Inchcock's Day: Thursday 22nd April 2021

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Thursday 22nd April 2021

יום חמישי 22 באפריל 2021 - Hebrew

01:00hrs: Woke, wrestled out of the c1968 recliner, and hobbled over to utilise the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a weak wee-wee of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) fashion. But it still managed a little post-micturition after dribbling!

The brain was slowly kicking into action now. But a smidge on the wayward side, with it.

I found myself in the kitchen and getting a bag of potatoes out of the cupboard. Having no idea what had taken place in the minutes between having a wee-wee and opening the cupboard door... well, I did notice that I'd put the kettle on.

I felt the itching from the right ankle starting off, and I took a photo of it. But it didn't look inflamed at all. In fact, it was a lot less vivid than it did last night? 

Funny how it constantly changes from one day to the next lately. Maybe the PN affects things?

I eventually made the brew of Glengettie and then took this picture of the morning view with the Canon camera. Somehow, I got a different picture ratio... clever stuff... but not intended, and I don't know how the heck I managed to do it. Rather sad, really, innit? I have never been precisely good at mechanical and electrical stuff, but I'm just baffled and confused with it nowadays.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I got the morning medications taken and set about getting the Health Checks done. Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters have been kind to me over the last two days, generally. Giving me only a few attacks... but what it did next was amazing and for the first time ever; as I was plugging in the lead to the Boot's Sphygmomanometer, the right arm shot straight forwards, and the machine was sent right over the room! 

(On all previous electrical impulses, the arm has gone upwards, not out in front. I embarrassingly recall hitting a nurse on the chin the first time it happened as she was taking my blood in the stroke ward, funny now, but not at the time) Sorry, I'm waffling again, back to the point.

Well-I-Never! The significant bit was that the BP machine landed on the recliner, right between a cushion and the folded quilt! No damage at all! And the connector was undamaged and still worked. I think I just used up all my luck for the day there? 

The photos came out in a different ratio again. But, just look at the readings above, good stuff result-wise... well, better than it has been anyway! Still in the red, naturally.

Off to the wet room I trudged, and onto the Porcelain Throne. There was no movement, although I did feel the pressure of the product wanting to come... I had a go at the crossword puzzle, but I didn't get anywhere with that, so I read some of a Clarkson book. Eventually, the flow began; fair enough, it needed some painful input from me to keep things moving.

Whoopsiedangleplop - Accifauxpas: It was a terribly testing evacuation, and it turned out to be of the black meatball variety. Funked awful, too! The only genuine concern was the bleeding from the rear-end. Mucusy-covered blood, that's the best way I can describe it. Not that there was a lot of it, but more than usual. And, a lot lighter red this time? If this happens again, I'll have to see the Doctor about it.

I got the Wednesday blog finished and sent off. Emailed the links and went on Facebooking - put some photos in the albums, visited the TFZers and Winwood Heights pages. 

Whoopsiedangleplop I went to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea, and I took this photo with the Canon camera. It came out in the odd shape again. What have I done wrong? I've used the Auto-option, so it should be back at the usual wide ratio? Humph!

I made the mug of tea and thought about having some biscuits but decided not to, as I've been getting more blubbery every day!

I made up this template and carried on working on it. 

Oddly, I haven't heard any of the strange noises from above this morning... yet!

I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjana, this time. And noticed the red part-moon showing. I used the Kodak camera this time; at least this one is better at night shots and keeps its picture ratio. A decent photo, I thought. So, I put it on here in extra-large to show off a smidge. Hehehe!

As I was about to have some biscuits with my tea, the tingling from the old ankle ulcer got much worse. Almost like mini-electric shocks from under the skin?

Mind you, there was no pain, and the itching was far less than it has been.

After my two caramelised bikkies and tea drinking, I had to get the ablutions sorted out. I'm looking forward to a good shower and scrub-up!

I got side-tracked again; I'm very adept, skilled at getting deviated lately, you know. 

• Mayhaps due to the advancement of my senility? 

• My state of bafflement?

• My confused brain, that's been battered and bamboozled over the years?

• Perhaps the PN is the cause for not getting the messages to the brain?

• But just old age? I imagine, combined with lack of education, absolute failure in life,  and my singular habit of getting things wrong?

I went on the balcony to take this shot above(For Billum of Ohio) of the end car park.

After tripping over the floor ledge, coming back in (No damage or injuries), I eventually got to the wet room and started the freshening up process.

Things went pretty good. Admittedly, there were far too many dropsies, but that's Peripheral Pete and Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters for you. The exercise U got in picking them up did me no harm (Much!). Anyway, I'd left Jenny's picker-upperer in the hallway. Tsk! 

The shaving went well, only one nick in the neck! And the showering had no dizzies, tumbles or bangs involved! 

Smug-Status-Adopted!

When doing the medicating, I tried, with difficulty, to rub some Clobetasone cream into the ankle ulcer area. 

Even though it was calm enough, with no signs of phoenigm. Although some of the ankle and feet looked like they were browning. Hehehe!

Whoopsiedangleplop Several hours of confused mistake-correcting while working on this post. Knack... Very tired now; I'll get the nosh sorted out and see how I feel. I want to get on WordPress to read the reader, but the button took me to a blog page, with no way to gain access to the editor? I'll try it with Firefox in the morning or tonight if I wake up.

I got the nosh made up. The tomatoes, potatoes and lemon yoghurt were all tasty enough. The chicken and turkey were almost sick-making, unpleasant. The Overall Flavour Rating was 6.5/10.

I managed to get the pots washed, and fatigue overcame me with a vengeance.

It was bliss when I got down in the c1968 recliner, and I drifted off into sweet sleep within minutes.

Whoopsiedangleplop The mobile phone rang out, rudely awakening from my already-deep slumber. It was Warden Deana, warning me that we had a flood/water leak in Woodthorpe Court, and advised me to empty the airing cupboard and old drier room (which I spent last week filling up, Tsk!), and put down towels at each location. Someone has been advised and are on the way to investigate the situation.

Accifauxpas Being half-sleep, I think this was all she told me, anyway. I thanked her for the warning. So, off to do as suggested with the cupboards. Bending down to get the stuff to remove, and my head came into contact with the new shelf-fitted! I didn't cry, but I wanted to!

I got back in the recliner, but any thought of getting back to sleep was abandoned. I was too worried and het-up about the possible water flood coming. Like the twerp I am, I kept getting up to check around for any leaks—a most unpleasant, uncomfortable feeling.

While hoping and praying for sleep to return, I'd left the light on, ready for my next mission to check on the situation. 

And I noticed the right leg, it had morphed again - gone all thin, the ankle scar had all but disappeared, apart from the new brown area, and I believe that some new extra-long tibial leg veins were trying to come to the surface of the lower leg? 

Ah, an idea! Do you think I could sell my photos of the ever-changing leg to the Tate Gallery? Hahaha!.

Sleep was not going to come for a long time yet. And now, I didn't feel like sleeping, this sensation was replaced with nervousness, worrying over will the waterflood come or not.

I got out a Bassett Strawberry and Vanilla ice-cream stick and tucked into it. Very naughty, but very nice!

I've no idea when I nodded off, but I did; waking at 01:00hrs, in a semi-panic about had the flood visited my flat? Thankfully, not yet, anyway!