00:50hrs: I stirred, having enjoyed an unbroken four hours wrapped in the arms of Sweet Morpheus. But felt like I’d not had any kip, so tired still?
But, Bladder-Blair was badgering me, demanding an emptying, decanting, a wee-wee. No option other than to appease him, so, weary as I felt, I had to force my overly-sufficiently grown gross-bellied body from the semi-comfort of the c1968, pukingly beige-coloured recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed metal Mickey, and meandered wobbly off to the wet room.
I bit of a marathon first release, just like yesterday, and taken sitting down. As I perused the mess and rubbish on the room, I realised that the blood vessel broken eye was a little clearer than it was last night. Just as itchy, mind. I resisted and rubbing or scratching at it. (Swank-Mode-Engaged!) I had the left on sticker thingies from the hospital to play with, Hehe! I whipped them off, then washed my hands.
Well, sod-it, I’m up now. I’ll have a look at the medications next. I’ll get into my Sherlockian Mode an see if I can work out some system of making sure I do not get into a mess with the new medication requirements, create a system perhaps? But it was not to be! My efforts came to nothing. Sad, I know! But I was so tired out for some reason and felt more like getting my head-down again than doing anything trying, like thinking, breathing or being creative.
I got the Health Checks done. The Blood-Pressure SYS had tumbled down to 154, I wonder if that is because of one of the things in the Eye Drops they put in, and I did when I got home? I must stop this thinking, it’s very trying today. Hahaha!
The new-to-me Chinese-made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was fine again. At 36.5ºc.
I heard a different noise in between the dreaded, annoying ‘Hum’ and went to have a look and listen around. A low droning noise, that seemed to be coming from above?
I got the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops from the fridge and put them in quickly, so as not let the medication get too warm. They didn’t sting much! Got the bottle back in the fridge, sharpishly.
Then got the Carmellose Evolve® eye drops applied. No stinging with this either, but they do bugger up the vision for a few minutes, and the itching started, and stickiness/stiffness of the eyelid, as well. I think it mentions something about this on the paper in the box.
I took the morning medications from the pill-box. Added a Furosemide. No need to take any extra Codeine or Paracetamol, as the ailments were mostly being kind to me, I wish I could say the same about the feet, I can’t understand why they are aching so?
The intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery arriving. The gentleman dropped the bags inside the door, Clunk, rattle, bang! That’ll please my neighbours!
Oh, dearie me, yes, indeed!
I put the tins and paper towels in the junk room and placed the other carriers into the kitchen.
I got the bags unpacked and made a check of the products. Some of the use-by dates I was not happy with, but there you go. The pork pies will last until Christmas morning, then I can have my regular, every 25th December breakfast of toast and pickle flavoured mini pork pies to feast one. Yee-Haa!
The fridge and freezer have never been fuller! There’ll be no starvingisationing going on here… yet, anyway.
I got with updating the Sunday blog, I realised that with spending six-hours at the hospital yesterday (It could have been worse), a lot of work is needed on it. Gawd Blimey! That took hours to get done!
Just as I was finishing it, the highly-desirous, wonderful, sweet, kind, Vampire Nurse Hristina arrived. She entered, busy as usual, but kindly always finds time for a natter while she takes my blood. I gave her a Christmas pressie in thanks for her help over the year, and off she trotted to her next patient we are so lucky to have her!
I put some more drops in the affected eye. After putting the Carmellose Evolve® in, the eye fogged-over, and the lids were sticking a little.
Time to get the Ablutioning done.
Well, well, well… well! As I stripped off (An horrendous thought for anyone, sorry), could I get the, marks off from the electrode discs? No, I couldn’t! They came off of the chest with no bother, but not the arms and legs? They’ll be a reason for that, you know. But I’m not holding my breath about getting an answer. Hehehe!
The bruise on the leg I got at the hospital yesterday, is now turning from brown to a blue. Pretty really! It’ll soon be gone, they always do.
The usual dropsies, but nowt worth mentioning.
Brother in law Pete rang, cause he’s not received the blog link and was checking. I bored him to death with the tale of yesterday’s hospital visit. Sorry, Pete! All a one-sided nattering session, I felt guilty afterwards.
I got the link and blog posted, Pinterested some piccies. Went on the WordPress reader, then replied to some comments.
Got some waste bags made up and took them to the waste chute. When I got back to the flat, the rain was easing off somewhat, but not enough to tempt me to take photos from the open balcony window, I took these moody shots from the kitchen window.
Then I saw red cars that were parked returned for a perusal from the balcony of the closed windows. It’s a bit of a joke twixt a cyber buddy and me, about red cars that we nurtured for some reason. So Billumski, Ohio’s Head Honcho of the RCMS Red Car Monitoring Services, here’s today’s on show. Hahaha!
I rang Jane and Pete back. We had a natter, and I found out that Pete has to go back to the City Hospital back on 6th January for another Bone Marrow test. I pray things to go right, especially as he’s coped so well up to now with the dreaded, Big-C.
I did some work on this blog, and then I went to the WC for a Porcelain Throne session. It was another victory for Constipation Konrad over Trotsky Terence in the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle). Talk about struggle and suffer! Argh! A bit more bleeding today as well.
I decided to get a quick wash, as for some unknown reason, although it is not hot in the flat, according to the temperature gauge it’s 22°c, I was feeling oddly warm.
The door chimes rang out, and it was Jenny’s, Frank, bless him. Jenny has sent the fresh minced beef and jar of pickled eggs that must have been delivered today for me. I remembered to give him a bag of some pressies, he couldn’t stay talking (well, listening) to me, he was out on the distribution run with things bought by Jenny, for peoples in the flats. Despite Stuttering Stephanie’s attention’s, I was in a talkative mood today, it might be with the eye seeming to be improving so well. Oh, that reminds me, time for the drops again and Poo-Softening Sucolsate, no that’s wrong, I’ll check the bottle… Docusate medicine.
There is nothing I can find on the bottle about whether or not to shake it before taking any? So I shook it. It still tasted horrible, Haha! I had the litre bottle of tap water with a splash of orange cordial in it, that is to be drunk immediately after taking medicine, and I drank half of it – just to try and clear the taste.
I called Jenny, bet she was surprised to get a call so late in the day, from me. She was not accepting payment for the minced beef or pickled eggs.
Next, mission impossible: I had to put two lots of ear drops in. Most difficult for me to do. I dare not use the dodgy right hand to hold the eyelash away from the eye to put the drops in. If I do that and Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters kick-off, I could blind myself. So, I have to use the right hand to squirt the dropper, and the aim is not good. I got the Chloramphenicol antibiotic from the fridge and gave it my best shot. But, just like when the Doctor put the first lot in, and every time I have tried, the yellow-brown liquid runs down through the moustache and into the mouth. I took this photo of my mush afterwards, so you can see my problem.
But the bleeding has stopped in the eye, so the effort is worth it. Mind you, I’ll end up with a multi-coloured moustache. Har-Har!
Next, I got the Carmellose eye drops and tried again. Blimey, that one blurs the vision, it is a lot thicker, this one is.
Hours beyond my usual head-down time already. I’ll get the nosh, an easy meal again methinks.
Had a quick look for the latest Covid-19 virus figures for Nottingham.
Turned off the computer, and sorted the meal—one of my worst efforts ever tastewise. But the new medications might be affecting the taste-buds? Plus it was so late, and I was so weary.
The cooked ham was as near to eating newspaper as it could be. The chips (delivered today by Iceland) that are usually one of my favourites were so tasteless! The Morrocan tomatoes, the blandest and wearish I’ve tasted. The Jenny♥ supplied Pickled Eggs were fine, though!
There’s a chance it could be perhaps ageustia? But my money is on it being the side-effects of the new medications causing my loss of taste.
I had a last pathetic attempt at doing the eye drops again. I expect to wake up with the moustache and my chubby cheeks tinted with yellow-brown from the flowing down Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops, once more. (I did!)
Sleep was even more resistant to come tonight. I watched more television than I have done for years – not taking much in, I sort of laid the midst the thought storms, in an ‘I’ve had enough’ mode. But not depressed at all, just in an accepting mood.
I remember getting up to take a Dioctyl capsule I’d forgotten to take earlier (I was reminded in one of the Thought Storms), and the shock of seeing the clock, it was gone midnight!
I took the tablet with a good drink of tap water, got back in the £300. second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, I think I nodded off soon afterwards. But woke at 02:35hrs, for a wee-wee, stubbed my toe and this woke me up alright! Hahaha!
23:55hrs: I didn’t really wake from my slumber, per se, as I never got to sleep properly. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up so many times in one night in my life. A minute here, a few in dreamland, and almost shooting awake so often. Very annoying, and not helpful at all!
After taking the missed evening medications, the first thing I did, was to get the Saturday post updated and posted off, well, after a wee-wee of course. No Glengettie brewing, washing or even catching my balance. Not going to be a good day, methinks!
I got on with updating the Saturday Diary, it didn’t take long cause so little happened. Hehe! Here are the photos of the meals that I missed off on the blog. (Sad, innit?)
The brekkers, Super Noodles with added made-up gravy, and a few bread-thins to dunk in the suffusion! Then the minced beef and potato letters. I made a cock-up of the three-letter word I wanted to put on it, though. It should have been ‘OOPS’ to mock how the day ended for me. It wasn’t until I uploaded the photo that I realised I’d put Poo (I ate the S’, but still, there’s a connection I suppose?
The SYS was higher again!
Onto the computer again, and then needed to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet-room, hoping for a more comfortable session today.
I got settled on the Throne, and another wee-wee burst out first, and a lengthy, determined effort of the FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style it was too! As soon as it came to an abrupt end, the rear end evacuation started of its own accord.
Another massive Torpedo slowly escaped. However, it was not as long, bloody, or painful as yesterdays, I’m glad to report!
As I was about to stand up, the wee-weeing recommenced. It was an SPL (Steady-Persistent-Lengthy) mode, with a lot of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling) following. I cautiously waiting a while after the motion and dribbling had finished, in case a third bout started.
