11 | July | 2022 | Inchy Today

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Inchcock Today: Diary & Odes

I woke up late,
In a bit of a state,
Began to anticipate,
Thought Storms, accelerate,
Get up? No, I’ll wait…
Sunday emptied meal plate…
I need to concentrate,
Get up; I’d sooner hibernate,
I moved; Cor blimey mate…
Passing wind, I’ll have to fumigate,
Waking up is so vermiculate…
The thoughts were not articulate…
Plans, thoughts began to verbigerate,
The belly wobbled, so I’m overweight,
Get up? How I procrastinate…
Getting up then, got to, to urinate!
Porcelain Throne needed, can’t hesitate…

Put my spectacles on, grabbed the walking stick,
The pain from the right knee was chronic,
Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion was haemorrhagic,
The evacuation was messy and slick…
Will today also be another depressogenic?

Despite my losing two pictures last night from the SD card, I tried again to take shots of the sun setting. I should not have been able to because I should have been asleep, But the Thought Storms paid to any hopes of my drifting off, sleeping, or getting any rest. Humph!
Still, they came out alrightish.
I pondered the problems with the Canon camera and decided to look at Amazon to see what it would cost me to buy a replacement one of the same model. That idea is a definite no-go, after seeing the prices had gone up over 20%! I typed in, ‘Canon SX 740 HS, 40x zoom’. I got the same camera as I bought from Amazon last year, but the £189.99 cost then, is now over £280! Of course, I could have purchased several of them without testing the bank balance…
My Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd™, a contactless thermometer, showed a decent result again, at 34.0°c. I imagine the hot weather has helped?
The Boot’s Blood Pressure machine’s sphygmomanometerisationing resulted in a third day on the trot of the SYS being in the 140s range. At least it’s not shot up to anything silly like it usually does on a Monday. There’ll be a reason for that, of course. But why on Mondays still baffles me? Mayhaps it is because I dislike Sundays… I don’t know.

I looked at the great puffer clouds displayed in the sky, and I took a photograph of them. But, yet again, the mysteries of Winwood Heights, the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways, flats and lobbies, searching for Inchcock to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! Humph! Both shots had disappeared from the SD card!
Painful teggie-cleaning, but the bottom front tooth is still hanging by a single nerve thread. Hahaha! Shaving that went well, only one tiny nick under the chin. The showering went decently as well. No Dizzy Dennis’s, no knocks, bangs or tumbles. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was the only hassle, and she didn’t last for long. An even greater
Ah, well, yer can’t win ’em all! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Haemorrhoid Harold, and Cartilage Cathy were all tender, to put it mildly. As usual, the Fungal Lesion medicationing gave me the most actual pain. But still a good session overall. I went into the front room to tend to the burnt knuckle and Ankle Ulcer, as it is a lot lighter to see there.
The burn mark had changed colour again, looking a little prettier already. Hahaha! It soon started to dry up a little later, so no ointmentationalisationing was needed.
I just rubbed in sine Germolene on the ankle ulcers; they didn’t need proper medicationalisationing this time. But, Cartilage Cathy, on the other hand, was so delicate that I rubbed in some of the Phorpain gel; at least she is easier to reach to tend to things. Har-har!

I’ll take an extra painkiller when Care Richards arrives, methinks.

Carer Richard came, and, I remembered to take the extra Co-codamol. Richard had a look at the prescription levels in stock. Getting a few of these in today, am I not?
Computing, and the most auspicious gentleman above, kicked off with the tap-tapping, with the odd clunk thrown into the mix.

♫ Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses ♫
♫ I thank the Lord that I’ve been blessed ♫
♫ With more than my share of happiness! ♫
When Jillie comes, I want to beat my chest…
No doubt about it, Jillie is the best...
Now I’m at my Happiest! ♥

We nattered laughingly,
Cause Jillie is lovely,
Caring, kind and has adopted me…
I’m her Uncle now, you see…
Oh… Glory Be! ♥

After Jillie had departed, I was refreshed at just seeing her again, and decided to treat myself to a bowl of Vegan ice cream. A great big half-a-pot dollop of delight! I sprinkled it with some ‘Silver Balls’. I shall not bother with them again. My poor old teeth! Hehe! I fell asleep, a deep yet, apparently dream-filled one.
The evening carer arrived to wake me up with the loud tune of ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ from the door chime. I was half asleep, and recall very little of the visit. I just hope I had my trousers on. Within minutes of her departure, I was back in the land of nod; contentedly after Jillie’s visit. I sprang awake around 23:00hrs, in need of a wee-wee.
I found the reminder notes on the pad, about the dreams I’d had. I’ll try to decipher them in the morning.
I put the kettle on for a mug of Thompson’s Punjana Tea, and the view from the kitchenette window caught my attention. Especially the blue cloudless evening sky. Although even to my bad cataracted eyes, it looked so beautiful. Unfortunately, the photo didn’t turn out as attractively as the real thing. This often happens, shame really.
Well, after the brew drinking, I decided to get this blog finished.