POLITICAL CARTOON OF THE DAY
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ODE OF THE DAY
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Got my head down around 02:00hrs and woke up at 07:05hrs. So, a good five hours that I assumed and felt were straight through, no sudden wakings etc., pleased with that.
I was in need of a wee-wee within minutes of stirring, I limped over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I was almost going to take a photo of it… Why? I’ll tell yers; How anyone could fill an overnight wee-wee bucket the size of mine in five hours… Well, it’s surely impossible. Not for me.
And the other thing about it is I could not recall taking one, let alone how many it must have taken to fill the bucket three-quarters full. How did I have the wherewithal to hold that much water? Was I drinking in my sleep as well? The bottle of spring water was still nearly full. Erm?
Made up some waste bags, and I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana. And very nice it was too!
I got the Health Checks done and got the photos onto CorelDraw for resizing. I found one that was another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, ghosts, or the Fatah Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
I did the Blood Pressure, and this photo was on the SD card in the Lumix camera when I went to get the photograph.
It appears that I must have been up and about somnambulating and eating when I thought I was sleeping peacefully.
I must remember to mention this to the Doctor on Tuesday’s appointment. It’ll be something else for her to ignore if nothing else.
A Sherlock Holmesian-like close investigation of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner; revealed some seeds from the cob on the picture – Verdict? Guilty! However, I shall be pleading Not Guilty by reason of insanity. I can’t it not failing. Hehe!
Back to the Boot’s sphygmomanometerisationing results.
SYS 160, DIA 75, PULSE 74 bpm, Body Temperature a decent 33.2°f.
When I put the returning figures into the NHS assessment site…
Things have gone up into the Red area quite a bit. Hopefully a one-off.
Jozeph arrived. Got me sorted with the medications. Remembered to ask if I needed an extra painkiller or Peptac, which I did. Forced a can of vodka onto him in thanks. He took the bags to the chute on his way out.
Around about 09:30hrs, I went on CorelDrawing to get some tabs made up. A series of mistakes, mostly due to either the Neurotransmitter’s failing or .
It might have been less time demanding and bother to Duodenal Donald if I had not made so many errors in making the original tabs needed. If anything was do-wrongable, it did!
Was on from today. None of them was proper concert length, Many short sorts of skits of tap-tapping with the odd clunk here as there. Although in the late afternoon, he got very inventive, and he gave me a thud-clung followed by a whining noise, it made a nice change.
Got Josie’s nosh prepped, all the veg in, and a tin of Chilli-Con-Carnie to add later on.
I put some extra onions in this time. Kept tasting it as it progressed until I thought it was good enough for Josie. Turned it off to warm later.
Aha! The nail cutters and Pistachio nuts had arrived.
Got them unpacked, cutters in the draw, and the bag of Pistachio kernels in a screw lid plastic container.
Well, not all of them. Hehehe!
♫ Food Glorious Food ♫, Well, for Josie. Time to get her meal and treats ready.
Got the tray filled up. A large bowl of chilli-con-carne, another serving in a food container for her tomorrow. A can of Lamcello Superior Perry, 7% proof. Some English fava beans dried ready to nibble. A pack of Leicester mini-cheddars, separate tomatoes red & yellow, cheese rounds, a bar of Yorkie Chocolate, and a few strawberry jam chocolate-covered marshmallows. That should be enough for her.
She seemed content with it anyway when I delivered it to her door.
Well, that session has got to be one of the longest ever… but not as long as last week’s nearly an-hour session.
Constipation Conrad had taken over control this afternoon.
The crossword puzzling didn’t go well. It was too painful to concentrate. Last week’s 45 cracks in the ceiling had grown to 49 now… assuming I didn’t fall asleep and miss any. Haha!
After the true agony of forcing the submarine-sized torpedo out, and I stood up to nervously check on Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I nearly passed out, proper dizzy. I used ordinary Germolene on the rear end, but it’s not effective, just better than nothing – mind you, I’d better check on the reserves of that as well.
Trust this to happen when I’ve run out of Germoloid Cream and ointment. Should hopefully have some delivered on Monday. If Sainsbury’s doesn’t substitute it with shoe polish or a toothbrush, that is. As uncomfortable as I’ve been in a long while. Oh, please come early in the morning, Mr Sainsbury driver… but with the Germoloid Cream and or ointment, at all costs. PLEASE!
The evening Carer came in without ringing the buzzer, and with it getting darker now, I left the light off and looked right close up so I can see things easier. The gal came in a shouted out a greeting. I nearly had a heart attack! Gawed struth!
We had a laugh over it (I’m not sure why?) and when she gave me the medications, had a quick natter.
Hello, another tune from him above. Sounded like heavy chairs being moved, followed by a few plopping noises. He’s getting very varied today with orchestrations of noise, A Master he is!
Going to get some nosh sorted out for myself now.
The massive chips (fries) were gorgeous. I had to cook them ten minutes longer in the oven than the instructions said to get them crispy, but hey-ho, it worked!
The pretend fish in BBQ sauce (canned) is the last tin; Humph! was lovely. The tomatoes were fine. Far too many chips on the plate… but I ate them all. Gannet! A worthy taste rating of 8/10 was given.
Nodded off in the chair. To be woken up when the cheery , I think it was Carer Cheeky Charley, but not 100% sure. I was half-asleep at the time. I think I gave her a nail-cutter as she left and a drink from the fridge. She took a waste bag as she left for me. This may not be accurate cause the memory was not good when I wrote this, and the notepad reminders were blank?
I went to wash the pots somewhat belatedly. I took these two Lumix photographs from the kitchen window, well, in fact, I took four of the sky, but only this one was usable. I tried different settings to no avail; all too dark. I’d chosen night options, but it wouldn’t come any lighter.
I then took four pictures of the main view. Again only got this one; the others in any setting were just too dark to use.
When I put these on in the morning, I could have cried at how pathetic they came out. (Bottom lip protruding!)
Stripped and washed, but would not shave or shower. Too risky, a few mild routines and some vicious attacks nearly had me over as I stood at the sink. I dare not risk shaving.
Got the jammies on and carefully made my way to check things before getting my head down. It was another good ten minutes before I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.
I put the TV on, which is always a good aid to nodding off. But the whittling in the brain about had I forgotten something returned, and I had no option but to get up and check the balcony door was shut – it wasn’t, so I missed that one earlier, which did my worryings no good!
I settled down again, and I was soon back with sweet Morpheus. Just one more check on the stove and kitchen taps (faucets).
Shot awake yet again, convinced I had left the tap running in the bathroom!
I may have panicked a smidgeon and given my little left toe a drubbing right on the corner of the sock glide.
After this, sleep was not an option.