No one had warned me about how things in the human waste removals bladder and bowel departments would get to be so embarrassing, harassing, cringe-making, frustrating and complicated, not to mention so painful, when one gets older. Or how tremendously easy it will be, to get your medications mixed-up. Or, the selection of ailments and disabilities one may collect in one’s dotage. Like vicious haemorrhoids, new ticker-valve fitted, duodenal ulcers, going deaf, arthritis, cramps, peripheral neuropathy, colour-blindness, a stroke, lack of mobility, all your favourite foods will be barred by the doctors: Brassica [brussel sprouts, kale, cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, turnip, collard, watercress etc.] Sweetcorn, cranberries, cakes, biscuits etc. Not to mention diabetes, reflux valve sticking, Nerve ends and neurotransmitters dying, to mention a few that I have knowledge of.
Still, it might be more benevolent not to mention it. Especially while the pandemic is on, and now the New-Strain of Covid-19 being discovered, that can transmit more easily, cause more serious symptoms or render the vaccine useless. (Mr Google told me this)
Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer?Huh!
Back to the computer, to start this blog going. The wee-wees were increasing in frequency, and reducing in power and volume each visit. I neglectedly got the Saturday blog posted to WordPress, emailed the link, Pinterested a few snaps, and visited the TFZ and Winwood Heights Facebook pages. Then on the WordPress Reader, and did some comment reading and replying on WordPress.
I made a mug of Glengettie tea, then began making notes to prompt me later on the events as they had occurred.
Worryingly, am almost instant headache came on (and seems reluctant to go away, but later did ease off greatly, Phew!) and Dizzy Dennis paid a few short visits over the next hour or so.
Head down doing updating and graphics in between. (I’m adopting an industrious mode!) Hahaha!
As I was starting to think about what I had in for Josies Sunday meal, the left eye suddenly became stiff-lidded, and very itchy. Ah, well, I thought, I’ll get the ablutions done and that will free-up any gink that might have gotten into the eye, no pain with it, but it blurred the vision too much for me to stay on the computer anyway.
I think I found myself whistling contentedly as I got the zip-up jacket in the bowl to soak wash, then I went to get the ablutions done.
All was going well until it came to shaving, and what I saw in the shaving mirror.
Jimminy Cricket! Now I saw what the blurring and itching were all about.
I did notice that the ankle ulcer had almost disappeared, and the pasty feet looked much better.
I hastened through the ablutioning and got the maroon jacket washing and hung wet as speedily as I could. I intended to ring the NHS 111 for some advice about the eye.
I rang the 111 number. A recorded voice said something, and the music started.
Recorded questions, with keypad numbers to press in answer was gone through. Back to the music!
Another set of recorded questions came on, all about Coronavirus, tests, symptoms etc. that went on for ages. I’m not sure I heard the questions correctly a couple of times, so I guessed which option to press. Back to the music!
A live lady came on the line and began questioning some more. Nice sounding pleasant, patient woman, with my stuttering, and went through all my details. A methodical list of prompted questions and a set of inquiries as to what happened, then my medical history (that took half an hour).
The lady left to talk to her medical clinician. Colin Cramps was giving me some hassle with holding the phone for such a long time with the arm bent. Back to the music!
Then the lady returned to eye-related questions, and returned to talk to her advisor came on. Back to the music!
The patient, the kind lady, returned and told me an ambulance would be with me in 20 minutes. I was to get all my medications together to take with me. I thanked her kindly and went into a semi-panic mode immediately.
I called at Josie’s to explain I would not be able to do her Sunday lunch. Poor gal had a shock when she saw the eye. Told me to let her know how things are when I return from the hospital. I rushed back to the flat and started thinking about the things I might need to take with me, but I didn’t get far, the intercom rang out a few minutes later. I buzzed them in, they were confirming I needed an ambulance, then returned to the vehicle to get the gear. So I waited near the intercom panel, and they buzzed again and were in the flat telling me to sit down straight away, so I did.
The two paramedics did various tests, and among them, the SYS came out, as the man said; ‘Perfect SYS at 154. This always happens, I get a reading earlier like today of 176, and the medicals get 154 a few hours later?
Off to the Queens Medical Centre, in a wheelchair, so that might be fun getting back home without the three-wheeled walker-guide! The ambulance man took my keys and fetched the walking stick for me from the flat.
At least I had got something right, the Paramedic told me on the way, (had a nice natter en route too!) that the call came through and they were now late getting their lunch-break, but he was smiling as he told me. Adding, ‘We get a £10 bonus if we are late getting our break. I replied, “You’re welcome lads!” thinking it was funny. They didn’t look amused. Oh, dear!
I was dropped off in the Eye Casualty & Laser Clinic waiting room. Where I waited in the wheelchair.
Shortly afterwards, a man came to me, and I could not understand a word of what he was saying. I couldn’t use facial expressions or lips as a guide, cause of the facemask. Not the foggiest idea what he was saying, I asked him to repeat himself a few times, and this did not please him at all.
No pen or crossword book, they lay in the three-wheeler guide bag at home, Humph! But I had put the little Canon Camera in my pocket. I sneaked it out twice during the wait to get seen. Only in the receptions area, among the do’s and don’t list on the wall, was taking photographs, filming or recordings.
I only saw one other patient all the time I was there.
I enjoyed hearing the staffs laughter and banter in the background.
A young lady arrived, and again hearing things was not easy, but she was patient with me not hearing and my Stuttering Stephanie problem. She asked questions there in the reception. Examined the dodgy eye and put some drops in it. She left saying she’ll be back – an Arnie fan no doubt, Hehehe!
An hour or so later, another lady arrived and wheeled me into a room, running the wheel of the deckchair into her foot. Poor thing! Oh, I put deckchair… I meant a wheelchair. She did the vitals checks again, I asked her what the SYS was, 164.
Back to the waiting room. Fell asleep. Woken up by the nice lady, and she wheeled me into her room. All the checks were done again, the BP, the… I’ve forgotten what its called, where they stick the stickers on around you arms legs, chest etc. I asked this lady what the SYS reading was, down to 154 now! That’s good in two hours.
Clambering to get my blubbery body in a wobbly chair to get my chin on the examination machine, I clouted my left leg on a metal corner. Excrement! Gonna be a bruise there in the morning. Humph!
The clinician said after checking the eyes thoroughly that I had a burst, a blood vessel. She was ordering some Chloramphenicol antibiotic Eye Drops, and Carmellose eye drops. (I couldn’t remember the names obviously, I took them off of the cartons in the morning) One to used five times a day and kept in the fridge, the other four times a day. (Instant fretting mode-adopted) With the medications, tablets capsules, medicines and creams I’m already on, all I could do that time was get more confused and acknowledge that Accifauxpas are certain to be in the offing, now!
I was wheeled out to the waiting area again. An hour or so later, the lady returned and put in one of the drops, saying she would return (Arnie?) and put the other drops in later.
Two taxi ambulance people arrived to collect me and take me home. (That was a wonderful surprise!) It was a battle to convince them not to kidnap me. (Chortle!) Getting the message over to them, that I was waiting for some eye drops to be put in, was not going very well…
The situation was saved when the eye lady came to put the drops in the bloodied eye. Getting the chair into the ambulance and I clouted the left leg again.
Didn’t bother me much, I still had the thoughts of how I’m going to cope with all the medications without getting them wrong, buzzing around in my head! Still, the woman drove, and the man chatted to me from the front side seat. Nice chap, used to be a doorman-bouncer. We both had a verbal session about the SIA and our similar thoughts on them. They brought me up in the chair and told me I had to sit down in the recliner and to stay there for an hour at least. I wasn’t arguing with them. I thanked him and asked if he’s like a can of something, nope! He shot off, and I was so confused and tired now, it was well gone my usual head-down time.
I called on Josie, to advise her I was back and say how sorry I was to miss doing her nosh.
I hobbled into the wetroom, to take a snap in the better lighting of the condition of the eye. Do you like my waterproof Andy Cap? Haha!)
When I saw the orangey marks running down from the eye-socket, I wondered what the heck it was. (It just shows you how thick I can be!) It must have been the eye drops dropping down, and into my mouth by the look of it? Tired as I was, after washing, I got the drops stored away, the antisocial one in the fridge as instructed. And had a look at the contents list of both bottles.
The spell-checker missed it, but being the well-educated wordsmith wot I am, I caught it! I meant to put ‘Antibiotic’ in the sentence above, not antisocial. Ahem! Gesundheit!
Anyway, I investigated what was in these drops:
Chloramphenicol antibiotic Eye Drops – Manufactured in Greece, Contain Chloramphenicol 0.5%w/v. Borax, boric acid, phenylmercuric nitrate and purified water. MR Google says it is a yellowish-brown, so as per the above photo, I think that is the one that caused me to involuntarily drink some Chloramphenicol, borax, boric acid, phenylmercuric nitrate and purified water? But it’s bound not to be harmful if they use it in the eyes and ears… innit?
Manufactured in the Republic of Ireland: The Carmellose (Evolve®) eye-drops contains Carmellose (Carboxymethyicelulose sodium), Glycerin, Sodium Chloride Dihydrate, Potassium Chloride, Magnesium Chloride Hexahydrate, Boric Acid, and water.
Of course, once I’d read this information, I was fully au fait with things and understood all of it. Mmm!
Now all-in and shattered, I made an easy to prepare imitation meal.
But I had to take these shots of the pretty yet daunting cloudy evening sky, while the pasties and halloumi, stick cooked in the oven.
I poddled for a wee-wee and thought to myself, I been at Hospital or travelling to and from, for over six hours, and didn’t need a single release? How’s that then?
I got the plate of meatballs, beef pasties and halloumi sticks served up. No trimmings, I wasn’t up to being fancy tonight.
But, Flaming Nora, it went down well! With the eye still clouding and itching to the point of hurting occasionally, it took me a while to get it eaten, but eat it all, I did! The pots of strawberry and Lemon mousse never stood a chance. Haha!
I actually remembered to take the evening medications, but I still feel a lack of confidence in getting the new medications done without making an error. Fice a day drops, three a day tablet pots, four a dau poo-softener medicine, as and when needed Furesomides… Oy, Oy, Oy!
23:30hrs: After three hours of bliss, the bladder and bowels woke me with the message that both are in urgent need of being emptied!
I rather hurried the usual battle to get my spare tyred bread basket and body, free of the battered, none-working recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed metal-Micky, and off to the wet room!
Although in such a rush, I couldn’t help but note how noisy the World Wide Hum was this morning.
I got in and sat down, the wee-wee flowed, but the rear-end evacuation, for the fourth time on the trot (It fitted that word did, haha!), was disinclined and uneager to start moving. Out came the crossword book, I took the top photo as I picked it up, and the bottom shot, as things started to activate. Note all the answers I got in? A sign of how long I was sat-sitting there waiting for the movement to begin! I must tell the nurse about this!
