Incorruptible Inchie, Wednesday 20th January 2021, Diary

TFZers Thomas

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Wednesday 20th January 2021

Swahili: Jumao tarehe 20 Januari 2021

00:25hrs: I came back to semi-consiousness, the first thought was of the Iceland delivery that is due, and will they send any bread this time?

As I glanced at the notepad, I did my best to read what I had written down lat night. But it was a forlorn hope, although I do seem to recall having a cracking headache as I got my head down?

Then, as is a regular occurrence, the instant, urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. And the diurnally battle to get my flubber-blubber-bellied body out of the second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet. This morning it was a relatively easy task. But the pains from Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as bad as they have been for many months. Caught my balance easily enough, and I wobbled over to the overnight-wee-wee-bucket.

Another record broke here, I reckon. I passed more in this one visit than ever before! It took me so long, I thought I’d never stop! I was baffled at how so much liquid could have come from the stomach. (Then again, confusedness does come to me so easily) 

I went to get a bottle of the made-up spring-water and cordial, for there was a thirst-and-a-half on me this morning. I took this photo from the light & view-blocking window of the morning view. The wind was howling, yet I could still hear the ‘Hum’ as well? As I closed the window, the rain started to come down.

Heckithump! Back to the bucket for another wee-wee! Another marathon session. Not blasting, but I had no control over the flow, on and on it went again. Now, the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying. A big bucket, it is too! I emptied and sanitised it, and washed the hands. I replaced it near the computer, cause it was obviously going to be needed again. Tsk!

I fetched the bottle and started the computer. I got the photos uploaded into CorelDraw, and titivated them top look a bit better than they did, which was not good.

Five minutes into doing this, and yet another incumbent wee-wee was needed. Not quite as long this one, but it started to hurt a bit towards the end, and for the first time, there was some PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

By the time I’d got the photos done, and in the WordPress gallery, the two-litre bottle of spring water had all been drunk! I washed my hands and went to make up and refill the bottle. I also spotted that the airlessness thingy, supplied by Nottingham City Homes, showed a temperature and humidity as both being in the green, only just, but this was far better than yesterday.

I pressed on with the WordPressing and got the Tuesday diary updated. Nicodemus and SSS were both being so kind to me… But of all ailments, Colin Cramps was giving me bother in the left-hand fingers. Usually (and regularly) he does this at night after I settle done in the c1968 recliner. But now he was having a ball with me, Gawd blimey, he was! I got the Phorpain gel, I and had a good rubbing in session. Of course, it doesn’t help ease the pain, but the doctors say the rubbing in helps? I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet, so I did along with an extra Zapain that the mystery tenant angel gave me.

The Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a much better reading this time. SYS down to 156. DIA to 81, and the Pulse at 82.

This was a pleasant change for me.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was a little higher, at 37.3°c, but it was still with a been background colour, so it must be within range methinks.

Oh, dearie me! Back to the NWWB, and getting fed-up with it (Hehehe!), I had one more marathon session. This time, there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Another long session. Washed the hands, and noted that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were getting even more painful, why? I suppose it’s because I’m doing such a lot of sitting down at the computer?

While I was up, I made some waste bags and got them into the box on the three-wheeler walker in the hallway.

As I got on with the updating, I also noticed that warm, wet sensation from the rear end! Damnations, the haemorrhoids were bleeding! Off to the wet room, and cleaned and medicated Harold’s area. Got new PPs on (this is costing me a fortune!) Washed up and returned to the computerisationing.

Despite Harold, Colin and stopping for wee-wees (three-times!), I got the blog finished. Posted it off, Pinterested pictures, and Emailed the link. Did some Facebooking, and realised that I had not had a wee-wee for an hour? Not complaining, mind!

Then went on the WP comments. Next, the WordPress Reader section.

Made a brew of 99 tea, the first cuppa today. Then made a start on this post, but Colin Cramps is still playing me up, so, things will take a long time to get done… if at all!

Off to get the ablutions done, all but a shower that is. With the Iceland delivery due to come so early. I’ll get the shower later on. The toothache was baddish. Not a single cut shaving. Soon done, and out to the computer, oh, after making a mug of Glengettie.

I didn’t get far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrives, and with the Iceland delivery that could arrive at any time – bad timing! I rushed things along as best I could – and believe it or not, the evacuation apart from painful, with pushing thing, was almost perfect. Not smelly, or messy. And cleared in one flush!

Back on the computer, and the wee-wee demands reignited. Humph! And this one was a marathon again! Colin Cramps was getting even worse now, so I had a look to see if any Codeines were in the pods. What a mess they were in! The spill cover was loose, and all this week’s medications are mixed up, some pods with two tablets in, and others with nine!

It’s not been a good day up to now, has it? As I thought this, EQ indicated it was going to get worse – he’s never wrong! My spirits sank, and the bottom lip started to protrude. Hehehe!

I got dressed properly, I and made another tasty brew of Glengettie tea.

