Incarnated Inchies, Friday 1st January 2021, Diary

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Friday 1st January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 1af Ionawr 2021

23:45hrs: I woke wanting a wee-wee. Fought my way out of the recliner, caught my balance and to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). For what turned out to be a worryingly wearying, and debouching, in a trickling long-winded style. At least there was no PMPD (Post-Micturition Pre-Dribble) or PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble).

I had a rare headache, but only behind the left eye?

Remembering it was the first of January, I got the camera, but the Nikon would not display the view in the screen? So I fetched the little Canon one. Got the kettle on and awaited the fireworks to celebrate the new year to start.

The eager beavers started firing them a minute early, not that it matters. The second shot  I took, came out as one those artistic ‘Let’s pretend we did it in purpose’ ones, Hehe! I might be able to use that one for a background graphic later? I’ve still got the Vespa Bazooka ones to use, no rest for the wicked.

I was a smidge disappointed at the resulting pictures. But I was, even more, let down, when the entertainment finished so soon. Last year, I think I was at the window for over half an hour, this time, ten-minutes if that long.

I got the medications taken, and Health Checks completed. And with two unwanted surprises. The sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading was at 184. What? I hope I last until Monday when the nurse arrives to take the blood for the Warfarin test.

Then the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading came out as 37.5°c. I thought it was a good one, but the background turned to red, as a warning that it was too high? A bit worrying this is. I checked on the NHS site for Coronavirus symptoms and got this snipped from the site.

Another NHS Coronavirus page said if your temperature if above 38.7°c. Some confusion to start with; the page above says you do not need to measure your temperature? I’ve no new coughing. I think I should be alright though, although I’ve anosmia, it’s been this way for weeks now. Hey-Ho!

Onto the computer, and got the pictures uploaded. Another trickling wee-wee, a mug of tea, and started to update the Thursday blog. I pressed on regardless (I’m getting better at editing and correcting mistakes now, I just wish I wouldn’t make them in the first place, Haha!) Three more wee-wees, and another two hours and I got the blog finished.

WordPress Reader visited. Emailed the link. Pinterest some snaps. Went on Facebook updating, then on WP Commenting. Another unwilling trickle of a wee-wee, then I made a start on this blog.

Got a message on my Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery… Well, similar anyway. Hahaha! A nurse will be calling next Monday to take my blood. Bless ’em!

Got some late brekkers/snack sorted out. Too tired to bother with much, so bunged a brown part-baked baguette in the oven for ten minutes, and I lathered it in Marmite! Added a bag of Marmite flavoured crisps. Enjoyed it, too! Flavour 7.6/10. The sound like machinery booting up then dying as heard more than once while eating.

Jenny phoned, wish Happy New Year, bless her!

I became so weary again, and early on, too. But had no option other than to get my head down. Sleep took many hours being attained. The Thought-Storms seemed determined, slow, and illogical.

 I woke a few minutes after nodding off, realising as I did that I had not taken the evening medications, but was too reluctant to get out of the c1968 recliner, for fear of not getting back to sleep… Zzzz!

Enchanting Inchies, Thursday 31st December 2020 Diary (Ahem!)


Thursday 31st December 2020

Welsh: Dydd Iau 31ain Rhagfyr 2020

23:45hrs: I bounded out of the four-poster, touched my toes, a couple of dozen push-up, then ten one-handed, jumped up and bar-belled for five minutes, and drank two pints of carrot juice and a bowl of figs, with extra vitamin D. I oiled over all of my masculine lithe muscled body, splashed some Bute on, and…

Oh, all right then... 23:45hrs: I woke up coughing and sneezing, the eyes were running, and I was involuntarily passing wind. The sound from the flipping ‘Hum’ was tremendously loud. Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, and the lens fell out of my spectacles as I put them on. And I needed a wee-wee.

Undaunted, I freed my body-mass from te c1968 recliner, and off to the wet room I trotted. The wee-wee was another of the long FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style, but pain-free. I cleaned up and doctored Little Inchy with the Clobetasone Butyrate cream, that was painful. Changing the PP’s, and I needed the Porcelain Throne. The timing of which, proved a life-saver. The evacuation flowed the second I got on the Throne, it as under the control of the innards, it was massive, pongy, and a great relief! Had I not been stood within the two feet I was of the toilet once the movement began, I’d have been in a right mess, embarrassment-wise! Bit of good fortune there, unnatural and worrying!

I got the hurtful stinging job of cleaning up and medicating Little Inchies fungal lesion. One of the genuinely more difficult and almost harrowing jobs of all the ailment treating. This and using the Sock-Glide, are tasks I do not look forward to at all!

