♥ TFZer Lillie, at her weekend cottage ♥
Inchcock Today
Monday 15th February 2021
Finnish: Maanantai 15 Helmikuuta 2021
05:00hrs: Woke up to pains from Cartilage Cathy, and where Colin Cramps had been having a go at me again, nocturnally! But, nothing, compared to the previous two nights. I drank no end of spring water yesterday, and as Tim Price says, it seemed to have helped! At least I got a few hours kip in, a decent four hours I work it out as.
As soon as I attempted to move my old aching limbs, and flobby-bellied torso from the Grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickeningly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner to catch my balance. Cathy and Arthur Itis complained, and the knees were dodgy again, so I really took my time, gingerly hooked the wooden walking stick over my shoulder, and tried to walk to the kitchen, without using it. I got there without any hassle, but, as I mention, I was weary and planning my route near solid objects I could use if I did go over.
No wee-wee called for? I got the kettle on and cracked my elbow on the countertop, and calmy muttered some oath or other – good heavens, my voice was all nasal and croaky? There was mucus wanted to come out from the throat and nose, I got rid of a bit of it. But it was still better than two days ago, just the knees and Colin Cramp’s after-effects were any bothers. I talked myself into an even-keel frame of mind.
I tackled the pre-Dump Health Checks. The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer results were okay. SYS 161. DIA 70 PULSE 90. A good start!
In Hong Kong, the Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer returned decent reading, lit up in the green. Of 36.7°c – 98.6°f. A smidge high, but well down on what it has been some days. So, no complaints from me!
I made a brew of Glengettie, took the morning medications, and got a packet of the luxury Lemon Wafers out, for the nurse when she calls to take my blood. When she’s been, I’ll nip some down for the Jenny family, I bet Frank and Nora will love them.
The legs seemed to be regaining some muscle now, that Colin Cramps has had a ball with the legs and hands these last three nights.
I’d let the tea go cold, so I went to make another mashing. Oh, the fog falleth!
I constipated on getting the Sunday Diary updating done, I’ve got to make a template for today. It’s all go! Concentrationalistically, I pressed on and got it finished, but it took me a few hours. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters being so kind to me, I hope this continues for a while, Grrreat! Got it done and posted-off to WP. Then on Facebooking, but with my getting up late, it was time to get the ablutions done, before the nurse arrives.
I had to use the Porcelain Throne first. Despite my best efforts, nothing moved again, a couple of tiny meatballs, and they hurt on the way out!
The Ablutions went really well! In total, I had only six dropsies! Yes! The getting dressed was the opposite of yesterdays when I put on Tent-like new PPs. I adorned one of the blue ones, just the reverse, these were the ones sent too small a size. Things were getting a little squashed! Tsk!
I hand-washed the Afghanistani made turquoise thick-thermal long-sleeved jumper. Washed, rinsed, fabric-softened, rung and hung it up above the sink, to drip dry. The Coronvurus might be beaten by the time it dries. Hehe!Â
Then, back to the Porcelain Throne, I fell confident of an evacuation this time.
Which just goes to show you how wrong a man can be! Apart from a few more rock-hard walnut-sized lumps, a fair bit of wind, and the innards giving me some jip. Humph!
Washed, and went back to the kitchenette, the fog seemed about the same as earlier on.
I’ll have to dish these PPs, too inhibitive, far too small. Will, I ever get a pack of them that isn’t too large or too small? I bet Tena are making a fortune and clearing out there 
small and XXL stock! Gragfackles!
I did the Post-Dump, Health Checks.
SYS 162, DIA 71, Pulse 89, on the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) Guangdong, China.
Body temperature at 37.2°c. Which is lower than it has been for a while, but apparently, still a midge high?
I updated the XL Health Check log, and it was back to the Porcelain Throne again.
No joy, things had not loosened, they’d done the opposite I reckon. Nothing moved, but I knew there was a significantly impacted dollop in there, praying to be freed! Oh, dearie me!
I went in search if a new bob-cap, I knew was in the junk room somewhere.
After an hour or so, I found it, at last, I keep my head warm at least.
The label, a Primark one, tells me this 
Chinese manufactured Head Heater, hat, was 2.6 togs? I got it on straight away, snug as a bug!
