Monday 15 May 2017
Icelandic: Mánudagur 15 Maí 2017
0215hrs: Rose out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way to the Porcelain Throne. A long, long session this first one today. Got some of the ‘Emotions’ book reread. The movement was far less than of late, but resistant to my needs, although still Pebbledash quality. Cleaned things and me up and into the kitchen to make a cuppa.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room and got them machine going. Back up to the home.
Took the morning medications, not realising it was so early.
Down and moved the things into the dryer.
The view from outside the foyer door was photographicalised.
Onto the computer and finished off the last diary for yesterday.
Google Chrome keeps going unresponsive, and I have to close it and all other programmes and restart – then it does it again! Grumph! Does it each and every time I try to go on Facebook!
Then I did the Health Check Print-Out for last week.
I think things looked okay.
Noticed the, er… aroma shall I call it, from the Porcelain Throne room seemed to have permeated into the rest of the flat’s rooms. Foul and followed me all over, even when I went down twelve floors to the laundry room! Nose blocked today, maybe that has something to do with it. Seem to be endlessly spraying air freshener over everywhere, without any success?.
Down to retrieve the clothing.
Why or how I had not noticed before beats me, but I realised how few clothes I’d actually taken down to be washed?
I’d unaccountably started two laundry bags and taken only one down! Nincompoop, idiot and simpleton spring immediately to mind as a description of me?
Up one last time to the flat. The first thing needed to be was to visit the Porcelain Throne… what a phoo too! Hehe! More disinfectant splashing and fresh-air spraying ensued!
Must remember today is the INR Blood Test at the City Hospital. I’ll try a walk there again like last week, a slow, steady walk. Put the nibbles in the bag while I thought of it, and the Anticoagulation form in the jacket pocket.
While searching got the things, I came across the leaflet about Tuesday being available for us to go and talk to someone in the Community Shed about out preferences for the new colour scheme for the flats.
I don’t mind what colour they are, but will vote for the dark brown I think, because I can’t see others opting for it. That is of course if I remember to go.
Started this off, in between Google Chrome crashing and having to rest everything – getting miffed with this. I must try to find someone who can come to the flat and fix it for me if possible?
Then is dawned on me. Will I manage to get to the hospital without any Accifauxpa in the emissions department? Fingers crossed and safety pants on I think.
To the Porcelain Throne once more, much wind and rumbling but little action. Although much stinky-poos I’m afraid. While I sat there, a mental picture of the dream, I had earlier adumbrated into my mind for few seconds. I was in the back of a lorry, had a uniform on and playing cards with some other soldiers, each one from a different army and time period…? Was this from a dream? Or did the pain of the Throne session warp the mind? Hehehe!
Got ready and did the ablutions – spent ages trying to get to every crevice to feel cleansed. Creams, medications and deodorants applied afterwards, but the smell still seemed to have lingered.
Got dressed up well, I still can’t find the umbrella. Naturally, it was raining as I left the foyer.
Up by the magnificent looking Copse along the gravel path, taking my time and enjoying the wildlife and fauna as I poddled along.
Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and even Duodenal Donald were being gentle with me, bless em!
I was under some trees looking up at the branches trying to locate a bird singing away but could not.
But I got a shot of this young lady as she cycled along the footpath with her child in a chair on the crossbars.
Some friendly dogs around that let me fuss them a bit, enjoyed that.
Out and up the hill, and this gentleman came by from behind and gave me a start.
Over the crest and down to the traffic lights to cross over and onwards down to Valley Road.
The rain started to come a lot harder.
But no signs of interest from Diarrhea Derek bothering me, that was another good sign.
Down the hill and looked back as this Herbert rode a little close to me for my liking. I’m pleased to report that the motorist turning into the side road gave the Pavement Cyclist a toot on his horn and made him wobble… and I just caught him in mid-wobble!
Turned left and crossed the two-stage Pelican Lights over to the other side of the dual carriageway.
The wildflowers and weeds on the verges looked so fresh in the new rain.
I came across these Daisies that were bigger and larger than any I have ever seen, Bootiful they were.
I reckon the bigger ones were up 4 inches wide?
I spotted this Pavement Cyclist (No problem with him at all, and the traffic was very heavy on the road), so saw him coming towards me and moved out of his way.
By gum, he was moving.
Realised the rain had almost stopped as I took this photographicalisation.
A few hundred yards further on the drizzle turned back into torrential rains – not that it bothered me too much mind – I was that wet anyway it would have been hard to get wetter without throwing myself into the stream further on, nearby.
I leant over the bridge and looked down into the stream or Brook whatever it was.
There were not many tings that had not been deposited in it along this stretch. Railings, shopping trolley and baskets, fag packets, Coke cans, Condoms, someone’s jacket, etc. A bit sad really.
As I approached the GUM clinic entrance, the rain increased, even more, it belted down! They could not help with my request for a date for the op but would let me know ASAP and reminded me I am still on the Standby List and do I still want to be on it? I said yes and thanked them.
Out into the wet rain and hobbled as fast as I could manage to the Phlebotomy Department, took the ticket and had a go at the Crosswords. The nurses were back in the proper Bay Area now, so it did not take them long to clear the queue, and I was in and being done in less than fifteen minutes! The nurse had a job stopping the vein bleeding again, but it didn’t bother her. Gave the nurses nibbles to her, thanked her and asked which way if there is one, can I go to get out at the other end of the site using inside corridors to avoid the rain? She explained to me, and I was off.
I was soon lost.
I eventually got to Edwards Lane and back up into Sherwood, through the Park and back down to the flats. Soaked through I was! Hehe!
Met Jenny and Frank, then Olive in the foyer and had a chinwag.
Then up to the flat and amazingly, did not need a visit to the Porcelain Throne! Watch it now, I’ll probably get Constipation next… Tsk, Hehe!
An hour updating this diary, and then I did have to visit the Throne, not a bad session at all.
Bravely I tried Facebooking, fully expectant of the Computer freezing or just becoming unresponsive.
Which it did, and I gave up.
Got some fodder ready and did my best to eat it all.
The recent return of hunger had gone again now?
However, afterwards, in between nodding off sessions and I failed to view the DVD (Last of the Summer Wine Christmas Specials), I did nibble on some naughty snacks. Crisps Marmite, chocolate bar and rice peas.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a few visits.
Did the ablutions, took the medications and got the head down to sleep… which within about five hours I achieved! Humph!