Insecure Inchies Diary – Tuesday 2nd February 2021

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Tuesday 2nd February 2021

Croatian: Utorak, 2 Veljače 2021

(2.2.21) 02:34hrs: I forced open my eyes and waited for the brain to catch me up. I soon realised that I’d just had a whopping great sleep of over five-hours duration! Grrreat! But why did I feel so tired still? There were no demands for any immediate wee-weeing needs. (Another surprise for me!)

I stayed there, on the £300, second-hand c1968, recliner, and did a bit of enforced bodily wriggling, to access the state of the ailments.

No signs of pain or even discomfort, from Ann Gyna. Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), or hassles, were all absent! Toothache Thomas and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) were the tiniest bit uncomfortable, but well-bearable to live with! Only Cartilage Cathy, of the Pain-Giving selection of ailments, was hurtful!  An extraordinary and delightsome state of medical affairs to wake up to! But I held back from going into a ‘Smug-Mode’, all the same.

For as I made my first moves to free myself from the battered and tatty futon, I realised that Nicoemus’s neurotransmitters failing, Saccades was blurring the vision, and Dizzy Dennis were both active! Not good, but far much better than the average upping and at ’em times, pain-wise.

By the time I’d fought my body out of the recliner and caught my balance. A wee-wee was needed. To the overnight bucket, and got a hell of a shock, as an FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out, as if from a hose-pipe! Gorblimey! A few specs of blood floaters too, probably from the Fungal Lesion, I’ll check on it later. Still, it woke me up fully, Hehe!

I washed me and the bucket, disinfected and got on with the Health Checks.

Yet another surprise. The SYS reading was down even further this morning, to 140, the lowest for years!

The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and reliable contactless thermometer result as down a smidgeon on yesterdays reading, at 36.9°c,  (98.42°f). A good count, methinks? It’s ion the green anyway.

I made a mess of photographing the feet as I got dressed. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? But it came out pretty horrible! 

Then I took the medications from last night, that again I’ve forgotten to take. Humph!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, put the milk in, and had to nip to the Porcelain Throne in some haste. 

No doubt in my mind from the innards rumbling, and that uncertain feeling in the stomach, this was going to be a session, that was dominated my Trotsky Terence again! Boy, was I right!

Again, like the last three visits, no soon had I plumped my bum on the plastic raised seat, the evacuations started and flowed slowly, but painlessly for once, on and on it went. Where is it coming from, I didn’t have a meal last night? Masses of it! Messy, stinky, mushy, all in long thin torpedo-shapes, that gelled together as I looked at it!

I swear it began steaming!

What a picklement, the flushes were not clearing much away down the hole, despite things looking like they were turning almost liquid each time the handle was pressed, and that was many times! I don’t think I’ve ever had to flush and refill the tank so often? Took me ages free things up. But eventually, it disappeared! Phew!

The towel that I had put on the sock-glide to air-off was left where it was. I felt a comfort of sorts, in not having to look at the vindictive, injury-producing, hateful damned thing! Hahaha!

Off to get the ablutions tackled. The teeth cleaning produced only two dropsies! The shaving was a good session, only two dropsies, and three minuscule nicks. The showering was a bit of a lark, eleven dropsies, two bags against hard objects, and a few worries over loses of balance – however, I got through it without any severe injuries, all the same. It took me well over an hour this time.

The wee-wees were getting a little more frequent for some unknown. Back on the computer, I got sidetracked when I found a site with some good usable old English words. Made a brew, the bitterly cold fine rain was falling.

I had a bash at cleaning the reading glasses, but I had to be careful with Nicodemus and SSS starting to play up. It took me ages to find where I’d left the wristwatch.

After a lengthy and in-depth ‘driving-me-bonkers’ search…

I found it right in front of me, on the 1963-designed and made Hopewell’s G-plan cabinet. I bought it from the charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flat. I wish I’d known it was going to fall to pieces so soon. Tsk!

I got the hearing aids decoked and out in. And returned to the computer, and at a whim, I started to create a little humorous rhyme with graphics, about the lockdown.

I got as far as making the header for the funny ode post, and the door chimes burst forth. It was the district nurse, bless her cotton socks! I hobble unsteadily to the door and welcomed her in. Such a lovely lady ♥. She set to getting things done, while I waffled on, going through the usual stuff and checks.

BP, Diabetes, Peripheral Neuropathy. Temperatures, DVT. Urine bladder and bowels, Warfarin level, etc. The Fungal Lesion was explained in full, I only just stopped her having a look at it – that would have been mega-embarrassing for me. Hehehe! We discussed the PPs and the problems I’d been having.

Not too happy with the BP, when she looked at the readings log. Took a photo of it to take with her to the clinic, or whatever. Also, she took the notes of the wee-weeing colour etc. and the heavy-duty Throne activities with her. I always feel cared for after she’s been to see me. ♥

She checked the two Covid-19 vaccination papers details. I thanked her, and feeling so much better for her calling, off she shot to her next old biddy or middy. Ah, so sad to see her go! Sob!

Back to the Lockdown Advice, funny post creating. The odes took me a lot longer than anticipated, and it was getting late now, and the weariness was coming on, as it usually does at this time. So, I pressed on to get the blog finished of and posted it off to WordPress.

In case you wish to have a smile, here is the link: Inchies Lockdown Escape Advice.

As I was posting off, at long last, the graphic and ode funny (I hope) to WordPress, what a clatter of noise from above. I hope whoever is living where it came from are alright.

I found the latest Covid-19 figures locally.

They show new cases being done on the previous full week as being down 14.9%.

I’d forgot to put the photographs of the icy weather this morning on the blog, better late than never I suppose, so here they the be.

Bottom field, with the human footsteps imprinted on the shortcuts that had been taken.

The kitchenette window, as I opened it to take the pictures, wit the droplets showing as the dripped all over my bulging but wobbly belly.

The wet roads and the mist and drizzle gave an eerie aspect to this shot to Sherwood’s left view. The view reminded me of something, but what? I can’t remember.

I was getting another brew (Oh, the wee-wees have died down by the way!), and the landline burst forth, but I could not get to it in time. Back to the kitchen, and the mobile burst forth. It was Jenny, and we had a friendly little gossip, that was good of her to call me. I enjoyed that, thanks, Jenny. ♥

I made sure I had some bread, well baps, unfrozen ready to have ham rolls and tomatoes for nosh later on!

The landline rang and flashed one more. It was the Sherrington Park Medical Practice receptionist, the one with a good clear voice. Amazing, after finding out that was had booked and have to travel all that way to have the Covid-19 vaccinations, I find out I could have had it done at home!!!!!!

Funny that is, just the day after Deana made the appointments, I get the chance, which I can no longer accept, of having the injections done at home arranged by the Doctor! Then it changed to “We were just making sure your covered, being ‘a-high-risker’ That was that, I felt the opposite of what I did after seeing the nurse, and felt a little like I’d been fobbed off in some way. But I soon came round after the call. It’s not going to be easy, and it might be expensive if I have to get a taxi. But, weather permitting, at least if you have to get two buses, either way, I can manage it (he says hopefully). Haha!

I got the nosh, such as it was, prepared and on the plate and tray. So wearified now! No cooking involved, all cold stuff, but I did enjoy it, as I settled and watched a Tales of the unexpected episode, well, tow pf them, but I nodded off when the advertisements came on in the second one, waking up as the music started as it finished.

Zzzz!