Wednesday 27th January 2021
Welsh: Dydd Mercher 27ain Ionawr 2021
02:00hrs: I woke wearily, amazed at having slept for five hours straight! I still felt weary and may have stayed where I was, like a slugabed, were it not for needing a wee-wee. Which brought on concerns about Little Inchies fungal lesion, what condition it will be in. Signs were favourable, though, no stinging at the moment! I didn’t use the nocturnal wee-wee bucket but went off to the wet room to take the wee. Just if there was any bleeding to be sorted out.
It was an SSAO (Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) mode affair. There had been some bleeding, but the PPs showed me it was not fresh, so that was a little cheering. It took me a long while to clean up the sprinkly splashes left on the floor, WC, and me! Washed up, and made my way to the kitchenette, and got the kettle on. Took the morning medications, and made the brew of Glengettie. I seemed to be plodding along, and the brain was constantly catching up with me! Things, actions and thoughts seemed to be on auto-pilot? No there way of putting it really?
With getting up so late, and the Iceland order arriving early, I didn’t have much time to update the diary. I got the Health Checks done first. The Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, showed a slightly higher reading, of 37.0°c.
The Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had a high SYS of 185. However, it’s done this before occasionally, I may try retaking the BP later, just to be on the safe side. That’s if I have time and remember to!
Onto the computer
, and grafted away like a good un, getting the updating sorted out. Not a lot of work needed, which was a good thing, because nasty, naughty Niccodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up, in concert with SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley). Making it a slow process. I got the blog finished and sent off to WordPress.
Emailed the link, did some Facebooking, and visited the comments section. Many breaks for multiple wee-wees were taken. Every one of the same SSAO type and all was followed frustratingly by excessive PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling), which cost me a lot of time.
Off to get the Ablutions done. The knees were looking fine this morning, very angelic. Haha!
The teeth and shaving once again went blood-free! Yee-Haa!
The feet were aching a lot on the soles. But the scratch from falling off of the step-ladder seemed to be clearing swiftly off into the ether.
The old ankle ulcer markings had changed a little, no worse, just spread out a bit more up the leg.
I was medicating things, and thinking of going to the kitchen to make a brew, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived!
It was another victory for Constipation Konrad over Trotsky Terence in the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle). No bleeding from the rear-end nor the fungal lesion, the evacuated product was not messy, the meat-balls were far larger this morning; thus, the session was longer and a tad more painful. Overall, not too bad, I’ve had plenty of worse ones.
The applications of the medications were the central bothersome aspect. The Phorpain gelling of Cartilage Cathy, the applying ointment on the fungal lesion, and Harold Haemorrhoids Germoleneing were the worst.
A silver lining though; I found the dye markers that I couldn’t find the other day with me taking the photographs on the right. I’d taken them into the wet room, to touch up the scratches on the hated sock-glide. They were probably caused by my falling off it, throwing it at the wall, or landing on it when I took a tumble. Hehehe!
I took a photo from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, designed especially for old folk by some misanthrope of an old person’s hating architect, window. As I was closing the window, the rain started to fall as if someone had suddenly turned on a tap. A bit of good fortune there with my timing, for once!
A minute or so later, and the Iceland delivery man calleth with the fodder replenishing foods. He came in the flat’s lobby, letting the door bang-to behind him. And kindly threw the carrier bags all over the floor for me.
I thanked him, slipped him a can of plonk, and off he went letting the door slam again behind him. I’m hoping he didn’t wake anyone up, cause it was about 06:30hrs at the time. Oh, dear, I fear! I took the things through to the kitchen.
The fridge was chocker blocker now! My concern was the freezer. With Iceland sending some bread, I had to get the bread and Minced Beef in there, somehow or other!
I arranged with Jenny, to buy the four packs to get the special price, and we will split them between us, two each.
I had a heck of a job getting them all in. I had to throw some bits out to make room, but nowt I was keen on anyway, so nae bother.
I’ll take them down at a reasonable time, to Jenny, Nora and Frank’s pad.
I got some of the mince into the crock-pot to make more room in the freezer. I pondered over how to go about making the Chilli Con Carne.
I added the last of the much-loved baby leeks to the pot. They are expensive to buy, but so special tasting. Then I added some anchovy Squid sauce and BBQ salt, and two oxo cubes, along with some gravy granules, and some chilli powder.
