INCHIES SUNDAY: Ode To The Day

 TO SUNDAY 

A mop & bucket delivery,

Crap it was, caused me injury!

The whole day, full, being busy,

Sainsbury's order, very costly,

Stubbed my toes so cruelly,

Blood Pressure high needs scrutiny,

My brain had little comprehensivity,

Josie's nosh had a fair constituency,

Making it I got confused bitterly,

I lost all traces of objectivity,

My bladder lost all its efficiency...

But kept flowing with a new durability,

It showed signs of hyperactivity!

So frequently, no time for the lavatory,

Foot swollen again, showing sensitivity,

No cars in the car park, not a rarity,

Dark skies still enthused such beauty,

Wee-wees, showing more signs of activity,

The day producing a record proclivity,

For things that harboured abnormality,

Sunday was a real struggle, such a pity,

So I wrote this little ditty!

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Saturday 18th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in!

TFZer Thomas with his TFZer cool Pool Car

HRH Lisa & Billum with Gerry on a Ghost Train?

Friday Evening

Can't remember if I posted this or not. Sad, innit? Yes, think I did...

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 SATURDAY 18th SEPTEMBER 2021 

Phenomenal!

04:15hrs: I coughed into wakefulness, felt the pain from the feet as I gingerly got them down from resting upon the chair. Then, as the grey cells kicked in and the fuzziness faded, I realised that I had been asleep and uninterrupted at that - for eight hours! No wee-weeing or Colin Cramps!

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Hobbling Much Easier!

Walking was much less hassle too! Which is what the brain started doing in its usual fashion. I kicked of doing little jobs and moving n to others before the first one was completed. This is becoming a hemerine habit nowadays.

Had a wee-wee, washed the overnight bucket, got the kettle on, made p some waste bags and put them near the door...

Went back to make a brew, got the Glengettie tea bag in the mug, turned the kettle back on, and got sidetracked when I saw the twinkling lights from the kitchen window. Fetched the camera and tried my bestest to get a decent shot of the view.

Best of the three I took.

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A Belated Mug of Glengettie

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Computer On

Oh, the SYS is creeping back up again, 134, 143, 157 and 165 this late morning? It will no doubt go down tomorrow; it usually does after three increases.

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Wee-Wee - Accifauxpa!

This was about the seventh wee-wee of the morning. Each one is a little gushier than the previous one. So, I hastened to get the trews and PP's down and caught Little Inchies lesion as I did so.

Serves me right!

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Sister Jane Rang

We had a little nattering session. Moaning, complaining about Nottingham Forest, and generally waffling merrily on. But, the need for yet another wee-wee arose, and we had to stop out chinwag. Tsk!

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Blog Finished Off

I finally got the blog finished for Friday, sent it off to Blogger, Emailed the link and set about doing the Facebooking catch-up.

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The Door Chime Chimed

I got up and went to the door. (Boy, the feet had gotten worse!) The postie handed me a parcel. It was the bacon stand for the microwave... I decided there and then to make a bacon sarnie straight away!

Mixed responses... Humph!

I assembled the cheap, at most, weighing 3-ounce flimsy tray.

The dang thing didn't fit into the oven without catching and stopping the turntable all the time! I had to stand there and keep opening the door, replacing the paper towels, put the dropped off the stand bacon back on... Fed up with this already!

I lost count of the times I had to keep taking it out, rearranging the bacon, and the microwave will need an industrial cleaning! Even more fed-up now!

I was not impressed with how the bacon looked when I took it out!

However, after I'd cleaned up the cooler, sink, bowl and floor, from the usage of the crap cheapo plastic utensil. I caught a whiff of the bacon... my resistance and reluctance weakened slightly...

It tasted dang gorgeous!

I ate the bits of misshaped bacon, putting them in a slice of milk roll bread, and dunking it into some BBQ sauce... 

Such a messy, dangerous, ham-handed, unsafe, overpriced, not-fit for the task it was bought for tacky tool!

I'll use it again when I get some more bacon bought! Hehehe!

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Porcelain Throne Utilised

I hobbled to the wet room and got down. It was reluctant to start, so I had a go at the crossword book... but only for at most a minute or so.

When things activated, and the product came out, 'Clump, splash, gurgle, splash (accompanied by involuntary hurricane-force escapages of wind), and all done! Even the flush worked the first time! 

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Delivery!

It appears that I have made another error in the size of the bottles of black bean and Hickory Smoked BBQ sauce?

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Suddenly Drained Again

Got some nibbles sorted out. Went down well, and within minutes of washing the pots and getting down, I fell asleep.

But the Thought Storms battered away at me. It felt like every five minutes, I was waking with something new to fret and worry over. Grrr!

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Evening Carer ARrived

I'm afraid there was not a lot I recall about this visit. I was a little out of it with the fatigue and not getting to sleep. I'm guessing it was Valerie who came... if not, Samantha. I did fall to rest after the carer left and acquired an hour with Sweet Morpheus. Then I woke with a jump - no idea what day or time it was.

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Vague, Foggy-Minded

I took the waste bags to the chute room. I found this photo to remind me; I can't recall doing this at all.

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Got down - Fell Asleep

Friday 17th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in!

♥ TFZer WonderWoman ♥

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Thursday Night

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FRIDAY 17th SEPTEMBER 2021

Woke up, time unknown. But it was some silly early morning time. The Computer had been left in sleep mode, so I got the Health Checks done... No wee-wee required? Mmm?