It was an unbroken flow this time, no stopping and restarting, the massive torpedo somehow got most of itself under the water. I feared this would need a few refills of the tank to clear away, yet it disappeared in one flush? A smidge messy despite its size, and the bleeding was of concern, I sensed hearing cries from poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids squealing in pain! A good clean up and some gentle medicating were called for, talk about tender!
On the plus side, the newly cut toenailed feet, had got me about with much less hassle and pain… so far. Which reminded me to have a look at the appointment card that the attractive chiropodist gave me, at the hairdressing salon yesterday, but could I find it? No! I search through my pockets of the clothes I had on at the appointment, shelves, back and checked in the kitchen, the hallway, the three-wheeled walker bag and the carriers hanging from it, the kitchen. But no luck. Ah, I did ask Deana to send me an email to remind me, I think she did that while I was there, that’ll have the details on there later. I do feel a fool!
I consecrated… or even concentrated, (Tsk!), on getting the Friday blog done, it’s getting on now, I do not want any of my mass of fans, admirers and followers to miss this Inchcock Diary. They’d be devastated, both of them. Haha!
I got it done in the end, twas a long slog. Sent it off, then the email link. Went on Facebook catch-up. Then the WordPress comment answering, sone witty stuff on there today.
Realising I had not done the Health Checks yet, I did them. Starting with the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer. I like this one, it’s so easy to use! The reading was another good one, then, with some trepidation, on to the sphygmomanometerisationing.
Oh, dearie me! The Chinese made Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, to find that the SYS was still way too high, showing 167. The Dia and Pulse were okay, though!
I went to take the medications, and yet again, I had not taken the evening ones! So I did! I’ll take the A.M. ones later on. It’s getting far too often that I miss these. What a pathetic, losing-it, thicko, and cogency-challenged old twit I am! I notice these things you know – but seem incapable of improving my condition.
There was a noise, like rushing water, followed by a short chugging sound? I’d no idea where it came from, but got my Sherlock Holmesian hat on, and went to have a look around, and searched every room in the apartment (All 3 of them!) Nowt found! While I was meandering around pretending I knew what I was doing, the blasted ‘Hum’ now got louder than ever!
Being the ditherer that I am, I got sidetracked and took some pictures from the kitchen window of the morning view. And made a brew of Glengettie tea.
The shakes were noticeable by there absence, and very pleased I was too!
Back to the computer again. After a few hours spent beginning this blog, the taste-buds craved another brew. (Not many wee-wees needed, by the way)
I decided to take the much belated morning medications. And had a good guzzle of the cringingly bitter Docustate medicine, and a Dioctyl® capsule as well. I’ll do my bestest to get the evacuations moving again, somehow. Or not. Hahaha!
I went to open the curtains, and spotted the appointment cards I’d been searching for earlier! Wot a plonka!
The cunning cards had hidden in plain view, on the TV stand in the plastic pen/pencil tray, on top of the DVD player, next to the Alarm Alert box right in front of the television. Even I could not understand how I missed them earlier! It may be all part of the losing-it with age, process? Or perhaps, the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court; the phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, demons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, gremlins or Spirits of the dead might be to blame? ( A few terminological inexactitudes sneaked in there, sorry about that!)
I gave up trying to find the source of the noise, and returned to the computer, and updating this post. The noise still bugged me. I went into the wet room again, praying that on pipes had burst and now flowing out water – All calm on the Western Waterworks front, Phew!
I had a look at the ankle ulcer, no wonder it felt so much easier, it had all but disappeared!
Will it return? It doesn’t look likely at the moment. I was well chuffed! Of course, I did not go into anything like a Smug Mode, too risky!
Jenny phoned, bless her cotton socks, asking if I wanted a Christmas Dinner doing. I thanked her for the wonderful kind thought, but there are so many things I’d love to have had, like sprouts, Cranberries, cherries, Sweetcorn, and brassica that I am not allowed to eat nowadays. An amazing woman! She asked if I’d like some minced beef getting on her Tesco order, and I took her up on it, thanking her muchly. ♥
I had the first Dizzy Dennis spell of the day when I was going to get the ablutions done. It got worse, the worst it’s ever been, I decided to abandon the abluting, and get something to eat while I could. Luckily the mince from yesterday is I the saucepan, all I have to do is make chips and warm the saucepan, not that I felt hungry this early. Still, I think things might get worserer before better, the head is spinning, and my concentration is shot to pieces, all in a few minutes. If I can get something to eat, I’m going to get my head down and rest or even sleep if I can. I’m feeling weird and unwell. Feeling terrible. Hopefully, I can add to this in this, if anything happens, to this diary in the morning, or hopefully later tonight.
01:25hrs: I stirred into an ersatz form of semi-life, my not wanting to, with great reluctance… for not only did I need the Porcelain Throne, but I realised I’d only I been in the land of nod for about two hours!
How can I best describe my mood? Grumpy, irritable, disgruntled and somewhat discomposed!
As I untangled my still-tired, rather-prominent, gigantic, wobbly-bellied body from the chair, and rose up onto my poor uncut-toenailed and ulcered feet, to catch my balance; the need for the Throne, encouraged me to cut short the exercises. Hobbling to the wet room, I remembered I have the Iceland delivery coming, and the appointment with the Chiropodist today at 13:30hrs. (Which proved that the brain had kicked into gear earlier than it usually does, Hehe!)
I had livened up a smidge by the time I’d got settled on the Porcelain Throne. Just in time to be fully aware that the evacuation was going to be a struggle! Nothing was going to move of its own accord, as things usually do for me. After, and I’m not joking, about ten-minutes of crosswording, I decided I had no alternative, but to force things along…
From the first agony-ridden inner-push, it must have taken another ten-minutes before anything moved, well there was an initial movement of a very short few seconds duration. It was a matter of giving it some hammer, stopping to recover from the pain and effort, and repeating the process! When things finally restarted, I thought I might split myself in two, crikey was it giving me some stick, in slow motion!
Eventually, a thud and the pressure eased. Oh boy, that had to be one of the worst (most painful) this year! A few minutes, I just sat there, relieved that the removal had been achieved.
When I gingerly got up, the first thing, of course, was TPing. There was not much bleeding, which really surprised me. Harold’s poor old Haemorrhoids were battered and stinging like hell, though! I turned to flush the system, and I did so with no confidence that the dirty great dollop of the evacuated product had the slightest chance of being flushed away, it was gigantic!
To my amazement, everything cleared at the first single flushing? No doubt about it, Constipation Konrad was the easy winner of today’s DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle with Trotsky Terence, for domination.
I got cleaned up and treated Harolds piles to a wash and gently applied some Germoloid ointment. Ahh, that was good! Unfortunately, I dropped the tube and bent straight down to retrieve it, when I should have used the picker-upperer… The bruise on the shoulder triggered SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) off! Cragnanglingeckers!
Now more awake and alert, I returned to get some clothes on, and I spotted last nights medication pot was still full. So I got them taken straight away with some spring water.
Then had a good swig of the damned foul-tasting Docusate Sodium medicine, hoping to avoid going through an evacuation like that again! I remembered to take in the stated minimum of 2 pints (1 ltr) of liquid with it.
I made a brew of Glengettie Gold afterwards. And eat about doing the Health Checks. The Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer gave a reading in the green again, at 36.8° c. Which happened I noticed when putting in the photos later, was the same as last Friday’s was!
The Sphygmomanometer, Chinese made, and sold by Boot’s, was well up on last Friday, at SYS 178 (158), DIA 84 (76) and the pulse was down at 72 (88). If the SYS stays high over the weekend, I’ll mention it to Nurse Hristina on Monday. That’s a point, will she be calling, cause it is near Christmas, I’ll check the result log for last week.
Ah, yes! I will not miss my beloved, admired, desired, Hristine, the Phlebotomy nurse. Her sweet smile (underneath the mask nowadays, of course), and caring attitude. ♥
I got on the internet, and began to sort out the Thursday updating, and…
I made a brew of Glengettie, had a bag of Frazzles, and got the morning medications taken. Then got the ablutions sorted out early while Mr Fries’ Liberty Global Virgin Internet was dead.
Well, with it being a stand-up session, too ear;y tp use the noisy shower, things went fine! No change of socks until later. A few dropsies, a few nicks shaving. Of course, the medicationing didn’t go painlessly, poor p;d Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Tsk! Other than these, it was an almost normal stand-up wash. The internet came back on (Phew!)
I was just making a start on the blog, and the Iceland man cometh. Looks like I’ve overdone it here?
Hey-ho! I’ve dec,… Hello, a carbuncle or furuncle coming up on the bum I think?
I got the things unpacked and stored away, the fridge and freezer are well stocked once again.
No pain now for fooder, well, garden peas and vinegar maybe. I can see if the mobile shop has any in later on.
I got the minced beef in the crock-pot to cook slowly, then I can add it to the chilli for my dinner this evening, or afternoon, or whenever I get the time and inclination.
When I first put the nice red meat in the pot, it looked delicious.
While putting a few bits away, I nipped back to check on the so-called minced beef. What a colour it had turned to!?!?!
I left it cooking with crossed fingers – not that there were any crossed fingers in the pan like. Hahaha!
I actually got to type some words on the block at long last! Updated some photos, did some comment answering, and sent off the email link I’d forgot to do.
Rechecked on the mince. I had a taste and made some more gravy and added it. I’m now getting a red colour, but only in the juice. This is confusing. Not that I was bothered, it either comes out alright or not. Now I’m getting into the accepting mode again?
I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time, and used the milk that had just been delivered. Do you see the size of the bottle? I felt sure I had only ordered a small one.
I uploaded some photos and made a start on this post again. Stopped, and went on Facebooking. Pinterested a snap or two, and back to doing this blog.
The wee-weeing situation was little, and often, there’s not enough bandwidth to keep mentioning them. Humph!
I checked on the Google Calendar to make sure of the foot appointment time.
Herbert joined in with the workers’ chorus for a while. Between them, they actually produced some passable music-like noise, highly commendable. With the drilling being the bass guitars, and Herberts whatever he was using, being the drummer, bass drummer and clanger. When Herbert stopped his tap-tapping, knocking and banging, the noise lost its musicality and became just a ring to put up with. Nice on Herbert!