Gave it a good stirring up, and left it on a low setting.
I hope it comes out alright. I can add the last of the yellow capsicums later on.
I checked that the freezer was not too 
overloaded, and then got back on the computer; I’ve a lot to catch up on with the diary now.
The wee-wees are getting a little stronger now, not painful, but an effort to pass, though. The PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling), still follows each visit. Tsk!
I gave Jenny a call to see if it was alright for me to take the mince down to her.
Got through, and she okayed me taking the meat down to her. So, I got the mince from the fridge into a carrier, and I set off done in the lift to Jenny & Franks apartment. I took the waste bag box on the trolley with me, to take to the chute on the way down or up Which I forgot all about and brought back to the flat with me, Tsk! I got down nae bother and left the bag outside Jen’s flat, she’s left the money in an envelope on the door.
As mentioned earlier, I came back to the late and was putting the trolley-guide in the corner of the hallway, and realised it 
still had the waste bags in it! Wot a Plonka! I got the waste down the chute, and was on the way back, without any hassle, Whoopsies, Accifauxpas or injuries. I nearly went into a Smug-mode, but decided it would not be wise so early in the day, Haha!
I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed before, but the end wall looked more like it had been graffitied than painted?
I got inside and took another wee-wee, they were all the same up to now, repetitive, and an effort, but not painful at all, followed by the PMAD. Humph!
Made a brew of Glengettie and tried to change the size of the pictures on the Canon camera. But could find no option to do so? I took a photo leftwards, from the computer chair. I’d changed the ratio, hoping the size would change down with it, but, nope! Another failure. I’m very good at failing, you know! Somewhat of a doyen! Hey-ho!
I thought I’d try to make a Sainsbury’s order for next week; if any slots are available, that is. I managed to get one in for next Wednesday for 07:00 > 08:00hrs.
The weariness is dawning again. Then again. I’ve been a busy little bee this morning, so it’s to be expected, methinks.
Had a look at the local YourArea newsletter thingy. The latest Coronavirus figures are looking a bit better… I think.
Covid vaccination appointments at Forest 
Recreation Ground cancelled due to ‘water issue’: The Nottingham and Shire Clinical Commissioning Group (CCG) said the site at the Forest Park and Ride, just off Gregory Boulevard, had to be closed with short notice on the evening of Tuesday, January 26th. It had only just opened over the weekend on Saturday, January 23. Speaking of the closure in a tweet at 7pm, a spokesperson for the CCG said: “Forest Recreation Ground vaccination site has had to close due to a water issue. All appointments for this evening have been cancelled.” Well, fancy that!
I’ll check the minced beef and veg in the crock-pot. It’s been on for over three hours, but not ready yet. I’ll keep an eye on it, I’m feeling a smidge peckish, too!
It’s no good, I’ve got to sit down and see how things go – not to sleep I hope with the mince cooking. Sat quietly for a while, then went to check the mince, ready now. Got the meal served up.
I was not impressed with the beef at all. I’ve lost the photograph I took of the meal. Flavour Rating: 5/10. I may have overcooked it?
I settled down, took the evening medications, and watched two old ‘Tales of the unexpected on channel 11. After staying awake all the way through the two programmes, I drifted of to sleep. Another evil regularly waking up with a start night.
Last night at kip downtime; I lasted a few minutes watching a programme and nodded off into sweet bliss. Unfortunately, I kept waking up so often I wondered what the heck was happening? Each time I shot awake, I pondered, and got back to sleep easily enough? Only for it happen again repeatedly. This went on for hours and hours… So aggravating!
04:10hrs: Another jumping awake, this time with a loathsome need for a wee-wee, so I dragged my body from the recliner, caught my balance, and had to nip rather smartly to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), getting there in a panic time-wise.
Oh, heckithump! I dropped the jammie-bottoms and tore off the PPs in haste, and felt the dried blood crack and flow along with the wee-weeing. It hurt as well! I hobbled hastily to the wet room, to tend to things and stop the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. 
utilise the Porcelain Throne. (Or at least I thought I did!) But everything was solid and not moving. I had a go at the crossword book, but it became apparent that the expected evacuation would not start. I rose from the Throne and got the lesion looked at. A bad do! 
