Inchcocksi – Monday 26th October 2020: The evenings effluviums, were evil!

A TFZeress performs at the ‘Sock-it-to-them’ stage night!

Monday 26th October 2020

Esperanto: Lundo 26a de Oktobro 2020

00:40hrs: I woke with the shakes and aches, especially from SSS Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley. Likely due to the shoulder-charge into the wet-room door frame, yesterday. Made all the worse, as is to be expected, hitting the wood with the dodgy neurotransmitter affected right-side, but bouncing off it and hitting the left shoulder: And going down against the grain! – I don’t want to do that again! – Oh, the feeling a fool, and pain! – T’was, the Peripheral Neuropathy, to blame! Not the best poetry, but it can naturally to me, Hehe!

As I lay there waiting for things to calm down, I hoped and prayed the need for a wee-wee didn’t arrive. It did! However, not until things were near normal again with the shakes, so nae bother Phew! I got my bulbous-bellied body free of the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and with no need to rush, I made my way carefully to the wet-room. Memories of the collision and tumble fresh in my memory made me a soupçon nervous as I went through the door. But all went well!

I soon wondered why I’d bothered going at all. The wee-wee, although now of a lighter shade, thus less infected, just wasn’t interested about coming out through Little Inchy? The bladder told me I had plenty of urine ready to flow, but only a few sprinkly drops escaped, and they still managed to sprinkle over me and the WC! What a waste of time and effort! Another cleaning up job!

There was a new stinging pain from the rear end, not a Haemorrhoid Harold sort of spasm, though. I investigated… gently… Argh! A new furuncle methinks! Oy, oy, oy! Here I go again, is it a sadist who likes pain, or a masochist? Hahaha!

I made my way to the kitchenette and got the kettle plugged in and turned on. Then started the Health Checks. I began with the Enoxaparin injectionalisationing. I do like these new hypodermics, far less painful than the old ones, to use, but no blue blood squalls are showing afterwards, at all?

BP sphygmomanometer showed that the SYS had gone down well from yesterday’s 171.

The pulse was up a bit, but this was nothing for me to fret over, methinks. I still can’t work out why this machine stopped working and has come back on?

The view outside, offered a magnificent spot of cloud-reading, with a pronounced and seeable creatures head (just left of middle in this photograph wot I took), I was tickled pink with it. Can you see it? I had to take the picture before the image changed. The nose, eye, mouth, with a chin as well, maybe a tail? The easiest bit of pandiculating, ever! Smug-Mode-Decon 3-Adopted! Hehehe! 

Back to Health Checking. The fancy new infrared thermometer came up with a temperature form the forehead, of 33.5°c, which seems fair enough.

I made the brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, dropping the milk sachet as I emptied it into the mug. Clapbogsworthyness! More bending and cleaning again! Tsk!

Of course, I wasn’t upset, annoyed or irked in the slightest about SSS making me have to clean up and go through the agony of going on my knees, and washing the floor. Or the even more painful task of getting back up on my feet. No, I took it all in my stride, almost jocularly, casually, with a pinch of salt! Huh!

As I was getting the computer going, the bladder told me to go back to the wet room. So, casually, I did. Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, got there just in time, and talk about a different style, this release was of the SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) mode. I was in there so long; I nearly grew a beard! Ah-well, it made a change.

I got on with the updating, time was flashing by for some reason, as I checked the watch. I felt a right Twillock when it dawned on me. I’d not changed the time on the magnificent timepiece that I got from the charity shop last year, for £2. Within days it started to go rusty, and within weeks needed a new battery for £15, and watchstrap (Which broke three days later), for £10. Still, it works. Hehe!

I got the waste-bags made-up, collected and collated, the onto the three-wheeler walker trolley. Rather a lot of them today, but I coped without any hassle to get them to the chute-room and deposited down the tube.

After more faffling about, getting things wrong and corrected, I think at least. I got it posted off to WordPress. I emailed the link. Pinterested some snaps, and had to move sharpishly back to the wet room, to utilise the porcelain Throne.

This session was so pongy, messy and almost green/Karki in colour, but that didn’t matter too much – cause it was a virtually painless evacuation! Yee-Haa! The first one for months! As I mentioned the other day, I think I did; A combination of the Dioctyl®, Macrogol®, Drinking a lot of water, and a few Chilli-Con-Carne meals seem at long last to have done the trick! I have another one later today, a canned job, not up to fresh cooking this Monday.

