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I got a letter from a company requesting information about my brother, owing money. Just the mention of his name often sets me off, but this letter had really got to me, for some reason.
This time I'd really taken it out on myself and for days aftward, my guts reminded me how much they hate me at times.
But, with Tony's help I manage to cope, most of the time.
On Saturday I tried to slice my fingers off last week.
The lawyer stuff is getting to me.
So yes, typing was not easy, after the accident.
I had picked up the circular knife from the floor: the one from 'blade 3'.
It slit my flesh on touch.
when i could see it, it was glad I did not remove the tips of my fingers.
Initially, I'd thought it'd be a two-man job.
Two hours later, I'd proved myself wrong, having successfully seen to my fingers.
I'd woken, actually hungry on Sunday.
'gonna have a portion of fish pie,' I'd said to myself, in a voice kin to Cat, from Red Dwarf.
I never wake hungry... ever.
Yet, before noon, I ate a portion of fish pie, delighted to be able to do so.
I'd made a video regarding what happens when you pick up the circular blade from 'Blade 3', with its blades open.
I'd made the video to amuse myself, finally realising after a week or so that I needed to change the bandages, which I finally had.
I had finally got up to water the tomato plants, discovering to my frustration and annoyance, that the back garden is overgrown.: so, I'd worked away, clearing what I could, before my chest had told me. An yes, I'd needed to rest, goodstyle.
I am so-pleased I've got an interest in food again. It's taken ahile to get here but here I am, for example; canned corned beef, onion, topped with mashed potato and cheese, then placed in the oven at medium heat for about twenty minutes.
When I described it to a friend, she called it, 'Cottage Pie,' which I guess it was, just a version of of it – my version of it.
On Friday, come early morning, my hand went into cramp, turning into claws. It had lasted for hours...
As I type, both hands are working, so I'm able to do as I want.
But I digress, early Saturday I'd been listening to a good story, when all of a sudden, the volume went low. At first I'd checked the settings on the laptop, even going to the trouble of trying the blue-tooth speaker, I 'bought.'
As it transpires, the speakers hadn't worked and, neither did my ears, it seems.
So, not only does my laptop have issues with audio...
Anywhoo... I looked to the corner of the room, where the cable comes in and, there it was again, a pyramid-pile of brick dust. I then went into my Father's room and, looked at the other side of the wall. There it was, a second pile of brick-dust. “Damned ants,” I'd said, to no-one particular.
So, I had struggled into my clothes, made hard by the fact that my hand still were still not working a hundred per cent. Anywhoo... Finally I'd been ready, although typing the knots on my boots had been, interesting to say the least.
Well after my morning, needless to say, when I went out later with Tony, Ant poison had been bought, among all my other purchases.
9There had been a consolation, at the beginning of the journey we'd called in at the local cake-shop, where the produce is excellent, albeit the prices aren't great and, the staff seem diffident. Yet, there are pork & apple pies/slice,
that are particularly to my taste. Well, prior to leaving, I'd been about leave, when the assistant had asked me, “Anything else?”
Looking to Tony, I'd known he knew what I'd be doing next.
“Yes, the other one.”
There had been one more pork & apple-pie/slice, in the window. That too had been placed in a bag, for me.
So all-in-all, the day hadn't been too irksome...
Tuesday morning, early morning, I woke sweat dripping from my forehead, my pillow wet beneath my head. Sweeping damp hair from my face, looking at my right lower arm and the back my hand, the patches of bruises were greater and, more vivid, worrying me somewhat.
Needless to say, it needed thought and attention.
Thus it was, at eleven I made an appointment for a set of bloods, having been late for my previous one. But, the bruising meant attention was to be sought; well, I'd got the tests, at a time I wanted.
Meanwhile, I am plodding round the home, in robe, socks and longjohns: though I feel too hot, my skinny legs get cold.
Anywhoo... Chapter Three of 'Ferry Into Barrenland' is finally effin finished and, I'm back to making my 'little videos.'
AND, better still, after a doze, prior to finishing this, I awoke and it was cooler: heck, it was actually quite peasant, for awhile.