Monday 18th January 2021
Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 18 Siječnja 2021
Luckily for my sanity, the need for a wee-wee grew stronger, and the brain recaptured some control from the thought-storms and allowed me to tackle the task of tearing my Titanically sized stomached-body from the grasp of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Grabbed Metal Micky, and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket)
Where I was almost taken aback by the viciousness of the evacuation. It blasted out, but soon died a death and the PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) was lengthy, the leaking continued for longer than ever before.
As I was doing the Facebooking catch-up, I remembered that my favourite Vampire Nurse, Hristina, is coming this morning. To take the blood for the INA, DVT, Warfarin tests. That cheered me up a few degrees. I read and made the WP comments.
I took the rescued from the Pharmacists cock-up of not lids on the pill pots, and I had to guess which was which medications last night. Perhaps, guessing from these readings, I’d missed taking a beta-blocker, and took a Codeine or Furosemide, no that’s not right. I meant I may have taken two Beta-Blockers in mistake… Had I done this, then the Pulse would go down, wouldn’t it? I’m confused
At least the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer came out alright, just a smidge lower than of late.
I’ll mention this to the nurse later, see what she thinks. Well, I am worried a bit now. Should I ring 111 and ask them what they think? Mmm?
Best if I get the ablutioning done early now, and at least if they do end me to hospital, I’ll be clean and dressed in readiness. ‘Good idea, Inchy’ – Huh, I’m talking to myself again! Hahaha!
I checked on Google, it said amongst many other confusing gumph; Generally, a resting heart rate of 60-80 beats per minute (BPM) is considered normal. Perhaps the 66 pulse is okay then? Don’t know what to do; still, I’ll get the ablutions done, I can try out the new razors, have a talk with myself, pass wind, and get
Put the Blue Made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket soak in the bowl to soak while I was doing the ablutions. Off to the wet
Ablution Report: Again, no cuts shaving at all! The legs and knees looked good again, despite Cartilage Cathy playing up something rotten. You can see she’s not
Got the shirt rinsed and
Made up, and put some waste bags in the trolley carrier box,
It was heartwarming to see the cans of Chilli-Con-Carne and vegetables on the counter. A warm glow, knowing they should last me a while.
(Two photos today, for Ohio Billum, PPPFWP (Pulitzer Prize for Witty Poetry that Rhymes), and the RCMC (Red Car Monitoring Corporation) Head Honcho. Hehe!
I worked on this blog, and without much bother from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, either. Which was nice! Did a few hours work.
08:00hrs: The Vampire Nurse shouldn’t be too long coming.
09:00hrs: The Vampire Nurse hasn’t come yet. I’ll try to do some graphics, then she’s bound to arrive.
Nurse Hristina arrived around 11:00hrs. She was all behind due to parking difficulties. She was kind enough to look at the Health Check record and said the low pulse was nothing to worry about. Unless it is lower next time I do it, then to call 111 for advice. That’s cleared the gloom, Bless Her! ♥ She took the blood and left on her rounds.
I gt back onto CorelDraw, but the weariness started already, my concentration was shot, and CCC began to give me regular shakes. Then Neuropathy Pete’s mini-leg dancing started. Shame, I really need to get some graphics done, too! I did try, but it was no good. I went into Sulk-Mode!
I even got up and put the well-emptied bowl and things in the washing up bowl to soak with the saucepan.
I got down again in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, but sleep was not an option. I’d expected it come swiftly tonight, feeling so drained.
The CGTSMP (Can’t-Get-To-Sleep-Master-Ploy), was adopted, and I turned on the TV, when I saw that Law & Order was on, I chose that channel. The usual happened, I stayed awake for the first section, and when the commercial break started, I joined the realms of Sweet Morpheus.
But I kept waking up in a widden-dream, taradiddle filled, not the usual Thought Storms, they were wild, nonsensical and mocking in nature. During one of these episodes, I realised I had not taken the evening medications, so I did.
That’s good your vampire took a little time to look and your vitals and offer a bit of advice before she bled you. General you want your pulse is about zero, so you are doing quite well on that point. Great looking CCC.
I’m all confused about the vitals when they change dramatically, Sir. So, I’ll see what they are later on.
Good of you to keep an eye on them for me.
I went to do an Amazon order again for Morrisons, and was told they are limiting deliveries, but I can put one in next week. How do I get my chocolate Pretzels in, now? Hehehe!
Keep safe, all, cheers.
Chocolate pretzels should be considered a basic and necessary food. Especially for those confined to home jail.
Haha! I’m tempted to try a break-out to get some more in stock, Tim.
But things are getting serious now. Last week someone was fined £15,000 for holding a party, in Nottingham!
So, I’d better not.
That will teach those party animals.
I’m not jealous! Hehe!
Everyone here at the RCMC was intrigued by the Chestnut Walk sightings. It would appear that only two bright-red vehicular representational data points were discernable through the early cloak of darkness. Discernability is, of course, difficult upon an absence of a bright source of illumination; however, the photograph taken with the benefit of solar rays brought an astonishing number of red cars into full view. The three (3) additional vehicles may appear when I direct the electron microscope at the top of the photographicalisation taken during the cloak.
The pink glow permeated from the sky to the Earth, I’m glad you were able to fetch the camera before the magic dispelled. Grand photographs!
Thank you kindly, Billum.
Well put, again, Sir.
Funny how the brain works, well in muy case its a miracle it works at all. Hehehe! But the idea came to me, (they do that every decade or so), that the weird wonderful illuminationing, might be Coronavirus reserves coming down to support and assist the original attack force? Even I am amazed at the things that come from my mind. Why? How?
But there is not time to ponder over this conundrum now,
The Porcelain Throne call does meow,
I must get there in time, somehow,
If I’m late… Holy Cow!
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You possess a fecund imagination and the gift of curiosity — a curiosity that wells up from a myriad of speculative sources, kind Sir! A facility for peering below the surface to discover the mysteries of the everyday exceptionalities: every day on Inchcock Today.
…the weird wonderful illuminationing, might be Coronavirus reserves coming down to support and assist the original attack force?
Most people would not even look to see a peculiar pink glow. But then, most people do not even participate in their own lives, do they?
I fink a lot? Hehe!
Don’t not get nowt done wiv it, mind.
With having the highest EQ in the UK (at the time of the test), and the lowest ever recorded IQ by UPS, I had to go homw and ask Mr G what EQ was. Says soemting that does, but I don’t know what. I’ll srttle gladly for your interpretation, good Billum!
The folks who just carry on ausual, going out on the bus everyday, spreading the virus, are the guilty ones methinks.
I fink so. Actually, quite a bit. Fanks!
Perhaps I should taken an EQ test, we could compare them mayhaps? You are by any measure the best editor that IT has ever had the good fortune to assign, but I would have to check what Mr G or Wikipedia finks. And glad that you value my interpretation, Sir!
Every time I see a photo of a current gathering, I find my mind painting the surrounding atmosphere with Corona viruses shaped like Daleks, popping their toilet plungers onto the spreaders.
Interpretationally speaking, or even writing, one gets the impression, albeit only a shadow of my earlier voyages into exegeses, in a deeply concentrational frame-of mind and with Sherlock Holmesian intentions, that I am not inordinately sure what I’m talking about, Sir. But I thought I’d just mention it, like.
Your descriptiveness of your mind tendencies, upon perusing your aforementioned photographicalisations of groups of (hopefully, mask-wearing) nitwits, is not unsimilar to those I have, Billum.
You understand and comprehend the possible resulting problems, better than wot I do, but I doth agree… Mask-Up!
I rather had a few smiles reading your commentations, and thank you, Sir.