Inchoative Inchies, dairy. Monday 28th December 2020.

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Monday 28th December 2020

Zulu: UMsombuluko 28th December 2020

Such fascinating memories! Ahem!

Head-down 21:30hrs. At 23:10hrs: I shot awake, and the brain soon joined me. Whatever the sudden expergefactor was for this, I do not know! But I did know I could not ignore that something had woken me, and I had to get up and have a look around for any signs of danger, calamity, or risk, that might be lurking. I needed a wee-wee anyway.

The freeing of the onerously large and flobby-stomached torso with the dangly legs from the recliner was achieved with relative ease, this morning. Once up onto my feet and doing the balance exercises, I knew care would be needed in my hobbling around in my search for the cause of me rude-awakening. The balance was all over the place, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), CC Cartilage Cathy and RAI’s (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s) knees were all in a cruel, foul mood with me. (Fair enough, yesterday they were all kind to me)

I made an inspection of sorts of the flat, room by room. The Hallway apart from being untidy had no indications of anything out of order.

Apart from being even more untidy and messier than Steptoe & Sons, the junk room bore no signs of wrongdoings.

The wet room, again untidy, but it looked okay safety-wise.

The kitchenette, the three rooms’ messiest, made me feel guilty, but no dangers were found.

Off back to the front room, to utilise the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I think it’s going to be another struggle-to-pee day. The flow was reluctant and needed internal encouragement, which was a risky thing to do; When I applied some power to push the fluid out, the rear-end department very nearly started to evacuate of its own accord! Crivvens, it was a close thing! No question about it, Trotsky Terence is going to be in charge of the evacuations this morning!

As I was getting the kettle on, (and this must have looked the most comical speed-hobble I’d ever done) the movement from the rear-end began to flow of its own accord on the limp to the wet room, I hit my shoulder on the door frame, knocked the clothes off of the coat hangers in the hall onto the floor, and stubbed the same toe as I did yesterday against the heater!

I distinctly recall thinking, ‘Well fancy that!’, as I scrambled onto the much-needed Porcelain Throne! Cough, cough!

The action began before the bum had hit the plastic lid! A mammoth, tremendously long torpedo made its way to freedom. But smoothly! No pain, but much bleeding from Harolds Haemorrhoids, I’m afraid.

Where all evacuated product came from, I’ve not the foggiest? Well, I know that. What I meant was, with me not eating a lot of fodder yesterday, how did such a massive quantity of waste come from. I think? A total victory for Trotsky Terence once again. All over fairly quickly, I began to clean things up, medicate the backside with Germoloid ointment, and wiped around to make sure that none of the sprinkling wee-wee that exited at the same time, had missed the bowl. Thinking all the time, about the mess I have to clean up in the hallway and kitchen yet! 

Washed, and cleared, cleaned-up the mess I’d made in the hallway and kitchen in my desperate dash to the throne. Got it done, eventually, and brooded over my bad luck, wondering if it will ever improve before the Grim Reaper arrives. Tsk! Did myself no good though, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) is giving me some stick now, due to all the bending when clearing up. Humph!

Made a brew of 99 tea for a change, and noticed the two lights were showing again, in fact, they came on as first looked out of the window? An odd thing that, lights coming on at two in the morning? I took a couple of snaps of the view from the kitchen window.

The first one I used the Nightime Panorama, the second was done in Auto mode.

I later found this shot on the right. I think it was an involuntary one, Ahem!

The stomach was beginning to rumble and churn again, I didn’t think it would be long until the Throne was needed again. (Where’s it coming from?)

Then, I went into one of my brain-dead, lacking logicality, total loss of concentration, lost-the-plot-yet again, what-the hell-am-I doing, modes!

I knew what I was doing alright, and yet I didn’t think it was right for some reason. But on I plodded, started on doing the hand-washing and sorting the togs out.

All in a robotic fashion?.

I moved the zip-up jacket, hanging above the sink to drain on a coat-hangar, it was nearly dry enough to use now.

