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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!
Again, 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!
How close was that first low temp reading to eating that great lookin sour ice pop? Those pops are great for bringing temperatures down. Your BP is still looking great. You might be one of the only person to get beneficial results from covid cooties. That might just go with your natural contrariness with life — what kills most people makes Inchy better? I jest, but I really hope you don’t have covid cooties. That is a great looking bowl of CCC I see your tastebuds, apparently not effected by covid, agree. You will get to at least see a couple of nurses over the next few days.
The tea still tastes off, unless I have a sour-ice-pop with it, Tim. Hehehe!
Ten-minutes after the ice-pop, Tim.
Today’s nurse due this morning, hope she does a test for me.
Cheers, mate.
Allotriophagy is a curious word — the appeal to the unappetizing. Geophagy is the eating of dirt, instead of growing things of the land you eat the land itself. 🙂
Marketers are good at turning unappealing into most desirable. Marketers are curious beasts.
Very kind of Sweet Morpheus to show up and grant several hours of much-needed sleep. Lisa is having a difficult time getting Morpheus to arrange any more than a couple hours a day.
Poor, Lisa. I will send easing thoughts through the ether, for the gal. X
Lisa slept much of the night on a “recliner” — you know how comfortable they can be. She thought her oxygen tank had run empty. I retrieved a full tank from the car, but Lisa was not awake enough to know it was there. Sweet Morpheus probably appeared and thought that his services were not needed. When I eventually awoke from the sweetness bestowed by Morpheus, she was able to fill her lungs with oxygen and borrow a couple hours of sweet kip. Thank you muchly for the easing thoughts sent through the ether, kind Sir!
Allotriophagy — “a lot” of strange semi-edible substances.
Marketers can talk us into anything, can they not?
Blessum Bullil and Lisarrum.
Marketeers lie so well, I’m afraid.
The cigarette concerns found many a physician who found health: being Lucky Strikers. 🙂
https://envisioningtheamericandream.com/2014/01/28/smoking-and-pregnant-just-what-the-doctor-ordered-ptii/
I posted something about these medical men saying how various cigarettes were better for you, Billum.
Those persuasion teams employed at the industry-owned “research” institutes would manufacture the data to convince every smoker that the healthful, wholesome (vegan even) benefits always outweighed the costs A doctor’s surgery would be packed with smokers who were getting healthy in the waiting room.
So right you be Billumski. A few slogan in these adverts for ciggies of old, Sir.
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Sweet Morpheus has been visiting me and our three furries (nibbles, sticks, and feisty frequently, but only doles out 2 hours a go for HRM. Worra a stingy guy is that sleep distributor. An outage is wot I am saying. Grogglebits!!!
saith Nillumski
Oh, dear, I shall reporteth Sweet Morpheus’s treatment of HRH to the Prime Minister, National Health Service, Elvis Presley
and Sister Jane, Billum. The swine! I’ll see if I can transfer some of my recently acquired kipping hours to HRH! That might help, and if you could pass on my love and best wishes, it may he;p a bit, mate.
Bless you, all.
’tis a shame that S. Morpheus can be a cad when the opportunity for a dastard arrives. Who knows why, but then who understands how Sweet M. works his magic. Maybe he was having a dreadful day. Elvis is always available it appears, looking forward to seeing what he can do. Bated breath is wot I have now.
I’m not sure how kipping hours are transferred, but this is wot we need it do so appear.
HRH thanks you for all yer help and looks forward to actually kipping more than two hours at a time. I feel guilty for spending so many excess hours dreaming. Could do without some of those dreams though, no mistake about that, Sir!
Och, he can be a right one, no doubt!
I do wish thee and HRH all the best of luck, Sir Billum.
The nurse has not arrived yet, and it’s well past my kip time, but I’ll try to stay awake in case she comes late as yesterday – or doesn’t come at all.
We’re catching up on kip at the manor for a change. Quite a kip deficit did HRH suffer in recent days, fortunately rainy weather came to make kipping much easier. A great thing to say for a rainy day!
Hoping yer nurses arrive at the best possible moment in future!
Cheers and Greetes,
Billum und Lisa und furries 🙂