I made a start on the template for today, then began to work on it.
WordPress was messing about with the picture gallery, that confused me a bit.
Four hours later, I went onto the WordPress Reader section.
I came across this photograph on the SD card. Must be another one taken in error? But when and what, beat me. Any guesses?
Time to get some sarnies made up for nosh. Oh, I’ve not seen any signs of the nurse? I double-checked on the Google Calendar – Wot a plonka! It’s next Monday! Still, I can nip the nibbles down the Jenny, Nora and Frank. So, I did.
Returned, and made up a nosh. I rather spoilt myself. Milk Roll buttered pork sarnies, being the highlight.
Flavour Rating: 8/10!
Colin Cramps visited again, but not as bad as is usual.
Sleep came belatedly, whenever Colin eased off, the Thought-Storms took over. But I managed a four-hour nod -off!
TTFNski.
03:00hrs: I was still awake with cramps, evil, more persistent than ever, and had been driving me crazy, for five hours now. Hands, fingers and both lower legs! 
As I gently eased my Goliath-like stomached body up onto the legs, the pain and unsteadiness made me plop back down into the recliner. Which really pleased Harold Haemorrhoids, I can tell yer! I waited patiently and started doing gentle leg exercises. I was actually a little nervous at walking, but the wee-wee was needed. So I grabbed Metal Micky, and gently slow-hobbled to the wet room, the bucket was full?
I went about six-feet or so, and the agony in the knees was chronic! Of course, a young full-blooded, healthy, dynamic person like me didn’t wince, swear, cringe, cry or give out noises that sounded a bit like a dying mousse! Took the wee-wee, it made me wonder how the bucket ever got filled last night, cause even with the after-dribbles, the whole effort wouldn’t have filled a coffee cup! I got the camera, to have a look at the state of the legs: They looked like they did last night, after Colin Cramp’s first half-hour attack. The muscles at the bottom of the leg, were all soft and gooey to touch, and the tops of the portion, seemed to have got fatter? There’s an apparent reason for this… but I don’t what it is.
I don’t know why I bothered, but I applied some Phorpain Gel where I could reach. I must have used half a tube last night, took extra Codeine, and later on, a Zapain (which was donated by a kind mystery resident, thank you). Germoloided poor Harold Haemorrhoids, and took the morning medications. 
Things might be improving, eh?
I made up some bags of waste and added them to those already in the walker-guide box. Washed the pots, and off to the Porcelain Throne. 
few minutes, just in case, like. I’ve been fooled and caught out before! In fact, I’m ace at it!
The Sphygmomanometer had the SYS up to 163, DIA at 75, and the Pulse was 83bpm. This is not bad at all compared to what the last weeks readings have been.
The temperature was back in the red again, at 37.7°c – 99.86°f. It’s been higher on three of the ‘Flu-Affected’ days this week.
 If I’m not fretting, fearing or frightened of something, I’m just not happy! Hehehe!
I remembered to put one of the XXL PP’s on to see how 
Time to get my chef’s hat on, and prepare Josie’s cheesy potato nosh. A reet treat this week. The cheesy mash was p[probably the best I’ve ever made, mind you, it cost a bomb, it the butter, Leicester Cheese, strained Tuna Chunks, Surimi sticks, tomatoes roast crispy onions, pickled egg, demerara-sugared garden peas, Baby bell coins, Pink Gin and Tonic, cream strawberry, or is it a raspberry trifle. 
The top middle picture shows some light coming at the end of the lobby, through from the window that views the back of Woodthorpe Grange Park. 
one part of the field, and hardly anywhere else. A closer look, the area had been fenced off.
Jenny, Nora and Frank. I really do miss having a natter, chinwag, moan, gossip, call it what you will. Ahh!
and en route, the shivers came over me, and some phlegm came up. I do pray that the flu isn’t trying to come back. Or, whatever it was. Please!
bags I’d missed loading – so I loaded them. Tsk! 
I spent the next five hours doing this blog, then decided to stop, cause I was done-in suddenly. I’ll make some sarnies for my nosh and a few tomatoes methinks. Which I did, and it went down a treat! Flavour rating was a decent, nae, highly satisfactory 8/10. 
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