The intercom sounded and lit up, aha, the Iceland deliveryman arrived. I let him in, and got my facemask on and waited at the front door for him. He put the bags through the door for me, and off he trotted with a can of rum in thanks.

As I was taking the carriers through to the kitchen, it dawned on me that there were only three of them? I was sure I ordered more than that.

But of course, I could have made mistakes on the order. It has been known for me to (not much!) Hehe! I looked at the email with the list of products. Oh, dearie me! A little short of the essentials today! EQ was right again!

Next, I decided to get the showering done, before starting on the CorelDrawing graphics. Then realised I’d not got my Yakult on, I’d left it in the wet room. 

So, I trudged off to fetch it, as it was getting colder, or I was anyway. I foolishly thought that I’d coped wellish with today’s Whoopsiedangleplop, Hah!

Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I’d only left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wetroom sink! The water was stone cold! And would not heat up until about 17:00hrs. So much for taking a shower, then!

Of course, this didn’t make me boiling mad at myself, start name-calling and insulting me, oh, no! self-hatred and loathing didn’t come into my mind at all. Depressed? Me? No!… This lying lark is not good! I was self-conscious about my repeated failures, memory blanks, inability to comprehend, and knowledge that things are not going to get better! I could have flooded the poor soul/s in the flat below! Just pure chance that the overflow coped with it, and although belatedly, I found out in time to avert a disaster. I got an acidy taste in the mouth, self-hatred, most likely.

I got some mushroom cooking in the crock-pot, added some Squid and malt vinegar, and sea salt. I was not concentrating as I did it, and dropped the salt pot. Somehow, it didn’t matter, at the moment.

I had a peep at the YourArea Emagazine, for updates to the Coronova locally and weather.

I forced myself to try CorelDrawing again, at least Colin Cramps was easing off at last, then remembered seeing an email from Jenny earlier, and opened it. I sent a reply. I hope they are doing alright down there in their flat. Jenny has Nora living with her while the lockdown is on, a wonderful gesture, the dear Doris appreciates it so much and deserves it.

Back to CorelDrawing at last. I got just one graphic done, sad innit?

The weariness fell as I got the nosh prepared. This meal was so easy to prepare, nowt hot, so no worries over the oven not working. It’s a shame that Iceland failed to deliver the other three packs of cooked meat and the bread, else I’d be able to make more easy meals, especially as I enjoyed this one so much. The taste-rating of 8/10 given.

Between eating, getting the pots washed and taking the evening medications, I needed three wee-wees! I prayed that they would not interrupt my sleep. Or even worse – any escapages would be suffered overnight! Please!

What a great, nights kip it turned out to be! ♥

I put a Die Hard, DVD,

I soon fell asleep and stayed wee-wee free!

I dreamed, but memories didn’t come back to me,

Had a straight five hours sleep, so you see,

I was just waking up, that spoilt my glee!

Mind you, then I needed another wee-wee!

6 thoughts on “Incorruptible Inchie, Wednesday 20th January 2021, Diary

  1. Humidity up (from the hot tap running?), SYS down, temp normal. Not bad. Not bad at all. Decent looking meal.

    • Ah, you may have a point there, Tim! I’d not thought of that. (There’s a lot I don’t think about, Hehe!)
      Not as good as CCC, but I wan’t up to making one.
      Take care out there!

  2. “Marathon Micturitional Dribbling Lengthens Sleep” — Author unknown.
    “3 Marathon sessions spent dispatching urinal fluids may produce sufficient weariness to significantly increase the probability of a visit from Sweet Morpheous. Results will vary.” — *The Wee World of Pre- and Post-Micturitional-Dribbling: Nottingham, 2021.
    🙂

    • Aha, a revelation of mictritional dribbling! Surely worth sending the Medical Council, the United Nations, or the local rag, Sir?
      With your edumacation and skilled verbal range, perhaps a ‘College type Paper’, could be written and sent to a Dean, Chancellor or the President, for consideration as for being used as a World-wide assistant for everyone with certain bladder affecting ailments, and Insomnia? Fame could be at your fingertips! (or anywhere else you’d like it). The New el-Presidento will jump at the chance, surely?
      Just athought, Billum. Hehe!

      • Could be worth as much as the Sherlockian monograph on cigar ashes, a game changer — a change gamer even. Hahaha!!
        Back in the 2000s decade, I worked as a freelance translator and produced some high quality (I shall now pat myself on the back — including the Guttate Psoriasis. Gad.) and adopt a smug mode. 🙂 Did a lot of German-English translations for industrial installations, machine tools, cranes… The going rate was 10 Euros per word at a time when the Euro was going for $1.6 Euros to the Dollar. A 60% bonus for the same amount of work. I do not recall translating anything regarding mictritional dribbling though. The New el Presidento has not yet contacted me, but he has been busy — or so I have heard. Hehehe! Perhaps I can work from home and avoid living in DC. Might just be putting the cart before the horse?

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