Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!
Inchy: Saturday 30 December 2023
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A bad day i Zn just one way. Memory Blanks. What the heck I’d been doing for nearly four hours, remains a mystery. Other than taking photographs which were all taken without the SD card in the camera, I remember the internet going down… well, the Google Browser, I think. Good job I got the extra intro items done before the blackouts. So any blank spaces are because the memory is blank. Sorry, but I can recall some of the earlier stuff… I hope.
Better colour this morning.
Carer Christopher arrived. Leggings and medications
I washed the food containers. Then myself.
Early kitchen view.
Later kitchen view. The rain was back again.
End car park mudslide.
Two hours later, as I was cooking the meal, I realised I’d lost endless photos by not seeing the warning on Kodak Tim. Huh! New batteries were put in, and finished making the meal, then photographed it. Tomatoes with extra passata with basil. Misshaped bits of bacon and soy mini sausages.
Google went to pot, windows with moving and flashing numbers next to each line that I couldn’t understand anyway. I thought I’d photograph it in case someone can tell me. Froze eventually.
I gave up, turned everything off and put the TV on.
Fell asleep for two hours.
Tried the computer again, but no-go!
Carer Joanne arrived with another gal. We had a laugh, although I had to force it a little.
Getting dark now, I gave it a go on the computer, and by Jimminee, it was working? So I got on with this blog while I could. But just when I thought things were getting better, an unexpected drainage of willpower, contention and interest hit me. I just turned off and sat down in a weary mind full of haze and confusion. Not good this.
TTFN
By Inchie
78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk!
Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe!
I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
Hahaha! Too true, on all counts.
When as Prince Charles, he went into the QMC to have his tennis-elbow treated, and was in the ward above me they told me (Having my Hernia done), Tim. The nurse told us he had brought three chefs to cook his meals for the two days he was in hospital, and security had emptied the ward with just him in it, and closed a kitchen, dedicated for his chefs.
Of course, I didn’t bother me.
Hehehe!
I did manage the 7 in 12. I hope you meant St. Peter integrate and not interrogate, lol. Honours – what a load of cobblers that is. As for HRH, a total drip (in my view)
I took a lot longer get the seven. I blame the cataracts and glaucoma of course. Haha!
I sense if there was such a thing as the gates, I’d not get in for asking why the hell did the get so much wrong with creating me! Haha!
But think, you have £955 more than a lot of people,, and made some great looking tomato passata. I’ll be King Charles can’t make tomato passata.
Hahaha! Too true, on all counts.
When as Prince Charles, he went into the QMC to have his tennis-elbow treated, and was in the ward above me they told me (Having my Hernia done), Tim. The nurse told us he had brought three chefs to cook his meals for the two days he was in hospital, and security had emptied the ward with just him in it, and closed a kitchen, dedicated for his chefs.
Of course, I didn’t bother me.
Hehehe!
I did manage the 7 in 12. I hope you meant St. Peter integrate and not interrogate, lol. Honours – what a load of cobblers that is. As for HRH, a total drip (in my view)
I took a lot longer get the seven. I blame the cataracts and glaucoma of course. Haha!
I sense if there was such a thing as the gates, I’d not get in for asking why the hell did the get so much wrong with creating me! Haha!
Lol indeed
Hehe!