I persisted with the blogging, took the morning medications. (Well remembered there Inchcock! Hehe!)
The lack of vinegar and tomatoes for Inchies Chilli-Con-Carni creation, dish, bugged me, and then I realised the mobile shop was coming today. I shut down the computer to let in cool, got the three-wheeler trolley walker, filled the box with the small waste bags, and took them to the waste chute.
Got the handwashing done, just two pairs of diabetic bamboo socks. I then got the feet washed, even though I did them earlier, it’s not fair on the toe-cutter; thus, I eliminated any pongs she may otherwise have had to put up with. (Oh, I am a good boy!)
I fought my way out with the trolley-guide, (I can’t understand how I struggled so much, presumably a few mini-dizzies?) I got the bags down the chute.
Then, had a proper performance in getting a lift down to the ground floor. When I did get in the cage, it stopped on the 9th, 7th, 6th and 4th floors, the people waiting at the first three waved me to carry on, not wishing to share the lift, which was fair enough. On the 4th, a chap got in and was telling me that he too had the same problem getting the elevator to stop at his floor, and it took him over twenty-minutes to get this one to stop for him. I felt an affinity with him, Haha!
Down and outside, only a couple of folks waiting for the mobile shop. Angela, who I have missed seeing and talking to, and Josie joined us later. While Angie was being served at the van, her walker guide blew away in the wind, across the road and hit a car parked on the opposite side of the road! I hobbled over with my trolley and retrieved it. I could not see any marks or scratches on the vehicle. Pete, the mobile shop owner, came and collected Angie’s trolley from me for her. Never a dull moment at Windwood Heights! Hehehe!
I got some small apple pies, a bottle of vinegar, he didn’t have any garden peas, and two tomatoes. Not cheap mind, but he has to make a profit. He was selling cars before, but the virus put an end to that. So he got the van and fitted it out, and visits two days, Tuesday and Fridays at the flats for us.
A bit of fame in this photo, for Angie’s husband, Roy. The photo appeared in, of all papers, the Daily Telegraph. That’s Roy at the mobile Shop being served!
Back up to the flat, checked the minced beef. Had a nibble, and it was alright. So I transferred the pot’s contents to the large saucepan on the hob and got the oven warming for later after the toenails had been done, and I can get the part-baked rolls in it.
Got some treats in the trolley, and set off to the Hairdressing Salon. It took me even longer to get a lift down this time! But worserer than that, it was belting down with rain! I was well soaked through, the trolley had rain ibn the bag as did the carriers… miserable feeling!
I sat on the settee in the lobby of Winwood Court, as I was a little early arriving. It took me a while to get down, the settee is far too low for us old folks. Got the crossword book out, but it had got sprinkled with the rainwater, not that it mattered much because I’d forgotten to take a pen with me. Humph!
A minute later, a young lady came out to me, asking if I needed the nail cutting, and she could do me now. The battle to get back up again out of the low settee, took me a while.
After getting all of my details as I sanitised my hands, I was led by Sarah, to a large black swivel chair, with a footstool with extra padding on it. Then warned that the chair was not stable and might move. We chatted all through the few minutes cutting of the nails. Which was super-nice!
They arranged for another visit and booked it for 12th February for another nail-cutting job. A card was given to me, but with me wearing different clothes, I feared I may forget about the cards and putting the date in my calendar.
I thanked the ladies, paid the £25, and as I was leaving the salon, I realised that this was the first time I’d been in any hairdressers for over fifty years! No need to, with no hair on the head, Hahaha!
I dropped the bag off and sat hoping for the rain to ease off, before the walk back to the flats. Deana appeared, and asked me why I was sat there, was I waiting to see her? Told her I was waiting for the rain to ease off, so I didn’t get soaked again. Julie kindly walked with me through the closed walk-through passage and opened the end door for me into Woodthorpe Court, bless her.
Not only did the walk back (green), compared to the walk there (yellow) take less time and distance, but it saved me from another soaking.
My only aim when I got in, was getting the Chilli-Con-Carne done and scoffing it! Put the rolls in the ready-heated oven, and warmed the saucepan. Ten minutes later, I was serving up the feast!
The meal tasted great! Somehow through my faffing about with the seasonings, it came out better than I ever hoped. I wallowed in eating it, masticating slowly to appreciate the flavour. 9/10 for this one!
As I was doing the pot cleaning, one of the infamous sudden bouts of WTC (weariness, tiredness and complete lack of concentration) dawned on me. That was then of my doing or even thinking about anything else, bar sleep!
Stripped and into the jammie bottoms. Plonked onto the recliner, turned the TV on, fell asleep within minutes (Mind you, I needed it aster last nights pathetic two-hour kip), this time it went betterer, I got three hours unbroken rest, before waking in urgent need of the Porcelain Throne.
00:15hrs: Yesterday’s short-lived, semi-confident, and spirit of a ‘Get-up-and-go’ nature, was replaced this morning, with a, well, how can I explain it? Erm… A sort of acquiescent, compliance, a type of passive acceptance of whatever would be thrown at me today? Certainly not any confidence, rather pliability… I’m sure I know the word I need, but it escapes me. Obviously, the concentration is not too good either.
With a mechanical-like, instinctual nature, I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, caught my balance, had a wee-wee in the overnight bucket, went and washed the hands, and found myself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on, then back to the main room and started the Health Checks.
As I got the thermometer out first, I realised that the few things I had done so far, had all been carried out almost automatically, no thinking about what, how or why I was doing them. I pondered over why this should be. I could not muster the interest, and I soon carried on with the Health Checks.
The SYS was high again, I must tell the Doctor if this continues for a few more days.
I got on with creating the Wednesday Trip out to Nottingham, blog. That took me a good few hours, but I enjoyed making it, with my humorous brand of sarcasm to the fore in the comments. Hahaha! I got it finished and posted off to WordPress, Emailed the link, then started to update the Wednesday Inchcock Diary.
So far into it, and I realised the number of wee-wees I kept stopping to take? They continued for the rest of the day, too! Made a brew of Glengettie, then pressed on and got the Diary all completed. After several more hours, three more mugs of tea and countless wee-wees.
Sent the blog off, emailed the link. And I went on Facebooking catch-up. With all the photos to get into the albums, this also took hours to get done. But I just plodded on with it. I think I was beginning to enjoy it, and a smidge of contentment was creeping into my psyche.
Time to get the Ablutions done. Not so many dropsies today! The shave produced only two tiny nicks on the chin. The showering had a few dropsies and only one bang against the hand-rail. But the highly cushioned, expanse of blubber around the midriff cushioned it well, although a bruise is developing now.
The only real struggle and battle were with the Sock-Glide again. It wasn’t really worth the effort of using it, but it was too cold to go without any socks on, so, needs musted! Argleboggle!
I tried the old Morrisons PPs today. Gawd they are thin! Later I made a funny-touch-up on the photo of the legs, adding a superfluous fig leaf, as Tim Price suggested. Hehehe!
Thinking over the Morrison let-downs and lousy substitutes, made me think about fodder and what to have for dinner later. Far too early to, but, I opted, to have The baked bean and cheese, and a beef pasty, potatoes or chips, garden peas, and a few of the tomatoes I’ve got left. Of course, knowing me, I’ll change my mind.
Got the ablutions done with, dressed and medicated.
The new third-time worn, brown trousers that are grey, supplied by Amazon and the belt broke already! Oy, Oy, Oy! Surely there must be someone else who leads a calamitous, disaster-prone, unlucky, Whoopsiedangleplop- filled life like wot I do? Maybe not. Humph! It’d be nice to converse with a fellow sufferer.
Then I started the handwashing. Not that there was much to do, another woolly hat, and the socks from yesterday.
I made another brew of Glengettie, I seem to be letting the mugs get cold.
The drilling and tapping noises seem to be all around today. I can hear them like yesterday, in the wet room and kitchen. Now from directly above the computer room. I think maybe Herbert was back at making his train models. Of course, it doesn’t bother me at all. Not in the slightest.
Hello, the sun’s trying to come out. I’ll nip and take some photos of it.
I diverted when I got to the unwanted, thick-framed, impossible to get at to be washed, created by an age intolerant, misanthrope, architect, who designed them this way so he could laugh at us old folk as we fall off of step-ladders need to reach to clean the or see out and down to check if the fire brigade, had arrived yet. Hahaha! Anyroad, I spotted that someone was suffering from a White-Van-Fleet attack! Poor devils!
The sun was doing its best to burst forth. A few minutes later, it broke through, with only the odd break when the small clouds uncovered the planet.
I made an order from Iceland. They are delivering in the morning nice and early. I hope not to need another Sainsbury order. I’ll see what slots they have available for later.
Whoops, no slots available. That’s the end of that idea, then. Can’t be helped.
Still no call for the Porcelain Throne today, yet?
Worrying innit? I fear a concrete torpedo is being manufactured in the innards, and it will be reluctant to move on the next visit… Assuming there will be one eventually? Oh, woe is me!
I had a gander at the local YourArea email magazine I’ve signed up for, to see what the latest Coronavirus figures were for Nottingham. It was not encouraging, again after the Anti-Lockdown brigade, gang or bloblet of selfish personages had a march together with no masks on, and spreading the virus all over the place, we have an increase overall for the first increase in months, now, and we are being left in Tier Three restrictions!
Of to the Kitchenette to get the nosh arranged.
I took a shot of the sunshine having a last blast. The clouds were beautiful, close little puffers, and distant streaks.
I got the meal served up. It was not like I’d originally planned it to be. For various reasons, no tomatoes left, but I’ve got some coming from Iceland in the morning, providing they are not missing, or out of stock. I’ve run out as Garden peas as well, but I had some processed peas to use, (regrettably, they were horrible!) The planned parties of one cheese and onion, and a beef one, were delicious. The can of potatoes was passable, cause I added some soy sauce to flavour them up a twinge. Added some sauce to the processed peas as well, but that didn’t come out very well. Overall, a test rating of 7/10.
Got settled in the rickety recliner, in search of sleep. But no! Sweet Morpheus was denied me, by the Thought Storming that had a field day with me. What I didn’t worry about, feared, longed for, and was facilitating or regretting, went on for hours and hours.
00:15hrs: After a good solid 4 hours of heavenly bliss in the arms of Sweet Morpheus, I stirred with the need of a wee-wee, followed seconds later with an urge to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Thus, the diurnal struggle began, to free my mastodonic, oversized, bouncing flabby-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, uncomfortable, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner. It was a good job that there was no urgency about the evacuations needed, cause it took me a while to get myself sorted out enough to actually get to the wet-room.
