The Lovely Smile of the TFZeress ♥
Wednesday 14th October 2020
Welsh: Dydd Mercher 14eg Hydref 2020
: 03:00hrs: Due to the wonderfully pathetic service from Liberty-Global, Virgin Media internet connection, constantly going down today, this will be a short, messy, and quick diary of the day’s disasters. And with CorelDraw playing up something rotten, I’m stumped for time to get things done. I’m very sorry about this. Not as in-depth and revealing as usual. Still, being the twerp I am, I ended up staying up late to get caught up with it.
If you know of any reasonably priced, reliable assassins, perhaps you’d like to arrange for Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global boss. To have a visit? New York-based global investment equity firm KKR announced Wednesday that it acquired Corel, taking ownership from Vector Capital. I can’t find the animal in charge there, but I hope he or she is in pain and catches the Virus.
Of course, I’m only joking.
Rose, and had to use the Porcelain Throne. Argh! Constipation Konrad still in charge. Agony! But the leg ulcer was looking so much calmer, now.
Got the Health Checks done. The BP results were scary. Took the medications.
The stick thermometer was also playing up and not giving a reading, other than low.
Onto the computer, will a determination to get a crack-on… Hahahaha! With Libert-Global and CorelDraw’s combined inabilities and constant cock-ups, there was no chance!
The internet was going down so very often! Frustration turned to anger later. Humph! It did sp, so often, I shall not mention it again, well, we’ll see!
Facebooking was a grind, not pleasure. Pinteresting was farcical! I was getting into some fine messes on the computer!
I kept knocking off, doing other jobs, I took a snap of Chestnut Walk.
Then stupidly thinking things would come back on proper. What a clot I am! Got the ablutions done, took my time and it was a fair session, no injuries, although the dropsies were more than plentiful.
I tried ringing Warden Deana, to ask her to ring the Doctors for me, to order some Macrogol on the next prescriptions for me. But there was no reply. Either busy, or on holiday, or moved somewhere else?
Jenny rang. She is having the same struggle with Lacksadisical Liberty-Global. She suggested I send an email asking for prescriptions, which made me wonder why I wasn’t doing this. Hehe! I did enjoy the little natter and laugh. ♥Later I recalled getting the letter telling me they cannot take prescription requests via email, anymore. Tsk!
Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not received the email link. I wasn’t surprised I’d forgotten to send it, with all the mayhem this morning. I apologised and said I’d do it as soon as, or if, I can get the Template made up. We had a longish chinwag, and that broke the depression, cheered me up. ♥
Then off to the Porcelain Throne again – another bad one, no improvement, despite the Macrogol and Dyoctyl, I’m on. But, no bleeding this time from Harold’s Haemorrhoids! And the legs were all calm. Bloodless looking mind you.
Uncomfortable in the extreme, I got some bags of rubbish made up and taken to the waste chute. Not the easiest of tasks this morning. I loaded the three-wheeler walker guide with the various sized bags and hobbled with them (Not dropping any en route, Smug-Mode-Engaged!) to the chute room.
Made a brew, and took the Docusate sodium and an extra Maccrogol sachet. I’ve not got a lot of confidence in them, but fair do’s, give them another day or so, and they might start working. Or not! Well, they didn’t, making me very late in getting my head down, to catch up. Brunglebogs!
I had a go ar making the graphics again. I spent more time correcting things than creating owt! Grrr!
And of course, the internet kept packing up in the middle of doing things!
THe wee-weeing was frequenter than ever, but only dribbles most of the time. I checked the colour against the chart, and it was still on No.6, very dehydrated.
On the other side of the NHS card, was a reminder to drink 2½ to 3½ litres of liquids a day, while I’m on the Dioctyl capsules for the week.
But, I have no decaffeinated tea in stock.
So I was taking spring water in between the Thompsons Punaja, Glengettie, Assam and Glengettie Gold, brews.
Then, I remembered that I forgot to send the blog links off, so got it tended to.
The ‘Hum’ was accompanied wit he few taps, knocks and clunks, from Herbert in the flat above. I wonder what model he’s making today? I rarely see anyone nowadays with this lockdown for a chinwag. Mind you, he’s a bit of a reticent, taciturn sort of superior acting bloke, so I’m not missing anything there, then.
Off I poddled to the wet room for what must be the twentieth wee-wee of the day, possibly more actually.
The leg ulcer seemed to be getting a smidge more inflamed? And the Clopdogrel lumps and papules looked like returning.
Time to take the evening medications now. Then get some fodder prepared.
As I got in the kitchen, I found that I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running, and now had no hot water. Ah, well, at least I haven’t done this for at least three days. Humph!
I had a go again at getting the lid off of the balsamic vinegar and honeyed shallots. To my amazement, I got it off! Well pleased with this! I split the contents, half and half, with the original jar to be taken down for Jenny and Frank, the other half, having put some of the onions on my plate for later, went in an old lidded plastic container and into the fridge. I rang Jenny to tell her I’d be calling, but the gal was busy on the line. Got the Jenny-jar in a bag, ready to go down.
Got the potato cakes in the oven, took this photo of the afternoon view, then gave Jenny another call on the phone. The gal was still busy, so I got the stick, and a jar of pickled shallots and went down to put them outside her door, rang the bell and then had fun getting the list back up. Hehe!
Got back at last, and worked on getting the dinner made up. Not much cooking involved at all. But I managed to burn the potato cakes a bit too much, even for me. Hoggleglumps! The new shallot onions and the Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes were the highlight of the meal. The Lidl potato thins, reminded me of chewing newspaper when I was a kid, and short of food – but the newspaper had more taste. Hehehe!
Put the pots in the bowl to soak, and I got down in the c1968 non-working recliner that my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-Law Pete broke, when he was clearing the flat of my monies and valuables after I had the stroke… Where was I? Oh, yes, head down with the only intention being to get some sleep. But no! Although I was spared any Thought-Storming tonight, Duodenal Donald made an excellent substitute ‘Keep-Awakener’.
I didn’t bother getting up, to take any of the nugatory Peptac medicine, and tried to carry one, ith little chance of, but getting to sleep!
But Duodenal Donald was on top form tonight, and out of desperation, I got up and gave myself a pretty reasonably nasty toe-stubbing en route to the kitchen, to have a large guzzle or two of the weak ineffective, inadequate, not up-to-the-job Peptac medicine. There were no spare Omeprazole capsules, now they come in the dosage-pods, but things were so painful and uncomfortable with Duodenal Donald, I took one of tomorrow mornings ones, which I may well regret in the morning, methinks! I swallowed the capsule and took the pathetic Peptac bottle to the recliner with me, and it was well used, but to no effect. Humph!
Fed-up? Me? Hahaha!