Tuesday 20th July 2021: Diary, Photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, that might be told?

♥ I Wonder who this TFZer Duo is taking off? ♥

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Tuesday 20th July 2021

06:00hrs: I woke, fighting my slugabed feeling, and got help from the need of a wee-wee arriving. This forced me into imitation activity, and I rose up. 

Free of the  £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy, eyesorely-horrendously beige coloured, uncomfortable Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner, with almost ease? Only Duodenal Donald was of any bother worth mentioning, Grrreat! Limped over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) and struggled to get the wee-wee to start flowing, despite the sense of urgency the bladder was giving me? Without any PM (Pre-Micturitional) or CM (Cessational Micturitional) dribbling. The brain engaged gear. 

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Carbohydrates In The Slow-Cooker

I removed the manky potatoes from the bag of Tesco small potatoes, and I got the rest in the crock-pot. Seasoned them slightly with both Worcester sauce and Stubbs liquid smoke. No salt was needed, at least, I think not.

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I pressed on with the Health Checks

Yet again, another lowest ever Blood Pressure! I don't understand why, but it must be good! Fings are looking up medicationally speaking.

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I got the urge to do a silly ode... So I did!

Ode To My Habit To Haver

Yes, we're all getting olderer,

In my case, the mind was first to witherer,

I soon became known as, 'That old ditherer',

Whoopsiedangleplops, mind-blanks I often suffer,

I'm the oldest living virgin; just a rumour!

But I still love being a pointless natterer,

To myself, I now tend to be a mutterer,

So why am I cutting down on butter?

Why do I remain a plonk-free abstainer?

Cause it prevents me from having a hangover?

Plain food, tomatoes, potatoes I savour?

The flat can do with a decluttering makeover,

From the topic intended, I seem to waver!

Logicality, commonsense, seem out of favour?

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Waste Bags Sorted - then the Ablutions!

Got the bags into the box to go to the chute later. Then responded to the bowels calling me to attend to the Porcelain Throne duties.

This session was easier than yesterday. Cleaner, flushed away the first time! No bleeding whatsoever. Painless! With the Health Checks being so good and now the Porcelain Throne sessions going so well... it's worryingly unnatural! 

At least the ablutions went okayish.

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First Brew of Glengettie

This didn't go so well!

Accifauxpa-Whoopsiedangleplop!

My run of excellent luck came to a rather unceremoniously messy end! It had to come!

Made the brew, and I delved into the fridge to get the milk... A combination of Peripheral Pete and Nicodemus's neurotransmitters combined attack ensured that the bottle flew out of my right hand!

After cleaning up the spilt milk and salvaging as much as possible, I decided that the tea would be too cold. And made another mug. Thompsons Punjana this time...

I very carefully replaced the bottle in the fridge. But, one can be as careful as one likes; if another Peripheral Pets shaking session starts, you can be in trouble, and I was! Flibblegonkackles!

As I let go of the placed bottle, the right arm shot out in one of its rare but annoying Hitler salute imitations! The arm went into the depths of the fridge, and the knuckle got trapped between two racks! The wound was nothing, a scratch, compared to the mess I created in knocking off a shelf rack and redistributing the various foodstuff I'd just cleaned the milk off of in different places, including scattered about the floor!

Now, this scenario, I am used to. Cause it is a more frequent 'Bad Luck' style of happenings for me. I don't enjoy them, but I can cope to a degree, being a more familiar event in my life. 

I just went into 'Sulk-Mode', swore quietly but proliferously, and stemmed the tears. Dabbed some ointment on the hand, and I started singing to myself. I've no idea why. Hahaha!

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I went for a Mope-Moment on the Balcony

Ended up taking a photo of the end of Chestnut Walk, where the progress with the new car parking spaces seemed to be coming on well.

I took this shot of an intruder using Chestnut Walk to cut through to the Woodthorpe Grange Park. I thought it might have been a carer on his way to visit me. I was wrong.

I'm good at that, being wrong!

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Missing Photo Found

I came across this photo of the view last night. From the open balcony doors, from the £300, c1968, recliner. As I waited for Sweet Morpheus. 