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Bloated Feet Check

The water retention feet seemed about the same as yesterday, but the toes had filled up more. Waking was painful, no worse than yesterday, mind you.

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Hand Washing

Got two shirts laundered, rinsed, rung-out and hung up to drip dry.

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Made a Brew-Carer Came

T'was Valerie this morning. The gal looked a little harassed, bless her, she worries, and it is my given mission, each time she calls, to have her leaving in a lighter mood, if not contented.

Something is bothering her. She got the medications sorted but not wanting to chinwag much. My EQ knew that. I greeted her enthusiastically.

She didn't stay long at all; she wasn't grumpy, or anything like Val never is, but, as I say, she seemed as if someone or thing had ruffled her feathers a touch. This will not change my liking Val'.

When she left, she did not offer to take the made-up bags to the chute room for me; this was unusual for Valerie. I hope it isn't something I said? Bless her.

I remain fidimplicitary towards Valerie. She does try so hard to please. ♥

Come think of it, she was a fair bit late arriving. I bet that was what might have been bothering her? ♥

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Aha, Activity in the end Car Park!

What's going on, I thought.

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Got The Nosh Prepped

WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!

 I've done it again! What a Plonker! 

VVD (Vascula Dementia Dorothy) had fooled me once more into thinking it was the wrong day. Two days out, this time! I felt for some unknown reason that it was Sunday! Is there no hope for me?

I ruddy-well went a stage further before I realised about my 'Fop-Doodle', stroke Whoopsiedangleplop!

Now, what do I do with all this unneeded food I've just spent over an hour in getting ready to take to Josie - on Sunday!

I've ordered a ready-made meal to arrive today for me, as well!

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe quoted:

The world is so full of simpletons and madmen that one need not seek them in a madhouse, but your own dwellings?

You were spot on there, Johann, mate!

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Consulted My Note Pad...

It was a very sparse amount of scribbled reminders. Even some of them were unreadable, Humph! I made a brew of Glengettie in the tiny mug. Made a start on updating last nights notes, then made a start on this blog, at long last!

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Hailed To The Porcelain Throne!

The evacuation styles are ever-changing, mutable, and vacillating. Day to day, sometimes even within a day; From one extreme to another!

Everything flowed without painful pushing being needed. A massive set of torpedos smoothly escaped. Only a speck or two of bleeding! Genuinely unique, but after two days of Constipation Conrad in control, Trotsky Terence was ahead of the game this morning.

I'd prefer not to mention the medicating today; it wasn't pleasant!

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Bags To The Chute-Room

No Accifauxpas!

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Amazon Morrison Order

I hear a knocking and neighbour... Clump! I've forgotten his name now! No, got it, Malcolm. What about him? Oh, yes, he was kindly taking the parcels from the Amazon/Morrison Shopper. And placed them in the Hallway for me. Why I didn't hear the intercom or door chime, I don't know? I thanked Malcolm, and I got the bags into the kitchen.

Seem to have a lot of bags today?

Fresh stuff in the fridge.

Lasagne & Bread in the freezer.

Potatoes in their new home under the draining board.

Cleaners away, spring waters, and Orange juice, too.

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To The Chute Room Again

I'd made a few waste bags up in sorting out the delivery. A lot of things substituted, many items cut down to one of, again this week. Off with the box...

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ACCIFAUXPAS!

On my way back to the flat, I stubbed one of the tender, fluid-filled toes on the door frame! Grumblecronkackers!

Of course, I took it all in stride and laughed it off immediately. 

The agony was of no concern to a man of my calibre... Oh, no! Reads quite well that lie, doesn't it?

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Tried to get on WP Reader

Hope I can remember how I did it the other day...

Blimey, I got on!

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Ablutionalisationing Session!

I'll be back in a while.

I'm Back!

A piece of cake! A doddle! Manifestly cushy!

And; Totally Accifauxpas-Free, Whoopsiedangleplop-Free, and Toe-Stubbing-Free! With a total of; you may find this hard to believe (I do, and I was there!), Only Three Dropsies!!!

To round off the fantastic session, after the shower, the feet were looking and feeling much betterer!

Smug-Mode-Adopted!

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Awaiting The Evening Carer

Started a template for tomorrow.

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Flipping Heck, Fatigue Fastly Fell!

As I was making the meal, my feet started stinging, and I was suddenly no longer up to doing much at all. Wearied! I made the meal and decided to get down with the legs up to ease the stinging. Sort of flopping down in the chair to eat.

The ready-made beef and black bean meal, with some potatoes, and bits from the stew made on a wrong day for Josie, were added. Eight minutes in the microwave, 4m. then stir and 4m. more.

It didn't look much but tasted alright. A flavour rating of 7/10.

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Washed the pots - and Zzz!

I was woken up by a very late evening Carer Julie (not her fault). Who broke into sympathy mode when she saw me sat there with what looked like two Belisha beacons at the end of my raised legs. Hehehe! Soon got the medications sorted, and I think we spoke about the prescription, but I'm not sure. 

On her leaving, I insisted she take a can of the new treat drink called Woo-Woo.

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I lay there, feeling Shattered

But I could sense the swollen feet were getting less painful and red. They might be at their peak. I think they will start to ease off now.

Just an EQ inspired thought.

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I have to fend off the women, left and right,

'Cause my body is such a magnificent sight,

Girls love to meet me in the moonlight,

My masculine body is another highlight,

They tease me gently in the starlight,

In romancing, I have no kryptonite,

Of course, I'm lying again... alright!

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“Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.” – Elbert Hubbard.