Saturday 10th July 2021: Photographicalisations, Diary, Graphics, and a recycled toilet paper Ode!

Saturday 10th July 2021

I Returned to A Semi-Alive Mode

05:00hrs: The eyes flickered, the right leg did a mini-Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, with a few moments of brutal flailing, and I involuntarily dropped an equally fierce, but involuntary, rear-end-wind escapage at the same time... then Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked-off. For a couple of minutes, it had me all over the place and in danger of falling out of the chair! She seemed intent on dislodging the Humeral Head Bone from its joint socket, as painfully as she could manage, too!

The moment that Shirley's Shaking stopped, the Thought Storms began. (I didn't need my EQ to tell me that things would not go well today!) 

I took a Codeine 60g painkiller earlier than usual, an hour or two before the carer arrives. And surprisingly, remembered to leave a note for the carer, so they would not give me another one and OD me. Hehe!

The Brain Activated at Up To 60% Capacity

I decided to get the Health Checks done first. But needed the wee-wee bucket first. And what a leak and a half it was! The stream of the FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out as if from a hose-pipe! Nearly made me lose my grip on the bucket! Not surprising, though; the amazing thing was I could remember what happened. With me going out shopping, then the next day to the disastrous Sever Frailty session, meant I'd taken the Furesomides later in the day. This must have had some effect on the reduced sized bladders functioning? Smug-Mode-Adopted, for my realising this! There was no PM (Pre-Micturitional) or CM (Cessational Micturitional) dribbling. Which was nice!

Started The Health Checks

I cleaned and sanitised the  NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Had a wash and started with the Boot's Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Here are the results graphicalised on CorelDraw. Rather pleased with this one.

The Blood Pressure was down to the Hypertension Stage One bracket.

Swank of the head, here! 

Found Last Night Meal Picture

It looked that good; I thought I'd show it off. Hehehe! I ate the smoked turkey in between some lightly (honestly!) buttered Milk Roll bread, and the whole plateful was tasty! The Lidl mandarin & lime yoghourt was too sweet by a long way, but everything else was fine, well, better that, it was good! Flavour: 8.4/10.

I got the Computer on...

Grobbleknackbonks!

But, of course, I wish him no harm. Who can blame a multi-billionaire for being only interested in misleading con-em-all figures on paper profit? He's bound by his very nature as an avaricious, profit-grasping, acquisitive, covetous, greedy, rapacious, mercenary, materialistic, mean, miserly, money-grubbing, money-grabbing,  Mammonistic, quomodocunquizing person like he is? It's just his way. Openness, and honesty, can lead to revelations and realisations of how he only concentrates on assumed profits. And is still incapable of getting his crap Virgin Media Internet to serve Sherwood in Nottingham. Also, his hatred of his customers makes it virtually impossible to leave Liberty-Global Virgin by bafflingly demanding a lot of dosh? And making one wait for months to be free the vermin, and then only if you can afford to pay the fortune demanded if you do manage to escape? Luckily, it doesn't bother me at all, though!

Carer Arrived

08:10hrs: Young, well-travelled Arron came to sort the medications for me today. Got it done. I thanked him, and off he sped. I believe he was behind on his calls.

Belated Summoning To the Porcelain Throne

Well, it went well, but clearing up afterwards proved difficult, I fear. The evacuated product was the most enormous dollop I've ever passed! A bit of bleeding and slime with it, not surprising really with the size of it. I cleaned up and medicated first and then tackled the job of clearing away the product down the hole. Amazingly, the evacuated torpedo disappeared first flush of the WC. But not the toilet paper, oh, no! That just did not want to know about going down to the sewer... the mind considered this and decided:

Perhaps with it being recycled, it had been down there before. And was not happy at the thought of going there again?

I'd used the J Sainsbury's recycled TP (Toilet Paper) for the first time...

Ode from the Recycled Toilet Paper

Huh, down the sewer a second time? No decorum,

The first time was a shock and gruesome!

Down there, you can't smell any blossom,

I travelled through the pipe and reticulum,

The stinking crap in the urinarium!

Amongst turds, used towels, we had swum,

It was a foetid trip, with things from the scrotum!

