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Sunday 18th October 2020

Afrikaans: Sondag 18 Oktober 2020

03:00hrs: I wrestled my body free of the recliner, and used the now relocated nearer to the recliner, EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and proceeded to sprinkle/spray weakly just about, around 3-fluid-ounces of waste-water into the bucket. Painfully, and it took me a few minutes to get rid of so little! No MAD (Micturition After-Dribble). Unfortunately, it was deep orange again! Cleaned and sanitised the bucket.

So, off to the kitchenette, I stumbled. Neither the BP sphygmomanometer nor the thermometers were working, (But I am hoping to have one of each delivered later today, from Amazon – hopefully not too late that I miss out on getting any Sweet Morpheus again!).

As I started taking medications, doubts came into my mind, I’d just taken four of the tablets, and there were still seven in the pot? I do not usually have eleven tablets of a morning, indeed? Confusionableitis reigned. Ah, of course, I’d put the Dioctyl® and MacroBid® in the pot with the others. Sorted!

I needed a second wee-wee, put the kettle on and meandered wobblingly to the wet room. By gum, what a difference this one was! Back to an OSVTP (Orange-Storming-Vicious-Torrential-Powerful) mode! Caught me out that did! 

Washed and medicated (Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding a bit), and to the computer, thanks to the incapable, overpaid, money-grabbing, predatory, rapacious, moralless, quomodocunquising Mr Fries’., pathetic Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media service being so bad, it took me three or four times as long as it should have to get the updating of the Saturday blog finished and posted! Oy-yoy-yoy!

I got the blog sent off, Pinterested a couple of photos, and spent some time on Facebooking catch-up. Went on the WordPress Reader section, some decent blogs on there today. I enjoyed answering some comments, although had to bother getting the replies to show up as taken, later finding out I’d responded to the same thing three or four times? Not sure if it was WordPress or the Internet that caused this. They both have a record of unreliability.

It seems like I’m having a lot of Whoopsiedangleplops this morning, things not going right etc., Grobbleknangles!

As I started to do this post

Summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. As I made my way to the wet room, I felt twitching coming from Neuropathic Pete’s right leg, which bodes that the ubiquitous was preparing to launch another of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. I hope it comes before I get in the shower, it’s always more dangerous when it happens there, ending up with more severe injuries. Fingers crossed!

Got down in the Throne, noticed some blood in the PP’s as I whipped them down, that’ll need investigating after the session. I feard a return to the Constipation Konrad mode, as things did not start, and pushing things along was too painful.

I got the crossword book out, did a fair job too, filled several answers in… well, alright, two! Things restarted, totally under the control of the innards, and swiftly evacuated, it felt to me as if a massive amount had been released. Still, when I rose, everything had disappeared without my flushing yet? The blood on the TP reminded me to have a check around, once flush and the water was cleared of everything. Confusionableitis was back!

Oh, Gragglespitgurgle! I was losing haemoglobin from front and rear! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had lost a fair bit, and the rear-end was still leaking blood! A rather delicate piece of cleaning up and medicationalisationing had to be done, now. Harold’s Haemorrhoids, if indeed it was from him, were extremely painful and tender. Good job I’ve ordered some over-the-counter Hydrocortisone cream to be delivered on Monday. And the Germoloids cream last week, cause I used a lot of them today, and after the ablutions, will need to do so again. Old age and senility, bring along challenges, pain, despair and embarrassments; so be prepared you young un’s out there. You’ve got to grit yer teeth! (Well, what few you’ve got left) Hehehe!

Al cleaned up and sorted, and I went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. Then made a start on this post, just as SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) started to kick off. (Elongated, Loud Sigh!) Luckily SSS didn’t stay with me for long, this time.

After a couple of hours, I stopped and put the computer into sleep mode, and went off to get the ablutions tended to. Hoping that SSS stay calmed down, and the Dancing leg will wait until after the showering and dressing, before attacking me again. What are the odds of that? Off to gather the needs and to the wet-room. I go a message on the mobile as I departed, left it until after the showering.

Ablutionalisationing Session Report

Under the circumstances, these being, that I have not shaved for a day and a half, so anticipated possible problems there, cut-wise, and Neuropathy Pete’s Warning of a possible right-leg, free-fall dance routine being imminent, things went reasonably well! The legs looked much betterer, too!

Shaving, there were a few nicks of course, but only a couple or so, no bad ones. A visit from Dizzy Dennis in the shower, again, not a bad one, and very short too. Just the one clout against the grab bar, when I was retrieving the shower-gel bottle, I’d dropped. An overall estimated total of dropsies is only about eight, that’s fabtabulous!

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Got dressed and back to the kitchen, where I did the hand-washing. A zip-up jacket and pyjama bottoms were done, rung and hung to dry. They should be +done by about the end of November.

