Inchcock – Thur 24th Dec 2020: Nottingham’s Answer to endogenousness!

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Thursday 24th December 2020

Romanian: Joi, 24 Decembrie 2020

01:45hrs: I woke up, feeling more than a little lonely, isolated, apart and somewhat sad? I thought I must have been dreaming of something that pleased me, but the memories were not there, so I don’t know if the dream ending had caused my low mood or not. Weirdly odd?

But things soon got me back to reality, starting with the loud hum droning on, pissing me off, then the innards started to rumble. More than onomatopoeia, the burbling, churning stomach and bowels perhaps, was preparing things for an evacuation, with zest and fearfully-threatening. Terrible agitated inner-digestive upheavings. I put it this way, to impress how bad it really was!

On reflection, it could have been the Dioctyl® and Ducosate medicines doing their job, and softening the poo, ready for evacuation? If so, I reckon they are winning the battle this morning. Hehehe! 

The post-prandial battle to remove my grotesquely over-stomached wobbly-bellied body from the recliner, and get up on my feet to gain failing to catch my balance, went amazingly well – apart from Arthur Itis’s knee pain and the water-retaining feet causing me difficulty in walking to the wet room for the customary wee-wee.

I took my time, though. On arrival, I found that Little Inchy has suffered some PMD (Pre-Micturitional Dribbling) Embarrassment-Mode-Adopted. After cleaning up, I had no choice other than to change into some new PP’s. (It can get costly, these pants are not cheap to buy!) Still, better safe than sorry.

Feeling a little perkier now, I set about the challenge of actually getting some of the Chloramphenicol and Carmellose eye drops into the eye; as opposed to down my cheeks, on the moustache and into my mouth. An arduous task, I know! I got the things needed out, and commenced battle!

I actually managed to get the thicker Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops in, with minimal spillage. No bother from Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun or Shuddering Sheila!

So I hastened to get Carmellose eye drops in before the ailments kicked off! I wasn’t so lucky with this one. At least I did get some to go in the eye. Humph! Mustn’t complain, though, the burst blood vesselled eye is still getting easier each day. A temporary slight Smug-Mode was adopted!

On to the Health Checks next.  Boot’s Sphygmomanometer SYS reading of 161 was down a smidge, on yesterdays reading. The pulse up from 73 to 87, but still within range methinks? I nearly dropped the machine when I took this photo, but I managed to catch it in time. Smug-Mode upgrading to class 3. Hahaha!

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer gave an in-the-green reading of 36.7°c. A most satisfactory result!

I got the kettle on the boil and took this photograph of the moon partially showing through the clouds.

Then made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer to update the Wednesday blog – but no!

The rhadamanthine call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, at last! Again, just when I’d made a cuppa, Tsk!

I got in, and as I sat down, I picked up the crossword book. But as my bottom touched the loo’s-lid, instant activity began. I stole myself in readiness for the pain – that didn’t come! No question, the winner of the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was a Trotsky victory by a 5-0 margin!

Spllllursh, (a long one, mind you) and done! Possible one of the quickest, and pain-free ones for years! Unfortunately, definitely one of the messiest evacuations, ever! The cleaning up, myself first, took me yonks, half a toilet roll, Dettol, Germoloiding, and a lot of effort! Then I noticed that the flush had not cleared all of the evacuated product. Two more flushes and hand-filling of the tank finally cleared things. Then, of course, I discovered I need yet another change of PPs! It’s hard work growing old, getting senile, and losing control of certain organs! Hahaha!

I made another mug of tea, Glengettie Gold this time. (I’ll get to drink one eventually!) While waiting, I noticed that the moon had peeped through the clouds again, so I got the Nikon and did my best to get a decent shot of it. I failed, of course! Unless the two white spots to the left are Venus and Neptune… no, they’ll be a house or street lights.

I made sure I sent off the link for the Tuesday blog again. I’ll have to remember to ring Jenny to make sure she’s got it later. I pressed on with the updating, of yesterdays blog. Another long slog, between wee-wees, making and not drinking mugs of tea, and intermittent interruptions, from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters).  Sent the Email links, Pinterested a few snaps, and went on Facebooking. After which, I perused the WordPress reader.

A final burst on commenting, and it was time to get the ablutions done. I took the mug in the kitchen, talking to it en route; “I’ll get a mug of tea drunk out of you yet!” It didn’t answer. Hahahahaha! 

Then noticed that the regular parker close by the Sherwood Health Centre, who always leaves his or her headlights on, had returned again, at their usual time of 05:00hrs. Come think of it, looking at this photo, he/she might be parked on Mansfield Road. It could be a  delivery driver? Not that it matters, I don’t know why it bothers me so, not knowing. Hehe!

The ablutions were a tad more eventful today. Took me an hour-and-a-half or more!

But I’ve had a lot worse.

  • Applied the nasal cleaner. Dropsies 2 (Okay)
  • Cut the fingernails. Dropsies 4 (One cut)
  • Teeth cleaning. Dropsies 1 (Perfect!)
  • Shaving: Cuts 2 Dropsies 7 (Not so Good!)
  • Showering: Dropsies 11, Dizzies 2, knocks 1, Toe-Stub 1, Elbow-bashing 1, Slips 1, Hits against the power box 0, Clouts on grab rails 1. (Fair!)
  • Towelling: Cleared the floor cabinet of several items. (Fair!)
  • Medicationlisationing: Poor old piles! (Been worse)
  • PP dressing: Sainsbury’s blue: Too small, uncomfortable, not thick enough, too weak for the job. Grumph!

I utilised the Brut deodorant and came out to get dressed, which I did. Then into the kitchen. Applied the Chloramphenicol eye drops. Some actually getting into the eye.

Oh, Yes! Got the Carmellose drops in.

I took the poo-softeners next, followed by the regulation two-gallons of liquids. Hehe!

I took a shot with a difference. Showing the camera and my mush, taken in the shaving mirror. Which I thought was clever, until I saw the resulting photo, which was pretty bad!

BPB is getting no easier, and I risked taking an extra Codeine 60g. Somethings got to be tried, cause she’s getting worse I think. Another thing, I’m getting drained again, weary, fed-up with this every day.

Got the minced beef, chilli-con-carne, potatoes and peas sorted out, with an oven-baked baguette, mini apple pie and a dessert…

Oh, as you can see, that’s a porky-pie! I left the potatoes and peas in the saucepan to go rancid overnight… not on purpose! In the weary, tired daze I was in, somehow I just forgot all about them?

A meaty-treat it was then. Flavour rating: 9/10!

Put the pots to soak on the bowl, late medications taken, and down into the chair, to seek Sweet Morpheus. After a couple of frustrating hours of thought Storms, going over past regrets, mistakes, wrong choices taken and made, and a growing self-dislike developing, I drifted off to sleep – when I woke a few hours later, the Thought Storms were still active!

This was not good!