Tuesday 6th July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, to be told?

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Tuesday 6th July 2021

05:30hrs: Woke remembering for some reason that the J Sainsbury food order was being delivered this morning. I even recalled ordering it a little later, so I wouldn't get confused if it arrived simultaneously as the carer did. 

Rather impressive that, for my first thought of the day... I thought? 

I then freed my voluminously gigantic-bellied body from the recliner and took my first wee-wee of the day. (many followed, continuously!) Then, I went on a muddled semi-automating round of takes that bore little planning, more a sort of soul-destroying. Half- with it ramble around for the first hour or so. not aimlessly, but unsceptically going from one job to another, forgetting I'd not finished the previous one, remembering later... Ah, well!  Put the kettle on, took another wee-wee; let me save typing, and read it as I wee-weed every twenty-minutes of so, until 13:00hrs when they eased off. I took morning shots of the view, down on Chestnut Walk car park.

Then tackled the Health Checks - during which I had a change of mind and got my Pakistan made long-sleeved green shirt hand-washed.

Health Checks Tackled

Then, back to the Health Checks, I admit I am getting in a mental muddle now.

The results were a smidge disappointing after Tuesdays near-perfect numbers were returned. At least it was only the Blod Pressure that was bad; the other ones seemed okay to me.  But still, you can't win em all, can yer?

Computer On...

I had another wee-wee... (Oh, I'm not mentioning them, am I)  made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, back to the computer and another change of plans, and I got the waste bags made up to go to the taste... or even waste room later on.

It was too early to use the chute yet, because of the noise. Got the box filled on the walker-guide and emptied another container to use, to receive the J. Sainsbury order, as yet to arrive, as was the carer, whoever it was, getting late for them again.

Summoned to the Porcelain Throne

Never, I say (well, at least not for some weeks, Hehe!)  have I had such an easy evacuation. It was a dream; those with similar problems as I have will understand what I said. Messy, of course, that's to be expected, but painless! Grrreat!

Dusty Springfield Sings For Me?

I'd been back on the graphicalisationing on the computer for half an hour or so, and the door chimes rang out. The Carer had arrived. 

A new one, to me. Richard, his name was, and after a while, as he was sorting the tablets out, the front doorbell burst forth with its Dusty Springfields tune, ♫ I only want to be with you!♫ It was the JS order, the chap was in a rush, and he got the goods into the box and two carrier bags. It seems I have overdone the spending again? 

Carer Richard came to the front door and helped me carry the stuff through to the kitchen; he even started cramming stuff in the fridge and freezer for me; I liked this lad. Well, man. 

We chatted afterwards, and it turns out that Richard has had the same heart operations, a fungal lesion on his willy, has Type 3 diabetes and has front and rear end leakages! Talk about a lot in common! He's a lot younger than I am, and I felt sorry for him. At least mine and the Peripheral Neuropathy came late in my life; Richard has copped for his lot so early.

I thanked him, and off he shot. A lot to do today, he said, up to the neck in it. Well, if the reason he was late was that he was helping patients out like he did for me, 'Good on him!'

Sorted Putting the Stuff Away.

I was glad they had not run out of the small but strong paper towels I love to use as a hanky. I still use them for cleaning, utilising several sheets.

Got Some Potatoes On The Go

As I was getting them out of the bag, I came across one that just shouted for me to stick the blue pen in it, to represent a nose, and be photographed!

♥ Heaven! Fresh Garden Peas ♥

I then spent a few hours dropping the peas anywhere and everywhere while I podded them and got them in the saucepan.

I was in agony by the time I'd got them all done.

Each bend I made to search and occasionally to retrieve a pea put me through some pain. Hehehe!  I reckon I must have dropped about twenty in total. But did manage to find about ten of them. The others, well... they may never be seen again!

Off To The Chute Room

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 Gadzooks! Not a single trapped finger, toe-stubbing or anything approaching the severity of a Whoopsiedangleplop or Acciafuxpas! I joke not!

Back To The Computer

But things did not last long. The $123m salaried boss of Liberty-Global Virgin Internet ensured that! If only he didn't hate idiot customers so much and could supply a service that is occasionally reliable... Silly me, what am I saying...

I gave up and got a meal prepared.

♫ Food, Glorious Food ♫

Potatoes, Karczek Wieprzowy, tomatoes, mini pork & pickle pie with Worcester sauce added, potatoes and fresh garden peas! Hmmm! 

Flavour-Rating 9.2/10. Highly Gobbleworthy!

Washed pots - Head Down

An hour later, I woke up, wondering what the flipping time was. Gawd, was it dark?

In the flat anyway, but not outside, it seems? I got up to wash the pots, intending to turn on the computer to update this blog a bit. 

Carer Helena Arrived

18:29hrs: At least I think her name is Helena? She got the tablets sorted and was kind enough to have a quick read of my depression ode. Nice gal, patient with my wafflings. ♥

Whoopsiedangleplop!

I said my farewells and went to finish washing the pots... Zemblanity! I'd left the hot water tap running again. Come on now! Be Fair! I haven't done this since last night! Humph!

Updated and Posted This Blog

ODE

At least with no hot water, my hand I cannot scold?

Tried to stop forgetting, but the brains not to be cajoled,

VD, I think can this affliction ever be resolved?

I mean, let's face it, I'm not all that old,

My thoughts are mangled, mixed, casseroled.

I haven't time to be condoled,

My thought patterns are erratic, potholed,

The reason for life, I want to get pigeonholed, 

I never was a rakish rantipole,

Is it too late to be a centrefold?

My memory is like a caracoled,

Round and round, nothing resolved,

Bonkersness now taking a stranglehold,

Remembering the day is like winning Gold,

No wonder I sometimes get frampold!

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