Inchchcok – Tuesday 22nd September 2020: Not such a bad day today… I’ll pay for this later, mind!

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Tuesday 22nd September 2020

The Republic of Tatarstan: 22 сентябрь, сишәмбе

04:00hrs: I woke, still tired after a much-broken sleep, determinedly resisting any silly thoughts of getting up. Then remembered the Falls Team and Iceland delivery had to be prepared for. As I lay there, belly almost hanging over my knees, still resistant to any physical activity, the need for a wee-wee arrived. And, it was a close call and bit of a struggle, getting myself out of the c1968 recliner, to the bucket in time!

Unfortunately, the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), caught me out this morning. Darned good job I had the PP’s on! There was probably more pre-dribble than wee-weeing, it was of the MSAOS (Mini-Sprinkling-All-Over-Short) variety. So, off to the wet room, cleaned and sanitised my body and the bucket. Then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne.

As I settled on the throne, the innards-controlled evacuation started straight away, grindingly-slowly, and painful it was too! Some liquid with this one. Streaky blood, but not a lot. Washed-up again, and changed the PP’s.

Off to the kitchenette, and got the kettle on, and took a Nikon picture of the morning view. I could see the cloud cover in the darkness.

Getting the teabag pot opened, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters caused me to drop the lid.

No problem for an organised person like wot I am, I got the short picker-upperer, leant down to pick up the lid, and clouted my mouth-chin on the corner of the counter! iI may have uttered something like, ‘Well, fancy that’, Ahem! Then as I was straightening up, I knocked the lidless pot off of the top, and my beloved Glengettie Gold teabags scattered all over the floor! I wasn’t going to risk bending down again, so I used the long plastic brush and dustpan to sweep them up, and put them in the bin. Fighting back the tears. Haha!

Then had to go for yet another wee-wee. This one was the same, an MSAOS (Mini-Sprinkling-All-Over-Short) type. Rewashed.

Back to get the Health Checks done. The photograph that I took of the Boot’s sphygmomanometer readings hid the DIA reading, so I added a seven to the picture. I pretty confident that’s what was on display, but it has been known for me to get things wrong. Hahaha!

The stick thermometer had a good reading today, 35.6°c, the highest its been for months, methinks.

Took the medications, but I nearly had another Accifauxpas opening the tablet pod. A spot of luck there actually, they shot of and all landed on the tray. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I got some mini-potatoes in the slow-cooker, and mushrooms in the saucepan, both with a little drop of the delightfully tasty, Squid vinegar to let them marinate. I’ll turn them on later, if I remember, of course. You should try this thin sauce, Mmm! 

I got the computer booted up, and had to make a template up first. Then, I could hardly believe it, I had to go for another wee-wee?

This one was a little more forceful, but not much, and the PMAD (Pre-Micturition After-Dribbling) did not catch me out this time! I waited for a moment or two afterwards as well, just in case of any after-leaks. By, gum, I’m getting the hang of this wee-weeing in old age, now. Hahaha! But it can be bothersome when one has to record every visit. I did the updating of the sheets of NHS’s Bladder-Bowels movements and details log. It is a palava.

Got an email and text message from Iceland. They gave an expected time of arrival for the delivery and told me to see the email for changes they have had to make to the order. So I had a look, they had not got any bleach available. No problem with that, I was only building up my stocks anyway. Fair enough!

I realised I had not yet sent off the Monday blog, but didn’t want to get halfway through and the delivery to come.

I got the ablutions carried out. Not one of my easier ones. Dropsies galore, toe-stubbing, cuts shaving, cleared the floor cabinet top with one swoop of the towel! However, the ankle and feet look there usual ghostly white, but the new ulcers seem to be dying off

The delivery arrived shortly after. I got the carriers into the kitchen and sorted out the fodder. It looks like a lot in this photo, but most of it was Christmas gifts for me to hand out.

Then I had to nip back for another wee-wee, the trickles again. Tsk! No pre, or post trickling, though this time.

Made a brew, I’ll get around to drinking one soon, instead of letting them get cold repeatedly!

I had a wash and updated the NHS Bladder and Bowel movements log.

Then I phoned Sister Jane and Pete, it was a lovely chinwag, but I lost connection at least three times, and Jane rang back, bless her. Just goes to show that even when you have new mobile phone, like their new £1,175.59, Samsung Galaxy Note20 Ultra 5G, Sim Free Android Mobile Phone Mystic Black phone. That comes packed with a pretty exciting spec list and that’s before you even consider the included ‘S’ pen. But if the network coverage is crap, it ain’t going to give a reliable service! Hehehe!

Not that I’m jealous of this, of course. Or their Lottery wins, Pools wins, being left a fortune by an unknown distant relative, etc. Ahem! Hehehe!

Twas nice to get a chinwagging in. And hear that Pete is coping with all his cancer treatments. Jane told me his hair now reminds her of Worzel Gummage. Hahaha!

I spent a long time in preparing the nosh tonight. With so many dropsies, I laughed at myself so oftern, and didn’t get all het-up like I mormally would have. So that was good; it may have been cause of the natter and laughs I had with Sister Jane?

The stew of sorts, a packet of beef in gravy, I made some extra Bisto and added it to the dish. The mini potatoes were gorgeous, the mushrooms not so good for some reason. But it still got a flavour-rating of 7.5/10 from me.

The plan was to take the dishes to get them washed, then settle to watch some of the Dr Who DVD, then search for Sweet Morpheus. This dishes and tray remained on the ottoman until morning. (Idle monkey!)

I kept nodding off for a minute or so, repeatedly having to rewind the DVD to find where I’d nodded-off. I gave up, and was asleep within about half-an-hour or so.

Zzz!