All hell let loose! I checked the message on my £240,000Black Diamond VIPN Smartphone… well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, a smidge of hyperbole crept in there. Hehehe!

The message was from Amazon, telling me the delivery of either the sphygmomanometer or thermometer or both, will arriving today, twixt 11:25 and 12:25hrs. Which is going to cock-up my plans for making Josie’s dinner!

I tried to get her, but realised it was not going to be easy, cause it was 09:00hrs, like SisterJane, Josie is a slugabed. In between making the bin-bags up and taken to the waste room chute, and prepping Josie’s fodder, I tried several times to get hold of Josie. 09:20hrs, 09:30hrs, and at 09:55hrs, she answered the door. I felt terrible waking her up. But needed to know if it was okay with her if I served her nosh earlier this week. I explained about the sphygmomanometer and maybe thermometer was being delivered twixt 1135>12:55hrs. And I needed to be down in the lobby then, to collect it or them. She confirmed this by reading the text on the mobile phone, informing me of the same.

No problem with that, the lady announced! Told me I didn’t look very well, and wished me the best, as she closed the door, bless her.

I got back in the apartment and took the second Dioctyl®, of the day, and got the crossword book in the three-wheeler, a pencil in my pocket, and hastened down of the lobby to await the arrival of the whatever it is coming from Amazon, via DHL, or is that DCL? I settled in the chair nearest the door so that I could keep an eye out for the van.

• I got out the crossword book. But soon realised I had not taken the reading glasses with me. And soon put the crossword book back in the trolley bag.
  
• The light in the lobby kept going out, frequently with the odd spell of flickering thrown in. So I wouldn’t have been able to to the crosswords even if I’d taken the reading spectacles with me!
• Then I noted that I had not taken the lock-fob with me either!
• I got up to stretch the pins, and clouted my ankle against the table!

I am not going so well again today.

I met Penny coming in. She was in a rush I could tell, but kind enough to have mini-natter with me.

An hour later, I spotted a white van going by, and it returned but went by the flats. At first, a mild-panic set it. “Is he delivering to the wrong block?”

Nope, all okay, he returned to Woodthorpe and handed me the box. It wasn’t immense or massive. I assumed that the contents would only be either the BP machine or the head-thermometer. I thanked the chap. Back up to the apartment to investigate. Got the trolley in the corner, and then realised I had not called Sister Jane back yet. So I did.

We had the odd laugh and natter, although the connection was a bit tinny and vague at times, I had to guess at what Jane was saying. I enjoyed it all the same.

Then, I set about checking out the new sphygmomanometer, that’s all that was in the box, a lot of packing paper though.

Many years ago, when I bought my first machine from Boots, it cost me £35, but it lasted well. Also, I can recall the first time that I used it an error message came up.

Well, it did with this new this one, too! Hahaha! It took about three times as long as the old one to come up with the results. Not complaining mind you, this metal (or tin) cased one, only cost me £19! My EQ told me not to get too hopeful with this one? 

I got on with searching the ‘YourArea’ email, for owt of interest. (Anything to stay awake, and not miss the thermometer coming)

I found two photographs that will be of interest to locals, maybe others.

 

 

 

 

And the latest Coronavirus figures.

Which seem to be getting slightly betterer this fine, more hopeful day?

I went on CorelDraw, to try and get some TFZer graphics done. I decided to fetch a bottle of my spring water first, to help with the wee-weeing, that has come to a stop! Guess who dropped the bottle and felt a right Schemiel in the process? Clapbogsworthyness! 

Aha! The second  Amazon man arriveth at the door, with the contactless Thermometer. I slipped the young man a can of plonk by way of thanks. Cause he looked so tensed up and unhappy. But it brought a smile to his face;  that was worth a lot to me.

I opened the box and proceeded to get thoroughly confused, trying to read the instructions. The print was so small; even the spy-glass didn’t help. When I tried it, of all things, it brought on the haziness and double vision from Saccades Sandra! Humph!  I put the two AAA batteries in and blindly farted-around in hope, more than expectancy, but got a reading. I can’t find out how close to hold the machine to the forehead, but some kind soul might be able to read the instruction for me tomorrow.

I managed to get it to record the forehead temperature, which was as the old thermometers read, only a tiny bit higher at 34.4°c. I’ve no idea how I got it to work. But there’ll be time later, to get more confused and baffled in the morning’s efforts at it.

I put the things away and turned my attention’s to making some nosh. I made too much again, by a long shot, and ate perhaps a third of it, which was more than enough for me tonight. Then Jenny-supplied yellow tomatoes and the shallots were all eaten up, but little else. Serves me right for making too much again. Hehe!.

Sweet Morpheous resisted me once again, and I turned on the TV, I thought it might bore me to sleep, but it only brought on the confusing and embarrassing Thought-Storms.

Gragnangles!