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02:05hrs: Sweet Morpheus shook me awake with more than the usual jump and jerk used. No need for that, even if I did need a wee-wee! I forced myself free of the clutches of the second-hand, £300, charity shop-bought, gungy beige coloured, rickety, c1968 recliner, stood up, caught my balance, and took the few steps to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket)
What a wee-wee that was, worryingly. The bladder did not want to free its contents. When it did come, it was not worth the pain and effort of forcing things along. Not an easy one this morning, but at least there was no blood in it; mind you, there was so little evacuated it might have had blood in it cause I could hardly see it in the vastness of the grey bucket. It looked more damp than liquid. Hehe! I checked to find the Inchies . Very little, though, nowt to fret over.
The pain from the bladder drifted into insignificance as I stubbed my toe on the waste bin turning around; lack of concentration as I was looking for the slippers to get on. It was proper-cold this morning.
I took a snap of the morning view from the kitchen window. I’m having to use the Fuli camera, as the Lumix is having its battery recharged. I wish someone could do that with mine; hehehe! Not pleased with this picture at all and the BP photo was taken, but later on, was about as bad. Humph!
Got the Computer booted; to get the odeing and Cartoon done. Then, of course, changed my plan as I realised I had not yet finished yesterday’s blog.
I’m pretty well known for my cunctation, vacillation, and tentativeness. I could starve to death when making up my mind about what to have to eat. Hehe! So, I changed to updating the Saturday blog… it took me four hours to get it completed. The same sad old trait; I couldn’t stop adding things as I recalled them that I couldn’t remember yesterday. Tsk! Got it posted and started on the first of today’s little odes.
But not for long. Sam arrived. I was hoping for a decent nattering session. we did have a gossip, but nothing like a worthy one. She was agitating (is that the right word?) to get away. I delayed her by getting the can of Rum & Strawberry plonk, and a packet of Jacobs Leicester Cheese flavoured mini-cheddars out for her. She took the waste bag with her, only because I asked to, Humph! And off she trotted. ♥
I decided to get the Health checks done. I got out the Boot’s
The SYS was a dangerously high 162. However, the DIA was well down from yesterday at 74. The Pulse was a reasonable 76, and body temperature was a smidgeon low at 32.5°f.
The BP analyser showed that the figure was down a lot via yesterday’s top edge in Hypertension One… which was just as well; cause had it been up, I wouldn’t have been here to waffle on about it.
I went back to the computer but forgot I’d made a start on the Ode and started making the political graphic of Liz at the top of this page.
I’m not going to bother with any more photos until the Lumix has fully charged. The first two pictures were embarrassing enough.
I changed again and got the Friday blog finished when I realised I’d not posted it yet.
Kicked of with his Saturday Morning clanging and banging, but fair does, not for long. I hope he’s not injured himself terribly painfully and is lying up there bleeding to death.
A bad one this time! I’d gone into the kitchen to sort out a meal and just opted to have sliced potatoes and roast-vegetable risotto Ready-Made meal and got the required foods out of the fridge; as I turned to take them to the counter, Peripheral Pete gave me an energetic right leg dance – it was only a 30-second twirl, but with the food in my hands, I didn’t get the stick in time. Clunk thud, I landed right on the offending knee!
But there was still a silver lining. Oh, yes! The veg-risotto and potatoes were still in their wrapper, so the food was rescued. Hahaha! A smidge shook up now. Well, I haven’t had a tumble since Tuesday, and I was getting a smidge overconfident, methinks?
While resting for a while, I made some more odes, parts two and three:
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After doing these, I still felt a little groggy, so got something to eat and settled in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner.
I kept waking up, as per normal, but there was no inspiration nor desire to get up again. So I kipped woke – kipped and woke for another few hours, still no interest in getting up.
Eventually, the need for a wee-wee forced me into action. Hehe! And, in the wee-weeing – the action was the word! After getting to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), things started straight away this time! FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out as if from a fireman’s hose pipe! Little Inchie has not hurt so much in months. To make things that little bit worse, I suffered a massive amount of I think the bladder was making up for his lack of action recently. It was as if someone had pulled a plug and Whoosh!
