Inchy: Friday 6th October 2023 – Normality Returns, Huh!

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BACK TO NEAR NORMAL
Which is not necessarily a good thing. In fact, the loss of the Flu Vaccine’s unique side-effect of removing my guilt and self-hatred, thus giving me an air of “Sod-it!” to all my physical and mental problems, granted me the best, most peaceful 22hrs of the year to date!
The pestering-browbeating, doubts, fretting, frustrations, apprehensive, distracted, distraught, nervous, on edge, stressed, self-despising, muddled brain, constant forebodings and depression have all returned! Sadly! Tsk!

Today was not a good one… but no disasters as such.
Not a single visit to the .

Managed a new record, I think…

Ah, a betterer colour this morning!

Another not-so-good photo of the morning view.

I had not seen her for ages; nice gal.

I got on with blogging for a few hours. All the regular anticipated mistakes and errors were committed. More than usual, really, with…
So often.

arrived for the PM call. She did a kitchen and bathroom check on the taps & stove and took the waste bag to the chute for me.

I took two piccies of the afternoon clouds later.
One to the left…
‘Tother to the right!

No seepage from .

Then, when I took my four hours with the leg up on the chair, I turned on the TV to see if anything worth watching was being broadcast… that’s when I drifted off. Five hours later, I woke up with a nervous twitch and tic.
I lay there all distorted on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner…
I recall knocking the remote control thingy off the recliner’s arm, thinking about retrieving it, and…
 Zzz! Another three hours of heavenly, if broken by mini-wake-ups, sleep was enjoyed.

I think it was who called to wake me.

I was not exactly with it, but I got the potatoes from the slow cooker and mashed them with some not-butter butter, sea salt and a dash of Pryprawa seasoning. I put them in the oven to keep warm and added some no-meat sausages in a saucepan with more Pryprawa seasoning. Tomatoes, pickled beetroot, and some chunky pickles as well.

Took this shot while waiting for the cooking of the meal.

caused the hand to wobble, so I had more salt than planned. Hehe!
A taste rating of 8.2/10 was given.

I stayed awake long enough to get the pots cleaned, do a safety check, and then back into the recliner.

Now I plan to sleep. Which initially went well, straight off into dreamland almost instantly. With the absence of last night, it annoyed me when he kicked off non-stop all night.
I got fed up with waking up!

TTFNski, Mon Ami!