I got the central mass of flesh over the end of the chair, rear-end part-way over the cushion, and using the arms of the recliner as an aid, pushed my lumbering body up to get on my feet. Half-way up, and the right arm had a visit from Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing, and the arm slipped off of the chair arm, knocked a bottle of spring water off of the ottoman, clouted the shoulder, and the body-mass clumped back onto the recliner! Argh!
Making things even more severe for Harolds Haemorrhoids, who took the brunt, as I landed, missing the precious pain-saving cushion ring, making the pain somewhat worse!
But it didn’t bother me, I’m used to such things happening, I merely smiled to myself, laughed, and… Oh, alright! I cringed, pulled faces, silently swore, and lay there (I considered crying) feeling the warm wet sensation coming from my beleaguered piles into the Protection Pants!
This caused a semi-panic mode, and I somehow or other got back up, carefully but as quickly as I dare, caught my balance, and ‘Oh, so painfully’ hobbled to the toilet. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do first, but the wee-wee won, as I sat down, I got the crossword book out. As the tinkling from the weak wee-weeing began, I had a look at the first crossword clue, that was as far as I got with it – the rear-end evacuation started and finished in about a minute!
I was flabbergasted! The DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) this morning between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was a draw. The scene afterwards, looked like could have been from the ‘Hostel’ movie!
Medicated and sanitised the low rear end, and then medicated with the Germoloid ointment. Opened another pack of too small Tena’s I got from Amazon after Sainsbury’s had substituted the wrong sized too-small PPs. That didn’t work, did it! I’m a lucky bugger!
I had a good cleaning up of the bowl and got the old bloodied PPs packed away for the contaminated box. Had a final wash and wiped the contact points, and off to get the Health Checks done. I felt like I’d been up for hours!
Started with the Boot’s sphygmomanometerisationing: The sys was up again, to 168 this time. The pulse was also higher than usual, at 93, this may have something to do with the evacuational problems I’d just suffered, I expect.
The Harpin Xian Di thermometer read as 36.3°c.
Then I got the medications taken for last night – Yes, I foolishly missed them again! Spurgledamnations! Must remember to take the morning ones later.
I got on with updating the Tuesday blog. Hours later, I’d got it finished and posted it off.
Sent the Email link off. Pinterested a couple of photographs, and launched into what turned out to be a two-hour session of Facebooking! Then went on the WordPress Reader.
Aha, time to do a search of the skies to see if I can see Venus and or the moon. Well, you can’t really see it, I didn’t, but one of them on closer examination of the picture, was there, just! Sqwiggle up close to the photo, screw your eyes up, go about three inches from the screen, and you might see it (Venus?) in the box I drew. I hope!
I made the first brew of the day around 06:30hrs, then took the morning medications, and I did some more updating.
I got the ablutions sorted out. Not a good session, but hardly worth mentioning really. (I lost the page of notes wot I wrote about this, and a day later, it’s all a blank memory-wise!) Chungleblast! However, photos found triggered the memory of the Sock-Glide Battle! I lost 3-0!
Each sock, in turn, gave me exactly the same problems. The uncut nails got trapped in the mesh of the diabetic socks, causing a few tears in the material!
Both big toes, I found out later, couldn’t see them at the time, had the nails so distorted, they bled!
I’ve got new bruises on the fingers.
Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy kicked off with the straining, pulling and pushing!
I also found out when putting on one of the new Amazon supplied PPs (Protection Pants), that this pack had considerably smaller sizes in it!
It wasn’t right. I decided to see if I could get an appointment with the Cost-a-Fortune woman who does feet one half-day a week at the Winwood Court. I’ll call in to ask Deana about it.
I got the hand-washing done, wrung and hung. Only did a woolly hat and the pair of yesterdays socks.
I decided in an instant, I would go to town today. (In the morning, I made a blog about this trip to town) chiro
As soon as the Porcelain Session was dealt with, which went tremendously well. Well, a lot of bleeding, but still. I go myself sorted-out ready, in a fashion, and set off on my escape.
Getting out of the door should have told me something, like perhaps, Stay in, this bodes not well! I gave my left for a right stinging crack on the trolley guide wheels. The toenails gave me agony!
I got down to the ground floor and through the attractive, highly decorative, homely lift lobby. Hehehe! Can’t be helped, the decorators are in.
I left through the fronts doors (which seemed a sensible option, Haha!, I am a fool!) I limped along to the recycle bin and put the jars and bottles in it. Then hirpled along to Winwood Court and spoke with Wardens Deana and Julie, asking about the Chiropodist situation. Told me to ask at the hairdressing salon. So, I did! I
I visited the Windwood Extra Care Court’s hairdressing salon. A lady came to me and asked what I was after, and I told her. I was wondering if I could get the foot-lady to cut my toenails? The lady kindly gave me a card when I said I might forget Hehe! Apparently, the Chiropodist only calls for one-afternoon a week, on a Friday. She starts at 13:00hrs. Which is understandable, because she charges too much and doesn’t get too many customers. But Covid-19 has been kind to her.
I thanked the woman, said cheerio to Deana and Julie was I passed their holding and interrogation cell and departed outside.
I took the opportunity to take some photographs of Winwood Court. First a view of Winchester Court from outside the Winwood Extra Care Court.
I then hand a limp around the back of Winchester Court, to take a photo showing part of the Woodthorpe Grange Park greenery.
It was quiet out there, apart from the blustery wind. And I had a mini-thought storm. I pondered on the first time I visited the flats, with a view to my moving in, and my first gut reactions. ‘No way, its desolate, depressing and so out of the way!’ I decided against moving. But when I heard later that there was a bus service, I revisited. Glad I did now! Funny how things change. So many things have happened since healthwise. Getting peripheral neuropathy, having the stroke, diabetes, and then Molluscum Contagiosum, and Atopic dermatitis… I’m so pleased to be here.
The upgrading that started in 2017 will shortly be finished, I hope. And the toes were not hurting so much now. This would soon change into a persistent pain syndrome, the more I walked! Ah, well, serves me right!
I turned to go back to the frontage of the complex. I knew without looking at my watch, that it wasn’t time for the bus yet, not enough tenants waiting at the bus stop.
I got to the shelter and waited, and the first bus, an L9 arrived. Thus started my trip to town and escape from the lockdown! All covered in the blog link above.
I got off of the number 40 bus that brought me home from the tiring, exhausting, Accifauxpa and embarrassment riddled little visit to the town of Nottingham. I got the three-wheeled walker guide, with the three shopping bags of stuff hanging onto it, off of the bus with no mishaps. Took this picture as I made my way to by beloved Woodthorpe Court at the end of Chestnut Walk, it seemed such a long way, so worn to was I. (Poor thing! Hahaha!)
I put the shopping away and got the much-needed nosh sorted. A feast of sorts this one, and contained, Crispy bacon, mini pork pie, ready-mase BLT sarnie, pickled cabbage and egg, beetroot, a Marmite cheese disc, and the last of the potato letters. I suppose it was I felt so drained and was feeling ravenous after the hobbling about, that I gave this an 8.5/10 for flavour! Even though I couldn’t eat it all up.
I got the pots in the bowl soaking, and was soon down in the recliner, in need of Sweet Morpheus more than usual. He obliged! ZZZ!
00:15hrs: I rose resiliently resisting Roger Reflux’s rumblings, and regained my balance, and rambled to the bucket for a wee-wee. Another weak, restricted affair.
I was in a decent frame of mind for once, and many of the ailments had not yet woken-up along with me. Roger Reflux had. (The others will catch-up soon I expect!)
Got the kettle on. Then got the Harpin Xian Di Thermometer, and took my temperature, as you do with thermometers, I’ve noticed this. The reading was a fine 36.7°c and in the green.
As I was putting down the machine after picturing it, as Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters lost touch with the brain, and I nearly dropped the thermometer. Luckily my working left hand caught the Xian Di, but I pressed against the thermometer button, and got another screen come up, telling me the temp was low, but showing green! Huh? I was a smidge puzzled, maybe I’d hit the button several times and scrolled through somehow? Beats me. Nicodemus was back behaving himself today. The SYS was a little high again, but the pulse was well down on yesterdays 99, at 77.
Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on, and made a Glengettie Gold brew this time.
Decided to get the medications taken, back in the computer room. I wasn’t too sure of the innards intentions, but some mild turbulence from the stomach meant I did not take the Docusate Sodium medicine, but I took a Dioctyl® 100mg Poo-Softener instead. I feared that the liquid might be too strong, and create an opening for Trotsky Terence to take over at the Porcelain Throne session. Did you see that? I was thinking in a semi-logical fashion then? I almost went into a Smug-Mode – Grade 3!
I took a photo of the morning view.
Then, I got on with the updating of the Monday blog. And it went so well! Many pluses noted. The ailments were all much more manageable than they usually are. Oh, Yes! Even when the workers kicked off drilling, it didn’t bother me – for I have never been less hassled by the ailments for many months. Although this was worrying in a way? I was determined to make the most of the respite, mind you, Anne Gyna was starting to kick-off, you can’t win ’em all, Hehehe! I really was in a semi-upbeat mood! I got the updating done and finished. Posted it off to WordPress. Pinterested some snaps. Went on the comments, then the WordPress reader. It was as if I was a different person! I could not resist making an ode, to display my contentment with the proceedings, and sod Anne Gyna, who was getting worse.
I then did some Facebooking, and for some reason, there were many more comments to reply to. Which I got stuck into, with particular relish. I spent hours on it, but was content and happy to do so! This really is a rare thing, me being like this, but still, I intend to make the most of it! Yee-Haa!
Messages came up from the ‘Cloud’, which baffled me a bit, I usually would have ignored them and hoped it wasn’t anything important. But not today, in my high spirits… A shame, though, cause I seem to have made a right mess of things. The MS Picture thingy keeps not working now. I’ve got everything changed to working in Inches as well. And the reader drive has stopped working altogether. Was I bothered? Nope! (Later on, it got to me, mind!)
Ah, the calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Just as the drilling and knocking from above started again. Off to the wet room, still almost unconcerned. This is concerning me a smidge! It’s unnatural for me not to be worried, frightened and or fearful!