I cleaned up, changed PP’d, and refreshed the NNWB, now being used in the daytime, and got my ponderously cumbrous, over-weight, massive-bellied body down on the recliner again. And I was soon kipping again.
When I woke up with a start, I checked the clock and read it as 22:25hrs. No Evening Carer has called! Or, have they been and fed me the tablets while I was half asleep and did not notice? Confusion Conrad took over.
Aha, thought I, I’ll check the Carers register. Nope, no one had been.
I’m not feeling too bad now, can take them myself and avoid having to ring about them. I thought I’d give them some more time, so went to get a cold drink from the fridge and took this snap, with the battery charges Lumix, of the sun going down… Hang on, Inchie, I said to myself as the fog cleared in my brain for a moment… What’s the sun doing up there at this time of night?
I realised then that I’d misread the clock. (Thanks, Cataract Katie!) It must have been 17:35hrs!
A flipping good job I didn’t phone them, innit?
Back on the computer or the last Ode making.
Feeling betterer now. I’ve got over the tumble and clanger over what the time was when I woke up last.
On to CorelDraw to make some tabs up.
Then made a J Sainsbury order for next Tuesday.
A final of the day photograph of the evening sky.
Oh, it’s morning!
Or is it night in America?
9 thoughts on “Inchcock: Saturday 10th September 2022”
Beautiful sunset photos. Taking tumbles is not good. Neither is the higher BP. You need more help it seems.
You’re right mate.
Mission impossible, Tim. I’ve tried to get help with moving to another doctor. Jillir, Sandie and dean all been asked.
My Doc just doesn’t seem to think amything or say much when I tell her whats happening?
Keep safe Sir. Thanks
The Ode to Life, fortified and driven home with alliterative ink, or its electronic equivalent, following the countenances of Liz and Maggie mirrored. An ode that spawned three more odes.
On that topic, I’m also a writer who tries to add “just one more thing” to a post, only to find another thing off to the side. Though I haven’t posted on my blog in yonks. Many yonks, actually.
That BP machine has a penchant for high numbers, but a number at least lower than on the previous day. May Sunday (of all days) be betterer.
And methinks that Data has more faith than most.
(Monntag…erm… Montag – [I had to check]) Cheers Billum.
Spawning odes eh? Wish I’d thought of that one. Haha!
Just wait until you see Tuesdays BP Sir, Cor blimey! Richard tried ot tell me t was normal???
Ah, Data, a character that could well have come from the Manor Laboratories methinks?
Afore I Forget, cause I do that a lot lately; Richard this morning… ready for this mate? Not a single yawn! Bless him. First day back at work and no call-ins! Hurrah!
Sonntag brought forth another dbanl spell, and SM insisted on me sleeping… boy did I sleep! Riddled with jumoing awakes of course, I think they are nromal nowadays. Humph!
Feel free to use “spawning odes” any time, Sir.
Richard may see enough BP readings to think that anything is “normal.”
I watch Brent “Data” Spiner on YouTube, he has a keen sense of humor. He would indeed fit the Manor milieu perfectly.
Richard is nearly unrecognizable when he is not yawning?
Petal-Lisa can drift between wakefulness and deep sleep with aplomb (not to be mistaken for “a plomb”). Haha!!
We’ll have to invite Data?
Richard is nearly unrecognizable when he is not yawning? Hahaha!
Petal-Lisa, the Manor’s sleep drifter ♥
Indeed. Data could fill any task, and it is difficult to find androids with his qualifications. He could test drive the time machine, take Lab personnel into the future, and do some stand-up comedy, all at the same time.
P-L is awake, even though it is not the middle of the night. ’tis 19:46 MST (Manor Standard Time) 🙂
What a good idea for Data’s visit! Data left Spock in his shadows.
P-L awake during the day… Grrreat!
Data is one of our top leaders and time-machine testers, while Spock spends his time pitching food choices. “Love Lachs and Prosciutto.” What does that even mean? Now where did I put those hearing aids. 🙂