Hello, hello, what’s all this then? Hehehe!
Friday 8th January 2021
01:35hrs: I woke with a start, something, possibly a noise I imagine, has stirred me from my slumber – and it had to be investigated in case it was an alarm, something collapsing, or an alien invasion. Haha! I forced my ailing elephantine body form the recliner and had a wander around. But I found nowt suspicious, maybe I was dreaming of something, but I have no memories of having any nocturnal dreams?
Mind you, it has been known for me to have tiny bits of nightmares occasionally come back to me during the day. Of course, if there is not a notepad and pencil handy at the time, smatterings of the dream dissipate before I can get to record them on paper. I wonder if any of you out there have this problem?
Ah, well, at least it got me up and hobbling around. The toothache woke up simultaneously as I did (Ah, maybe that is what made me wake up suddenly?) I had the customary morning wee-wee, and it was a powerful one this time. With the teeth being so painful, no tea had an uncooled drink of spring water with a squirt of lime juice in it, I thought it would be less hurtful than hot tea – I was wrong! Tsk!
I put the computer on and got the camera card to upload last nights photographs to finish off the Thursday blog. The Microsoft Photo importer was not working, so I used CorelDraw to get to them on the external ‘F’ drive. Simple enough, it worked on the fourth attempt! Grugglekronks!
I pressed on, grinding away, cursing Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters when they let me down, and found time for the odd prayer for the toothache to ease off. Oh, and about five wee-wees, which had turned into the even weaker ones, but with pre and after dribbling! At long last, I got the blog down and posted.
The teeth were still too painful for me to risk a hot drink, despite my wanting one, the craving had to wait.
Into the kitchen to make a spring water bottle up, and took a photo of the lingering fog outside.
Back to Computer Cameron, and sent the email link off. Then Pinterested a couple of pictures, and onto Facebook updating, which took some time. Went on the WordPress Reader, and as I did, the oddest of noises was heard as it was today, like a metallic scuffling, crunching sound again. I ignored it, but I made a note of the time, it was 04:40hrs, seemed to be coming from above the flat?
Tim Price said about taking the Health Checks later on after I’d been to the Porcelain Throne, it might bring the HP down. As I thought this to myself, the need for the Throne arrived! Spot on time! Off to the wet room, I limped.
As I got myself seated, the urge and need to evacuate seemed tp lose interest completely? I got the crossword book out, and…
Finished a Crossword Puzzle! Swank & Smug Modes Adopted! Admittedly, there were only about five clues left to get, but I’d been trying for ages, today, I solved them all bar one I had to cheat on. But at least I don’t think I would ever have got the answer. So quickly, in five to ten minutes or so. That cheered me up, I’ve been doing that puzzle for months determined to get it done, shame about that one clue, Tsk!
The torpedo suddenly started escaping, massive it was again, messy as well, but that didn’t matter to me, the lack of any pain at all was a morale boost! Honestly!
I began to whistle and hum songs to myself, as I was cleaning up, but as soon as I saw the TP, red, a deep red and lots of it – I went from joyous to jejune (I think tat’s the word, I’ll check it later), in a few seconds.
This did not look the usual colour from Haemorrhoid Harold’s clan, and it had run down the legs? But at the back of my mind, I think just perhaps with taking so many Paracetamol, thanks to the cock-up from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, not sending any Codeines – and the toothache making me eat Paracetamols like peanuts, this may be affecting the blood. Cause the INR level fell this last week, no, this last Monday. What am I rambling on about? Pass!
I took the medications and started the Health Checks. The SYS has at long last, come down a bit, to 159. Far better than the160’s and 180’s it’s been lately. The pulse had tumbled as well, from 92 down to only 72!
The 哈尔滨仙帝非接触式温度计, that’s the Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, (I asked Mr Google -Simplified Chinese) gave another good reading in the green, of 36.8¨c.
So, all in all, there were pluses and minuses today, up to now. Collectively, for the most part, with everything taken into account, by and large, and weighed-up, at the end of the day; taking into consideration that I’m not fully in control of the mind this morning, the apatheticness, of which I am renowned for, and the toothache, I’d better ring the Doctor. Hehehe!
I decided to see what was available for me to gormandise on, for brekkers. The Chicken and cheese pasty, that Iceland had substituted for the beef pasty, ly there in the fridge, dried, curled up puff pastry leaving crumbs all over the moment I touched it, tempted me. That’s all I had, just the pasty.
I got it in the oven heating up, went for a wee-wee, and heard the metal scraping noise again? I plodded out of the door to listen where it was coming from, but it stopped. A mystery this is. I wonder if anyone else has heard it?
I got the chicken pasty out and not a plastic plate wit high edges (to catch the crumbs), and returned to the computer, so I could eat the nosh with the plate in an open drawer while typing this blog. You’ve got to admit, I sure do get some stupid ideas!
And all credit to Iceland, their substitutions are slowly getting as bad as Morrisons and Sainsbury’s. Obviously, that was a joke, no other shop could ever be as bad as that pair of substitutionally-insane stores. However, they did manage to sell a short-dated, split packaged, foul-tasting, sickening crap, chicken Pastie, that no doubt they would have had to throw away – I can’t imagine anyone buying another one once they have tasted their first one! Of course, poor old sods like me who can’t get out to buy any food can be sent them in their order as a substitute… I’ve just proved that… Spit! Mind you. I ate it all, didn’t I? All four-ounces of it!
Ablutionisationing time arrived later today. The right leg had lost a lot of fluid content, was still pale, Clopidogrel marks were returning. The old ankle ulcer was getting a smidge, more colourful methinks. A new, mark or two developing. The Throne evacuation was messy, but not soft. If that makes sense. But virtually pain-free.
Hours spent on doing this blog, until, the sudden arrival of hunger!
I dug out the last part-pack of chips from the freezer, opened a tin of boczek and peas, and sliced a few tomatoes for a nosh. And a pot of lemon mousse.
Apart from the chips, that were terrible, the tomatoes being bitter, and the boczek being terribly fatty, the peas and lemon dessert, tasted alright. Flavour-rating; 3/10, shame that!
I can’t recall owt after that, but I woke up in the recliner later.