I reckon it must have been bleeding most of the time overnight. It was possibly the cause of me waking up so often, but I was so tired that I didn’t recognise the problem? I had to have a good clean-up and a hurtful medicationing session. (Sob!) The jammie bottoms were put ready for washing later, I put fresh PPs on, 
cleaned the floor and body, and in a bit of a daze now, I went to get the Health Checks done, and medications were taken. 
The ever-reliable Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was again in the green, at 36.8°c. 
I took this terrible photo from the kitchenette window as the kettle boiled, then I made a super-strong mug of Glengettie tea. And with using the newly bought Cravendale full milk, it tasted superb! 
Even when I put a little too much in the mug, it still tasted fine. The morning tablets were at last imbibed. I noticed that the outside temperature was -4°c!
The need for the porcelain Throne arose, and I revisited the wet room. Fingers crossed, I settled on the seat for the session to start… but no! I availed myself of the crossword book, and waited, not wanting to force the action, for it to begin. 
Five minutes or so later, the motion was still stubbornly sticking with three clues having been solved. Another bash at the crosswording, then I bravely exerted as much pressure as I dare, and things moved, but in slow-motion. I distinctly remember giving out a few muffled ‘Aerarghhhs!’ as the action started, it continued even more slowly, but without any input from me, so that saved me a bit of uncomfortableness, at least. The pain relief as a dollop of mini-meat balls filled the bowl, plop-plopping, was very welcome! 
Well, its hours later than usual, four at least, but I’m going to get the ablutions done. Back in a while. I got sidetracked on my plans again, and I got the trousers and shirt washed that had been bloodied, and wee’d on my earlier Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas. (Hehe!)
👎 Getting down from the steps… it had to happen… I lost my balance and ended up with a scraped ankle on the aluminium tread on the ladder on my way to the floor. Hey-ho!
👎After spraying and medicating, that went better than I thought it would, I turned to get the trews on, and I knocked the crossword book off of the floor cabinet. The book struck at the top, but the pen went down the back onto the floor. Thank heavens for Jenny’s short picker-upperer, it did the job alright.
I went to check on the hanging hand washing, and I noticed that the humidity had gone down again. I think Tim Price was right about it going up the other day due to my leaving the hot water tap running.
Then I went to check out the mushrooms and potatoes in the crockpot…
Finally, I got back to the computer to do some updating on this blog. 
The meal consisted of; milk-roll bread beef sarnies: fried crispy onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, terribly weak, expensive cheese portions, and potatoes. 
23:50hrs: I woke to Thought Storms that must have been in a dream because they were very active straight away. Fears, concerns, anxious concerns that came and went for ages. 
I’d left it soaking, and went to investigate to see if anything was salvageable. Amazingly, the last few bits of fodder came off quickly? And the saucepan was usable again! Made a brew, and took the morning medications. 
Going to get the computer on to get the Templates started, and I returned to the wet room, to us the Porcelain Throne. Constipation Konrad was thrashed by Trotsky Terence in this mornings DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle). What a messy affair! Much refilling of the tank, before the great-dollop of evacuated product, was cleared.
I made up a template for today. Then went onto Facebooking catch-up. The WordPress Reader section next and emailed the link.
I turned off the computer to allow it to cool down a smidge, I went to do the ablutions.
before and legs after the shower were photographed. 
I’ve not had a good day, really. 
A fresh burning smell welcomed me as I got in the kitchen. 
I scraped off as much of the gunk as I could. Then got the Cif oven cleaner spray, and did my best (failing miserably) to get the oven and door cleaned. I even remembered to keep stirring the Chillie-Con-Carne, as I tried to clean the oven, so the saucepan wouldn’t burn!
There was no repeated muttering, spitting out of the terrible parentage-questioning word. Bile growing in the stomach. Depression, or feeling sorry for myself, at all. 
Then, I went to get the half-packet of brown bread thins, from where I just knew I’d left it… But no, it wasn’t there! I was sure I’d saved it in the bread bin, thinking at the time, how well it had worked out, having some for this feast, and with Sainsbury’s order due in the morning? (Although, of course, they may not send any, or might send a can of Turpentine as one of their infamous substitutes). The search had to be curtailed before the meal got too cold.
I grabbed the next in line ‘Heartbeat’ DVD from the box and got it playing. 
