Inchcockski – Friday 20th March 2020: It turned out I was up for over 25hours today. Oh, dearie me!

2020 Mar 20

2020 tttMar20

Friday 20th March 2020

Danish: Fredag 20 Marts 2020

000 Mar 20

GM 100.100.150RWD 100.100.150 01:45hrs: Another ever-waking and nodding-off night! I’m getting frustrated with this nocturnal habit I seem to have caught! I waited for the mangled thoughts that were actively teasing my grey-cells, to dissipate. I looked around me and noticed that the curtains were open and partly hanging off the now broken rail, onto the floor. It got worse!

WD 100.100.150 Signs of Nocturnal-Nibbling were spotted! An empty Marmite crisp packet and some unidentifiable crumbs were spread over my overly-protruding stomach, with its partly deflated spare tyre hanging loose. Also, on the chair and even squashed down the nails of two fingers?

I pondered a while further. What’s been going on? I must have been noctambulating overnight? But I had no memories of doing so? Am I going potty? For some reason, the Coronavirus came to mind, and I began thinking back to my younger days. When everyone was assured, the human race would go on forever. I certainly didn’t expect to that in my lifetime, I’d see the end of mankind or the world. But it’s a possibility after all. Or is it? That feeling you get when you’re a young whippersnapper, that you are Special in a world of billions, a chosen. Well, maybe one to be on hand for the; end of time, end of days, last days, final days, doomsday, Armageddon, the apocalypse, or eschaton! Ah, Well, if it’s to be. So be it!

My ruminative mind-wandering came to an abrupt end, as I involuntarily passed wind, and moved to free my body-mass from the £300, second-hand none-working recliner.

WD 100.100.150 I put my hand down the inside of the seat, to gain some momentum in getting my overweight body freed so I could stand. I squashed the finger blisters from last nights scolding with the tea. This brought forth some Profane and socially offensive language, muttered with some force from my lips, but I kept control of the volume and did not shout out loud. I don’t think. (As I did last night when I had the Accifauxpas!)

WD 100.100.150 I got to the Throne in time and sat there waiting for it, as it has been doing recently, to start of its own accord, but it didn’t. Much painful and urgent encouragement was given, I could feel the blood flowing down my legs as the evacuation started. But it was soon over with, and then the painful cleaning up and medicationalisationing had to be done. I put some cream on the fingers afterwards.

Back to the c1968, cringingly grottily-beige coloured recliner, and cleaned up what I could without using the hoover, too early for the noise yet. As for the curtains, I was not well enough to handle the steps however, after the bending to get the crumbs up. The curtains remain hanging loose on the floor at 08:40hrs (and beyond). Guilt-Mode-Engaged!

5Fri02I opened the door to the kitchen, with anticipations of finding more signs and indications of my evening rummaging around. But it looked the same as I had left it, which was nice to see! I took a photo from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking thick-framed kitchen window.

Took the medications with spring water, made a brew, oh, so carefully, I can tell yer! But, whenever the Shuddering Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, or Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters fail, they do it without warning. So, I can only blame myself for the Accifauxpas last evening, I was holding the cup in my right hand at the time! But, then again, if I’d used the left hand to hold the mug, I’d have had to use the right for getting the milk out of the fridge. Which wouldn’t have burnt me, but would have been a lot harder to clean up if I’d dropped that instead of the brew. My mind’s going round in circle here. The simple truth is, as the Doctors and nurses have told me, there is nothing they can do to mend dying nerve-ends. So why am I blaming myself now? Anyway, everyday activities are getting either too painful or almost impossible to do. I waffled self-pityingly on again there, didn’t I? Sorry!

Time was going, and I knew that the weariness and fatigue would arrive and put an early stop to my activities and concentration again! So I pressed on with the updating of yesterdays blog as quickly as I could. (I bet there’s no end of mistakes I’ve made in it, Tsk!)

I had a drink of the spring water with a drop of orange cordial added to it, had the first proper wee-wee of the day (Yes, about four hours without one!) It turned out to be of a different variety than I had for yonks. A TTNWTE (Torrential-Throughout-Not-Wanting-To-End) mode! This encouraged me to get the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) out and disinfected, and placed near the computer, ready for further use!