It was another different mode of evacuation again. No question, a victory (although another painful for me, one), for Trotsky Terence over Constipation Konrad, a 2-1 win I’d say, in the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) Messy in the extreme, with the added surprise, that after I started cleaning things. A second, nearly as big dollop messy followed through! By Jiminy, I was almost caught out, there! Cor-Blimey! The cleaning up took me ages, and with the extra hours spent on Facebooking, my semi-confident mood was getting less so all the time. Now, the tap-tapping, knocking and drilling was beginning to get to me!
I now had to force myself, to get some waste bags made up and put in the box on the walker-guide. Then some brekkers seemed a good idea, but I ended up with just two bags of Frazzles, three last lemon biscuits, and some nuts with a mug of Glegettie tea. But I still tried to stay chirpy, but it was harder to do so now, I’m afraid. Even if it dies altogether, it was great fun. No complaints!
I got a can of Chilli-Con-Carne and put it in the saucepan with a tin of peas, made and added some gravy, and mild chilli powder to it. I turned on the oven, warming to do the part-baked rolls later.
I washed the mug, and put some handwashing in the bowl, and it was time to get the ablutions tackled. At least I can have a full showering one this time.
Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:
I did the nasal clearing first, no problems.
The teeth cleaning was carefully done, but still, I caught the broken tooth a few times.
Shaving: Oh, dearie me! SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Shaking Shaun, both visited at the most inopportune times! Around ten dropsies, broke the best razor, three little nicks, a clouting on the head retrieving one of the dropped razors, and then I stubbed the toe against the trolley wheel picking up the dropped shaving foam as I moved it back to the shelf.
Thank heavens, the showering went a little better than the shaving did; Four dropsies, sponge, shower gel bottle x2, and the flannel.
Drying off, that went well, no dropsies or knocking owt over. Anf the stubbed toe looked much improved, despite the second stubbing. It had changed to the traditional blue colouring, I noticed, from the odd brown when it first happened yesterday, Hey-Ho!
Medicationalisationing: Naturally poor old Harold Haemorrhoid treating was painful. But, Cartilage Cathie’s patella, Arthur Itis’ knees, and the stubbed toe creamings went well. I cunningly used the picker upperer and tissues to get to do the toe (Crafty, eh!)
Freshening up: No problems! Other than The left leg, now looked like the veins were getting ready to burst forth again around the ankle. With the possibility of new papules forming on top of my foot. A funny colour too?
Getting Dressed: An absolutely horrendous battle with the bloody sock-glide! Which I lost and gave-up on, capitulated, acquiesced, gave-up, accepted defeat, surrendered! I then took over half-an-hour and a lot of pain, to get the new long diabetic socks on by hand! Argh! But I was tickled to death that I managed to get them on, all the same!
I was still in a better than average mood, though, maybe not for long. Hehe!
I went through to the kitchen and got the short bamboo socks, and a pair of jammy bottoms I left soaking, washed, all done wrung and hung.
This was when it dawned on me, I’d just washed the clean ones! And now, I only had the thins crap cotton ones left that were dry to wear tonight! Granglesbognessbuggerit!
I spend some hours on the updating of this blog, with the errors and mistakes creeping back into my work. Things were slowly returning to normal. Which was not nice, but still I appreciated the temporary period of respite, earlier in the day.
Then an even bigger cock-up! I’d burnt the chilli and peas at the bottom of the pan. Still, it might give it a little extra flavour! I wonder how many days the saucepan will need in soak afterwards?
I got the bread in the oven and set the timer. Which was of no use, because I forgot to take it with me to the computer, to finish off the but I was doing on this blog. Closed down Computer Cameron, and returned to salvage the Chilli.
The slightly overcooked bread and the burnt Chill-Con-Carne turned out to be one of the tastiest I’ve ever made! I gave this one a flavour rating of 8.5/10! The oven-baked baguette and rolls came out spot-on! The gravy added, and amount of mild chilli powder worked a treat too! At last, a successful, Chilli nosh fitting for my tastes was made! (Although trying to repeat it, will need finely-tuned burning, singing and overcooking that may be challenging to get right again. Haha!)
The pot washing took a lot of soaking, scraping and effort, but with the taste still lingering in my mouth and tastebuds being savoured, this was not a problem.
I settled, mentally worn out, in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, earlier than usual. And pondered over the mixed fortunes of the day… those I could remember.
No Thought Storms! I stayed awake for an entire episode of Law & Order (Cunningly taking the wee-wees during the commercial breaks, which the bladder permitted me to do?)
I took the belated evening medications, ensuring that I added the Dioctyl® capsule, and ignored the Docusate medicine.
I resettled in the recliner and readied myself to enjoy a Devils Kitchen episode. No, I take that back, it was a Ramsay one, Kitchen Nightmare, not that it mattered what it was called, for at the first batch of adverts, sweet Morpheous arrived, and I had peace and bliss for four solid, uninterrupted hours! Heavenly!
01:10hrs: Woke, wobbled out of the recliner, weighed up my balance, and went to the bucket for a weak wee-wee, and wondered why it was so sprinkly, went to get the Health Checks done.
I started with the Chinese built blood pressure machine from Boots, thingamabob, wotsit, erm… ah, sphygmomanometer (I’ve remembered the name now). The SYS was up again, but it’s always up and down lately.
Then onto the Chinese built Harpin Xian Di Thermometer. A near-perfect result this morning. Smug-Mode-Engaged!
Two excellent results!
I took the morning-time medications. The Docusate Sodium Adult/50ml Oral Solution, I shook viciously, before taking a gulp of it, and a Dioctyl® capsule. As per instructions. I made up a 2litre bottle of spring water with some lemon flavouring added and drank a lot of it.
As per the instructions.
Within a few minutes, I had a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I hobbled to the wet room and got myself settled down on the plastic lid. And before I even did anything I found the clothes I left soaking in the sink to sanitise them, as I grabbed them to remove to the bucket, black bits appeared everywhere?
All around the drain was marked with black and even yellow bits of whatever it was?
It took me yonks to get things sorted out, and I could not remove all of the gunk, despite my best efforts!
Just as well that the calling to the Porcelain Throne was no of an urgent nature. Else I could have found myself in a proper picklement!
Does anyone have any advice on what might have caused this to occur, please?
The session did not go well. Humph! Again like yesterday, there was no movement for ages, the crossword booking was started. (I didn’t get many answers!). The innards were making rumbling grumbling, noises for a long time.
At long last, albeit painfully, the action started. Grindingly slowly! It was accompanied by strange put-putting sounds. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were going through agony! A couple of stoppages and starting again didn’t help. And the end was a messy, gluey job. It was a mammoth task cleaning up afterwards!
Annoyingly, the blood flowed too freely. And the rear-end cheeks were as sore as the piles were! The medicationalisationing was another painful affair. I felt a little disappointed with this visit. But hey-ho, I’d had a fair start to the day.
I got on with updating the Sunday blog. I’d done a lot of it yesterday, so it didn’t take me too long. Plus, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, we being unbelievably kind to me, now! Yee-Haa! and Gesundheit!
I sent off the post to WordPress. Went on Facebook catch-up, and answered some comments. Tim Price in New Mexico. Pointed out that Venus would be at its most visible at 06:00 hours this morning, thanked him.
I set the alarm on my new Nokia phone to remind myself. Using my new Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) adaptability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, Charging Fast 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W, and – Qi Battery. Ahem
I made a brew of Glengettie.
I made a start on this post, and before long, it shot by like lighting, in a flash, it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. But as usual, I had a change if plans when I realised I had the time to spare.
I got the handwashing into bowl and sink, So they would be soaking, for it to be easier for me later, then all I’ve need to do is rinse them out and get them hung.
Clever stuff, eh? Maybe not, then.
Ablutionalisationing Report:
The teeth-cleaning was not good, I caught the broken molar that the dentist told me ‘Not to worry about” two weeks ago.
The shaving went betterer, only two nicks, and five dropsies. Although it was a struggle on the last one, as SSS started off as I tried to retrieve the razor.
I had to nip out into the hallway because I’d forgot to turn the power-box. (Hard to believe, I know, Hehe!)
I hit my shoulder on the doorframe getting back in the wet room. (Fruggleclomps!)
Apart from SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), Cartilage Cathy, and hitting my head on the control-box, the general showering went okay.
The rear-end cleaning was more painful than usual, that was due to the Porcelain Throne mishap earlier. Hey-Ho!
The drying off did go well, no knocking anything off of anywhere.
The medicating, well, it was not pleasant. Harold’s Haemorrhoids went through agony. And the toe was as tender as heck!
I decided not to put any socks on, this time. Not that the Sock-Glide scares me, injures me, draws blood and traps the fingers giving out bruises and welts with a smile on its face… Getting carried away there again, Sorry)
I caught the toe against the shower chair. Plainly, being the brave, strong, determined young man that I indeed am, this was of no bother to me… I’ll take that back!)
The new substituted by Sainsbury’s PPs for the wrong sized ones were put on… they make me look even fatter than I am, and that’s saying something. Hahaha! I do hope I don’t cough or sneeze, happen they’ll split open if I do! A bit on the small side!
(Not really an Accifauxpa, but it was so funny!) Right at the end of this session, as I was about to leave the room, I realised I’d not sprayed myself with the deodorant – and reached for the Brut, flipped the lid with my left hand. Missed catching it as it shot off, the cap flew into the sock glide, bounced back upwards and hit me on the nose, down and bounced off of the sink, and plopped straight into the toilet bowl without touching the sides! I did larf!
The best bit, the Brut can didn’t hit my foot, or torso!
Oh, and after I pulled the plug after a final washing of the nails, look what happened. The suds refused to go down the drain hole and came back up the overflow? Life can be so confusing, mind you the alternative is worse! Hahaha!
Minutes later, Hristina arrived. My, well, not just mine, of course, beautiful phlebotomy Vampire nurse came. She was again in a hurry, the poor thing has many more calls to make than she had before the Covi-19 animal arrived. Bless her ♥. She had me done in a jiffy and was off to her next client. She still managed to have a mini-gossip in between. ♥
I got the handwashing in the sink finished off. All done, wrung and hung. Only a pair of socks and a long-sleeve tee-shirt were done.
Then I got on with sorting the waste bags out. The box was overflowing so I must take them down straight away to the recycling and rubbish bins. It became a bit of a task when Nicodemus kicked off, but I did get the mall in the box and put it on top of the trolley, I straddled the big recycling bag over the handlebars.
