Day: 27 February 2021

Boys will be boys! Hehe!

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Friday 26th February 2021

Spanish: Viernes 26 de Febrero de 2021

01:25hrs: I woke up sneezing myself awake; I was shivering, then sweating, coughing and not exactly in top form at all. But this has been the norm since the almost lethal, cheapest of all the vaccines, the AstraZeneca vaccination. Can’t be helped, I suppose, with all what they call; ‘Your underlying conditions.’ Hehe! These side-effects seem to be lasting but slowly getting less severe. I dread the thought of my second follow-up one!

Shivering a bit when I rose onto my feet, I tried on the Jenny donated slippers. I’m glad no one could see me struggle to get into them. Hehehe! A little large and loose and cold because of this. My efforts at cutting and fitting some insoles really ought to have earned a comedy award of some sort. Haha! I’m not sure if I’ve got them the right-side-up or not, either. Got them sorted and on the tootsies within fifteen minutes! Gawd, life is difficult at times!

I took a wee-wee, a bit of a marathon affair this one was. No sensation from the bladder again, a hit and miss and a guessing game! As I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, I had to divert sharpishly to the Porcelain Throne.

The wet room activities were horrendous, for three reasons mainly.

1. The first was the painful, smelly, black and red, super-messy evacuation.
2. The cleaning up and hand filling of the tank to rid the bowl of the product.
3. Then as I went to wash my hands, what a mess in the sink, from the cloth I’d left in soak!

What the black stuff in the sink was, I didn’t know. But it as impossible to clean it off! It is embedded somehow or other, in the porcelain, the drain hole, sink plug and in the cloth? I did get a lot of it off, but nowhere near all of it? Confused!

More time lost!

I got the Health Checks done. The Boot’s China-made Sphygmomanometer produced some satisfactory looking results, though. SYS 148, DIA 71, and the Pulse at 88bpm!

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, proffered a temperature of 37.2°c – 98.96°f. A little high, but it showed in the green?

I’d not made the Glengettie yet, so I poddled to the kitchen to make the brew.

While I awaited the kettle to boil, I made up a couple of bottles of the Spring Water, adding a drop of orange cordial to each bottle.

Made the mashing and took the morning medications.

I tried to take a decent shot of the moon, but the Canon camera wasn’t interested in helping me. This rather pathetic effort was the only one that was worth anything. As photographers go, I’m not very good. Humph!

Then it came to starting the computer, and I feared yesterday’s strange problem appearing again!

I was much relieved when the computer started up okay, and no none-understandable messages telling it to me was out of range!

I took this sort of celebratory thumbs-up picture to celebrate things working correctly! Hahaha! 

I pressed on with the updating of the Thursday Diary post. Got it completed and posted off to WordPress. Pinterested a few snaps. Emailed the link and went of Facebooking catch-up for a few hours. I then went on the WordPress Reader section.

That took me a good while; I went to make another brew.

The going from cold to sweaty warm continues. Most uncomfortable.

I got the kettle on and spotted that the moon had moved nearer the earth. So, I fetched the Canon camera for another effort at getting a half-decent moon shot… I took one picture and ended up with these three on the SDH card?

What had I done? Why? How? I’m a little baffled again now!

I’d sort of half-expected that life would calm down in my dotage years – but no! Kluggledanks!

At 05;45hrs, I heard clunking from above. I hope someone is not in trouble. I only heard it once.

A dirty-great load of WP comments came through altogether! So I went investigating and replying. Some good lines and views shared with my WP family this morning. Cheered me up a smidge that did!

Off to the Porcelain Throne again. Gooey, messy, smelly, but not so painful this time, and no bleeding! The dang tank had to be refilled by hand a few times before I could clear things!

To the kitchen to make a brew, Thompsons Punjana this time.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I resorted to the tins of extra foodstuff I had on the countertop.

The Chilli stocks were looking good. Chicken Meatballs in Chilli sauce, Hubbards (Sainsbury’s) cheapo Chilli-Con-Carne, and three different American Stagg Chili-Con-Carnes. Classic, Dynamite and Vegetable! Oh, and a Morrison’s one as well.

I’ve not risked trying the Dynamite one yet, but as soon as, well, if things get better with the vaccine side effects, I intend to try one. The vegetable one is delicious! I can safely recommend this variety. Mind you, they are all good enough for me!

Ah, well, better get the ablutions sorted out next.

I got side-tracked yet again. I decided to get some handwashing done. The too-small, Made in Myanmar Grey, maroon zip-up jacket. Got it washed, scented, wrung and hung above the sink to drip-dry.

