Incautious-Inchy – Friday 19th February 2021 Diary

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Friday 19th February 2021

Samoan: Aso Faraile 19 Fepuari 2021

23:25hrs: Woke with a start, in need of a wee-wee. I disentangle my overly-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, eyesore of a horrendously-grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use recliner, and caught my balance. A few hobbles to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) and, I was somewhat disappointed in the reluctant trickle that followed.

My head seemed clearer this morning; the vagueness of the last few days seemed to be lessening? We’ll see! I made a brew of Glengettie Gold, but the taste-buds tasted only acidy, metallic flavour, eurgh! I’ll stick with the spring water, methinks.

Despite the best efforts of SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and SS (Saccades Sandra), I pressed on and got the updating of the Thursday diary completed. I long, a mistake-ridden affair that took too long, with the ever-correcting. Posted it off to WordPress. Pinterested two snaps, Emailed the link, and I went on Facebooking catch-up.

Had a go on the WordPress Reader section. I’m not sure if they have problems with it, but only a handful of new posts showed up?

I did the Pre-Dump Health Checks. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, gave up some amazing results. SYS at 137, the lowest it’s been for many a month, DIA at 67 and PULSE at a nice low reading of 80 bpm!

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer result, cheered my up no-end! 33.1°c – 91.58°f… Grrreat! At the back of my mind, there was hope that the virus is improving? The dry sore-throat remains, as does the cough, but not as bad as it was. Fingers crossed!

Pondering whether to have a mug of Glengettie or not, I had a pica craving. I decided to have a mug of the Glengettie and eat a sour iced-sucker with it… I know; I’ve no idea where the allotriophagy came from, either. But the lolly affected the flavour of the tea, and it was well passable? Not so acidy or metallic tasting when eating the sucker with it.

Then, I got the urge to do the handwashing. Just the maroon Pakistani made Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck thermal Sweater. I got washed, rinsed, fabric softened and hung above the sink.

I used the new substituted from Iceland, fabric conditioner. Very costly, too. According to the label: Comfort Creations, blended by perfume experts! Honeysuckle & Sandalwood. Super-Concentrated. I  thought it was time for a bit of well-intended, advice-giving…

This crap but expensive fabric conditioner stinks awful! Like when one walked through a ladies perfume stand in a shop. Sweet and sickly!

The bombilation from the ‘Hum’ began to get louder, and I think there was machine-made noise coming from above as well.

There has been no gurglings or signs of life from the innards at all this morning? Most different? Then as I was cleaning up from the washing mess I’m made, I had to make my way to the Porcelain Throne in some haste, all to no avail!

CW05Again, I felt the sensation that a few pounds of compacted-product wanted to be released, but the innards clung-on to it like glue! I had a go at the crossword in the hope things may activate – they didn’t. Mind you, I did get two answers to the puzzle!

I carried out the Post-Dump Health Checks.

The Sphygmomanometer showed: SYS 145, DIA 69 and PULSE 84, noting to worry about there.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, had shot up from earlier. 36.5°c – 97.7°f. Quite a jump?

I made a start on this diary. Then went onto CorelDraw to do a couple of graphics for later use.

Then I got the ablutioning sorted out. And jolly fine it went, too! The teeth-cleaning two dropsies, but otherwise, it was problemless! Oh, yes!

The shaving had a few more dropsies but no hassle in retrieving the razors. One, I say, one tiny nick only!

The showering had a couple of losses balance and one dizzy spell. No bangs, toe-stubbing or walking into anything at all!

The medicating went well, although I did get an attack of the dropsies doing it. The olive oil bottle, the Germoloid and the Cortisone cream (twice) tubes. Both nasal clearing sprays as well. But on the bright side, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as good as gold! I dropped the Brute spray and putting on the new PPs.

I found out how easy the Morrison ones are to split and tear! Hehehe! Not a bad session compared to some I’ve had. I got dressed easily enough.

Came out and made a brew, then called Deana to ask her to phone the chemist for me; I’ve only a few days of prescriptions left.

Answer phone, so I assume the gal is busy. I meant to ask her yesterday, but I forgot all about it. I tried twice more during the day, without any luck. I may have to bother and ask Jenny to help me again and give the chemist a ring about my prescriptions.

I know what you are thinking, how can such a young, fit, healthy, keen, alert, intelligent, distinguished, well-educated youthful, cherished person like me forget anything. Ahem!

But, I did remember to see if any Sainsbury delivery slots were available. No morning slots and only one day-time spot was available.  For next Friday 26th February, at 16:00>17:00hrs. Not so bad, just a week to wait. So, I made the order and sent it off.

The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another brew, not that it stated ‘right’ yet, but it is a little less irony tasting.

I had a look at the comments that had come in. And flaked…

I got the Chilli-Con-Carni made up and coked slowly… mainly because I was stirring away and taking nibbles of the American vegetarian chilli on and off, for an hour, then realised I’d not turned the cooker power on!

What a plonka!

Some milk toll bread to soak up the amazing flavoured gravy. I’d added some veg and meat Oxo to it and a few extra black beans. Flavour Rating: 9/10! The pot of jelly and custard went down well, too.

Grrreat!

Sweet Morpheus welcomed me, even though I wanted to stay awake long enough to watch ‘Tales of the Unexpected’.