Back on the computerisationing. I posted off the blog. Went on Pinterest. Then the WordPress reader. The TFZer Facebooking next, I spent hours on it, and enjoyed it, too!

I think Herbert is building his models this morning. (Clunk, Bang occasionally) But this is a good thing! I was getting withdrawal symptoms for the lack of banging, knocking and drilling, now the upgrading work has been suspended. Hahaha!

6Sat05I went on CorelDraw, determined to get some much-needed graphics and page tops done. Within five minutes, I needed the Porcelain Throne again.

WD 100.100.150 I really wish you could have seen my farcical performance in getting there on time! I did so relatively easily, but as I was settling down on the pot, so’s to speak, the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance in the right legs started! It was a sharp session, but short in duration. Still enough for me to stub the toe in the process of trying to control it.

But, on the plus side, I managed to contain things long enough to get back on the Throne before the movement began. Only just, but, Phew! The good luck returns! While in there, I olive-oiled the ear canals, and had a check on the pins.

5Fri05By gosh, they had returned to the insipid, pale, anaemic-looking state again. But the veins and clopidogrel marks were a great deal calmer.

WD 100.100.150 I was feeling a touch of almost nonchalant at how I had coped the involuntary dance routine this time. And going out through the door, I clouted my elbow on the frame. Huh!

5Fri04I got the vegetables in the saucepan, trying a seasoning with an unknown taste. The 5% vinegar, and a drop of balsamic vinegar, oh, and some sea-salt.I tried to keep having a check on it. Parsnips, turnips, sugar snap peas and mushrooms. I hope to have them with some chips and franks, later.

WD 100.100.150 Back to the computer and tried to get some page tops done. However, the concentration went when Saccades Sandra gave me a few funny turns.

5Fri01So, I went to make a brew of Glengettie, in the larger mug. Back again to try CorelDrawing.No a lot of success.

I got the sweet potato fries in the oven cooking.

WD 100.100.150 No good, Saccades Sandra and Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley are both having a go at me, and I think the lack of sleep, doesn’t help. I’m turning into a right little insomniac.

5Fri03The nosh was close to being ready to serve up. I nipped to have a quick wash, I didn’t want to mis if the man arrived with the toilet rolls! The legs seemed in good conditon again. Talk about ever changing and Jeckle & Hyde!

I got the meal presented on the tray.

5Fri08Settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner with the nosn on the tray, and I have to claim that it was a cracking tasty treat! Everything was good, tastewise, and no potatoes or bread again. This new-found grit and determination to stick to a diet seems to be working! The vegetables were super! Everything else was decent enough! A flavour Rating of 8.3/10 given.

After feasting and getting the things washed up, my most vital to me anyway, task, was not to fall asleep and miss the toilet rolls coming!

5Fri09I checked on emails, and they due up to 22:00hrs tonight. I tuened off the computer, and got the telly on, making sure the programmes I watched had sub-titles on them. I took the top picture on the right, from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows. I may have nodded off a few times, but I’m sure it was only for a few seconds. Then got up to check that any rolls had not been left outsuide the door, nope!

I took the second bottom photo, and the clouds look the same lay-out to me? Why, I ask, after such a length of time?

Back to the rusty old recliner, and started to watch a Law & Order episode, and the door chime rang out! I hastily fumbled by way out of the chair and to the door. There on the floor was the pack of toilet rolls, and the delivery driver was walking hastily away out of the foyer door. I can’t blame him, he is a block of flats, filled with the most at-risk elderley all around him (Coronavirus).

5Fri007cI got the pack inside, and found they were the second lot I had ordered. Cheaper, but much thinner and narrower than the Tork ones I’d ordered first. I remembered at the time, my EQ telling me they (the Topk ones) will never arrive. Looks like he was right again! Still, on the bright side, I do not need bother over struggling to get toilet tissue for a while. And, if anyone in the flats runs out, I can spare one to help them out now! That’s a good thing!

I put them in the corned behind the seats, and managed to stay awake long enough to change into the night attire, and got seated again.

I was asleep almost instantly! (It was gone midnight by then!)