Inchcock Today – Monday 23rd March 2020: One or two gaudiloquent moments today, helped me get through it!

2020 Mar 23

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Monday 23rd March 2020

Basque: 2020ko Martxoaren 23, Astelehena

000 Mar 23a

GM03 0.51.003:10hrs: Woke late, but that’s because I had another six-hours worth of blissful, glorious sleep. Great! Laying there a moment, I wriggled and appreciated that Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Shaking Shoulder Shirley, were all giving me a welcome break from hassle! Even Greaterer! My only ailments in a bad mood, were Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Shaking Shaun. Well copeable with, I think. Hope it stays this way.

I received the usual indications from the innards, (rumbling, grumbling) that a visit to the Porcelain Throne was needed. I rose up on my feet, grabbed the stick, and wobbled off to the wet room, with minimal effort or pain! Great, greaterer!

1Mon01This session was much improved on earlier ones, less painful, more comfortable to exert and far less painful! The only thing that spoilt my elation was the amount of bleeding from the rear. There were a few spots of haemoglobin from Little Inchies fungal lesion, but nowt to fret about. And the pins looked a little odd to me, but blown if I know why or what made me think this? The Clopidogrel lumps and papules, as well as the veins, looked calm enough. The knees in good form. I’m a little annoyed at myself for not knowing what it is that seems so different to me. (Possibly Saccades-Sandra playing up, I’ll find out when I get on the computer later). I washed and did a bit of medicating and went to the kitchen.

As I filled the kettle, it did become evident that Saccades-Sandra was playing up, as I struggled to get the connector base and kettle lined-up. Got the medications out, digested them, olive-oiled the ears, Saccades eye spray applied, and made the brew of Thompsons Punjana. Then got the

1Mon04WD 0.40.0 The morning sun was casting shadows from behind the flats, and I took this shot, but it took three tries, as the harrowing Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started failing, to get an unsmudged picture. I can’t find any pattern in these nerve-end dyings; sometimes it is persistent, others for a few moments. There are no warning signs; it has caused me many an Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop, but not this time. Hehehe!

1Mon03I got the yellow Clinical Sharps Waste box and Enoxaparin pre-filled syringe needle and grabbed a lump of fleshy-stomach, (no problems, I have masses of flubber hanging off around my wobbly midriff!). I injected the anticoagulant. I must remember to give the box to the nurse in the morning! I started and continued to cough a bit persistently afterwards, but this is a regular occurrence, Dr Vindla says not to worry about, so I don’t. I took a swig of the ‘Tickly Cough’ medicine.

A funny thing about doing these injections, sticking and pushing it in, and I smell nothing, but there is always a lingering sweet smell afterwards for a few hours. It’s lovely; I think that someone should make a perfume out of it! Haha!

1Mon02I got the computer going and checked the emails first. The daily Coronvirus (Covid-19) update page gave this graph: Dr Keith Girling, Medical Director for  Nottingham University Hospitals NHS Trust, said: “Sadly, we can confirm that a further two patients who were being cared for at our hospitals have died. Both patients had tested positive for Covid-19. There are now 34 patients diagnosed with the virus in the city, up from 22, while figures for the county have increased to 60, a jump from 45 on Saturday, March 21.

WD 0.40.0 Well, that did nothing to cheer me up! I got on with updating the Sunday post, which should have been a quicker task, with so few photos, with me not getting out and about. But, ended up with me struggling against the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters. They came into action and failed again repeatedly. After finally getting it finished and posted off, I needed to do some page top graphics on CorelDraw. Another few hours lost, but I do so enjoy creating them.

1Mon04aI’ve not mentioned them yet, but the wee-wees were frequent and all of the VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) variety.

I took a breather and got the mushrooms in the crock-pot. Sea salt and balsamic vinegar seasonings added. Left it on a low-setting, and didn’t cut-up or slice the fungi.

WD 0.40.0 Checked the ever-changing state of the Amazon deliveries. They were all originally next day deliveries that were but put back. Well, it’s to be expected, Amazon is not protected from the effects of staff, product shortages and other Coronvirus limitations being imposed! Fingers crossed the potatoes might get here tomorrow? He says, so full of expectancy, hope and not listening to his EQ, who warned him weeks ago! To be fair, joking aside, it must be a horrendously difficult task for them nowadays!

1Mon05b

But, Government instructions to Self-Isolate or not, I will need bread, milk and fresh fruit and vegetables soon. I’ll have to go out! Tomorrow, I have an order coming, I hope, from Morrisons, but if its anything like the last one, there will not be much of it. Will the phlebotomy angel-nurse be calling tomorrow or not? Life is very disconcerting now, isn’t it?

I then went on CorelDraw again, to try my best to get some more graphics done ahead of the day. Still, fingers crossed! Back online soon…

1Mon08WD 0.40.0 I’m back! I went to check on the veg in the crockpot. Oh, dearie me and Bugglethumbles! I left the slow-cooker on a high setting! The seasoned water splattered out all over the place. Never mind, at least it was an easy accifauxpas to clean up this time! So, no moaning. Hehe!

I finished doing the graphics a few hours later. Having made just three of them. Tsk! But they were complicated ones for page top headers, so I hope they encourage a laugh or a few smiles when I use them. One was used as a page top for this blog; it took me the longest of them to get together. But I thought it came out alright.

wd 0.40.0a The computer was closed down, and off I went to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Two visits today? This one was a nasty affair. Very painful, messy, and I clouted my knee on the floor cabinet corner. My language is getting worse this week! Got a clean-up and creamed certain areas in need of the same.

1Mon07I got the nosh carefully prepared. Tons of washing up to do afterwards, with for some reason seemed a right bind to me? Anyroad, the out-of-sell-by-date potato curl things, despite being stuck together like glue, came out tasty. I think the packet had been thawed and refrozen. The well-overcooked mushrooms, peas and leeks, were gorgeous! Mini tomatoes, they were keeping well, considering I bought them over a week ago! The pate and last of the sausages, wonderfully flavourful. A taste-rating of 8/10!

As I was washing the pots up, the ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed from the door chimes. It was Josie returning the Sunday lunch paraphernalia. She said she enjoyed it and asked about where I’d got the Rhubarb & Custard yoghourts from. I inquired if she liked the anchovies, and she did. I handed her the other yoghourts from the fridge, and she gave me a pack of mini Victoria cakes. Which I should have told her are off my permitted diet list now – but I weakened and took them, with guilt and certain self-loathing in the air. Naughty Inchcock! We had a few words nattering, and she departed, bless her cotton socks. This certainly cheered me up, her liking the nosh.

WD 0.40.0 I got the computer back on, to do an Iceland order. But, there were no slots available! Grobblesnotkins! Closed it down, and got the TV on. 

Tried to get some kip, but even the many adverts om the box failed to help me get to sleep!

I spat, curse silently, and got up again and did a some work on CorelDraw. No sooner had I started it than the weariness and fatigue missing earlier fell on me. This isolationing thing is getting to me now! Humph!

Off went the computer again, and I got back in the grotty-beige-coloured broken by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, recliner… Zzzz!