No chance! The bliss enveloped me as the programme started, and I stayed in the land of nod for three hours – but sprang awake as the landline flashed.

The Community Nursing lady confirmed that they will be coming Saturday for the Covid and Monday to do the Warfarin blood testing.

Sleep was no longer an option; I was wide-awake. Thoughts-Storming away and coughing a bit.

Hey-Ho!

Inchies Inkles – Thursday 18th February 2021, Diary


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Thursday 18th February 2021

Spanish: Jueves 18 de Febrero de 2021

03:25hrs: Slowly, the brain came into force, and I realised I’d just slept for Seven-Hours! Grrreat! It’s been months since I’ve had such a long kip!

I rose from the recliner, caught my balance with relative ease, and used the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety, with tons of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble) to round off the session.

I put the kettle on and got the first of the Health Checks done. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, showed a pleasing SYS of 142, Dia 72, and PULSE of 89bpm.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, gave a result in the green of 36.6°c – 97.88°f. Not bad.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and it tasted a little more like usual, so the taste-buds might be getting back to normalish?

Started the updating of the Wednesday blog, which for some reason I’d missed making reminder notes for, so it was a bit hit and miss, factually. Got it completed and sent off to WordPress. Pinterested a few snaps. Emailed the link. Checked the email in-box and found that Iceland, were back to missing items and substituting again! So, that’s Morrisons, and Sainsbury’s and now Iceland, who seem to be short of fabric conditioner?

The delivery might arrive anytime now, so I went on Facebooking while I awaited the food to arrive. Went to check the door, yet another letter arrived re-the Covid Vaccination having to be booked. The head spins each time I get one with different or opposite instructions!

The Iceland man rang the intercom. Dropped the stuff through the door for me and got a can of Pimms in thanks and appreciation from me. I got the bits through to the kitchen and opened and stored the contents.

I struggled to make room to get the bread in the freezer, but I managed it after some rigmarole and rearranging. I now have three loaves of Milk, Roll bread, and a bread thins in the freezer, just if I have difficulties getting any more, as I did last week.

I made a start on this post. I need to get the waste bags away at 08:00hrs. Less chance of contact with anyone, and we can’t do it earlier, the rubbish’s noise going down the chute disturb’s folks. I took this photo from inside the balcony; I didn’t want to risk letting in the cold by opening the windows.

I got the bags in the box, added the recycling one last, and off to the waste chute.

Did some more updating, and then the witching hour arrived, so I could take the rubbish away.

I took the walker and waste out through the lobby and into the lift lobby. All was quiet on the Western front. I couldn’t even hear the ‘Hum’ in the lobby? Eerie! 

I got to the waste-room door, and I faffed about a bit, getting the trolley-guide inside the room. My coordination seemed to be going to pot? This I put down to the Peripheral Neuropathy. When I was typing, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were on and off all the time; I think I may be in for some SSS and even an involuntary right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance later on. No specific reason for thinking this, just that its happened like this before.

On the way back, the wall with the Art Deco paintwork grew on me. I like it more and more.

I bumbled my way back into the flat. My spacial judgement is still not good. I had a twinge of muscle contractions and thought it might be a good idea to make up some of the spring water concoctions and make sure I drank as much as possible to give me a chance of avoiding the sleep-taking Colin Cramps when he visits tonight.

I made up two 2-litre bottles of spring water, with added orange cordial—one for tonight and the other during the day. I must do anything I can, being in my condition. Hehe!

I finally got around to visiting the WordPress Reader section. I had a look at the YourArea local Emag.

At first glance, the Covid-19 figures seem confusing, to me, anyway. I eventually worked out the problem. The top left was accumulative for the last 7 days, bottom left for Nottinghamshire. The right one is accumulative. I got there, eventually. Hehe! 

I got on with creating some graphics for the future templates on CorelDraw. Then at long last, I used the Porcelain Throne! A Constipation Konrad grind! But not messy.

I carried out the Post-Dump Health Checks. The only thing of any concern was the Body temperature that had gone up a fair bit yet again; 38.5 °c –  101.3°f. Far too high!

I had a cuppa and some lemon wafers and took a photograph through the balcony windows of the bleak wintery weather.

Deana called, a quick check, she wisely didn’t come in the flat, spoke from the doorway, bless her.

The early weariness dawned; I was so tired that having anything to eat was out the question. I got settled and put the TV on, ‘Tales of the unexpected’, two half-hour shows. These take me back to happy times when I didn’t need to wear an adult size nappy. Hehehe! I found enthusiasm for watching a programme at last. Headphone on, I began to enjoy the first one…

The landline burst forth and flashed. It was someone from the Covid Vaccination people. I explained about my possibly having Covid-19, so am isolating as told to. He said he’d ting back in two weeks.

Missed a lot of programmes plot, but returned to watch it. The telephone chirped and flashed again five minutes later. It was a lady from the Community Nursing Unit. She arranged for someone to come and test me on Saturday twixt 10:00 > 14:30hrs.

Back to the TV. Once more, the landline activated. Someone asking ho I was coping? They did not answer when I asked who they were? I rang off.

It didn’t take too long for me to nod-off. A decent four-hour kip before I sprang awake in need of a wee-wee. Stayed up.