Saturday 14th May 2016

It’s hard to express the feelings I felt when I woke up this morning (0500hrs): Sullied, soiled, contaminated, begrimed and unchaste all seemed to fit the bill, along with the primary sensations of trepidation and unshakable anxiety. Why?

However, I forced myself to lower the shuddering recliner chair and attend the porcelain after a couple of minutes of deep and pitifully inadequate philosophicalisationing. The hiatus of making use of the throne prompted me to take an EntroLax pill along with the cuppa and medications I took shortly afterwards. Had a bit of a job stopping the blood flowing (Another pair of jammy-bottoms for the wash), from Little Inchy and Haem Aroids. However, Anne Gyna, Rea Flux and the right wrist and arm were being kind to me, so this cheered me up a minuscule I think.

While making the brew, bits, or rather sensations, about the dreams returned to me, they were not nice and I think shame was the overriding feeling?

Overall, I was not in a good condition mentally. Then, the flaming dizzies started, Tsk! Still, they didn’t last for too long. Then, more hassle, clearing the pots I’d left drying on the sink drainer, I dropped a cup, well, mug and now have only one unchipped mug left! Hehe! I’ll have to get another one later when I go to take the clothes and stuff to the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Hey-ho!

On the laptop and finished off the Friday diary and started this one off, did some graphics. Then did mucho Facebooking and it let me post okay this time. Some lovely messages and comments today.

Got the bags ready for the Hospice shop. Had a spit and polish, made sure I’d got the camera, mobile phone (Not that anyone rings me like, but I might have needed it for calling for help?). The hearing aids in, the little notepad of reminders, etc. and then did my ablutions and set off on me mini circular walk to the shops and back.

According to the NCC, Winchester Street has the second highest road gradient in Nottingham, and I certainly believed them when I walked back up to the flats today.

Good job I didn’t have a lot of weight to lug up it. But I do consider, although apparently I can’t run anymore, that little struggle to get up the 1-3 gradient stretch actually does me some good, and try to tackle it at least once a week?

Setting off out of the building and up the gravel footpath and halfway up I stopped, not through fatigue but to photograph a brave little flower forcing its way through to search for the sunshine.

I observed that the insects in and amongst the grass were beginning to move frantically about for some reason?

Up into the Woodthorpe Park and down onto Mansfield Road. Stopped again for a while, to watch the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball. Plenty of canines around and not one barking?

Walked down the hill into Sherwood and called to drop off the items at the Hospice Shop.

Then down further to the Wilko store, where I had a good rummage for some teacups, well, mugs anyway. I got three of different sizes. The offer on the Dettol had finished, but they had one on Blitz towels twin pack at £1.79, so I grabbed one.

Next port of call a visit to the Polish Continental shop. I got a loaf of bread and four thick slices of smoked belly pork with garlic stuffing and peppers. (I can’t help it, it’s delicious!)

Set off for Winchester Street and up the hill of doom… Today the weeds and plants were forcing their way through the fences and railing.

 

The Dogwood weed, I think it is called was looking so radiant and proud as its white flowers bloomed.

My being a Towny for so many years, now I’m almost settled at Woodthorpe Court in the semi-countryside, I have the pleasure of discovering these plants and weeds.

The way they force their way through obstacles never ceases to amaze me.

Also seeing how the young shoots (If that’s the right word) seem to copy their elders and come through the fence panels alongside them as in the last picture above intrigues me.

I pressed on up and back to the apartments, feeling a bit tired and weary but proud of forcing myself to have a bit of an extra exercise.

Visited the WC. Then put away the purchases.

 

I couldn’t help but think to myself; “How long before I drop one of the mugs?

Ah well, I can have two visitors at once now and give them both a nice strong cuppa. Hehe!

Got the laptop on and updated this diary.

Then got the medication pots sorted.

This took over an hour and many dropped tablets and pills encouraged naughty words to emanate from my mouth I’m afraid.

To the throne and much bleeding and pain resulted, but at least I was going again, so no complaints.

I got the cold meal prepared and very tasty it was too. All good, bread nice, mushrooms okay, pickled eggs, tomatoes and the belly pork was so appetisingly tangy flavoured.

Took the medications.

While eating it, I realised I’d not got the Alert Wrist Alarm on and I went to the bathroom to fetch it… Oh dear! Spent hours looking for it without any success.This really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday.

The recliner stuck and I thought “Hello, that’s the end of this then!” But it started going again, this was repeated a few more times over the night.

Losing the alarm really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday. And then, only if the were not ‘doing’ another complex.

I tried to watch a Jonathan Creek DVD, but kept getting thoughts of where the Alert Alarm might be and kept getting up to search: During these numerous independent searches I went through the laundry bag again, bathroom nooks, all the clothes pockets hanging in the hallway, kitchen drawers and bins, looked under all the furniture, shelves and drawers in the front room, checked all the shopping bags, all without luck or resolution.

Washed the pots up, (and even checked in all the saucepans for the alarm) and another call to the Throne came, even worse this one, Little Inchy joined in with Haem Aroids bleeding this time!

Getting myself a bit het up by now, and felt a bit down.Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.

Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.

I think I was awake more often than asleep, fretting away. Tsk!