At the ungodly hour of 
Took the morning medications, and got the Health checks done. Started with the BP, on the Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. The SYS was acceptable at 159. The DIA at 70, and the PULSE a 
reasonable 80, all looked fine, to me.
Had a wee-wee. Emailed the link, and read the YourArea Email Magazine. It looked like a sleety, wet, windy and cold couple of days coming up on the weather page. Shame! Not that it matters with me imprisoned in the flat of course. Tsk!
The latest Coronavavirus figures were easier to read this morning. The new cases had dropped by-19.4%. That was a little bit of encouragement. 
The pictures to the right were on a page about the upcoming Storm Christoph. These were taken yesterday before the main storm arrives!
It was the DVT, Warfarin INR, test result sheets. It arrived yesterday, but I forgot about it, well you would do if it had dropped out of sight. Hehe! Great INR this time. Next test on 1st February. I was a little concerned about the dosages they had given me, not that it is up to me. But they seemed a bit high, 2½s and 3s? And a while until the next test. I hope it doesn’t get too high. Still, what the ‘eck! 
I decided to get some nosh of some sort. I found a beef pastie in the fridge, I think it’s alright, it smells good. That and some tomatoes, mayhaps a packet of Frazzles with them, yes, that sounds okay. So I made it up, the innards are still stinging, and I’ve no idea why? The guts calmed down after I’d eaten?
Got the brekkers eaten. I took this photo with the camera balanced on my bulbous but wobbly belly while eating it! The breakfast, not the camera! Haha! 
I got the handwashing washed rinsed, rung and hung. It cost me more time cleaning up where I’d spilt the soapy water all over. SSS had increased the severity of her attacks while I was doing the washing – then as I hung up the last item – she went all peaceful, and stopped bothering me now I was no longer an easy target… I’m losing it again here? Talking to the ailments! Well, I used some silent naughty words as well!
A glutton for punishment, I made up some waste bags, got them in the cardboard box on the walker, and got ready to go to the Waste-chute room. 
and as I was depositing the small bags into the chute, I dropped one, I bent forward and down, using the trolley as support… and cracked my head on the iron chute cover on the way back up! 
00:25hrs: I came back to semi-consiousness, the first thought was of the Iceland delivery that is due, and will they send any bread this time? 
As I glanced at the notepad, I did my best to read what I had written down lat night. But it was a forlorn hope, although I do seem to recall having a cracking headache as I got my head down?
d body out of the second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet. This morning it was a relatively easy task. But the pains from Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as bad as they have been for many months. Caught my balance easily enough, and I wobbled over to the overnight-wee-wee-bucket.
Another record broke here, I reckon. I passed more in this one visit than ever before! It took me so long, I thought I’d never stop! I was baffled at how so much liquid could have come from the stomach. (Then again, confusedness does come to me so easily) 
I went to get a bottle of the made-up spring-water and cordial, for there was a thirst-and-a-half on me this morning. I took this photo from the light & view-blocking window of the morning view. The wind was howling, yet I could still hear the ‘Hum’ as well? As I closed the window, the rain started to come down. 
I fetched the bottle and started the computer. I got the photos uploaded into CorelDraw, and titivated them top look a bit better than they did, which was not good.
By the time I’d got the photos done, and in the WordPress gallery, the two-litre bottle of spring water had all been drunk! I washed my hands and went to make up and refill the bottle. I also spotted that the airlessness thingy, supplied by Nottingham City Homes, showed a temperature and humidity as both being in the green, only just, but this 
was far better than yesterday.
I pressed on with the WordPressing and got the Tuesday diary updated. Nicodemus and SSS were both being so kind to me… But of all ailments, Colin Cramps was giving me bother in the 
left-hand fingers. Usually (and regularly) he does this at night after I settle done in the c1968 recliner. But now he was having a ball with me, Gawd blimey, he was! I got the Phorpain gel, I and had a good rubbing in session. Of course, it doesn’t help ease the pain, but the doctors say the rubbing in helps? I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet, so I did along
The Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a much better reading this time. SYS down to 156. DIA to 81, and the Pulse at 82. 
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was a little higher, at 37.3°c, but it was still with a been background colour, so it must be within range methinks.
at the computer?
As I got on with the updating, I also noticed that warm, wet sensation from the rear end! Damnations, the haemorrhoids were bleeding! Off to the wet room, and cleaned and medicated Harold’s area. Got new PPs on (this is costing me a fortune!) Washed up and returned to the computerisationing.
