Wednesday 7th July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, to be told?

♥ Three TFZers to find ♥

Wednesday 7th July 2021

I Woke Up Late 05:35hrs
Well, that was an encouraging start to the day!

The brain had a positive reluctance, even an aversion to the idea of moving from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. Somehow, I won the battle and got my elephantine-bellied body up and onto my feet. Wobbled off for a wee-wee - during which the brain decided it would be a good idea to get the hand-laundering done.

A proper international affair it was too.

Hand-Washed

The made in Afghanistan long-sleeved thick blue check shirt.

My Hong Kong made dark blue utility lounge pants/pyjamas; labelled as 28" legged but are actually over 36" long. Keep tripping over the bottoms, so have to roll the legs up a bit - Not mine!  The trouser legs, I mean. Hehe!

Utilising; Made in England, Wilko Liquid Soapflakes. Wilko Frangrance Boost (Excellent, you should try these!), made in China. And Cillit Bang drain unblocker, produced in Germany.

The International connection continued later, with the Health Checks and Medications!

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Crock-Pot Utilised

I got some potatoes and the J Sainsbury extra-lean Beef Chunks in the slow-cooker. Huh! The beef was so fatty, I had to drain and clear the bovine tallow away three times during cooking, so much for low-fat! Grumph! Eventually, I got it looking edible (picture), added some Knorr beef stock, put it on hot, then turned down the control to a low setting.

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Stand-Up Shower, Shave and Sh...

Not being able to use the shower (too noisy), I started to do a stand-up ablution session. As I dropped the toothbrush and paste on the floor, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne - which was all of two paces away...

Ablutional nightmare

Luckily, very much so too, I'd no PPs on that needing dropping (Hahaha!). Which was just as well; else, I would have been in a right mess if not. I ended up in the right state as it was.  For the massive evacuation began immediately, well before I was fully seated on the Throne, actually!

So much flowed, long torpedoes, well, one giant one, chunky lumps and ending with a series of plop plopping from some meatball sized follow-ups.

What a heap of smouldering light brown, stinking, almost bubbling evacuated product filled the bowl to above the waterline! Tsk! As I expected, the flushing could cope with removing the content n the bowl. So, the unappealing task of using the toothed stick, to break things up, to encourage the pipework to accept its morning gift. Hahaha!

 After failed attempts to clear things, and more stabbing with the toothed stick, the content reluctantly disappeared from view, leaving a lot of bubbling coming back up to the surface!

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Back To The Ablutionalisationing

I continued with the dropsies, but only two tiny nicks shaving. I had medicationing of poor old Harold's Haemorrhoids, went okay.

Getting dressed, although there were no tumbles, Accifauxpas as such. Nor did Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked off; my balance wasn't too steady when I got the PP's then my trews on. Mmm?  Still, no complaints, really.

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Health Checks Started

Aha, definitely betterer returns than yesterday!

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Updated This Blog

With thanks to Herbert above's accompanying entertainment. Albeit banging, clunking and tapping noises, it was so nice to know and comforting that he had not yet kicked the bucket. Sarcasm Escapage There, Sorry!

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Carer Arrived

Pamela, or Carole, I think was her name. She looked a little down with herself this morning. So I made an effort to cheer her up. Got the fresh medications out of the drawer. Told her about my job donkey's years ago at Angel Carers in Beeston. Did my best to make her laugh a bit. I hope she left happier after sorting me out. ♥

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Blogging Away

I pressed on updating this blog. Swapping with other things, I was getting myself all confused, which is nothing new, of course! With thanks to Herbert above's accompanying entertainment. Albeit banging, clunking and tapping noises, it was so nice to know and comforting that he had not yet kicked the bucket.

Sarcasm Escapage There, yet again Sorry!

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Leeks and Pod Peas Prepared

Whoopsiedangleplops & Accifauxpas!

I thought I was clever and cunning in my plans not to lose so many peas when I podded them. There are still ten or twelve peas somewhere in that kitchen that I'd never found dropping them yesterday) Smug--Mode-Instigated!  

I got two bowls ready and the saucepan that I was going to cook the peas in.

My strategy was: Pod from the full bowl, shell it over the second bowl, peas in the pan, and empty shell/pod dropped in the nearest bowl? 

This worked a treat to start with, halfway through, and only two peas dropsied! Well, no, that's a fib! About ten peas were lost, but I retrieved eight of them. Boy, was I doing well!

By then, I'd shelled them all; the absentees added up to about eight. Yes, I lost it a bit there! 

Undeterred, I got some of the baby leeks out to slice and put in the slow cooker with the meat and potatoes. Getting a bit cocky again, I did some more veg, but I did rush the job, a tad...

Still, fortunately, the old plasters were still useable.