I hung that in the hallway over the clothes airer.

Then got the quilt from the recliner, and hand-washed it with great care and attention? Checking it closely for any loose bits of cloth or spots I’d missed in the washing process.

Even the fabric softener and disinfectant were used in rinsing, and I rinsed the thing several times before adding the liquids in one final rinse. I got that hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry.

Why had I done this? No idea, but I somehow knew it had to be done? I had a spell similar to this a few months ago. I mentioned it to the Falls-Team man if I remember correctly, it just made him laugh! The instant I’d got the quilt hung, a semi-normality returned, and much confusion with it! Why?

So, much later than ever before, I made another brew of Glengettie and started updating the Sunday blog. My doing the sudden handwashing kept coming into my mind to toy with. Why? The wee-wees kept interrupting my progress, and each one was just a tiny sprinkling. The damned ‘Hum’ was again so loud.

At long last, I got the blog finished. I got it posted off, along with the email link. Pinterested a few snaps. (Using the notes from the pad to update this, I came across F13, written clear enough for me be certain that is what I had scribbled – what the heck it means, I’ve not the least knowledge of?) Reading through the other writing on the pad, I realised I had not done the Health checks!

I got the ear drops done first. Another farce, I got more down the face than in the eye. Huh! I was beginning to think I was losing it today!

The flaming SYS was at 165, to high again. There will be no nurses calling to take my blood that I can talk to with the holidays. Shame!

The temperature was fine, though. Not all bad and bonkers then, Haha!

Back to the computing, and went on Facebooking. That took far less time than usual, folks will be busy with their families, sorting out and getting plans made for the New Year?

Aha, the second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. There was nae bother this time. I got there in plenty of time, a repeat of the first visit, but less of it. Hehe!

The well-stubbed toe was not as bad; I thought it might be. The pale skin looked a bit blotchy, but that’s normal, I suppose. I think I should be more concerned about the brain, rather than body, after this morning’s mental farcicalities!

I made a start on this template for an hour or two, but the concentration was ailing. Then went to make another brew of Glengettie. The fog had come down now.

I took a few pictures.

After which, I had visits from Shaking Shaun, which did me no good, especially as Shaun stayed with me for over an hour! By the time he’d left, SSS had returned for another hour or so, donating a very stiff aching shoulder for me to put up with, making typing with any degree of accuracy a difficult job. I’m literally praying that the other ailments, like Nicolas and Anne Gyna, don’t kick-off. Now the mental and physical challenges were a hassling me. Argh!

I took a break from the concentration-demanding blogging, and I poddled to the kitchen to check on the thin quilt.

I moved the nearly dried quilt, over the server on wheels trolley, and moved it close to the storage heater, to let it get dried enough.

Then had a look into what I might have for the meal today. The tin of Krakus Lopatka (cooked pork shoulder), I’d bought in error, thinking it was pork knuckle attracted my attention. That, with some potatoes or chips, peas or beans sounded a good idea.

Then I spotted a can of sausage and bean stew, that appealed even more to me. Because I vaguely recall trying it before and enjoying it. Of course, relying on what I remember is not a guarantee of anything! But, I took the decision to try it today. I took a decision a few weeks ago, you know, oh, yes!

Of to the kitchen and got the can opened without any fuss A ring-pull!

Put it in the saucepan to find there is only one insipid looking sausage in it! The beans are tasty, though. It’s called a stew? So I got the oven on, to do some frozen pork sausages to add to the pan. Cunning eh?

The fog was still there outside. How I feel, and things are going today, there is probably more fog in my head than there is out there. Hogglebogwash!

The head was getting more confused now, so I gave up on the blogging and prepared the meal. I did some sausages in the oven, and added them to the saucepan, along with some Squid vinegar, and a tin of chilli beans. It came out alright, a Taste Rating of 7/10.

Sleep took a while, but it did arrive earlier than usual. Didn’t stay too long, but I had a  straight-through uninterrupted kip of 4-hours, which was welcome, and is about average for this last week.

Take care, folks.