Mind you, and it costs me a fortune in toilet paper, WC cleaner, air-freshener, and disinfectant! Humph! Not to mention the agony of having to bend to clean up afterwards, and the inevitable dropping stuff or knocking it off the floor cabinet, and getting back on my feet again. Siver-Lining-Search-Results: At least I didn’t have any leg-dancers, dizzy spells, or wobblies! I lost a lot of time, though.

I decided after having a wash and anticepticalisationing session. I made a brew of my beloved Glengettie before getting back to the computing. Went on the WordPress Reader section, answered two comments (they flood in, don’t they). Then did the Facebooking catching-up. Created a template for today, which took me yonks, and then made a start on this blog.

A lot of dank-rain and sunshine as midday approached, ever-changing.

I hoped to find a possible rainbow, but no! The sun came out as I got on the balcony, and helped make another interesting cloudy picture for me.

My beloved, treasured, sweetheart of a vampire (phlebotomy), nurse, with her twinkling eyes, and beautiful smile arrived. She was in a hurry, as today I am an extra job for her, with having to have another blood test. I’m hoping they ring me back before I fall asleep to tell me the results, and what Warfarin doses and Enoxaparin injections to take. But it’s getting late now, so they might be late in letting me know. Never mind, though!

I got the can of Chilli in the saucepan on a low light and added some tomato & basil sauce, and Jenny’s yellow and red tomatoes sliced to the mix and stirred it well.

I didn’t want to fall asleep and get woken up again.

Oddly at the very time that I was writing this down, my £889, Nokia 8.3 5G, with 171.9 x 78.56 x 8.99mm, 220g Side fingerprint scanner, and Google Assistant button, Punch hole camera, LCD 21:9, 60Hz, and 6.81-inch display, rang and lit up.

These specs, may not be the same as Inchcocks phone, seen here on the left pretending it is on the web and has a camera. The old chap Inchy, doctored the photo on CorelDraw to add his Sister Jane, Brother-in-law Pete, and their much loved and missed, Mr Fooey, the cat, to his actual mobile)

It was Julie from the Warfarin Unit, asking if I had a blood test this morning, and I concurred. She was concerned because they had not received the blood yet, nearly eight hours after it was taken? So, it looks like another night of no sleep coming up! I’d better turn off the Chilli-Con-Carne the, I don’t want it burnt.

Now, I’m worried about Hristina too. Oh, dear!

Went on CorelDraw to try and get a graphic done,  for the IT (Inchcock Today) page tops. I only got one completed, then Julie called back with the readings. I’ve to stop the Enoxaparin injections. My INR level is up to 2. Warfarins Tonight; 2 – Tue 2 – Wed 2½ – Thur 2 – Fri 2½ – Sat 2 – Sun 2½. Blood test for Wednesday needs arranging with my Doctor. I was confused about this; I think she sensed this and said she would ring for me, thank you, Julie.

I took the medications. Washed, jammies on, got the nosh sorted. This canned Chilli-Con-Carni is not half-bad at all. I had two mini-pots of lemon mousse, and some brown bread thins with it. Using the tomato and basil cooking sauce in it, made things just a tad hotter than I would have liked, I’d hoped that Jenny’s yellow tomatoes would have calmed it down a bit. But I still gobbled it all up. Mmm! Tim Price, an enthusiast, connoisseur, aficionado, and Bon Vivant of all things ‘Chilli’ would have been proud of me. And also, besides and as well as, he thinks my new-found taste for chilli-con-carne, will keep things flowing in the Porcelain Throne area! I might try some rice with it next time.

As I washed the meal things, well, not the basin, that needed soaking in a bowl for a day or two in bleach and strong washing-up liquid to get the chilli stains out of it. Hahaha!

At last, I got myself settled down. Better late than never, got the TV on, started to watch a Gordon Ramsay USA programme, and was most annoyed when I didn’t fall asleep!

When I did drop off, I was woken up by the dang wee-weeing needs, indeed, a rarity for me at night. Grumbleblocks!

I woke again later, and, the effluvium from the rear end, nearly had me choking, Cor blimey, that Chilli-Con-Carne!