Saturday 19th November 2016

In Cebuano: Sabado sa ika-19 nga Nobyembre 2016

0215hrs: Jumped awake again, feeling nervous and fretting for some reason?

It was well cold this morning, (58°f in the kitchen), To the wetroom for a heavy duty session that went okay, but Little Inchy was bleeding badly again, more washing to do. Cleaned and medicated the lesion area, that looks to be getting larger and spreading. Much thicker and longer area affected this time compared to the last troubles. Uncomfortable with this. But, let’s not complain cause Roger Reflux and Arthur Itis are being kind to me. Anne Gyna a bit bothersome, though.

Coughing a lot.

Put on some thick clothes, and swapped the one I had on for a much thicker woolly hat.

Put the expensive to run convector heater on. A costly thing to do I know, but it soon had the room warmed up.

I should be getting the mobile oil-filled heater coming today, I just hope I have the tools if it needs any putting together (Wheels, etc.).

Mug of tea and took the medications. Sorted the pots out ready for next week.

0415hrs: Turned off the heater.

I must remember tomorrow at the INR test, to request a prescription for some more Betamethasone cream. Oh, I mean on Monday of course. 

Oh, I meant on Monday of course. 

Got the computer on and did some of the diaries catching up.

Then had a go on Facebook. Did some graphics for TFZers.

Done my ablutions.

Little Inchy tended to again.

Made a cuppa and I could feel the cold through the kitchen window.

Took this shot of the frosty grass beneath.

The flipping temperature in the kitchen had gone down to 57°f now!

I’m hoping the deliveries don’t arrive early now, cause if they do, I’ll have time to nip into Sherwood and get a TV mag and some bread. After yesterday’s indoor all day effort, I need to get a bit of exercise? But am anxious about going out in the cold weather – despite the heatless sun coming out. Radio Nottingham gave out a warning about thigh winds and rain coming too.

Did some word searching, for some to use, later.

Facebooked for hours.

Checked on the Amazon Parcel Tracker site and it told me it had been delivered?

I put channel 801 on the TV and watched it as I got the fodder started off cooking. 801 is the CCTV of the lobby entrance, then I could see when the delivery came and watch them press the panel to ring me to be let in, that was the plan anyway.

Two hours later, the intercom rang. Which confused me at first, cause there was nobody on the screen using the intercom? I answered, and it was the NCH security, telling me that the residents of 72 Winchester Court had called them because they had opened their door and found two parcels addressed to me at 72 Woodthorpe Court outside their door! Marvellous! So another Whoopsiedangleplop I cannot be blamed for!

I made my way down to the foyer, out on Chestnut Grove and up to the Winchester Flats, where surprisingly my fob worked on the door. Up the much better and newer lifts than those in Woodthorpe and to the flat 72. The lady at the door bless her, spoke very low and I had to guess at what she was saying, but I got the bigger of the two boxes that had been left blocking a tenant’s door and somehow managed to get it back to my own place. Stopping very often to catch me breath and have a breather. I got it into the spare room and sat for a few minutes, Anne Gyna playing up something awful now. Back down and to the other number 72 again and collected the heater in the box.

Got it back, called in to see Olive en route. She pointed out that I was lucky that someone had not stolen the boxes. We had a chinwag, and she said her grandson Malcolm would fetch a chair like the one he has got for her for her computer and fit it up for me. She told me to look them up on Argos and give her the number for the one I fancied.She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the little oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.

She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the small oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.

Oh boy, how long do you think it took me to get the wheels attached? Ten minutes, twenty minutes or over an hour due to me keeping losing the nuts repeatedly?

Very pleased with how it works, though. Two power buttons, low and high and a thermostat that I set on 2.5 on the up to 5 scale thingy.

As I got it going, I remembered the cooking, shot into the kitchen in a semi-panic.

Found I had not turned the power on to the cooker, so nothing got burnt. Huh!

Got the beef in bean sauce and potatoes in the oven stirred again and pottered about in the kitchen listening to the radio while it cooked.

Again, with the vegetables I’d cut the onions and peppers into too large a pieces and they were not cooked properly. Fool!

Gratin Potatoes were excellent and tasty.

The knees started to play up, and Anne Gyna was not happy at all with me. The exertions of moving the boxes and wrestling on the floor with the heater assembly were taking their toll on me now.

Tired as I was, sleep, that has been easy over the last week, was resisting me. Read and finished the Quintinshill book and put it with the Clarkson book to take to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. Desperate now, if reading didn’t get me to sleep, and watching the TV failed as well confused me again.

Put a DVD on, and that seemed to work, at last, hours later than usual I drifted off.