Inchcock – Fri 27 Nov 20: Cognitively declined, tired and mentally confused. Hey-Ho!

TFZers in the Garden – What’s going on, though?

Friday 27th November 2020

Dutch: Vrijdag 27 November 2020

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23:45hrs: I woke up suddenly, to suffer the headache-giving wild Thought-Storms bounding about ricochetting off of each other, and making little sense, as they fought each other to be the one to send me daft, demented or doolally! I had a minute or two of semi-panic.

Now, this is hard for me to explain with any clarity, but, I’ll try: I was (I think) dreaming it – and seemed to wake up a second time, and the flaming Thought-Storms were still there! They then died away within seconds, and Anne Gyna took over as the worrying-stakes lead-tormenter. Gawd almighty, she was giving me some stick!

No wee-wee or Porcelain-Throne visits were needed, so I knew something in the brain, body or both was amiss!

I battled bravely and got my Brobdingnagian-blubbery-bellied body up onto its feet. Taking extra care to avoid another Accifauxpa like yesterday (Harolds Haemorrhoids are still suffering from it!). I took my time and did the balance-regaining exercises, following the instructions (painfully) from the After-Stroke Team to the letter! And made my way into the kitchenette, to get the important thing done – make a brew of Glengettie tea.  Snortle!

The wee-weeing started, let’s take it as if they were approximately three-an-hour, that’ll save me time and typing. Thank you.

I got the kettle on, made the brew, and got the Health checks done. The Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer didn’t work first time again, did on the second attempt. Giving a slightly lower SYS of 161, and a higher DIA of 80. The pulse was spot on the button, at 70 BPM.

The new contactless thermometer gave a satisfactory 35.°c reading. In the green again. Yee-Haa!

When it came to taking the medications – Boing! I found I’d missed taking last night’s pot, again! So took the evening ones and added a Dioctyl® poop-softener capsule. I will take the morning ones, later on, around 5-6 o’clock, but must remember to take out the Dioctyl®!

Started the updating of the Thursday IT diary. And it took me hours and hours. Not because of Nicodemus, BPB, SSS or Neuropathy Pete dancing, indeed only BPB was any bother at all, and she was a lot less harrowing than yesterday! (Inward-Smile emerging). Anne Gyna was still in destruct-mode, but this did not affect my typing at all, my concentration, yes! The photographs I’d taken yesterday, on my ill-judged trip to town were the greatest time-taker-upper job.

I pressed on merrily and got the updating finished. It cost me until 05:00hrs, but I was reasonably pleased with the results. Got the blog posted off to WordPress. Pinterested some snaps and emailed the link. Then the overdue summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, I wobbled off to the wet room.

I get confused at how the evacuations change in style every day lately. This morning’s effort had  Constipation Konrad as the clear 2-0 winner over Trotsky Terence. Which meant the pain when passing had to be endured again. That, I wasn’t too pleased about.

So I took an extra Dioctyl® poop-softener capsule afterwards, as I made a new mug, this time of Thompsons Punjana tea, and got back to the computing. I did the Facebook updating first, then answered some WordPress comments, well, The comment. Hehe!

I went on the WordPress Reader section, some great stuff on there today. Then I started on today’s post. I was getting into it and realised I’d not drank the Punjana! So went to make a brew of Glengettie to replace the gone cold tea. (I do a lot of that!)

05:20hrs now, I took the belated morning medications, but forgot to take the poo-softener out of the pot first! Now I could be in more bother! The next visit to the Throne could well be one of the messier variety! Message to Self: Concentrate when taking your tablets. Idiot!

I received the local Email letter, and a few items were of disappointing news:

• 65 Covid Deaths reported in Nottinghamshire in seven days!
• Nottingham has been plunged into Tier 3
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Time for some brekkers methinks. I got some potatoes in the crock-pot.

The top came off pf the Soy sauce bottle, and instead of a couple of shakes of sauce going in, it was half the bottle! Hehehe!

I made the breakfast-noodles, adding some gravy seasoning to it. I shan’t be adding gravy seasoning to any more of them; it was not very nice.

Then, I turned my keen, educated, efficient, diligent, alert, receptive, bright, and concentratedly-reliable attentions, to getting the Ablutions done.