Then went on the WP comments. Next, the WordPress Reader section. 
I got dressed properly, I and made another tasty brew of Glengettie tea. 
Granglesknackersbuggerit!
Of course, this didn’t make me boiling mad at myself, start name-calling and insulting me, oh, no! self-hatred and loathing didn’t come into my mind at all. Depressed? Me? No!… This lying lark is not good! I was self-conscious about my repeated failures, memory blanks, inability to comprehend, and knowledge that things are not going to get better! I could have flooded the poor soul/s in the flat below! Just pure chance that the overflow coped with it, and although belatedly, I found out in time to avert a disaster. I got an acidy taste in the mouth, self-hatred, most likely. 
I had a peep at the YourArea Emagazine, for updates to the Coronova locally and weather.
The weariness fell as I got the nosh prepared. This meal was so easy to prepare, nowt hot, so no worries over the oven not working. It’s a shame that Iceland failed to deliver the other three packs of cooked meat and the bread, else I’d be able to make more easy meals, especially as I enjoyed this one so much. The taste-rating of 8/10 given. 
I made a brew and washed the pots from last night that I’d left to soak. 
And got it completed in record time, I think. NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were the only ailments that gave me any problems, they were both only intermittent, and I coped amazingly well. To start with, thus, my Smug-Mode was engaged for a while. I do hope they still behave when I have to take the shave! 
After taking the medications, I carried out the Health Checks. Starting with the BP on the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. The SYS had come down from 184 to 170, and the Pulse from Sundays high of 91, yesterdays 66, now 75. 
The Amazon bought, (for a very reasonable cost of £29), Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was of 36.9°c. It was up a smidge, but it is still in the green on the reading, so nae bother there to fret about at all. 
The pins, hooves and tootsies looked in fine form. I dried off and got the medicationing done. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Next, I creamed the furuncle and carefully Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They did sting bit! Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s and Cathy Cartilage’s knees. Put the eye drops in. Nasal hygiene sprayed the nostrils. Cleaned the spectacles, decoked the hearing aids and checked the batteries… It’s a job and a half every day! There is another dollop of advice for the whippersnappers. About what they might expect when they are growing old! Hahaha!
effect on me. The third stubbing of the day, surely that’ll be it, they say things happen in threes?
I had a bit of bother getting the badly-balanced three-wheeler trolley out of the door into the lift’s lobby, and even more, bother getting it through into the lift lobby. 
where the bins usually are, but not today. 
Winwood Court foyer, a sharp dizzy-spell nearly had me over! It left me a little confused and worried afterwards. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but I had to wait a while before moving on. What next! Took this snap of inside Winwood Court.
I departed, and the drizzle had stopped as I limped along. 
I got back inside the building via the caretaker fire door. 
lobby. 
Got in the flat, I put the trolley away, and finished washing the Manufactured in Pakistan, long-sleeved shirt, all done, wrung and hung to dry. 
Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures I could find, for Nottingham. Which showed a slight bit of optimism at least, a drop in numbers I thought. Then I came across this report, about where I live in Sherwood. This was not good! Yet still, people go out every day on the buses.
I made a brew… still no more wee-wees? 
then have the shortest, methinks.
Well, not really! I needed the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee, Cathy Cartilage was painfully for me, getting her own back for my falling on her twice last night as the right leg gave way. And, the Worldwide ‘Hum’ all around, and noise from machinery above were niggling at me. The problems with CorelDraw and the Computer milled about teasingly, goadingly, in my head! Doing me no good at all. 
I pressed on for hours. As I was close to finishing, I thought ‘Hello, I’m doing well here, no grammar problems showing from Grammarly’ (My spell checker). Then saw that the Grammarly icon was not showing on the page? Shucks! More problems!
I tended to the belated Health Checks. 
up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark put in to soak, ready for handwashing later, and the I wobbled-off to get the a
sink (Tsk!), all was okay.
An excellent session today: Total dropsies of about eight. The teeth hurt obviously. BPB was bothersome in the shower. No Shaking Shaun visits 
tumbles or bangs either! The medicationalisationing went well! 
As I turned around and down to but the washing liquid back in the under the cupboard, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) gave me a twinge like never before, almost electric-shock-like! Not very nice that! 
