Wednesday 14th July 2021: Diary, Photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, that might be told?

♥ TFZers At the Gym ♥

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Wednesday 14th July 2021

04:00hrs: I recovered consciousness and waited for the brain to do the same... it took a while. As it engaged a semi-reality, the mild Thought Storms engaged; There is a reason I should get up other than the current one, of needing a wee-wee... but what was it?

I grappled with the over-bellied body, and I got it out of the clutches of £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, difficile, crumb-covered tatty recliner. Caught my balance quickly enough and off to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), Where I took a reluctant, sprinkle wee-wee. After which, a fair bit of  PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) followed; this confused me a bit, the aftermath dribbling was probably more than the main event!

ACCIFAUXPAS

Walking into the doorframe of the wet room, but heroically, I clung onto the bucket! Hehe! I took the NWWB to be emptied and disinfected. 

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I washed up and into the kitchen to put the potatoes into the crockpot and seasoning them with a bit of sea salt.

This was when I remembered what I wanted to, or instead, I had to do this morning; The Iceland delivery is due! So, in my usual industrious way, I made room for the sour raspberry ice cream suckers that I've got coming later on by eating one from the freezer. It had to be done. Haha! I got the kettle on and took a morning view photographicalisation from the thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean windows.

It looked like it might be a sunnier day today. Not that it will mean much to me. Sour thinking there? I'll try to cheer myself up a bit. Made a brew of Glengettie tea, started singing Billy Fury's Halfway to Paradise and got the Health Checks sorted.

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What A Surprise with the BP!

The Blood Pressure had come out in the Hypertension level 2 today!

But all the other readings seemed fair enough to me.

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Updating Tuesdays Inchies Day

Started uploading the photographs I'd taken and getting them and the ones from last night formulated for use. During the hour or so it took to get these done, I'd taken a total of five more wee-wees! Every one of them of the MRT (Most-Reluctant-Trickle) mode. However, no PMD (Pre-Micturition Dribble) and only short bits of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble). Oh, dearie me!

I'll try not to mention these wee-wees again. We can assume that they slowly wore me out at regular intervals. Cragnangles!

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Iceland Delivery Arrives

Fire Alarm Activating!

The Iceland delivery arrived.

It seemed to me that I'd controlled myself when making the order this time. Only six carrier bags! I got the bags through to the kitchenette. Had a wee-wee, washed my hands, and back to put the good away, starting with the freezer. All to go in there was the naughty noughat ice-cream lollies, a milk roll loaf and wholemeal bread thins.

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But it filled the freezer to capacity.

But there was a problem. I'd somehow managed to order five packets of four slices of cooked topside beef? And the fridge was nowhere near full after I'd put the stuff away.

They should have been £1.89 each, but five for the price of four on offer. I know I have problems with numbers and arithmetic nowadays, but how they came to charge me £8.57 defeats me? I could be wrong; of course, with my Arithmaphobia, I'm not certain. Not happy about this?

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Herbert Above Banging Away Occasionally

Again!

But it doesn't bother me... Much!

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Computerisationing

I got back to working on the computer. Sent off the email links. (MRTwee-wees continuing!)

Photo's sorted, and this blog Template made, and I started working on it. Then went of Facebook catching up, TFZers.

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Porcelain Throne Duties!

Well, well well, another smooth, unmessy, unpainful, bloodless evacuation!

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Morning Carer Arrived

Carole, I think it was, came in quietly, making me jump as I didn't hear her. Haha!  I'd forgotten about the carer altogether; she was that late.

But not her fault! Carole kicked of by apologising to me for her being late. The Fire-Alarm was still going when she arrived, and like me yesterday, she was marooned on the ground floor until the lifts could be restarted again. Poor gal.

We got the medications sorted, and off she had to trot to her next client.

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Cracked On With Updating This Blog

With Herbert's Accompanying Banging!

But things seemed to be going as usual, with the Liberty-Global Virgin Internet...

Down Again!

Schpugglebogs! Grangleclomps! and Gnash!

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Onto CorelDraw

Graphics needed desperately now. I managed to get a couple done.

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Waste Bags Sorted

Taken to the shute room and deposited down the funnel-tunnel thingy.

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Then Ablutions

All went well, apart from the teeth cleaning, I must get to the dentist again soon!

The feet looked okay?

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Meal Prepared & Served

Taste Rating 7.2/10. Got to be precise! Haha!

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Evening View of the Sky

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Evening Carer Arrived

I think that the gal must have been working for 12 hours plus again. The poor thing did look so tired and worn out. Got me sorted, and I tried to cheer Carole (?) up a smidge. 

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Ablutionalisationing Done

I almost fell asleep in the shower; I was so tired!

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Sweet Morpheus Denied Me!

Getting to sleep was not easy. The Thought-Storms were remarkably quiet, I was worn out mentally, but rest was denied me for hours! I just cannot understand why! 

Grindingagonydamit! Gragglespitgurgle

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An Ode To Sweet Morpheus

Please, dear Morpheus, let me sleep!

I need rest, for my sanity to upkeep,

Your denials leave me in a mental scrapheap!

Respite and recovery, I cannot reap,

I may return to the attention of the barkeep,

For many nights, you've made me undersleep!

Any more refusals, and I will weep?

My depression is getting deep,

I'm sick of counting the sheep!

Oded by Inchie: Sick of microsleep, and in hope!