Post 280: I’m not supposed to stay in bed, but I do.
I’m really looking forward to my guests today. I haven’t seen them since the infamous back flip off the kitchen chair on Christmas Day, when I up-staged everyone and made the ensemble worry like hell.
But today I hope to avoid all catastrophes.
Big Sis and Bro-in-law are coming down initially for a chat and to take me out for a tea or two, and later, after my Darling has rested some after work, so we can enjoy a take away. More about how that goes tomorrow.
My day yesterday was a day of bed-sitting.
Reading, eating and watching tv was all I did.
Who cares? I certainly don’t.
My neck is now the biggest problem and is like a badly strained muscle on my right-hand side at the back of my neck, and the other is…
Dozing off.
I’ve started rubbing the cream for my shoulder on the back of my neck and a bit of oramorph, too, when necessary.
Can we just hold up a minute.
I want to edit the bloody Oramorph — that always comes up with a red line under it, just like the school teachers corrected my spelling at school again. So…
[Can I change, nay, abbreviate this word Oramorph to morph.
Firstly, because it still fits better and can still be understood, and best of all doesn’t have a bloody red line under it.]
Thanks for your understanding in my attempt to navigate the English grammar issues I’ve never come to terms with. 
While I’ve been moaning about my neck and napping today, I’ve enjoyed a rotation of a new book I’m reading, the naps, the Korean dramas and the pills and pee stops in a circulatory rhythm that’s kept me interested in everything, rather than concentrating on one.
Of course, I’ve been flipping through the forum too.
I was given some advice lately by a regular on the forum and had a look at the other forum that suits my position as an incurable.
Doesn’t that sound intriguing? Incurable.
Anyway, there’s an incurable forum where incurables from every forum, every cancer incurable is welcome, which I’d like to make time for, but I would prefer to keep on top of the PCF’s (prostate cancer forum) issues. I’m scared to open a Pandora’s box in the other forum and become weaker as a PCF member.
Oh! the choices we make and the fun we have making them.
Anyway, that’s me for now.
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My dancing index finger on the right is now matched by a dancing left hand when I read a book. I’ve noticed it for a while but, with the thought of having some early onset of Parkinson’s in the darkest corners of my mind, I haven’t mentioned it before. But today it’s bugging me. The crazy shaking is affecting the enjoyment of the autobiography of the England fast bowler that has retired not so long ago from Test cricket and has been an immense part of the team for 20 years. What an amazing career.
But as much as the annoying shakes are, they don’t hurt — not like the bloody neck. Ouch!
I had a haircut, as you know, earlier this week and I feel better for the improvement in my appearance, but I want more.
I want more in the way of a new pair of specs. Spectacles. Glasses.
My dark-edged ones I currently have are making me feel like I am a specky-four-eyes.
I want a lighter colour on my frames to match my hair more. 
It’s probably because my Big Sis got some new specs yesterday so I now need some. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while.
I think the narcissist in me is rearing its beautiful head, when I took a horrible selfie for the blue-badge application — that’s what did it. It was back in November and wasn’t flattering to start with, but the dark outlines of my specks around my eyes made it worse.
So it’s time for new specs; in fact, I’m overdue an eye test.
I must do something about it.
But as you know, I am a bit of a nurdeller — which is the family name for procrastination. So I’ll save that job for later.
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Bugger, bugger, bugger — my tea’s gone cold!
That’s your fault, that is.
I’m blathering on to you about nothing that matters when another sly cup of tea has gone cold. Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!
My Darling surprised me with it as she headed off to work, and I forgot all about it. Bugger!
I have to say it’s nice even now it’s cold because it’s a black tea with the tea-bag briefly left in after the boiling hot water’s wetted it, then quickly, and without a squeeze, it’s flicked out. The bag that is.
There now. I can pop around to anyone’s for a cuppa, now you know how I prefer it.
I’ll be around later after specky-four-eyes has a peek at the glasses downtown.
I’ll text when I’m done.
Thanks.
So it’s goodbye from him, and goodbye from me.
Good night
Good luck
