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Sadly Missed!
Monday 4th January 2021
Icelandic: Mánudaginn 4 Lanúar 2021
01:35hrs: In slow motion this morning, the gradual renewal of consciousness arrived, with the brain working straight away! Not very well, a little confused, but activated! Facts, worries, fears etc. soon started milling about in my poor battered mind. Yes, it was a Thought-Storm!
As the toothache got peskier with me, I realised I’d had six-hours-kip! Albeit fragmented, the total was the longest for many weeks. The lack of taste, coughing, and then the blasted-loud ‘Hum’ came to mind. Luckily, the need for the traditional early-waking-wee-wee arrived to break the thoughts.
Disentangling myself from the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, was far easier for some reason… oh yes, the urgent need for the wee-wee possibly? Another half-hearted effort, of the UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety, this time with a lot of annoying PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble).
I went to the wet room to clean things up, giving the door frame a fair whack on the way in. I may have muttered something along the lines of “Well, fancy that!”
Not the slightest desire for a mug of tea, that worried me a bit. I got the made in China Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer used. And got a fair result at 36.3°c, a bit down on yesterdays 36.6°c, but it did feel colder all around this morning, Brrr!
The £38.99 Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer readings showing that the SYS at 162, was the same as yesterday. If I remember right. Still a smidge high, but it always has been for months now. The annoying thing is that whenever a medical professional takes the BP, the Sys is around 145? Even doing so with the same machine!
A new pain, just under the left nipple on my chest, started up. I don’t think it’s Duodenal Donald or Anne Gyna? The End is Nigh! Well, hopefully, not. Hehehe!
As I was about to start the blog updating, I needed to divert to the Porcelain Throne, which I did. There felt like no rush, though, as it proved when I got down on the Throne. The indications were that the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was going to be a different result this time, a victory for Constipation Konrad. And it was! After the torpedo had wedged itself solid, getting the motion started, I needed a lot of effort and input. It took ages before it began moving again. The pain was maybe on a 5/10 on the agony-scale, so not too bad. Not messy at all, solid and the largest dollop that flushing three times failed to clear away!
I added some bleach, toilet cleaner and the last of the sink-unblocker liquid then poked a stick down into the water, left it a few minutes and tried a fourth time at flushing… Nope, it didn’t have it!
I put more bleach in (and got the rear end cleaned, there were just a few blood spots). After each flush, I refilled the tank with the jugs of water from the sink, to hasten the process. I lost count of how man times I refilled and reflushed the tank, and eventually, it looked alright, but I had no confidence and would check it later. Writing this reminded me, and I went to have a look!
Shit! The evacuated product is back up in the bowl again! Another hour lost, unplugging, refilling, flushing, and still, I’m not sure it’s all gone. I’ll leave it, and keep an eye on it, not that I can much more, while I get the ablutions done. 
Retirement they call it, huh! Never been busier!
I got the blog finished, emailed the link, went on Facebooking, then the WP Reader. I was getting a tad confused at this time.
I turned off the computer to cool down and got the ablutions seen too. The Blood nurse is coming anytime after 08:00hrs. But, yet again, my woolliness, tergiversation of mind activated, and I ended up hand-washing the maroon zip-up jacket, instead. But not before taking this photo of the moon. Tsk! More indecisiveness to the fore! I suppose as a shilly-shallying persons go, I must be the cream? Hehehe!
Blimus O’Reilly, and Dangnationables! I got in the wet room, and the evacuated content was coming back up into the toilet bowl again! I 
spent even longer than the last time trying to clear things! I got the stick to try to reach and break up the torpedo again, the stick broke. Flushed and refilled the tank several times, to many to count, put bleach down it, toilet cleaner, disinfectant, more bleach, and still it kept coming back up!
Many more flushes and tank refills later, I’d tried the last of the drain unblocker and put mould removal in as well! I’m praying it will keep clear this time, but the water keeps turning a light brown after a minute or so of flushing! I’m fed up with it now! Sulking-Mode engaged!
At last, I got the ablutions started: No showering, it’s too early for that with the noise. The session was off to a bad start, as the toothache was worsened by the Detox toothpaste cleaning. Dropsies three.
