– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My ponderings are, at times, encyclopaedic, Though they rarely show any signs of being gnostic, Mostly, dizzy, ditzy, sceptic, and simplistic, You could say they’re Starmeristic? Though at birth, they can seem astronomic, In reality, they can be catastrophic… Regularly scatterbrained and nonspecific, They come and go like an epidemic, They all possess a degree of the unspecific, Mingled with thoughts, though microscopic, Seeming to others sort of verbally monolithic, With humour, fear, desires and the hyperbolic, Often resulting in being self-homiletic, Common sensical, yet psychedelic, Like life, ponders can be oneiric, But pondering is not all that terrific! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – VERY PLEASED WITH THIS WEEKS RETURNS!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I gave up the ghost of sleeping. I took off the nocturnal night pouch and meandered into the kitchen to take photos. None of which were up to par. Tsk! First, there is a chronically badly taken view from the kitchen window. Which is nothing like the view my eyes saw. One of my worst efforts! Followed by a wider shot, which produced an almost as bad a reproduction as the first disastrous effort. This lone camera will have to be studied. I can’t see the small print on the instructions nor determine the option buttons. I tried again an hour later and got this effort on the right, using the other camera. Better?
I’d been up late, so there was not a lot of catching up to do on yesterday’s blog. I titivated it and posted it to WP.
I felt terribly cold this morning, but my flu symptoms were no worse. My throat seemed easier than it had been yesterday.
Then, the morning summoning from the innards sent me scurrying off to the wet room for the daily Porcelain Throne evacuation. . Soft as things were that evacuated this morning, there was a worrying amount of pain & blood (not too much; it was Harold’s Haemmorhoids) that came with it.
I had a slow, steady washing and a painful medicationalisation session. Little Inchies Fungal lesion and, more rarely, Harold’s Haemmorhoids gave me the most hassle. The piles were bleeding far more than they usually do, but not too painful with it. It was stopping the flow that took the most time. After finishing and getting dressed, I returned to the computer. After about an hour or so, the sneezing started to kick off, but the throat was much more manageable. As usual, there were a few specs of blood from the nose. Blowing the nose, I realised how the tissue was getting cut up. I’d not had a shave! I shall go shaveless. And try not to shave at all. See how it goes, as Tim Price put it, ‘Going Caveman Style.’
Unknown Carer arrived at 09:45hrs. I worked on the daily ode. Carer Suen arrived at 11:15hrs. It was too short a break between calls for any painkillers to be issued.
Having done a bad job of this morning, Jenny loaned the camera. I tried the old Kodak Tim camera, hoping that by some miracle, the blotch on the photos would not show up this time.
Oh, dear, that didn’t work either. The blotch is more prominent than ever now. Shame. I put the lens cleaner on it, went over it with the soft cloth and spray, and tried again. Did my bestestest.
I’ll make some nosh then.
Very nice it was too! Chinese belly pork (very fatty, naughty… but nice!) & baked potatoes with No-butter butter and a blob of BBQ sauce.
Washed the pots and sat in the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner to watch two episodes of my favourite, ‘Heartbeat’.
AT LONG LAST… I fell asleep, Oh, the sheer Bliss! Five minutes later, Carer Precious arrived. Could I get back to sleep after? No!
Carer Precious did the last call and took off the diabetic socks. Meds were issued, and he fitted the catheter night pouch.
♫ When the legs go dancing on their own Electric feelings shock my bones Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo ♫
♫ Shaking Shocking ♫
♫ Neuropathic mambo ♫
♫ Shocking Shaking ♫
♫ My knees get weak and start a shake My arms go limp and then they quake I stub my toe Ouch I’m still alive Instead of Typing, my fingers do the hand jive ♫
♫ Shocking Shaking ♫
♫ Neuropathic mambo ♫
♫ Shocking Shaking ♫
♫ When the legs start dancing on their own Electric feelings shock my bones Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo ♫
♫ Shaking, shocking, bumping out a mambo ♫ ♫ Shaking, shocking, bumping out a neuropathic mambo Shaking, shocking, bumping out a Neuropathic mambo Shaking, shocking, bumping out a Neuropathic mambo! ♫
0300hrs: No need for me to waken and wait for the brain to join the body this morning. I didn’t have any sleep last night at all. Depressingly, my night’s activities were: Watching the platitudinous, banal TV, listening to Herbert in the flat above banging about and getting up now and then to take a photograph of the snow. Sad, or what?
Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. This is because this old fart left the window open when he took his last picture hours ago! Humph!
I took these two photographs of the conditions outside. It looked a bit bleak. Another day of hibernating and vegetating indoors methinks. There are no buses anyway on a Sunday. Mind you, if there were, I don’t think they would get up or down the Winchester Street Hill anyway. My mind seemed to be concentrating on the negative side of things and life this cold morning.
I made a brew in the small mug, and I had some extra milk in it than usual, because Duodenal Donald was giving me some terrible stick.
The fears and worries in my confused brain were natatorial, flashing and annoying me. Because I was not in a frame of mind, to concentrate very well. I expect this was due to the total lack of sleep.
I started on finishing off yesterday’s diary. Got it completed and posted off, then the sudden grumbling and rumbling in the innards forced me to the Porcelain Throne; and what a session it was. So much blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little inchies Lesion, it startled even me for a while. Deep red and lots of it. Medication and cleansed thing up. Duodenal Donald continued with such enthusiasm, I began to feel a bit atrabilious, and the stomach started to feel… what’s the word for it? Delicate, with a new to me, aching just below the belly button. It felt tight, yet wobbly. No that isn’t the words. Tsk!