I cleaned up, and got on the computer, to upload the photographs from yesterday. Oh, crikey! The computer was telling me that the SD card needed formatting. I went into these details in yesterday’s blog and did not want to upset me about it again. I’ll skip it if you don’t mind. Thanks.

Having got the thing working again (and losing a few hundred photographs!), I went to make a brew. I took this early morning shot from the kitchenette window. I think it looks better in a large size, you can make out the street, house and Christmas lights better.

Then, went to get the Health Checks done. I recall thinking to myself, I hope the SYS will have come back down. But No! It had gone up to 183 from yesterdays 180!

Should I still be alive? Hahaha!

Updated blog. Posted, Email link. WordPress Reading. Massive, none-stop, trickling, spraying, but pain-free wee-wee. Back to computing, got distracted into making the header for this edition of Inchcock Today.

Ablutions tackled, got the crossword book out, seated, no time for crosswording, though. The actions started and flowed freely, but still rather painfully, messy and bleeding again, the same as it was yesterday morning.

The legs and feet still looked a smidge pale. But again, no complaints from me! The Clop[idogrel marks were not even seeable! Fair enough the middle right foot toe was still tender from the last toe-stubbing. But the veins were not protruding, the ankle ulcer had calmed down and could hardly be seen! Great!.

I got the urge to wash the woolly bobble-cap. I used the sock-glide to hang the hat onto to let it drip dry. I have to say I got a certain pleasure from two things, here… One was mocking the sock-glide, telling it: ” You horrible nasty blood-hungry bruising git (not the exact word I used) you, I hope you get rust-rot and disintegrate!” The other, the p[leaasure of denying the contraption of any chance of further injuring me, by deciding not to wear any socks today!

Yes, I had a momentary loss of sanity there, Sorry about that!

Went to make a brew, took a snap of the descending fog from the thick-framed light and view-blocking kitchen windows. I made a mug of Glengettie tea, got a handful of biscuits to go with the cuppa. I took the tea through to the computer; first, I try not to use the right hand for carrying hot drinks, in case Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters die-off, and I drop the drink. I put the tea down and returned to get the camera from the kitchenette.

En route back, a gave my right shoulder one decently hefty clout against the door frame (Luckily, I’d got the camera wrist strap around my wrist!) Phew! Amazingly, astronomically, unbelievably, this did not set SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) off? I’m not complaining!

The Iceland Foods delivery man cameth. I let him in and made my way to the front door. Which seemed like a good idea, Hehe!

He gently threw the bags in through the door for me, I gave him a choice of cans for his new year pressie, he chose a can of pink gin & tonic. Said something to me IK couldn’t understand and went off back to his task of delivering to fools who order food for 06:00hrs in a morning. Hehehe!

I got the bags into the kitchen and started unloading them. I put the bottles od wine for Sister Jane and Pete behind the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner. I don’t know when or how I will get them to J and P?

Iceland had not delivered any bread thins, but new bother! For they’d sent a milk roll loaf and some part-baked cobs and baguettes that will do me nicely.

Started this blog off. Getting sidetracked for several hours while doing the blog. Wee-wees, which were and stayed, of the UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety henceforth today), and my losing track of what I was doing, by getting ideas for the ‘Thought’ graphics and popping on CorelDraw to make it while I thought of it. Conrad Confusion was in a pestering mood. Oh, and nipping onto Gmail as they came in

I got another one from HMG about Nottingham going into Tier Four Coronavirus status. I foolishly had a look at the long message and visited all the links within it.

It was as clear as mud to me, but I don’t think it will make any difference to how things are now for me, as with kind Jenny and others here, who are being sensible about the dangers anyway.

After a good few hours making mistakes, error, and suffering mind-blanks on this blog, and CorelDrawing to for that matter, the weariness dawned on me early again.

I got off the computer and went to investigate what to have for my nosh. I’m sure I had a plan in mind for the meal earlier, but it had gone off into the ether.

The fog might be lifting.

Then I realised I had not done the Facebooking catch-up.

So, I did. I spent hours on it, and enjoyed doing it, too! Then did another graphic for the future WordPress blogs.

Drained now mentally, I got the nosh prepared. I made a right mess in the kitchen doing so, too! It resembled a mini-bomb site by the time I’d got the chilli done. Spills, droppages etc.! By the time I cleaned up, the food was not so hot.

There were some ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ on the Sky Art channel. I got the pots washed and settled for the start of the four half-hour episodes.

Fell asleep when the first set of adverts came on. Woke up as the fourth episode was just finishing! Wide awake! Ah, well, at least I got two hours kip in then, and when I eventually got back to sleep, another hour. I’ve had worse.

May the fruits of your compassion and labours, sweeten your life! ♥