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So Late, Getting Tired Now

I cleaned up the mess made. Had a failed look for the absconded pod peas, Made a nice strong brew of Glengettie tea, returned to the computer. Herbert was having another go at his modelling, I assumed, chip, chip, rattle, bang, thud!

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Forced Me To Go On...

I went to check on the meal and move it all into the saucepan. Hopefully, if I can stay awake for the football match, I can rewarm the beef chilli to eat simultaneously - but I'm not too hopeful. 

I took these snaps of the evening view first.

I'm still dubious as to if I should even watch the match tonight. With my record of falling asleep and England getting two of their best results in many a year... Then again, it is so late for me, I'll probably nod off again... Confusion is not a strong enough word to say how I feel about this! Should I not risk watching a match or not?

I got the fodder from the crockpot and added it to the saucepan of podded peas.

It looked good, kept it on a low light, and must check it later and turn it off. Cause the match is not on for another six hours yet. Then I cleaned the crockpot and put a few more potatoes in o a low light, in case I get the urge to nibble before the match started - Which I may keep awake to see, or I'll most likely nod off... but I might not. But should I be better off doing so? I don't want to risk my bad luck transferring to the players...

I've said that Denmark seems to be even more well organised as the competition went on. If England does lose, at least they can avoid the cheating Italians. Do the Mafia pay of the referees in the England games? I'm getting a haze coming on!

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I Have To Get Some Sleep

Or there will be no chance of my staying awake for the England match. The evening carer is due in few hours, so I'll try for some time with Sweet Morpheus and see how it goes. 

Back in a while, I hope!

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Sweet Morpheus Denied!

Sod me, no chance of any kip! I gave up! The Thought Storms started, steadily streaming at me... a right mixed-bag of emotions!

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Found Some News - Not Good!

Then:

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SD-VD Faults Ode - Two

Tired, I waited for my carer,

Life has sometimes been fairer,

I gave in to depression, without a whimper,

The Darkness, will I ever conquer?

Or rid me of this stutter?

Or stop eating too much butter?

Or find anyone for a natter?

Not that it really does matter...

The worrying things are I'm getting fatter,

The flat is untidy, full of litter,

But this is all conjecture,

Sorry for the lecture!

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Evening Carer Arrived

It was Pamela, I think, a nice gal. She looked a little tired, so I gave her a short tale of my Whoopsideangleplop in the QMC when I had the bladder cancer lasered and Hernia mended. Brought a wee smile to her face, which in turn cheered me up a smidge. ♥

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Nosh

Got the nosh served up, a fair one all bar the Sainsbury beef chunks - they fell to bits and seemed to have a sort of fur in them? No doubt my culinary skills let me down here.

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Settled To Watch The Match

Great game! Extra-Time and I nipped to make a brew of Glengettie; I needed something strong to get over the great shock of England being the better team of the two. I don't think this win has sunk in yet?

I took these photos of the evening sky.

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Back to The Match

Harrowing periods of extra time. Good heavens, England used up a lot of luck tonight. Not that they are not due some, after so many near-wins, close calls, and bent, Mafia backhanded referees have cost them victories in the bygone years. 

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Weary, Wasted, Tired- But So Happy!

Sweet Morpheus needed no prompting tonight!

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

♥ TFZers Morning Swim? ♥ Hehehe!

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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Published in aid of the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society President Billum of Ohio, for his advice and guidance given at such reasonable rates.

Monday 5th July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, to be told?

A TFZer, getting tips from Gordon Ramsay?

Monday 5th July 2021

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Getting up took enforced motivation!

After a not very willing rejuvenescence, I lay there, the body mangled and half out of the c1968, second-hand recliner. I was fighting against my clinomania like never before! I kept talking to myself to encourage some physical movement, and I must have nodded-off again ten times at least? Got fed up with it!

Around 06:00hrs, the need for a wee-wee helped me out, and at last, the overly bellied body responded to my commands. I escaped the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, incommodious, grotty recliner, kicking the signs of nocturnal nibbling, crisp packets and an ice-lolly wrapper, as I hobbled to the wee-wee bucket.

The eyes were still heavy-lidded, the spirit unwilling, and I awaited some activity from the grey-cells. The brain kicked in. The carer is due soon: what should I do first? The ablutions methought... but cleared the nibbling-guilty rubbish first. By which time, my intentions had either been forgotten or replaced. 

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Started Doing The Health Checks

Yabbadabbadoo!

Phenomenal, unparalleled, unprecedented and Gobsmacking! 

Super-Smug Mode Engaged!

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Ablutions Abluted Hehe!

A great session compared to yesterday. Fair enough, the usual dropsies were a lot, but of no harm or bother. Toothache is easier; far less painful, as was the brushing. A stand-up wash, too early yet to use the shower. Again, this went without any bother. Drying, medicating and dressing, produced as I say, a few dropsies, but no knocks, stumbles, falls, walking into anything, and my spatial awareness seemed to be spot on this morning? Blimus, something must go wrong before long; this is unnatural? 

