Innocuous Inchies Diary – Thursday 11th February 2021

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Thursday 11th February 2021

Maori: Taite 11 Pepuere 2021

02:55hrs: I’m afraid things aren’t too good this morning healthwise.

Bad, in fact. Pains in the right fib cage, dizzy heavy, dry eyes, coughing, wheezing, a hell of a sore throat, too! A heck of a farce getting out of the recliner, I all but went over as I stood up

The mind was muddled. As I took a wee-wee, the bucket was almost full! I thought about the Amazon Morrison order that is due this morning, then there is the Covid-1- Vaccination in the morning, I was certainly not in any condition to get there at the moment. Maybe the nurse can give me something to helo me come-round a bit?

I’m not sure how I’ll go with the ablutioning either. The comments on WordPress, I was not able to concentrate on at all, sorry folks.

I made a start on the Health Checks while I was able to. Why I don’t know, but I couldn’t get the Boots Sphygmomanometer to work, I gave it several attempts, but the shaking and shivering might have summat to do with it?

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, worked fine enough.
I’ll give it another go on the BP machine later. That is if I don’t get feeling any worse than I already do.

I got the updating to the Wednesday log done, no doubt with many errors and mistakes made along the way. Pinterested some snaps, and emailed the link. Onto Facebook, but not for long, as I said, I was terribly confused about things. WP comments next, and then the WordPress Reader section.

Went to make the first tea of the day, Glengettie – but I’m not sure if I will be able to cope with it, I’ve started the regurgitate bits of food, or phlegm, now! Humph! The tea tasted totally different? Didn’t drink it.

Time to get the ablutions done now, so I can get it done before the food is delivered by the Amazon shopper. Gawd, it felt cold, even with the heater on full. Brrr!

  • ABLUTUIONALISATIONING REPORT:
  • I had to start with a Porcelain Throne evacuation. Not too messy, maybe Consiptation Konrad is making a comeback?
  • Toothache Terence was a little bothersome, but nowt serious.
  • The shaving was a smidge fraught, Shaking Shaun, you know. Only two tiny nicks. Fair does, they bled well!
  • The showering had its moment as well, clout on the elbow against the grab rai, and I bent down to retrieve the dropped shower gel and banged the forehead. Ah, well!
  • Drying off was trouble-free, Yes!
  • The medicationalisationing was almost perfect! Just Cartilage Cathy was any bother!.
  • Struggling to get the PPs on, and over I went down backwards on my bum – banging the shoulder, I clouted in the shower.
  • Harolds Haemorrhoids were not happy with me!

As I was coming out of the wetroom, I found myself singing away? The door throat had eased a bit, the coughing was as frequent but seemed less of it? The pain in the right chest had reduced – no understanding or reason that I can find?

I took the morning medications. I was still feeling a little perkier than earlier – but with the taste buds dying, I think I’ll call 111 later.

The body temperature was right again.

I tried the Sphynonamity As I caught up with this blog, I got two text messages, from Amazon. My Morrison-Amazon shopper is on the way. At 08:55hrs, the intercom burst into life, but I could not hear what the lad was saying. I hobbled out to meet him in the lift lobby, he soon arrived, and he put the bags in the hallway for me.

I thanked him, and off he trotted.

While I thought of it, I used the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Not too high at 159, DIA at 84, Pulse bit high maybe at 96bpm?

I moved the bags into the kitchen.

I concentrated on sorting the double ordered items I bought, what a clot, I thought when I made the order, it was for next Thursday. Jenny Nora and Frank, and the Wardens can benefit from my idiocy. Hahaha!

I skillfully loaded the waste bags and one from Amazon, onto the trolley-guide, and out to the waste chute room.

Caught a lift down to Jenny’s, and left the parcel outside their door.

Back up to my floor, with its Modern Art wall painted decor.

Got in the flat and hand-washed the
Made in Myanmar (Burmese) made, maroon zip-up jacket, Al done, rung, rinsed and hung above the kitchen sink, to drip dry for a few months.

I made some parsnips, carrots, red onion and a few potatoes.  As it was flavoured with Oxo meat and vegetable seasoning, and some mild chilli powder and yellow capsicum.

Pound to a penny that I don’t eat it, with my tastebuds out of action.

All earlier ailments returned instantly as it someone had turned a light on! I’m going to have a sit-down. And unwind. Jenny called me on the mobile.

I fell asleep, and nearly fell off of the chair as I woke up, Hehehe! This was the end of sleeping for the next, but doing anything was beyond me. I just sat with the sore throat, coughing, shivering, and rib pains, and didn’t do anything, but could not get back to sleep. Things were bad now.

I got a call from the Doctors surgery, about tomorrows vaccine jab. I explained how things were, and the lady said she would have a talk with doctor Vindla, and she would ring me back. I thanked her.

She phoned ten-minutes later. I struggled to hear what she was saying, but the gist of it was: Ask Warden Deana to call, 119 and book a Covid-19 test via mail. Do not go to the vaccine inoculations tomorrow! So not be tempted to take extra Codeine 60g. Get back in touch if things do not improve.

The rest of the day, I sat, moped, coughed, gargled for the throat, and feared what this new rib pains were, I’ve enough ailments without a new one.

I noted a football match was on the box. Watching the news, then the weather, a chap said tonight it night get down to -13°c, in Scotland Brrr! I grabbed the camera and took a photo of the screen. Ah, this was a firecas for Saturday.

It took many hours, but I did get off to sleep, for two hours! Woke up coughing, hurting sneezing now, and decided to get up not that I’d got down!

Not good, Humph!