You can just make out the gaps between the window panes.

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Comments Replied To (Blogger)

Billum, from Ohio, commented and got a reply for his efforts. Anticipatorily expecting Tim Price to comment next.

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CorelDraw to Create Some Graphics

I'm right out of them now, Tsk!

Managed a couple of them.

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Home-Made Veg Chilli Started!

Transferred it to the saucepan to marinate. I did so with a sense of failure - when I ate a spoonful, it didn't taste like I thought it ought to! So, stupidly added some beef stockpot to it and a smidge more burnt smoked paprika. Mmm?

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Sat In The Sunshine - Feet Up!

Had a half-hour kip, woke with a nervous twitch, and went to get the meal prepared. Added the potatoes and got settled to feast.

I had no desserts left in the fridge, and only two rounds of wholemeal bread thins left. (Fear not, for Lord Sainsbury is to deliver some of both in the morning, Hahaha!)  Come think of it if he doesn't do what he loves to do, and substitute bleach or oven cleaner for the bread if he has none in stock to send... Sarkie Inchie, Stop It!

Seems I'd had a moment of allotriophagy with the meal. It was nothing like I expected it to be... oh, and I forgot to put the leeks in as well!

It didn't look or smell too bad, but the flavour at first, I believed, was bland and insipid.

Idiosyncratic, I know, but as I ate more, the tastiness grew, the flavour came out, and the meal was soon quondam! My mood went from zemblanity to serendipity in minutes.

Final Taste Rating: 9.25/10!

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I had another Shower

I cleaned the teeth, remembering to use the prescription Duraphat toothpaste and not to rinse or use mouthwash, just to spit out the most I could.

Shaving: well, it still amazes me how the ailments seem to attack when I've got razors in my hand? This time Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters went from the usual sensing and not sensing, but I had apaesthesia from Neurophy Pete in the left hand and the usual right one! For the whole time I was struggling to shave, the dropsies were at a record level. I think the razor has been damaged: it either flew away or dropped that often!

The stroke-related ailments have neve been more vagarious - although I avoided any cuts, nicks and falls, all the same. Extra-specially when I got in the shower, and the hassle mysteriously and freakily, although very welcomed,  eased off back to a copeable average level? Which gave me a warm glow. Until that is, it came to medicationalisationing and the treating of the Harold Hemorrhoid fungal lesion.

Despite the embarrassment, I'm going to make an appointment to see the Doctor. The pain is getting to an unbearable level now.

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Got the Waste Bags Ready

I must take them to the chute tonight. Cause in the morning, I'll need to use the box for Lord J  Sainsbury to fill with my delivery... We'll see!

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Carer Eliska Arrived

I am always a bubbly natured gal, but not quite so today for some reason, but still sociable enough for my liking. Eliska made a list of prescription medications left: it seems I am getting low now. She will try to sort out the next batch of prescriptions for me. ♥ She departed, and I could detect that something was keeping her attention that was bothering her: what? No idea.

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Waste Bags To the Chute RooM

 Neuropathy Pete lost it for a second or two, but enough for me to hit the knuckle on too small, cast iron chute cover. This did not bother me, of course. I scoffed at it! Although to the uninitiated, this may have sounded like a naughty word?

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Little Inchies Fungal Lesion Bled Again!

After treating the lesion, I am more committed than ever to get some help from the Doctor! The pain is now taking over from Duodenal Donald, as the significant contributor to Inchies agony!

After the torture of ointmentating little Inchie, I changed into the jammie-bottoms. 

Blimey, had the legs shrunk or what? Ah, well, I might lose some weight, then? 

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Updated This Blog

A long hard slog, too!

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Breather & A Beer!

Stopped for a can of Alcohol-free beer!

I took it out on the balcony, and I photographed the setting Sun. Used the Kodak camera.

Bootiful!

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Caught up with Facebooking

TFZer, and Winwood Heights sites.

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Midnight approaches, Energy Drains...

Finished and posted this blog to blogger,

But can I get to sleep? No, it's a bugger!

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Had to go for a Wee-wee, Tsk!

Stubbed my toe en route!

Ay-yay-yay!