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Wednesday 6th January 2021
Polish: Środa 6 Stycznia 2021 r
23:20hrs: It’s getting back to normal now; I woke up, involuntarily passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. Accompanied by the almost ever-present SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and near-agony from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda).
Getting my humungously large bellied-body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, recliner, had its moments. I did the catching the balance motions a little differently, to try and avoid the pain from BPB, and ended up slumping back down in the seat, which annoyed Harold’s Haemorrhoids at a bit. On the bright side, I missed hitting the arms of the chair, or it could have been a lot worse. Tsk! Cartilage Cathy’s patella wasn’t happy with me, either!
I utilised the ONWWB (Overnight-Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) Cripes, what a difference, it was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) mode. I’ve not moved so much in many a month. No way could I have drunk that much since the last wee-wee, last night? It took me ages, but there was no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling).
I adopted my investigative-mode to try to work out why I was running short on the Codeines. I decided that I must have identified the wee small tablets wrong, and I’d taken two Furesomide, which means I’ve missed either a beta-block or Codeine. (The medications last month arrived without any inner lids, and they all fell out all over the place, and retrieving them was a nightmare, even worse the three tablets mentioned all looked the same to me), Glibblebonks!
I must remember to thank the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, for their care, professionalism and compassion that they have shown to me.
I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometerisationing. The Sys was down from 168 to 168 this time. Not a lot, but better than being up? The Pulse was down from 97, to 92.
The new Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed a reading of 36.8°c. Which shows as being in the green, as acceptable! Compared to yesterdays reading of 37.5 in the red, it is a good one.
Took the medications, dubious as to what I was taking. I’ve had six wee-wees and two small mugs of tea up to now between all these activities. The wees seem to be getting weaker, and less volume, on each one.
I made another brew and took pictures of the view, through the disliked, hard to clean, light & view-blocking kitchen window. Look a tad eerie, don’t they?
These could possibly be used as a thriller, mystery or scary book cover. Hehe! I made a graphic for the diary top, then made another brew, had another wee-wee, and got on with updating yesterdays blog, which took an inordinately long time – but the result of a silver-lining search about this fact was that apart from SSS having a ball trying to dislocate the shoulder, the reason for my delay, was just a lack of concentration… again!
I stopped to make another brew of Glengettie, and had, wait for it, two wee-wees, one after the other?
Got the tea back to the computer, and pressed on and finally got the updating finished. (Phew, worra job that was!)
Made yet another mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time, and hard to believe, but I had another weaker wee-wee!
I posted the blog and email link off. Went on the WordPress reader. Then on Facebooking catch-up. Which I caught up with. Hehehe!
A wee-wee, and yet another mug of Glengettie. Took this photo, of the view, and decided to get the Ablutions done. After yet another wee-wee, that had now died down to a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety. Which did surprise me a bit, cause I was still taking in too much tea!
The full-Monte today. And things went swimmingly on all fronts. (Which is surprising with me being a bad-luck lad, and an aquaphobic) No stubbed toes, no… I say, No shaving cuts! Fair does, Dizzy Dennis called on me a few times in the shower. But overall, a great session. Smug Mode Grade2 adopted! Anyway more good news, the plates and pions were looking fine!
As soon as I left the wet room, a (what proved to be a series of) involuntary right leg Peripheral Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances started. I was close to going over on two occasions as I recall. I clouted my hip on the edge of the doorframe. The shaking of the leg was on and off for about three hours after that. I’ve never had it last that long before. Still, it calmed down in the end, back to the odd little flutters and kicks, which look far worse than they are. Hey-Ho!
Then, back to the wet room, to medicate the areas in need, that for some reason I’d not done earlier. I took the clothes with me to change into after the medicationalisationing was done. And the landline rang and flashed!
It was Sister Jane, she said she’d ring back and give me time to get dried and dressed. Bless her. We had a great natter when she rang back. I learnt a lot from it; I’m eating too much and the wrong food, should not have Squid sauce with anything but fish, and other gems. Hehehe!
Pete was at the City hospital to get his test results from his second bone marrow testing. He deserves a bit of luck, just for how he’s handled things since the Big C was diagnosed.
The left arm was getting attention from Colin Cramps, we were on the phone that long. I foolishly changed to the right hand, but SSS’s cunningly sudden attack made me drop the phone despite taking care! I banged the right knee trying to catch the handset, and then I had Cartilage Cathy to contend with, Tsk! We still nattered on, though, I was enjoying it. Until the pain of holding the phone with the bent arm, got too much. She was expecting Pete to return soon, and we agreed to give up our repartee.
I made up some waste bags and took them to the rubbish chute. Returned and getting the three-wheeler in the flat, backwards cause it’s usually easier, I caught my ankle bone against the door edge. I recall saying something like, “Well, blow me!”, as I laughed off the incident, as the right leg went into a mini-dance routine, and I hit my toe against the bottom panel. Luckily, me being a heroic man of phenomenal bravery, I was not bothered in the least bit, of course! Ahem!