It blocked my eyes and jugulum,

This time we'll not join them,

We'll stay floating in Inchies bowl and claim asylum!

Well, I thought it was funny? Hahaha!

Then, The Medicating Had To Be Done

The top of the legs looked calmer. However, the bottom and feet on the left leg this time had new growths and bulging veins I'd not seen before.

The new vein bulge, a varicose one, I'm sure, had changed its colour a few times already. It varied from a deep blue to brown, reddish, back to blue, and is now showing up as browny-blue? Auto Art Work on the legs? Haha!

I bet some folks are jealous. Hahaha!

Went on CorelDraw

I'm all out of graphics top use now, so I must get a few done, or my production of the World Famous Inchie Today Blogger blog may come to a grinding halt. This will make my multitude of readers unhappy, and I can't have that. So, neither of them need to worry about that score, Tim or Bill. 

Blimey, it's nearly three o'clock already! I hope to be back soon; I'll do my bestest.

The Intercom Rang - A Rarity That!

It was the Amazon man with the Liquid Smoke. He shouted so loud, I could not make out what he was saying. I repeatedly asked him to press four-noughts on the panel, by he was overtalking and so loud. In the end, I told him I would get dressed the stick and come down to the foyer.

Which I did. It took me a few minutes to get out and down in the lift. Where I found good old Roy sat, probably there to pick any pockets he could. Hehehe! He told me the man dropped the box on the table and skedaddled. We had a little chinwag. I kept my hand with the watch on it in my pocket where the money was. Haha! 

Back up to the lift, and noticed a letter had been delivered, official-looking it was.

From the bank (Shudder!) Dang dang, dang, dang! Into the flat and cried a while when I realised how much I'd paid for four miniature 148ml bottles of Stubbs Liquid Smoke... but it is so very tasty!

I riskily put the bank's letter in a drawer.

The Plates of Feet Were Stinging?

All I'd done was nip down in the lift and back up again with the Liquid Smoke. And the feet were giving me a right painful time?

I just stopped myself in time from rubbing in some Phorpain Gel and spotted some cracks in the skin, so I used Germolene instead.

That was better. But with having to reach down to apply the relief, I irked Back-Pain-Brenda into action... I can't flippin' win!

I may cry at any moment! Hehehe!

I got the Nosh Prepped & Served.

I cut down on the quantity on the plate this time. Cunningly trying to fool the stomach by spreading it about to make it look like there was more than there actually was on it!

I was eating, on purpose, slowly, and masticating each mouthful well, the door chimes rang out, with Dusty Springfields hit song tune. One of my favourites. Do you remember it?

Evening Carer Arrived

Pamela came in (I think that was her name), and she set to sorting out the medications for me. I sensed a slight tightness in her tonight. The gal was early for her and must have either extra work on or something. She still managed a few words with me after she's sorted the medications. I thanked her. Insisting on her having a treat in thanks. Off she went scurrying on her way to the next job, bidding me a farewell! ♥

Updated and posted this blog

After finishing it, of course. Oh, I am good!

Metal Micky Absconded! Hehe!

I went to wah the pots, returned to the computer, and when I needed yet another wee-wee, could I find Metal Mickey? No! This was not crucial because I have Hallway Harry, the long wooden stick, and Kitchen Clive, the short wooden sticks available. But I like to try and keep one in each room, you know; I have been known to get overconfident and caught out with a wanton involuntary right leg Neuropathy Pete Schuhplattler dance suddenly erupting, and ending up on the deck. So I had a look around the three rooms of this grandiose apartment in which I pretend to live.

I reckon I checked the kitchenette four times, the front room the same, and the wet room five times, without any luck. I was baffled!  I went into the kitchen to move Kitchen Clive to the front room... there in the kitchen stood Metal Mickey!?!?

How I didn't walk into it while looking so often for it is nothing short of a miracle! I questioned whether what had happened had actually taken place?

Proof that VD (Vascular Dementia) is winning the battle for control of my brain!

Got Down In Search Of SWeet Morpheus

The git wasn't interested.

But the Thought Storms were.

Not one of my better days!