So much so, I slowly and carefully made up some waste bags and got them in the walker guide box. I got things ready near the door to take them to the rubbish-chute room, and another stupefaction moment, where I just have to double-check things. I felt something had been missed, not done, or left in a dangerous state? 
Off to the waste chute, not a soul about for me to pester and talk to. Hehehe! Got the things down the chute easily enough, RR, and RAI seemed to be easing off (The Zapains seem to be working quickly) but as I hobbled back to the flat CC (Cathy Cartilage) started giving me some bother. Yer can’t win ’em all!
The fatigue came earlier and suddenly today. I had to stop. But I needed to get Josies’ nosh prepared, and decided to make my own at the same time, very early on. I delivered Josie’s dead on time again and then returned to get my own done and sorted. Got the pots washed before settling 
down. Gawed I was feeling drained, now.
Inchcock’s Tips & Advice on gerrin’ o’der, fer Whippersnappers
01:35hrs: I slowly stirred back into life, of sorts. A sudden, almost panic began, from somewhere I thought that something was wrong in the kitchen! No smells, I don’t think. I struggled out of the c1968 recliner, and I limped to the kitchenette but found nothing untoward, and I had a good look around, windows shut, taps not running… was it a dream?
I got my Myanmar, (Burmese) made zip-up jacket on. Changed into the reading glasses, had a weak wee-wee, washed my hands, and started the Health Checks. The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was fine, at 36.6°c.
hands they’re just like ice ♫… Sorry about that, I got carried away! 
I snapped this photograph of Chestnut Way’s car park in front of the building, below. Back to the computer, taking another weak-wee-wee en route, and back on the computer.
I got an inspiration to write the Advice funny at the top of this page, well, second graphic down. I made it up and did it with a graphic. It’s nowhere near my best work, but for some reason, I found it so zanily humorous, so kept it in. I hope people like it and get a laugh. If anyone does, I’ll offer it to the Tate Gallery for a modest fee. Hahaha! 
Back to CorelDrawing, and within a minute into working, and the door chimes rang out. 
I gave up on computing, my hopes and plans destroyed! Ah, well, I turned off the computer and got some nosh sorted out. As I got the Ghilli-Con-Carne, red peppers and tomatoes in the saucepan, oh dearie me… 
All of the Peripheral Neuropathy related ailments all kicked-in, well not all of them. No leg dancing, loss of balance but SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), Shaking Shaun, and Cathy Cartilage gave me what for!
22:50hrs: Woke up wanting a wee-wee. (Nothing new there then!) The brain seemed to engage quicker than it normally does, and within seconds I was tugging dragging and humping my wobbly-bellied, oversized stomached body from the recliner, and got up, caught my balance, and visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Only to find the complete opposite of yesterday morning.
I poddled off to wash my hands and other areas in need, then to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I took this snap of the now snow-free view from the can’t get at to wash, new thick-framed, dirty, light & view-blocking windows.
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was again almost spot-on the button at 36.6°c in the green. I’m doing well this week with my body temperature readings.
A grumble from the innards, and involuntary, endogenous passing of wind from the rear end, had me abandoning things on the computer, and hastening like lighting to the wet-room in need of the Porcelain Throne. Well, I mean hobbling to the wet room, then!
messy in the extreme! 
Back onto the computer, and uploaded the photos from yesterday and this morning, to CorelDraw. Readied them for the blog, and opened WordPress. Made a start updating the Wednesday diary. Got the update finished after a few hours, and I made another mug of Glengettie.
The morning view, photographed from the light & view-blocking kitchenette window, made eerie pictures.
I made a brekkers. Mini pork pies, tomatoes, grapes, dried onions, a Marmite cheese disc, oh, and three little thin slices of the buttered Milk Roll loaf, none left now, Tsk! I will eat the food. Hahaha!
I stripped and into the wet room, I noticed the patellas seem to be doing their own thing? Of course, both are affected by Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but the right one has CC (Cathy Cartilage) to contend with, and thus, is usually the more painful of the two, as today. The marked difference in appearance, odd lumps etc. has not been noticed before. Still, it gives a bit of character to the photograph, don’t you think? I reckon that one leg is getting fatter than the other? Haha! 
On the bright side, the pins and feet didn’t look bad at all!