Aha, bit if good luck with this. Fair enough there were five or six dropsies, but there were only the two cuts! The medicating went well also, no complaints, and only three dropsies!
As I was getting the new PPs on, I lost balance; but I did not go down this time. Luckily I fell towards the door, which very unfortunately set of SSS with her shoulder-shuddering. Yer, can’t win ’em all!
Then, I noticed the colour of the water in the toilet bowl. Scrapbongles! Brown! So, I flushed and refilled a few times, no success. I had a go at poking with another stick, without any luck. A damned good job I had plenty of bleach in, cause I poured a full bottle in, and left it to hopefully work, while I got dressed.
Back to have a look, reflushed and refilled the tank, and waited. I’m still not sure it worked, but at that moment it was almost clear. I can get depressed, you know!
I took this shot with the Canon camera. Then put the kettle on, it’s about time I tried a mug of Glengettie.
More out of habit than really needing or wanting one. The taste-buds going on strike is a puzzle to me. Back to the computer, and booted it up, and downloaded some photographs. Not that the Microsoft Photo thing was working again. I’ve found that when the One-Drive photo thing refuses to recognise the SD card, if I go on CoralDraw, and import, sometimes the F-Drive comes up, and I load from there, as it was today. If I leave the SD card in the drive, sometimes, anything from 2 minutes to an hour later, the One-Drive crap opens and reads the card? Farcical!
As I was uploading the pictures, the intercom flashed. It was the Vampir Nurse, bless her, Caroline; I think her name is. I pressed the admit button, and the gal was up and in the door within two minutes!
A nice natured gal. She did not mess about getting the blood taken, but she had the 
nouse to chinwag while doing it.
This was marvellous for me, after seeing nobody, and going chinwagless for several days now. Apart from Josie, of course. Who, I am the proud Sunday Chef for, and someone for her to wake up nearly every week. Haha! Bless her!
Caroline soon had me sorted out, and with a part-armful of blood, she went to leave. But I wasn’t having her go without a treat of a can of plonk of her choice. Being her first port-of-call so as to put it, I could understand her rushing a bit, to try and make a good start to the day.
I took the belated morning medications and back on the computer to update this blog.
Doing the pleasing job of CorelDraw graphics was still needed, so I had a quick look at the comments and then got on with it. Three hours later, the wariness dawned, a bit later than usual – that’ll be because I was enjoying doing the graphics for the blog templates. Unfortunately, I still have some more to do yet. But I made progress with them.
Feeling not so bad now, I feel up to some chilli-con-carne, I’ll do some cobs in the oven to go with the CCC.
I’ll be back in the morning, or later this evening to update things. TTFNski.
Tuesday 01:30hrs: I’m back, updating.
I got the Chilli-Con-Carne can in the saucepan and added some Squid Sauce (Anchovy), made some gravy and added it with the garden peas. O actually felt I could manage this, at last, I felt hungry again. I’ve not been sop desiderate over a meal in weeks, I just hope to eat it 
and enjoy it. It looked like it was well-eatable to me.
I put the rolls in the oven, to find one single one in there from yesterday, that had now been cooked twice. Haha! Ah. Well, at least I was still feeling hungry, but not for that cob, of course.
I got the meal served up in the basin and the cobs on the tray. Down in the recliner, put the TV on to watch, got ‘The Bunker’ showing on TV film on, and started to wallow in the food, and enjoy the film. Peace, contentment and satisfaction, great!
The landline light flashed, oh, dearie me, what timing. I fought my way out of the recliner without any Accifaupas and got to answer the phone in time before it rang off.
T’was the Doctors surgery receptionist, with the results of the INR test, and new dosages. The INR level was down to 1.7, and she checked that I had any loaded in-date, Enoxaparin hypos in stock. I told her I had about eight 80mg needles in hand. (I’m not sure how I knew this but felt sure I was right I was wrong as it happens, Humph!) The patient nice receptionist gave me the new dosages for Warfarin.