I got the bag with the Balsamic crisps and Skinny bars in it, ( I’d forgotten to take them the other day when I called in Jenny, Tsk!)
A bit of a balancing act, but I got out into the outer hall, and had forgotten (I’m getting better at doing this lately, Haha!) the white recycling big bag, so returned to fetch it.
I went down in the lift, and, (I do feel a clot) got off on the wrong floor. No floor sign up yet. And didn’t realise with all the decorating going on – a weak excuse, but it will have to do, Har-Har! I actually went in the flat’s lobby and pressed the wrong bell! When someone answered the door, I apologised and told the truth of my Whoopsiedangleplop.
Then went down in the elevator to the ground floor, I met Chrissie in the cage, and out into the open air outside. It was good! But, there were no bins out to use! I left the recycling one where the container usually is.
I spotted with my keen, alert, Socratic, sharp, inquisitive Sherlock Holmesian fashion, two fire engines art the end of the road dealing with an alarm at the Winchester Court block. I shall investigate further, later!
I reentered Woodthorpe Court. Observing (Still in Sherlock Holmesian Mode) that someone had supplied us with a Christmas tree in the lift lobby! Bless ’em! It might not be up to the standard of Windwood Court’s, but it is appreciated, whichever kind sole… no, soul, had supplied it for our little community of people who have been locked indoors for so long we’ve forgot each other’s names. Joke!
I rode the elevator back up to the flat. Got the kettle on, and remembered about the fire tenders. I took a snap out of the balcony windows, at least one was still there on Chestnut Walk near the bus turning island.
I think maybe it was a false alarm again. Mind you, we’ve had more actual fires this year than ever, so Malcolm says anyway.
I got updating this post again, and then Dusty’s tune rang out from the door chimes. It was the desirable, ILC, Warden, Obersturmbannführeress, and Desk Top Dancer Deana calling. To do an Alert Alarm test. It was lovely to have just a few words and laugh with her.
Now my fear is that Josie might return the Sunday lunch things late, and wake me up again. Please, that she doesn’t! (She didn’t, Phew!) I must remember to give her the can of gin, I keep forgetting.
I continued doing the updating and later put the ready-made in the oven.
I found this update for Nottingham Covid-19, before closing down the computer.
Getting the meal and bread out of the oven, I suddenly felt a sharp pain from a joint in my finger. I couldn’t believe how painful it was… but within a few seconds, it had gone pain-free? What the heck was that?
Ah, well, I got the meal prepared. Not much hassle to make it tonight. Iy didn’t look overly-attractive, but by gum, it tasted so good! A well-worthy 8/10 for flavour rating.
The pie was a low-calorie Kirsty’s Cottage Pie, with a difference. It had a sweet potato and carrot mash! What smidgeons of mince that was in it, had a lot of gristle in it, but I’m not averse to them and ended up chewing on odd bits that I retrieved, that had found refuge in my teeth, later. Hehehe!
I got the few pots and tray washed-up, took the evening medications, Phorpained Cathy Cartilage’s knee, and gave poor suffering Harold’s Haemorrhoids a soothing dose of the Germoloid ointment.
I settled to watch some TV, (believingit to one of the finest palliatives, in my quest to get to sleep). It worked, the first set of adverts came on, and I was gone, into the land of Sweet Morpheous, and managed four hours unbroken kip.
01:30hrs: I woke gently this morning for once. I lay in the same distorted, wonky position I woke-up in and pondered: will I be up to making the meal for Josie? ‘Yes, I feel better than last night!’ Aha, a positive answer to myself! That was a good start!
Then, of course, the negative prospective-aspects of what perhaps lies ahead came to mind. (It’s my lack of confidence, and track record of Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, that take over the mind, you know!) I mentally planned my tactics, of how best to tackle getting the elephantine body on its feet!
As I moved my mass of a blubbering, over-stomached body into a position ready for clambering out of the recliner, I became aware that I may just have been doing some nocturnal-nibbling? The nuts fell out of the folds of my dangling, over-proportioned midriff! Guilty-Mode-Adopted!
I was most delighted with my success in rising to my feet, with a certain positiveness and lack of accifauxpas or injury. An inner smile began, I should have been warned when this happens! I rose and supported a dollop of fat, that was my torso, as I caught my balance… at that moment, the need for a wee-wee arose, so without doing the one-minute balancing exercise as I usually do, I made for the nearby NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).
The swivel chairs metal legs were attacked my left foots big toe – Yes, a Toe-Stubbing! But not a common or garden one this time, oh, no! Because I can’t get my toe-nails cut, the toe actually stuck my the mail, in the chair leg corner where the metal joins with the plastic! I now have an artistically bent big toenail. It was a bit of a farce, but I got it freed, by then I’d got SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), CCP (Cartilage Cathy’s Patella), and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) all kicking off, due to the bending I’d done! I’ll see if I can get a decent photo of the toe later when I do the ablutions!
Getting sorted and to the bucket so late, I was caught out by the PMD Pre Micturition Dribble, then the actual wee-wee was so long in ending, I had the AMD After Micturitional Dribble to contend with! I had to hobble to the wet room, wash, change into new PPs, and hope the deodorant I used worked! This was not a good start to the day!
I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. The Harpin Xian Di Thermometer, gave a good body temperature out, a decent again, same for the third day on the trot, in the green, 36.7°c. Well, at least one things gone right up to now. Hahaha!
The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer then showed up with slightly better readings than yesterday. SYS at 159. SIA 81, and the pulse had gone down to 84. Blimey, two things have gone, alright! It’s worrying this is, you know. I’m bound to pay for it!
I got the computer on and cracked away at updating the Saturday blog. Which took far longer than it should have, due to the presence of Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, SSS and now they have been joined by Colin Cramps. (A rarity during the morning, he usually and regularly has a bash at me in the evenings?) Things seemed to be getting back to the normal, now – Harrassfull and Annoyingly bothersome!
Not that it bothers me, of course. I’m used to such calamities, pain, failures, embarrassments and the like. I never sulk or feel sorry for myself. Oh, no!
03:45hrs: Finally, after around two-and-a-half hours, so many wee-wees I couldn’t guess at how many, corrections made on the blog, and now, Anne Gyna has joined in with the other ailments, the stomach rumbling and grumbling, that promises a battle against the pain and possibly a victory for Trotsky Terence today, when (if), I do get to the porcelain throne, I got the updating finished! Bit of a mouthful there, sorry!
I posted it off to WordPress. Pinterested a couple of photos, and sent off the Email link. Then caught up on Facebooking. Made a brew of Glengettie, and took the medications, and made up the evening dosages. And made a start on this blog.
The weak wee-weeing was worse than yesterday, and it was time to empty the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Let’s take it as such, I’ll try not to mention them again.
After a few hours at it, I was beginning to feel cold, so I bravely tackled the… wait for it… the SOCK GLIDE, to get some diabetic-hosiery on to keep me warmer, using the green-beast for the first time in months!
So long had passed since my last being injured with the glide, that I had foolishly part-forgot about why I stopped using the near-human android-like damned thing. Not only is it dangerous, but to me, it’s a simulacrum, almost alive, and vindictive! The lurking adiaphorous nature of it! I swear I saw it smile when it trapped my finger this morning! Of course, this could be due to my losing control of myself, en route to my eventual complete insanity? Maybe also my powers of reasoning, comprehension, logicality and lucidness? Or summat else.
I thought that my tackling this previously blood-letting, bruise-giving, subungual hematoma causing, finger-trapping, vicious green-coloured sock glide, without a helmet, goggles or any leather gloves on, was a heroic thing to do. Mind you, I don’t have any helmet, goggles or leather gloves!
I bravely gritted my teeth and got the first sock on the gripper – as instructed, I then sat down on the bog, and pulled up the frame, causing pain once again. In fact, it caused BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) to kick-off! I got the job completed, the got the second sock, had to stand up again to get the wear in the gripper… it didn’t go too well!
Not too much blood loss, I expect the bruising will no doubt go down again soon. I got back down, and pulled the sock and frame up and on the leg, getting the gripper to release this time, did cause a bit more bleeding than the first time, from the same gash in my finger. I also dropped the damned glide, it didn’t hurt my already stubbed-this-morning toe that it landed on, too much.
Alright, it hurt like buggery! The finger is still stinging, and the poor stubbed and crushed toe, will never be the same again! Hargledunks!
Taking this photo with the socks on, makes the leg look almost normal, dunnit? Hehehe!
No papules, subungual hematoma, Clopidogrel Clive lumps, the deep vein thrombosis growths, and the ankle ulcer is hidden from view! Only the spider veins and Cartilage Cathy’s affected patella show signs of anything abnormal. Mind you, under the lovely warm sock, it’s a terrible sight! Hahaha!
But I fear not the thought of taking the socks off later, it’ll be a piece of cake for me. (Who am I kidding!) To be honest, after the sock-glide grapple, I felt exhausted. I got the finger ointmentated and took an extra Codeine. The toe can wait until I do the ablutions, there is no way I’m taking off the socks before then. There wouldn’t be a need if I could find what I’ve done with my slippers!
I stopped to make another brew and went on the WordPress Reader section. Some brekkers methinks, pot noodle will do, and another Glengettie brew.
Then, the ablutions had to be tackled. Much later than usual, so I could get caught up with the blogging, before getting Josies’ cheesy potato meal ready. Off to the wet room.
Gordon Bennett! What a good stand-up session that was!
The teeth cleaning was painless, only one dropsy! The shaving, went fair enough, a good few dropsies, but no bother now I keep the short picker-upperer in the wet room! The rear-end cleaning got a complaint from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) as I twisted to reach certain areas. Only the medicationalisationing was below par. Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids suffered worst. Cartilage Cathy’s patella was a close second, and throughout the morning, I’ve been having Colin Cramps visit the left-hand fingers and hand, just as yesterday, but a tad more severe. So I dolloped plenty of the Phorpain gel on things and rubbed it well in. It didn’t make a blind bit of difference, of course. Cribblebogangonies!
I was a tad concerned over no movement from the rear end yet, Porcelain-Throne-wise? Mmm!
Oh, I found this photo on the card later, it looks like the belt on the trews? I can’t remember taking it, or why if I did.
I got the hand-washing done, wrung and hung on the hangers to drip-dry above the sink. I made a bit of a mess that called for the floor and sink to be dried up as well. Hump and Thunderglobberisations!
