11 | May | 2023 | Inchie Today

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I woke around 05:00hrs. The toes were tingling for some reason. Took this snap of them, and promptly delved back into the land of nod. And very nice it was too. I dreamt of things that I can no longer do!
I emerged back into consciousness, it was around 06:00hrs. Oddly I could… well, smell a sweet sickly scent sort of aroma. I soon found out what the cause was. Humph!
A melted block of milk chocolate had dissolved into the dressing gown on my chest, and it had run down onto and over my rather generous-belly and set rock hard on the skin and left nipple!
I got the gown off and tried to clean off the chocolate, to no avail. Then decided to get the ablutions done and do the same to the chocolate stuck-rigid on my chest. I did get it off; but lost many of the few chest hairs left along with removing it. Unfortunately, the needed rear-end activity.
had a ball with the session. Which left me with the job of cleaning everything up. Then, having to refill the water tank from the bin and bowls, I’d readied and refilled them from the kitchenette sink tap.
In the first hour of being up and about, I needed three visits. All wet, spluttery affairs, and needing my water carrying while using a walking-stick skill. Which I can assure you, annoyed for than she’s ever been. I just had to take some extra painkillers, although they say I shouldn’t.

They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.

The urine was colour 4 on the NHS scale, the same as it was yesterday. On the bright side, the feet were not swelling up so much, Although they were sore with all the walking and carrying the water so many times to and from the kitchen to the wet room.
I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! Come think of it, though, all the refilling of the water tank, most likely had a hand in it. Did another one later; it was down a lot then.

I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe!
Took this shadowy shot from the kitchenette window.
Not very good, is it?.

I got the computer on, and Carer Samantha arrived. I mentioned the pain coming from , and asked if she could rub in some of the Phorpain Gel for me. Which she did, bless her. Told her I’d already taken a painkiller, so I took no Paracetamols. I must remember to ask whoever comes tonight to do the same for me again.
I’ll be eight weeks – two months, after notifying them before the plumber arrives.

Back to blogging, and…

So, I went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea, and make a pot of Porridge to have while waiting for Smoke & Mirrors man, Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global – Virgin Media mogul & head-honcho, to get his Internet working again. Of course, it will not bother him in the slightest with the money he’s earning – well, getting!

Over the next hours, I had time to get some suitable for any pareidolia freak like myself to enjoy, was taken.

Wheels within wheels?

Clouds chasing clouds?

Then the rain came!

Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds.
Ocean waves?

The darkness develops?

From the balcony!

Hello, it’s drizzling again.

End car park from the balcony.
Through the window.

To the kitchen to see the.
progress on the local house workings.

Decisions, decisions!
The early evening Carer called. It was Józef.
I remembered to ask him to Phorpain gel .
Which he gladly did. Bless him.

Started to prep the evening meal.
Boczek, peas and out-of-date chips.
But we’ll see. Back in the A.M. to finish off.
TTFN.

Well, What a busy day today. Mostly through my cock-ups over food shopping. I’ll put it in today’s (Thursday) blog – if I ever get it started, that is. Hello! The rain started!

15:20hrs, and have only just got around to finishing this one.
This is not how envisaged my growing old, you know. Hehehe!

Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early.
Taste-Rating 7.6/10.
Then I commenced to get the pots washed and the sink area cleaned up….

So many things went wrong at the same time, I’m not sure I can remember them all, let alone what order they befell me!.
❶ I think the first . was taking the bowl out of the sink and losing my grip on it.
❷ I tried to grab it, and the flipping plastic tore, making me drop it again properly if you know what I mean.
❸ The contents of the bowl were citric acid, bleach and washing-up liquid. (I’d been soaking the saucepan that I burnt yesterday) ❹ Which covered my dressing gown, torso, legs and feet. ❺ I was faffing about trying to get the floor dried and realised that the PPs, were thoroughly soaked and started to disintegrate before my very eyes! Falling down at my feet! ❻ The leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom.
I abandoned the kitchen and went into the wet room to make sure that Little Inchie and his inserted tube were affected, and hosed down the body sharpish. ❼ Cause things were beginning to sting a bit. ❽ As I turned to replace the shower head, started giving me what-for when I twisted the back. I got fresh pants on, and a clean dressing gown, and went back to the kitchen. ❾ Arrgh! I’d left the tap running!
Painfully got the floor and sink tided, and went to fill the kettle. ❿ After dropping it, and cleaning up that mess, I found it would not work!
My language even made me cringe!