Absurdismismistic Inchy: Monday 16th September 2024

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A totally different day today.
Many ailments went on strike.
But not Back-Pain-Brenda, Balance-Bending-Belinda, or Dizzy Dennis. These three made the day as bad as the others with their persistence and Inchy-hating habits!

The night bag of urine was terribly dark again.
The BP was an astonishing 159/75!

As I was taking this pathetic shot of the view…
My innards gave out a blast like I’ve never known before.  
I felt sure that a wet, messy evacuation was due.

I was so wrong!
I squatted for what seemed to me an hour, trying to get the evacuation to start. Painfully, too! Nothing!

Started on the blog catching up.
Went to make a brew, and I tried again to take a shot…
Ah, This one was better.

Carer Richard arrived; he was back on the crutch again. He sorted and issued the medications and then checked on the medication stocks. 

Blog progress was plodding.

Carer Chloe came. She helped me with the Liberty-Global fibre TV, which I could not get to come on. ‘No Signal’ messages each time I tried. She pointed out what needed doing and wrote it down for tonight. Thanks, Chloe!

My second windy blast extruded from the rear end… I made my way to the Porcelain Throne again. I spent a day or two doing my best, but no action! Gave up again!
Had a wash & shave
and readjusted the day pouch’s bag. I went into a Smug Mode momentarily.
Just look at that on the left. No shaking, no fizzes when I bent down… Incredible as this was, I considered the possibility that I’d snuffed it without realising. Hehehe!

I went back to the computer and used CorelDraw. I got a call from Sister Jane, which was lovely. When I returned to the computer an hour later, Dizzy Dennis was back, joined by Back-Pain-Brenda, and misery overcame me. No depression. I took a painkiller as Brenda was vicious with it now, and as I took the Codeine, Toothache Tiffany put her oar into the equation. Luckily, I had a new pot of the £599.00 per 100 ml Toothache pain relief spray. I didn’t spare any. A good spray was applied to all the offending teeth, and after 15 minutes, the pain lessened to a capable level.

When emptying the catheter day pouch again, the colour concerned me somewhat. As a rule, by midday, the shade gets lighter, but not today.

I wondered, well, hobbled into the balcony for a look around. 
It was not raining then, yet a little mudslide appeared at the end of the car park.

I took a snap straight ahead.
I thought I heard the door chime. No one came in, so I grabbed Metal Mickey, the four-pronged walking stick, and approached the front door. Nobody was there, so I returned to the front room…  
I discovered that in my haste to get to the door, in case it might have been the TV licencing bullies at the door, I’d knocked over a bottle of partially drunk soda water. The cap had dislodged, and I had a mini-lake sinking into the carpet!
Now, the depression started! I thought the day had started too well for me.
I cursed a little as I dried the carpet as best I could. Another hour of the day lost. Harrumph!

The sun came out momentarily. I grabbed the Kodak, went into the kitchenette, and took what I thought would be a decent photograph of the Sun.
As you can see, I got it wrong again! This new Kodak doesn’t like the sun ashing at it. I can’t find a red-spot reduction option to turn on anywhere in the camera.

Carer Promise arrived. I was looking at clocks with a date, time, and day showing on them when Precious called. I’d just found one that ran on batteries. He said he could set it up for me when he called again. Thanks, mate!
So, I ordered one from Amazon.

I took a break from getting nowhere fast with this blog and took this snap of the left balcony window. It’s not too bad this time.

I looked up what to expect from the enforcement officer’s arrival. This is what I found out. I tried to make a funny graphic as a header for a laugh.

Carer Promise did his last call. He’s off for a few days now. A nice lad.

22:00hrs: Worn out, hoping Toothache Tiffany leaves me alone. I’m going to get summat to eat now.

A cold, no-cooking meal for Inchy tonight.
Vinegar crisps, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, pork loin sarnies with ultra-tasty No-Butter butter.

Followed by a pot of Oikos lemon yoghourt.

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Cheers, Each, thanks.