I then turned my attention’s to tackling getting the Sunday cheesy-potato lunch made for neighbour Josie. And got it ready just in time to be delivered on time, at midday! (I felt a bit proud of ding that! Mind you, there was one heck of a mess to be cleaned up afterwards.
Go the facemask on, and delivered it to her door. I’d forgotten to take the camera with me again, and nipped back to fetch it.
When I got to the door, Josie had opened the door and let me take a picture of her holding the meal tray. She beat a hasty retreat because she was on the phone with her sister at the time. Which is a shame, because she’s not going to get her meal while it’s hot. But no complaints from me. The gal forgets things, like me making her a meal every Sunday and delivering it as near to 12 o’clock as I can. However, I am just as bad at forgetting things, so do not get all het-up about it. Hehehe! I hope she can finish her phone call, while it is still eatable, and doesn’t have to reheat it.
I got back and did the cleaning up from the cooking, and got myself back on the computer.
I found some updated details of the UK figures, on the BBC News site. A bit scary, to see that 21,502 new cases were recorded yesterday! Oh, dear!
I had a search for the Nottingham figures.
I saw this article about the ‘Freedom Rally’ in Nottingham. With so many people working hard to help victims, I find this amazing!
I got the nosh started, and served up.
Beef pasties, tomatoes, Marmite cheese, garden peas, red grapes, and potatoes. A lemon curd yoghourt to follow. I consumed it all slowly. I even had a bag of Frazzles and some nut afterwards!
I had hoped to watch the Peter Sellers ‘The Pink Panther Strikes Again’, and indeed did stay awake for about ten minutes or so, and nodded off at the first commercial break. I woke several times, but only for a minute or so, and drifted off again. I woke up with a start as the end credits were rolling, with the guts in turmoil!
I feared that with me not utilising the Porcelain Throne today, a storm was brewing, of mammoth-proportions from within. I lay waiting for signs of any movement indicative of needing the Throne, that may be in the offing. Despite all the churning and, macerating, noting moved. Which meant I lay there waiting for an eruption than never came. Tsk!
Ah well, no problem, eventually I nodded off once more.
If it’s not enough, I can slip yer a few quid, Pattie! ♥
Saturday 12th December 2020
Hawaiian: Poaono 12th Kekemapa 2020
23:35hrs: Well, well, well, as I woke up, what a dream and-a-half I recalled having. The first time in months, I could remember bits, some lucidly. So, I got the notepad and started to scribble down the details.
Disappointingly, the recalled memories were disappearing fasting than I could write them down. Spurgledamnations!
I had a wee-wee, washed, and got the Health Checks seen to. Sphygmomanometer SYS reading had crept up 2-points, at 158. The Dia four points to 80 and the Pulse was up 10-points to 95. It was a right merry-go-round lately.
The Harpin Xian Di (well, it makes it sound posher, Haha!) Thermometer temperature was exactly the same as yesterday’s was at 36.8°c.
I’d finished the HC’s, and had just made a mug of tea, then the first summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. The crossword book came out, as it soon became evident that this session was going to have the wee hours DESC (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Challange) won by Constipation Konrad, Trotsky Terence never got a look in, a 5-0 victory!
It was more painful than it has been than for a few days, took longer as well. Taking so much stressful effort to get things started. The plop-plopping told me it was of the meatball variety. They were of the hard rock variety, today. A bit of blood, but that was from poor suffering Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Unexpectedly, the cistern needed two hand-refills and three flushes to rid the evacuated product from the bowl. This does not bode well! But still, with things changing each time, you never know.
Had a good clean up and some medicating of the rear end, a wash, and back to the front room to take some of the Docusate Sodium for the first time. I’d already taken one of the Dioctyl® capsules, but I thought I’d try this medicine to see if it works any better, cause they ain’t doing much at the moment, to ease anything.
There was no way I could safely try to use the plastic spoon as instructed, with so many ailments that might affect my control while using the right hand. (Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing, SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Neuropathy Pete doing one of his uncontrollable right-leg dances, Colin Cramps or Shaking Shaun) So many that can and do attack without any notice. Are they bothered?
Took these morning shots of the view.
I threw the now cold mug of Glengettie tea away, and made a fresh one, taking it with me to the computer. I had the updating of the Friday blog done in a short time today. I needed four wee-wees in the process, though. Made another mug of Thompsons Punjana this time. Then I Pinterested some snaps, went on Facebooking, that took a good few hours to get updated. Sent the link off on email. Read and replied to the WordPress comments, and had to return to the Porcelain Throne.
Well, at least it was something different this time. Trotsky Terence was making more of a fight of it this time, but not much. I’d say Constipation Konrad had won 3-1. Just as painful while it lasted, but it was a quicker starting and shorter-lasting affair, Phew!
The leg-ankle looked to be settling down nicely. Apart from I think, some new veins starting to burst through.
I was coming out of the wet room after cleaning up and walloped my right shoulder on the doorframe. Nicodemus neurotransmitters let me down with the distance awareness.
Of course, it didn’t bother a stalwart like me. There was no cringing with pain or frustrations, or silent-swearing about the accifauxpas whatever… no gritting of teeth, or sloshing on the Phorpain Gel. Oh, no, nothing like that! Spittalisations, it didn’t half-crunch! Took an extra Codeine and rubber in some Phorpain gel, well. Tsk!
The lovely brown hue was coming in the sky, so I took these shots.
Went on the WordPress reader section, some grand photographicalisations on there this morning. Then did a start on this blog. Things were taking a lot longer now, with typing, and error making and correcting – the shoulder-charge had set off SSS and Shaking Shaun! Even Dizzy Dennis visited me occasionally, on one of his calls, he nearly had me out of the swivel chair, it was close. Ah, well, yer can’t win em all!
We’ll take it that I continued to have wee-wees every half-hour, it’ll save me in typing-time. Grobblenangles! But I’ll no doubt still mention them.
07:55hrs: The template making needs to be done, this will be a long job. I made a start with the ‘Thought’ graphics.
10:20: Got the Thoughts finished, then went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, yet another wee-wee, Oh, my good night! Another visit, number-three, to the Porcelain Throne needed! Off to the wet room, still, I can take my pee at the same time.
What a change, not totally mind, it still took an aeon to start, the cunning devil quickly started to evacuate, and stuck where it was. Yet, on the bright side, I did very well with the crosswording, I got just wanting one answer to get. I gave it my shot, but it was lost. The clue was ‘Question’, only five letters, and I had three of them: _ R _ P _. Sadly, after weeks of trying to finish this one off, I had to cheat to get it. How I didn’t get it in the very first place, I don’t know – I felt such a fool! Gripe – Humph!
After all that time, things suddenly activated from the rear end, oddly some splurging and a lot of liquid flowed forth, again, painfully. But it soon out and clear, well, not clear, it was the opposite of the first visit, and messy, very messy affair. Utterly different colour (Karki) and texture, and funked something rotten! The cleaning up and medicating took ages, and the cistern needed three flushes again. Oh, not bleeding whatsoever!
The innards were rumbling afterwards, not before? This liquid constipation medicine is not going to suit me at all. I wonder if the dispensing pharmacist has added something to it? Hahaha!
Got a good scrubbing up, cleaned the furniture, and off to the kitchen to make the mug of Glengettie.
10:55hrs: Back on the computer, to at long last, to make a start on producing the templates needed. And, by gum, it turned out to be the most extended ever session I’ve done on the computer at home, ever!
A few breaks though, many wee-wees and even more Porcelain Throne visits in between. The third one came as I settled to make a start on CorelDrawing to create the graphics. A fight-back from Trotsky Terence in the DESC (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Challange). A 2-1 victory.
A proper messy affair! Slow starting again, then a burst and all over. Literally, me the bowl… Hehehe! Once again a mammoth cleaning up job.
11:10hrs: Back to computing and graphicalisationing. Hard at it, now!
I plodded on, mistake-making, but not so many as usual. Ahem!
15:00hrs: Stopped to make a brew and take the medications. Back to the computer to allow the Glengettie to get cold. Humph!
16:00hrs: I made another mug of Glengettie. And the third, or was it fourth, Porcelain Throne visit was summoned. This time, a return of power in the DESC (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Challange), to Constipation Konrad. I lost a lot of time waiting for the activity to begin. Howled, Eurghrd and grimaced a lot when it did move, and the blood flowed, and the piles pained… Argh! More time cleaning up and medicating needed. This slowed the brain down, and the concentration required for the mammoth graphicalisationing session was hard to obtain, now.
I made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time, to replace the gone-cold cup. The evening sky looked marvellous in the sunsetting sky. So I got my Nokia camera and took… No, my Nikon camera, and took this photo.
Another blast on CorelDraw then made up the templates, I was well-weary by then, and a few hours later, made a mug of Glengettie (yes, the last one went cold again, Tsk!)
I took these pictures in a close-up setting of the scene before me from the unwanted, unlike, impossible to get to for a 75-year old, old fart to get at to wash, most annoyingly light and view-blocking kitchen window.
At long last, after my being up and struggling for about 16-hours, I got the templates finished, Ahhh!
I was all-in now, feeling so drained after the session on WordPress and CorelDrawing. I gave serious consideration to stopping doing these Inchcock Todays. It is just too much for me nowadays.
I’ll do them up until Christmas, and then try something different not so time-consuming. Perhaps daily photos alone. A made-up CorelDraw fun graphic? A poem or Ode, occasionally? I’ll try to think it through. However, I think I may be too addicted to stop? Hahaha!
The ailments can be such a bind sometimes. The Peripheral Neuropathy, Nicodemus’s dying neurotransmitters, SSS, Colin Cramps, Shaking Shaun, and the often causing falls and injury inclined Neuropathic Pete’s right-leg dances, etc. not helping. Worse with the lock-down of course, can’t get out to see and talk to anyone. Although I have no right to complain about the stroke, with so many poor folks far worse off than I am, after having theirs.
I’m waffling again, ain’t I? Sorry.
I made up a nosh, Irish potato farls, tomatoes, German ham, Marmite cheese, an apple and a pot of lemon mousse. It took me ages to prepare this simple meal, but I didn’t eat all of it. But what I did eat, I enjoyed, a flavour rating of 7/10 given.
I think with the innards and bowel being all topsy-turvy, it’s just put me off eating.
I got down in the recliner and put the TV on. After nodding-off and waking so many times, I turned off the telly.
The Thought-Storms were absent tonight, that was a refreshing change.
