Inchies Day: Sunday 9th May 2021: Accifauxpas, the Whoopsies were fewer, though!

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Sunday 9th May 2021

Hawaiian: Lāpule 9 Mei 2021

02:50hrs: I came back to pretend-life and realised I'd just had nearly six hours kip! Very Gratifying!

The traditional, almost ritualistic wee-weeing was required, so I visited the grey plastic overnight bucket. Another change in style; A lot stronger, no pain whatsoever. But with a massive amount of the frustrating CM (Cessational Micturitional) dribbling.

 I seemed to take it all in my stride? Cleaned and disinfected the bucket and limped off to get the kettle on. I seemed to be in a much better state, mind-wise, than last night, when I was depressed and fearful for any future that I might be coming my way.

I made up two small waste bags from the bins and got them in the box on the walker. Took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

I got the Health Checks done. The SYS at 171, far too high, was down a smidge, on its average.

DIA at 83, PULSE was showing 78, which was fine.

The body temperature at a fair 36.5°c - 97.7°f was out of the red after two or three days, so a bit of a positive there!

The summons to the Porcelain Throne arrived from the innards,
and off to the wet room, I trudged.

My efforts at evacuating any inner-produced product were met with agony by my trying to force it along - but not a thing moved.

Whoopsiedangleplop: Apart from an awfully massive amount of wind, this escapage last longer than any have before! I just sat there patiently, with a rye smile on my face in response to the marathon passing of wind and the change in tone of it. In fact, it was almost musical... and lasted as long as 1960's single record used to do. Hehehe!

I was singularly impressed with the state of the legs, ankles and feet this morning. 

I could not see any Clopidogrel allergy blotches, vein explosions, papules, scuff marks, or any new growths at all!

Smug Mode (with reservations) Adopted!

Back to the computer and updated the Excel Record logs that I did not get done earlier. As the call to the Porcelain that failed.

Aha, today's line has just the one (SYS) not in the green. A much better set of results. But, I mustn't get too excited. Haha!

The NHS Analysis site looked the same as usual, really. It was a little higher than I thought it would have been, but the nurse knows about it, and nothing has changed medicine-wise. So I assume this must be acceptable to them?

It's been in this zone for many months now, at least for a year, I reckon.

I think the Furesomide is doing its work well this morning. I've had four wee-wees and had to take yet another one! Apart from the first painful effort, all of the same SPD (Short-Painless-Dribbling) mode.

I made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana, and I created this template and started it off, as far as here. Which took a good few hours.

Made another brew and had a wee-wee. 

Then nipped onto the balcony to take this snap of the gloomy-looking weather.

Next, I began to update the Saturday blog.

Whoopsiedangleplop: The 90% finished yesterdays post had got endless changes made to it - Font types, colour, sizes and other formatting! Grrr! That had to be changed back.

But despite Blogger, I still got it done and posted. Emailed the link. Then went on Health-Unlocked. I'd had six replies to my last post on there.

I went on Facebooking next, the TFZer and Winwood Heights. Onto WP reader, not many on there today, although this one was great, from Tim Price. Songist, writer, guitarist and man with something to say... 

The song he wrote and sang, 'Life’s Habit' Music: Jefferson Airplane Lyrics: Timothy Price. About an electricity bill! Grrreat!

https://offcenternoteven.com/2021/05/08/lifes-habit/

I went on CorelDraw to try and get some graphics done. It was hard work, and I only got two finished.

Time to get the ablutions done.

Whoopsiedangleplops: were rife and in great abundance. The dropsies, there have never been so many.

Accifauxpas: The shaving cuts added up to about eight or so.

Double-Accifauxpas: My Getting through the ablutions was bad enough. Dring off had its dodgy moments but simply talking out of the door... A wanton involuntary right leg Neuropathy Pete Schuhplattler dance erupted, it only lasted a few seconds, but was enough for me hit my head and eyebrow on the door-frame! Did me no good at all, that! 

I could not risk using knives or anything mechanical. I had to make Josie's meal, of just a can of chilli-con-carne with some added chickpeas and passata with basil. Both cans had ring pulls to use.

I added two pots of fresh made Limoncello, some soft white pitta bread, her favourite Yorkie chocolate bar and a club biscuit, with the regular Babybel cheeses she could eat whenever she wanted. When I delivered it, she was not impressed methinks.

I wasn't feeling up to eating anything yet.

I got some handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I tried to do some more on the blog, but the Accifauxpas had done for me. I felt rather unwell, shaky and even more confused with things.

I got some bags of nibbles in case I fell asleep and woke up hungry, and put them on the ottoman. But I'm not sure what to do really. I made sure I had the wristlet alarm on and got sat down.

The Thought Storms, guilt, shame, fears etc. arrived.