To the wet room, and listened to the ‘Men from the Ministry’ (1959) on Rado Four Extra, while I de-nasalised, cleaned the teeth, and had a shave. I’d forgotten how bad the scripts were, Hehehe! And in all three activities, only had four dropsies! However, when it came to taking a shower, especially considering how well the last three had gone, it was payback time with a vengeance from many ailments, all of which had been so kind to me lately. Hey-Ho! Things started well enough, then:

• As I was cleaning the rear-end, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance.
• Hurt or damaged during this short incident: The right knee when I fell on it! BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) kicked off! And I gave my head a fair knock on my way down against the power box!
• A first next; Getting back up, I lost my grip of the shower chair and fell on my nose against the metal!
• And actually getting up, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) joined in the fun! Which caused me to fall on the same knee again!
• Which ensured that the rest of the showering was most uncomfortable!

All red-faced from the showering and physical jerks! Haha!

By the time I got around to towelling myself off, I’d got a new headache, throbbing knee and nose, and was in fear of another right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance occurring!

Then I spotted some specs of blood on the towel. It was from the clout on the nose. Nowt to worry about, though, just feel a fool over. Hahaha!

Ah-well, such is life!

I lot of gentle medicating for Harold’s Haemorrhoids was needed as well. I also refused to use the Sock-Glide! But it was so cold this morning, I to struggle like fury to get the diabetic legwear on. That in itself should have been enough pain for the day, Humph!

As I left the wet-room, taking care not to walk into the door frame, I remembered about the treats I’d got for Jenny, Nora and Frank; I’ll take them down later.

I was feeling a little disappointed in the ablution session mishaps. Why? Things were going really well, I thought, until then anyway. Gnatwrangles! But I didn’t get into a self-pity mode… why I don’t know, but I was in pain, uncomfortable, yet I found myself singing away? Come think of it, I had not had a Right-Leg-Dance for ages, well, not one as bad as that one was, that had me over.

I gave the hand-washed grey zip-up jumper the bit of a wringing out and tried to ring Warden Deana, no answer; I think she might be on holiday, perhaps. Then I got Jenny’s bag on the three-wheeler, and I set out with it. I rang her to let her know I would leave it outside her apartment door. Which I did. But I realised when I got home, I’d missed the lemon wafer out of the carrier bag. Always something going wrong! Blurblecrups!

Ah, another letter from Nottingham City Homes. Notification of Restart of Fire Stopping Work. As instructed, I sent an email asking for an early time, 8am to 10am, any day that suits them best. It is way easier to get a message to Nottingham City Homes than it is to my doctor.

I tried ringing the surgery again. A recorded message to listen to that I could not understand, then a ringing tone. Aha! Then another recorded message. I wasn’t surprised. I’ll give up.

Jenny phoned me, bless her. We had a little natter about this and that, and she left me feeling more upbeat, as is her style. So that was good!

I made a brew again; maybe the taste buds are improving at last? And I took a photograph of the morning view. Flipping cold with it, but it was beautiful to see.

I had to make some graphics again, so I could create some templates for WordPress. So, onto CorelDraw and tried to adopt ‘Concentration-Mode’. It was near the head-down time when I got them finished. Tsk! But, I should have a Sainsbury’s order coming, but later than usual, it was the only slot I could get when I made the order up. So, I need to avoid falling asleep at all costs. Tint fair, is it? Haha!

I’ll check on the emails, just in case I’ve made another blunder.

Nope, they are on the way. Unavailable products again, mind. It’s better as I chose no substitutes, else I would have ended up with the wrong size PPs again, and I dread to imagine what crisps the would have substituted. Most likely, they would have sent shoe polish or something like that, Hahaha!

The headache from the clout in the shower is getting no easier. So I made a brew of Glengettie and took an extra painkiller. Red and yellow capsules this time, never had these before?

Still, better than nothing.

Oh, dearie me! When it came to putting together the template, I could not access Excel or Word???

Microsft automatically went into upgrade mode when I tried to open it, but only went so far, and then flashed it was not possible to access the programme at all?

Makes yer sick! They take the money, alright. Now, what can I do? The Swine, Microsoft. Always something going wrong. Grrrr!

The Sainsbury delivery arrived early. Same chap delivering as last week, decent sort of fellow.

He put the things into a carrier and the carton for me. I insisted he take a bottle of Babycham or a can of Vodka & Lemonade. Just two unavailables listed. Thanked him, and off he trotted.

I took the things through to the kitchenette, and I got them stored them away in cupboards, fridges, and bread in the freezer.

Prepped the meal for the night. Surimi sticks, tomatoes, garden peas, last of the corned beef and onions, a Marmite cheese disc, a pickled egg, buttered some milk roll bread, and looked forward with relish at rounding it of with the two fresh cream French Horns! Yummy! The meal got a deserved 9/10 from me. I digested it slowly… Mmmm!

It all worked out so well time-wise, too – as I finished eating, the Tales of the Unexpected began on channel 11. Perfick!

I could not stay awake, and I kept drifting off. Missed most of the two episodes. Humph!

Another stormy keep-waking-up night. Grunglebogknickers!