I noticed the, I’m not sure what you call it, a monitor for temperature and humidity gadget, shows the humidity as further below the green zone, and it got worse later, down 10 points under? I’ll take a look at Google, see what comes up.
yesterday but forgot to. Hard to believe, me forgetting something, I know. Hehehe! 
looking at this morning’s Your-Area E-magazine. I found some bits scaremongering and of mild interest.
This was found on the Nottingham News site. Cheered my up a bit. I’d like to know how the student paid the fine immediately? Must have been a foreign pupil. 
I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and the weather had changed a bit from earlier. I’m sorry I took it now, it was freezing out there! It must have fallen while I was doing the lengthy ablution session. Haha! It put me off going anywhere even if I could.
An hour or so later, I went into the kitchen to check on what to have for nosh later on. And the fog had descended now, it got worse later. 
I got the meal prepping started. Took the evening medications. Very early in the day, for I was wearied beyond belief, I got the nosh served up. 
I feasted and wallowed in it! Everything came out well, the bacon surprisingly so.
The landline flashed and chirped. The struggle out of the recliner again was not easy with CC so stiff and painful, but I got there in time somehow. It was my Vampire Nurse Angel, Hristina, to tell me she’ll be coming on Monday, between 0900 > 1100hrs. I thanked her, had a rare wee-wee, washed, and got back down in the c1968 recliner.
01:40hrs: I reclaimed ersatz life, to be greeted by of the ‘Hum’, and the noise from the machinery on the roof, greeted me. 
1: I didn’t make it in time. Oh, dearie me! The PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) caught me out – then the wee-weeing started without hesitation as normally would have, with what seemed like a gallon of liquid belting out like water from a fireman’s hose! Never in the field of wee-weeing, have I passed so much in a shorter time! 
Got the computer on, and more Windows updates had arrived, they scare me you, know! Humph! 
I engaged my famously unproductive Sherlock Holmesian Investigative mode. I pondered on why the wee-weeing was so persistent and powerful today. After a while considering and analysing all available data, I arrive at the following conclusion: I had obviously got the medications wrong somehow. With the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345, Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, cocking up the pill pods and failing to put any covers on them, that caused me to drop all the pills on the floor. Got down on my knees to pick them up, but many have never been seen again, then calling for help for me to get back up off of the floor, and handed up guessing which was which of the Furesomide, Beta-Blockers and Codeine? Tsk!
I then pressed on with the diarying, got it finished. (Three wee-wees) Posted it off, Pinterested a photo, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then, onto Facebook catch-up, and decided to get the Health Checks done.
A mammoth wee-wee, there are getting longer again? How? Why?
The Coronavirus figures are now scarier than ever! I wish some of the folks who go out every day on the bus would read these figures. They could be spreading the virus every time? The UK figures shown were even more frightening to me.
I got some brekkers before it was time to get the ablutions seen to.
Off to get the ablutions done. And boy, yet again it was a good one: The 
ailments were fair to me…ish. The dropsies were only about eight in total. Just the one cut shaving. The showering was Dizzy Dennis-free. Oh, yes! Just the once clout against the grab-rail, but a very minor one. Even the medicationalisationing went injury free! Not pain-free, but you can’t have everything. Hehehe!
I made up a coup;e pf rubbish bags and a recycling one, then got them on the box on the walker-guide, got to the doorway, and had to nip back to the wet-room for a wee-wee!
something else that we get free in our later years. Just thought I’d warn any whippersnappers who might have wandered onto this page by mistake! Not to mention the physical ailments.
As I put the kettle on, I noticed that sleet had joined in with the rain, the houses all around were getting a coating on their rooftops. A lot of rain still, so it shouldn’t settle. (Famous last words?) Seconds later I got the camera and took this shot of the view from the window. I may have to review my forecast now. Har-har!
I took the evening medications with the meal, as recommended by the Doctor. Then got the meal served upon the tray. I added some sugar snap peas and grapes, and a very basic pot of custard and jelly dessert, that took me back to Brookfield Place, and being an ankle-snapper! Hehe!
I expect that being helped so generously by the unknown Angel, I’ll now be able to take a Codeine helped eased the pain from the teeth, and helped tremendously, in the enjoyment stakes. A flavour-rating of 9.2/10 for this feast of fodder! The taste-buds had been well satisfied. And ease of mind followed.