Which was massively increased, considering the 1.7 level, I thought. Tonight 3, Tue 2.5, Wed 3, Thurs 2.5, Fri 2.5, Sat 3, Sun 2.5. And she will arrange a blood test for Monday, 12th January. The blood will be that thin, I anticipate Little Inchies fungal lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids to be bleeding well after a couple of days. Maybe I could use the Warfarin intake as my main meal for a few days? Hehehe! I thanked the kind lady.
Putting these details on the calendar, I noted that someone from the DVT, Warfarin Anticoagulation team will be contacting me tomorrow? I can’t remember this being arranged, or happening? I made notes of the details of the call.
Back to the now gone cold, Chilli-con-carne, but I still ate it all up. Although the last session, I didn’t enjoy so much. Lost the plot in the film, turned it off, and put some radio music on instead.
Which I think helped me to nod-off. Cause I got five hours sleep in! Grrreat!
Speaking of the old Bailey, have you watched old Rumpole lately? That was an ill fated flight Buddy Holly and band members took. Waylon Jennings, who played bass in the Crickets back then, took the bus giving his seat on the plane to the Big Bopper. Ritchie Valens won is seat on the flight in a coin toss. I read it was the only thing he ever won. When Jennings decided to take the bus, Holly supposedly joked “I hope your bus freezes up!” and Jenning’s supposedly joked back “I hope your plane crashes!” If Jennings really said that, I’ll bet he regretted it for the rest of his life. I like Buddy Holly, but I can only listen to his music in little bits every now and then. I really liked Waylon Jennings and his music.
Did you report your diabolical SYS readings that equaled and angelic 713 to sweet Caroline while she bled you? Decent looking batch of CCC.
The return of tastebuds is a cause célèbre, a bellwether perhaps, a good sign. A longish kip is a welcome always.
Scrapbongles! Worra a battle with the gush of flushes past (a possible Christmas Carol crafted by the inimitable Billums). The Ghost of Flushes Past gurgles back yesterday’s meager gruel, Chilli gone carne and agedly angry. “Bleach to ye, foul gruel” growls Gerry. “Return and yer glugging another bottle, mind you. I’ve ‘ad it with yer presents.”
Gave *myself* a larf on that one, kind cocker. I hopes you enjoys it!
Deferably a bellweather, and a welcome one, too, Sir!
I deedly, a laugh was uttered, several actually.
Mayhaps you migh put on your Dickensian hat, and write a play around Scrooge, using ailments thine and mine in place of the money? I knew what I was going to say before I started writing that, it’s gone now, sorry. But I had hoped it would make you famous, rich and adored, permitting nothing but the top care and help medically to be accessable for Lisa and your good self!
I’m just going for the Porcelain Throne visit – DAn, dang, dang… Dang!
Your very kind remark has sparked an inspiration, mate! I have a box of sketches featuring a variety of outlandish creatures and landscapes that need wings — according to a trusted source (Lisa, of course). Your Dickensian-hat advice connected to close the circuit. Those imaginary worlds need annotation!!! Why hadn’t I thought of that? It would be, as I often say, like feeding two birds with one scone. But now for the Dickensian hat-trick: I could feed *three* birds — using ailments thine and mine to spice the scene. Perhaps to spice the scone as well. Hahaha!!
Haha! Rather well put, Mon Ami.
Three birds in a Bush… Now he was an over-rated Republican if ever there was one. A self-pocket liner, with help from Dad and the Saudi Royalty.
Would the scones involve any sour cream, Sir? I must ask Lisa, why does sour cream not taste sour? Hehehe!
Lisa and I were on vacation, visiting family in California on 9/11. Our flight was completely packed on the way out and 1/3 occupied on the return. That Bush dynasty has some long shadows, and the pact with Blair was some ugly stuff — merely opining, of course. Haha.
Lisa would know about the pairing of sour cream and bagels, we are different in that way as well. Actually, filling in a crossword puzzle works well because we each draw from different wells of knowledge. 🙂
Hahahehe!
Bush was a bad one, I think, so as Blair as well.
Politically, the stanards and morals, have dropped. The nepotism and geedy quomodocunquizing has increased! Just thought I’d mention it.
If only I had an education, I might have a well of knowledge. Hehehe!