Even the legs and feet were looked a lot less battered - and the new blotches are fading. I could see only one new one on the legs near the groin, from those seen on Sunday better this morning?

The legs had regained some weight rather quickly overnight, possibly fluid retention. The skin, particularly the legs, were pale, stramineous, leucous, with a  peakish pallor.

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Chestnut Walk Photographicalisationing

I put the Canon camera battery on charge, and I used the Kodak PixPro to take these photographs from the balcony. I could not believe it... when it steadied the camera, which is a larger one and can be a devil to get decent shots with; Shaking Shaun, Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters, and Saccades Sandra, were all kind to me! 

I'm treating records today! With things that have never happened before:

1) The hardest ever case of dysania I've ever struggled with.

2) The most amazing Health Check results, with the lowest ever Blood Pressure! 

3) The easiest ever Ablution Session!

4) The suspected Clopidogrel marks suddenly beginning to disappear from the legs?

5) The ailments did not interfere or attack while taking photographs of Chestnut Walk (below).

6) Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding at all this morning, for the first time in months!

7) Then the biggest ever Porcelain Throne evacuation since coming out of the hospital, and with no bleeding! (later).

Where was I?  A bit of procrastination crept in there, sorry. Oh, yes, the photos:

Chestnut Walk

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Made a Brew of Thompsons Punjana

I kept changing my mind about which tea to make. My cunctationing and shilly-shallying knew no limits. I even argued with myself about which brew to have? Sad, innit?  I ended up going for Glengettie after all that. Started to get the photos uploaded and sorted for this blogs template. Starting off the post at  08:15hrs - and realised that the morning Carer was a little late. This happened last Monday as well. Some carer had rung in at the last minute to the company, which was not good that late.

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Carer Nichole Arrived

But today, Nichole was only a little bit late; I bet she's copped for some extra calls. ♥ She wasn't her usual self this Monday morning.

My EQ told me she was worried about something, which made me sad, a lovely gal! ♥

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Summoned to the Porcelain Throne!

Aha, at last something didn't go so well - although not disastrous, mind you. I got to the Throne, and the movement began as I was dropping my trews, so I had to rush a bit to get seated in time.

Boy, oh, boy, it was a thick light brown torpedo that flowed, taking a minute to clear the innards! Which it did bloodlessly and painlessly! Yet, It must have been about a foot long and chunky with it! The stick was needed to encourage it to disappear when flushed a few times! So, this session ended up as yet another bit of good luck for me. Pain and bleeding were absent, Harold Haemorrhoids were not bothered by the size of the thing... It was amazingly smooth and easy to clean up too!

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Hristina Arrives To Take My Blood

11:00hrs, my Plbotomy Angel, Hristina came, to take my blood. She'd managed to get a parking space today! Hurrah!  Soon had my blood taken and found time making an effort to chinwag with me while draining my haemoglobin. For the first time ever - (another record was broken today), I had Shuddring Shoulder Shirley had a go at me while Hristina was putting the needle in! It didn't really hurt much, but we had a job to stop the bleeding after the sample was taken. Hey-ho! 

Hristina left on her busy round, and as usual, I sulked a little when she went. Sob!

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Intercom Problems Again Tsk!

The intercom lit up: had I been in another room, I would not have heard it, and the volume is on full as well. Whoever it was filled the screen with his mush, and I could not hear a word he was saying. But the machine went blank while he was talking, so that was that. I think it might have been a call from Kingston Court again, as what bit of background I could see just didn't match up to anything in the Woodthorpe lobby. Huh!

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Scam Call Came in on the Landline

11:30hrs: I could not understand everything he was saying, but I recognised the script he was reading from and his distinct Asian voice; it was the same as last week and the week before when he called to scam me. I put down the phone. Swine!

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I Checked The Blogger Comments

Three had come in. So, I set to answering them. The regulars, Tim Price and Billum. I do love getting them and trying to be witty in reply.

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WordPress Reader Visited

Then, and it's hard to believe I know, but...

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Nosh Prepped & Served

Whoopsiedangleplop! I forgot to put the red, gungo and green beans in the mix!

Absolute Fool, I am!

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Carer Ilia Arrived

After she'd sorted the meds, we had little chinwag. Off she went, disappearing down the hallway, and out to continue her rounds. Sad!

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Evening Thoughts

The body of its own accord begins to transume,

Welts, and blotches, the skin does consume,

No hair left on the head to groom,

Life is like living in a mausoleum,

No pep, drive, hope or vroom,

I've become a bridegroom,

Time to enter my tomb,

Never will, I assume,

Or Wizards broom,

Back to the womb!

Peace does loom,

Oh, I need wee-wee, off I zoom!