The session went reasonably well; apart from the teeth bleeding, three cuts shaving, a mega-drop of the showerhead that hit me on the knee with a fair wallop, a bang against the left grab-rail – quickly followed by a knock against the right grab-rail. The cap came off of the lemon shower gel, and (albeit not too bad a one), a toe-stubbing on the sock-glide. I knocked over the Germolene, Olive oil dropper and the Daktacort. (the Daktacort is still missing), and approximately twelve dropsies, it went well.

I finished the medications, got dressed, and sorted out some waste bags to go to the chute room. Added the bottles for the glass bin to the box, on the trolley and off out, to the chute first, then down and Stewart took the bottles from me. I limped along to see omnipresent Obergruppenführeress, ILC, Pole Dancer, and Warden Deana, to ask for help with sorting the prescriptions out for next month.

She was in when I arrived, but busy, of course. I explained about someone from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, told the Doctors receptionist they would not delivery the prescriptions anymore. I needed clarification on this, before next Friday when they are due. Whichever, yay or nae to delivering, I need to know the date I can arrange to pick them up, then a volunteer needs to be searched for, this is why I am asking a week in advance, last month there was no answer to Deana’s calls at all. But, they are Volunteers! Deana will call them next week, Monday or Tuesday for me. I thanked her and returned to the Woodthorpe lobby.

Back up to the flat and set to work on updating this blog.

The landline chimed out and burst-forth with flashing. It was Sister Jane, I got an update with their medicalisational activities. They are as busy as I am nowadays.

Pete has to have another Cat Scan, then meet with his Doctor this Monday, then on

the following Monday, a Pet Scan, and meet his Doctor. Then, has to have his bone-morrow tested again! Porr cocker! The lad is not used to all this medicationalisationing stuff. But he’s catching up, and I think coping well with it.

Jane says she is catching up with me in the Whoopsiedangleplop stakes Haha! She’s put two does of drops in her eye this morning! (Copy-Cat! Hahaha!) She thinks there is some shadow recognition, no proper vision yet. Well done, Pete and Jane!

Well, I must get some graphics done in advance, and I hope I can stay awake long enough to get some templates made up for future use for the diaries.

As I struggled to glean enough concentration from working on CorelDraw and WordPress to make the headers, Herbert kicked off ith his noise again. I was tired again and irritable with myself. Constantly making mistakes and having to correct them, making the time tool grow by hours! It was well passed my head-down time, but a new determination and commitment to get them done was with me.

Herbert continued with his clattering, I wonder what he is making, I’ve never heard these type of reverberating noises before. Still, him being a deipnosophist, garrulous, or a lover of persiflage. More a sort of taciturn chap. So, I’ll never know. Hehe!

I’ve never had a train set, you know. Just thought I’d mention it!

Suddenly it was getting dark. I made a brew and took this picture.

Although I was struggling with my concentration on CorelDrawing and the template making, I was enjoying doing it, especially after Herbert had quietened down bless him.

I took a break, made a brew, had a wee-wee, and got the Cilli-Con-Carne with added passata and gravy in the saucepan, and got two brown baguettes out to oven bake later to have with the meal.

Little did I know that it would be several more hours before this occurred! On and on with the template-making, I plodded, but in a semi-contented fashion, I admit. Saccades Sandra was making vision difficult.

But then Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, reconnected, and for hours! I made the most of it, and continued graphicalisationing with gusto!

I had another break, and went to check on the cooking, turned the heat down, had a wee-wee, washed, and when I returned to the kitchen, I took a photo of the beautiful night sky. Took the first shot, and viewing it, though, hell there’s a fire on the horizon in Nottingham?

I took two more zoomed-in pictures. It seemed to me that they were coming from near the Victoria flats? I got the news on the computer, but there was no mention of any fire in Nottingham?

  I, at long last, got them all completed (The templates). A mixture of pride and weariness was being enjoyed… When I smelt the burning! Argh!

Oh, dearie me! The baguettes are going to need soaking in gravy to eat them without breaking any more teeth! Guffaff!

So, I turned off the computer and served up the meal. But there was no way I could eat much of it, I was just too drained mentally.

Most of it was thrown out, bread and yoghourt as well. A lot of cleaning up was tended to as well. I took a shot of the late evening view, imbibed the medications, had a wee-wee, washed, and checked the kitchen for anything left dangerously.

I think I may have scorched the skin a bit when I got the baguettes out of the oven, only to throw them away. Humph!

Stripped off, got the jammie bottoms on, and down into the c1968 recliner.

Getting to sleep was no problem tonight. Mind you, it was five hours later than my usual kipping time. I just knew it was going to be a marathon, and getting up would be an unwilling struggle.