I wonder if Noisy Herbert above will start with his banging and knocking about again today? Silly question, of course, he will, it’s the weekend!
Off to the kitchen to make a brew. Knocking things like the tray, bottles of vinegar and sauce and the crock-pot off of the counter as went in. Purely luck, that they fell into the rubbish bins, thus saving any noise to upset my neighbours. No question about my worrying about Herbert above, sometimes I wish I could make return noises that just affect him. But not this morning, I have no energy left to waste on hatred or revenge.
No question about it, I’m feeling snarky, ratty, and crotchety with myself. I’m a grumpy lad indeed.
Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.
I got this post started off.
Returned to the kitchen, with a feeling of dread that I might have left the tap (faucet) running in the sink. Thankfully all was okay and no calamities.
I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.
It looked like no one had been walking on the snow in this road. Ramsdale Crescent I think it is named. If anyone has to go out from there, they may have troubles. Mind you, it might thaw out quickly yet?
I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.
I went to Facebooking next. Praying that it will not freeze on me again.
Virgin Media Internet Down Again! As Tim Price, cleverly put it in an email to me: “Virgin should just give you an Internet voodoo kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an eye of newt and bat guano to use for incantations, hocus pocus and giving your router a magical stink eye. It’s more fun than simply unplugging, waiting five minutes and all that stuff.”
Turned everything off and rebooted to see if that would help me get back on the internet supplied and increased in charge five times by Virgin Media!
Tried resetting without any luck, still two blue lights not lit on the box.
Unplugged the unreliable, unconcerned cause they still take the money each month Virgin box. Left it a few minutes and replugged it and turned on again. Nothing. Well, fancy that. Hehehe, I like it!
A wee-wee and I stewed wondering how I could get my own back at the Cable Cowboys Liberty Global who lassoed Virgin Media with a huge £15bn deal. They also have bought Formula 1 racing business, All3Media (50% ownership with Discovery Communications) ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding). Deep breath: Lionsgate (12% ownership with Discovery Communications), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), Viceland Belgium (a joint venture with Vice Media), UPC Broadband, UPC Austria, UPC Czech Republic, UPC Magyarország (Hungary). UPC Polska (Poland), UPC Romania, UPC Slovakia, UPC Switzerland, e-fon (49% ownership), UPC DTH, UPC Direct (Hungary), Freesat (the Czech Republic and Slovakia), Focus Sat (Romania), Unitymedia (Germany). Virgin Mobile UK (United Kingdom), Virgin Media Ireland (Republic of Ireland), TV3 Group, Virgin Mobile (Ireland), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership). Vodafone Netherlands, Viceland Netherlands (a joint venture with Vice Media), Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport, Totaal Markets. Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay TV, Internet, and telephone services, CWC’s operations in Seychelles, named Cable and Wireless Seychelles. All3Media (50% ownership with Discovery Communications). ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding), Lionsgate (12% ownership with Discovery Communications), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), Viceland Belgium (a joint venture with Vice Media). UPC Broadband, UPC Austria, UPC Czech Republic, UPC Magyarország (Hungary), UPC Polska (Poland), UPC Romania, UPC Slovakia. UPC Switzerland, e-fon (49% ownership), UPC DTH, UPC Direct (Hungary). Freesat (the Czech Republic and Slovakia), Focus Sat (Romania), Unitymedia (Germany). Virgin Mobile UK (United Kingdom). Virgin Media Ireland (Republic of Ireland), TV3 Group, Virgin Mobile (Ireland), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Viceland Netherlands (a joint venture with Vice Media). Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport, Totaal Markets, Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay TV, Internet, and telephone services and CWC’s operations in the Seychelles named Cable and Wireless Seychelles.
Or rather, billion-billionaire top Chairman, Michael T Fries, who earns $111.9million a year. And that is only from one of his companies. Naturally, he must get expenses as well and besides.
I wonder if he is even aware of the pathetic performance and demoralised staff and customers since his take-over? Potato cakes with cheese and tomatoes baked, sliced apple, beetroot, BBQ nibbles, red onion, pork pie with crust removed (The weight you know? Haha!), roast courgettes, parsnip and peppers. Lemon Mousse to finish off with. Mmm! Wish I could have made one for my TFZers to dine with me. Humph!
Anyway, after deciding I can’t get my revenge on him, and typing this little monologue above about his crap service, I felt a tad better. Not as good as if could have found him and eliminated him, mind, but a little cheerier, just at the thought. Then, it came back on! Hurrah! Back to semi-sanity.
Back to finish off on Facebook. Problems in importing photos now! Had to give up on it. Tsk!
Hello! Noisy Herbert in the flat above is at it again. Scraping noises, banging too.
To WordPress Reader next. Then the comments.
Had another go on Facebooking. Stuttery and slow, but got a lot done, it just took me hours to get done. Humph!
Duodenal Donald was terribly bothersome again. Settled to watch some TV. Watched the Wigan v Southampton Cup match. Well, when I had not nodded off that is. Great game.
Did the Health Checks.
Did the ablutions and medicalisationing without too much bother.
Got the nosh prepared.
Fresh pork knuckle, chips, tomatoes, red onion, sugar snap peas, apple slices and a Lemon Mousse. (It may appear that I’m consuming lemon desserts a lot lately? That’s cause it is still on offer price). The orange juice was not touched for some reason.
