Well, it’s a Nokia anyway. Hehehe!
It was from the Nottingham City Homes, Repair Team. They are now telling me they will call on Tuesday 15th, tomorrow, to do the Fire Alarm repair, instead of the original date, which caused me a little concern. Could this be the upcoming bother that the EQ warned me about? I thought that Tuesday was the day when I had to stay in, for the creeding to be done in the lift lobby?
I checked on the calendar, yes, I was right. Warden Deana is on holiday, so I can’t ask her to call them for me, so I put extra olive oil in the left earhole, got the hearing aids in, put the landline on handsfree, and rang the number given on the text message.
They must be very busy. I waited, and the phone replied with a long recorded message, that I could only pick out the odd word, like rent arrears, Coronavirus, and departments. The ringing started and a statement apologising for keeping us waiting, saying they are busy, the music started… this happened eleven times. I was on the phone for about 20 minutes, then a lady answered. It was hard hearing her, and I kept having to ask her to repeat things, then she told me to hang on (Hahaha!) while she arranged for another appointment to be made, the canned music again… she returned on the line and told me they had rearranged it for Thursday 17th, 08:00 > 12:30hrs. Which was good, I had nothing on the list for that day. I thanked the lady and got the details onto the Google calendar updated.
Back on CorelDraw. Got one done, and the fatigue fell again. I’ve it for any concentrationalistical stuff now, going to get some nosh made. As I was making the fodder, the landline burst into life. It was dear, caring Jenny, to tell me she had got me some more yellow tomatoes and would bring them down later when they arrive. Bless her, I wasn’t really up to doing much, I left a bag outside with the milk for the gal to collect. She’s so kind.
I was sorry I’d got the meal done early, and will miss having the yellow tomatoes, but they will be all the more appreciated tomorrow! Yum! I had a few oven chips for the first time in a while. A tasty nosh, that I gave a Taste-Rating of 802/10.
As I was finishing off the meal, the door chimes rang out. It was Jenny, who’d left the delightful looking tomatoes outside the door. I got them into the fridge for later, they looked lovely.
As I was taking the evening medications, a Herbert-like tap-tapping was heard from above, I dropped the pill-box on the floor and it split open, and crunched my poor-old tender, arthritic, cartilage gristle tendons right-hand little finger against the metal counter corner. Skulkleclogglebonks!
I’m afraid my language in the response, was a muttered verbal outburst to the incident, and a few obscenities, and profanities in it. I felt a bit guilty after!
Sweet Morpheus was more reluctant than ever to arrive. About 20:00hrs, a noise from somewhere began, clunk, tap. scrape began for a few minutes! This made me surrender and give up trying to get to sleep. I put the TV on, and after a while, to my surprise, there was an interesting programme about true murders in London came on. Aha, thought I, I’ll watch this… Zzzz! Tsk!
5 thoughts on “Inchcock – Monday 14th September 2020: Asininity visited me today, and ruled the roost. Tsk!”
Billumski takes on a JohnWatsonesque bewildered and befuddled countenance. The first three (3) photographs provide far greater detail, they look Nottinghammish, are comprised of buildings, trees, a bit of sky in photograph no. 3.
What to do? How to solve The Mystery of Photograph Four?
Well, I carefully cut the first three (3) photographs into tiny jigsaw shapes, shook all those puzzle pieces in my hat, and spread them on a table. Before long, I had completed the puzzle — astounded to find that the pieces fit together perfectly, mirroring photograph no. 4 in all respects. Taking on quite a smug countenance I am.
Could Holmes have solved the mystery in any better a fashion? Who can say? The jury is out.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Did you really maketh a jig-saw puzzlum? On the computer? Clever monkey!
Number four shall have to remain a mystery, even one like wot-we-are, Holmesian, would struggle to find a satisfactory answer. (I think)
You little smug-counsellorer you, Billumski! Hehehe!
I might have exaggerated my puzzlum constructum skills a tad (whispering: well, less than a tad actually). However, the color combinations are intriguing.
Fank you muchum, kind Sir!
Anfd why not, Sir? Hehehe!
Nice photos. That’s quite a meal.