Inebriate Inchy – Saturday 27th February 2021 Diary

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INCHCOCK TODAY DIARY

Saturday 27th February 2021

Mongolian: 2021 оны 2-р сарын 27-ны бямба гараг

00:30hrs:  I woke, in complete denial of moving, went into a slugabed mode and nodded off again. Repeatedly!

When I stirred for about the tenth time, it was 02:48hrs, and the need for the Porcelain Throne cruelly forced me into physical activity, Humph! Freeing my overly-stomached body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety-recliner, and catch my balance for walking, was a battle to get it done in time. The need for the evacuation was growing more urgent, and I moved as fast as possible, only just getting there on time!

Trotsky Terence yet again won the PTDDSB (Porcelain-Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle). Poor old Constipation Konrad was annihilated! Almost 50% liquid, running droplets of red and brown, with streaks of white evacuated into the WC bowl! Messy, but not painful today, though! But the foul aroma produced did me no good, Eurgh!

Then the farcicalities started!

  • First, the cleaning of oneself must have taken a third of the toilet roll, and ten-minutes!
  • Then, the evacuated product was encouraged to go down into the sewer, which took three hand-fillings of the water tank and eight flushes to complete!
  • Then I found some of the ‘liquid’ had escaped earlier, and the PPs needed changing! That took effort, time and cost me £2 for the too-small substituted by Sainsbury’s PPs! They had to be used up!
  • I washed and then put some of the Harpic bleach White & Shine toilet cleaner with baking soda and lemon around the WC bowl. (I highly recommend this most effective, fresh-smelling product!)
  • Pleased the sorting out was done, I turned to leave the wet room… Oh, Dearie me! I hit the back of my right shoulder blade on the edge of the doorframe as I was leaving.
  • Of course, me being the brave, heroic, confident, none-whinging type of person I am, there was no cringing or sobbing involved. Ahem!

I made a brew and took the evening medications I’d forgot tot ake, with an extra pain-killer, and rubbed in some Phorpain Gel as far as I could reach, anyway. Then did the Health Checks. The body temperatures was a touch of anosmia, at a high 37.6°c – 99.68°f, in the red. I wasn’t caught out by this. I’ve a little fever and been shivering a little all morning. The Boots Sphygmomanometer readings were just fine, though. SYS 137. DIA 63, and the Pulse at 88.

I added the findings of the results to the now working again Excel chart. Apparently, the temperature has been high for a while now. Not that I can get to tell the Doctor, of course, or do something silly, like ask for advice.

I got the ridiculous idea of going out on the balcony to take a shot of the moon and the car park below Chestnut Walk. The car park one was not one of my better efforts… in fact, it was absolute crap!

The picture of the moon wasn’t up to much, either.

The worst thing was that the fever got worse, and I was going sweaty then freezing alternately. Ah, well, I can’t win them all! Well, any really!

The computer started alright the first time. And set to updating the Friday Diary, and I  got it finished in a decent time today.

I emailed the link, Pinterested some snaps, and at this stage, I was handicapped with Colin Cramps having a half-hour bash at the left hand and fingers! I had to stop typing altogether. He doesn’t usually attack like this during the day; night time is his standard attack time.

I took the opportunity to make another mug of Glengettie and take the belated morning medications with another pain killer to ease the shoulder’s pain. I had a couple of mini swiss rolls with the brew. Then I got some leeks cooking in the crock-pot.

I got involved in the Health Unlocked site, reading in my Anticoagulation pages.

I made a couple of comments and then joined the Peripheral Neuropathy Section and made a comment there. The lady answered very quickly. I’d told her of the after-effects of the AstraZeneca Vaccine. It’s nice to see how others cope with the problems they have that I can relate to, and offer a little support… and get some back, as well. ♥ I enjoyed an hour or so reading of others ailment. Nice break! And, I was beginning to feel a bit better in myself as well, at last! The shivering had stopped, and the shoulder was easing off. Yee-Haa!

I got the leeks from the crock-pot into a saucepan. Washed the dish-bowl and opened a can of Hubbard’s cheapo Chilli-con-Carne. I added it to the saucepan and out in the garden peas. Gravy seasoning, two vegetable Oxo cubes, and a beef flavour pot to the mix stirred it up well, put it on low heat, and a slash of Balsamic vinegar and a pinch of Roast Capsicum seasoning, and lastly, some passata with basil!

That was that; my evening nosh all planned! I’d got some of the Milk Roll bread left from last night to soak it up with. I’d have liked to risk using the Dynamite Chilli.

But I’m aware that things are not yet settled healthwise after the dangerous AstraZeneca vaccine from a week ago! Gawd, I fear having a second shot!

Ah, well, I must try to get some more graphics done to use later off onto CorelDrawing. I got three drawings done to use, and the weariness was dawning.

I was moving into ‘Kaput-Mode’. So got the Chilli meal prepped and served up.

Although it was tasty enough, it took a lot of eating for some reason. And I managed to get the things into the sink to soak and even started to watch an Auf Wiedersehen Pet episode, but blissfully I nodded off, and I slept for five hours!