I stopped crying, as the door chimes rang forth with Dusty Springfields tune to “♫I only want to be with you!♫
It was ILC, Desktop dancer and Warden, Obergruppenfürheress Deana. I asked her if she could ring the Chemist or Doctor’s for me, to get the prescriptions back into packets and not the pill-pods, I know it will mean more struggling for me to make up my own dosage pots, but at least I won’t be running short of medication missed off by the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, and have no lids to allow the tablets to spill all over the place and get lost! Deana told me it was time to take down the Christmas cards, so I did. I took this photo earlier to remind me to ask her, cunning, eh?
I forced her to take some New Year pressies, and she told me to remind her to ring the chemist – Hahaha! Me? Remember?
I rang Jenny and forgot why I was calling her! She had ordered me some minced beef, tp be delivered Sunday afternoon, bless her. I’m sure she will not wake me if they come after 15:00hrs, I can fetch them on Monday morning, I hope. I bothered her to help because the Iceland ones are not very nice, and despite claiming less than 10% fat, looked greasy to me when cooked, a lot of colouring went into the grinder with the meat and fat.
Well shattered now, I’ll try again to make a meal that I can eat all of.
I burnt the peas, made a right mess of the saucepan, and spent ages soaking and cleaning it. Tsk!
I was originally, going to have a steak slice, but I had to make do with the Morrison substituted chicken and bacon pie. Didn’t find or taste any bacon in it, mind. The Leicester cheesy potatoes came out alright. The Spanish tomatoes were not too bad for once. The specially-burnt garden peas tasted fine! And, the lemon dessert went down a treat.
All in all, a flavour rating of 7/10, I think the taste buds are reactivating, perhaps, maybe, possibly.
I got the pots washed, and finally got the saucepan cleared of the black bits. Good and early, I got down in the c1968 second-hand recliner and got the TV on, Law & Order programmes to watch.
The first one, I must have nodded-off eight or nine times at least, but only for a few seconds or minutes each time. I decided to give up on the telly, and get my head down properly…
Not only did I not have any Thought-Storms, but I drifted off quickly, and the best bit… I stayed in the land of slumber for five-uninterrupted hours! Grrreat!
7 thoughts on “Inchy, the Innocent Idiot: Wednesday 6th January 2021”
If you sing Happy Birthday or Happy Washday or any mixture of words to the tune of Happy Birthday while washing your hands, that will be about 20 seconds unless you sing it really fast or really slowly. Silver is lying on my lap and told me to tell you “Hi” from him. Betterer on the SYS and temp today. Are they doing a bone marrow biopsy on Pete. I had one. It was extremely painful. Good luck with that and I wish him best on the results. You had to take down your Christmas Cards? We it is Epiphany. Happy Epiphany, Nice night photos. Really nice cheesy looking dinner.
The handwashing advice gave me a laugh, Tim, thanks. Hehehe!
Hi, back to Silver, please!
Pete had his second one last week, and yesterday, Joy of Joy! – They told him he is in remission! But still has to go back next week fro yet another bone-marrow biopsy, as a final absolute check. Grrreat!
He sent me a photo of his hair growing back already! I’m going to do a funny graphic of some sort with it, can’t say what, or Pete might read it, and spoil the fun when I post it in todays blog. Haha! Naturally it has cheered Jane up, now they have to get her sight back, and I’ll be really over the moon.
I tok Deanas advice on removing the cards, apparantly its bad luck to leave them up after the 14th, for some reason. That could account for my lousy luck ast year? Har-har!
I think the taste-buds are getting better, bu we’ll see, mate.
Did you hear about the guy who had a major epiphany as he was getting dressed? – After that, he was a changed man.
Take care, and all the best of luck.
Pete needs the listen to “Hair”: https://youtu.be/Qt_yKPNORLM this Cowsills version is great.
I’ll tell him, Tim.
Pleased to hear of returning tastebuds, kind cocker! Yesterday witnessed the trashbag eating most of the fodder — perhaps in this way:
“I hope yer choke on it, yer gluttonous, gruesome, greasy, gaping garbage-barge of a bag! May it please yer cavernous appetite, fell fellow!”
May have gone a tad fulsome on the bag just then. Events at the Capitol Building this afternoon may have stuck in me craw, mayhaps? I’m a closer friend to the rule of law than to baseless insurrection. Just opining again. May tomorrow a betterer day bestow. Won’t check my BP right now…
I must look up what’s happening over there, politically, Billumski. I’ve not been keeping up with the news, but fear I may too get a little wrangled when I read it, Sir. I’ll have a look now……
Good God, I understand how you fell now, Sir.
I pray things can be eased, horrendous!
Thank you so much for your writing. your writing was so board otherwise it was good. And your picture was very interesting Inchcock. Carry on brother. Thank you so much.