Thursday 15th February 2018

Chinese Traditional: 2018年2月15日星期四

0100hrs: Woke with the mind full of arbitrary, salmagundi meanderings, fears and sevidical self-recrimination. Boy, whatever I’d been dreaming about, positively got to me this time.

However, as I moved in an attempt to remove my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I appreciated the lack of interference from Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry and Reflux Roger.  Only stinging from Harold Haemorrhoid and Anne Gyna were active at this time. Very good! Unfortunately, as I got to my feet gingerly, Duodenal Donald started to kick off.

The brain still hadn’t joined with the body in full consciousness yet, but it soon joined in when I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me. Another embarrassing session. Fresh and dried blood from the fungal lesion made things messier and took an awful lot of cleaning up after the Trotsky affected evacuation; that also required extra cleaning up. I’m getting so I dread using the Throne nowadays.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. I realised getting the pots out, I’d missed taking last nights doses. So I just took the Warfarin, Simvastatin and magnesium hydroxide with the morning dosages. Taking an extra Omeprazole to counter Duodenal Donald, who was giving me a good bit of stick now.

Took a photograph of the car parking down below. All looking neat, and, a free space too and as well! Hehe! I couldn’t help but think if this was due to the death of another tenant last week. We seem to be toppling-over at a fair rate of knots recently. I’m not in a hurry, mind. Hehe!

I imagine all these old folks complexes make life easier for the Grim Reaper nowadays. Then again, does the Grim Reaper need a life? Without it, there would be no death, and he would be in a right pickle then, wouldn’t he? I had to terminate my peregrinating thoughts on this one.

Made a mug of tea, on to the computer and updated and finished the Wednesday blog.

The ulcer was not easing off any. I think I might be in for a bad day with it. When I finished the brew, I had a mug of milk, anything to try and help ease the increasing pain. Tsk!

When I went into the kitchen to wash the mug, I realised that the food tray I use was nowhere to be seen? Another mystery! I’d cleaned the pots last night, so the thing must have been taken into the kitchen along with the dishes etc. surely? I looked in anywhere that was capable of my placing the tray into. Bonkersness began to creep into my thoughts, but I could not find that itinerant stray-tray! I gave up searching and returned to the computer with the milk.

Email in from the surgery with INR result, still a little high, but not critical methinks.

Dosages for the next seven days and the next appointment. I send an acknowledging reply, thanking them. Then, made sure I added the appointment-time and date to the Google Calendar and the written diary.

Duodenal Donald was still not getting any more comfortable, so I took few big mouthfuls of the antacid medicine.

I spent about two hours on creating this post, then went into the kitchen to take yet another Omeprazole capsule. But, had the sense not to, having already imbibed one extra earlier in the morning.

 However, I did on this occasion see the crushed fresh cream cake box in the bin, from last night. This got the grey-cells working, and reminded me that after washing the pots from the meal, I took this box with the cakes on the tray to nibble in the chair and catch the crumbs! Back into the computer room but could not see the salva anywhere to start with. When I moved the recliner away from the comfortable chair… There was the tray! Quite how it got down there, I don’t know. But it offered me some exercise, as I had to move the chairs further apart to get to clean up the fallen crumbs from the carpet and chair cover, that I used the tray for in the first place to avoid! Tsk!

I had to go on Chrome to do the WordPress Reading because Firefox will not let me.

Then back to Firefox, because Chrome will not let me save any work in WordPress?

Getting fed-up with this palava! Humph!

0500hrs: Too early for a shower (Noisy for my neighbours), and I have the Morrison delivery arriving twixt 0630 > 0730hrs. So I had a stand-up wash, teggies cleaned, ears oiled, Little Inchies lesion cleaned and medicated, Rear-end-haemorrhoids the same. Pain gelled the shoulders, wrists, fingers, Hippy Hilda, and the knees. Cleaned the glasses and shaved. The medicationalisationing of the tender areas was not enjoyed. (Oooh! Hehehe!)

Duodenal Donald started to ease-up for me. Spur of the moment job in celebration, I decided to mop the wet room and kitchen.

0548hrs: Back on the computer here, and went on to Facebook to catch-up.

0644hrs: Made a brew and watched some YouTube fun while waiting for the fodder delivery from Morrisons.

The ordered goods arrived, and I was glad for once that I had overdone some of the ordering. Like, extra toilet rolls and kitchen towels. Especially now that Trotsky Terence is back with me, and all the extra cleaning and medicating needed for the lesion and Haemorrhoid Harold).

Got them all stored away, and spent a bit more time watching the police video clips.

I went out to the Obergruppenfureresses Warden’s Shed. I like to give them a Polish Sourdough loaf when I can get one from Morrisons, cause they love the bread and it is a little thank you from me.

The information panel in the lobby near the elevators showed 08:45hrs and a warm for February, 5°c.

I felt positively warm as I poddled along Chestnut Walk.

And the sunshine was radiating some heat today

When I got in the shed, both Wardens were busy in their office. So I just handed the bag with the bread over and gave them a ‘Good Morning’ and departed back to the flat.

Taking this photograph of the progress of the centre build new flats.

Not one of my best efforts, but it did come out a little moody, I think.

Back on the twelfth-floor, I came across a pack of 12 Andrex toilet rolls in the hallway. I’d missed them when I put the purchases away. So, with the nine-pack of Morrisons, I’d also bought, that makes 21 toilet rolls to fight the effects of the Trotskies! HaHa!

Had a wee-wee, then made a cuppa.

Updated this post and then went on to CorelDraw to do some TFZer graphicalisationing. Cobblesticks & Humph! After hours of working away happily, Computer problems and I lost everything I’d done! I could have cried or pulled Bill Gates’ head off.

Gave up and got the dinner started!

No idea what I did wrong with the cheesy baked potatoes; but bland and tasteless they were.

And here’s me, once proud of my efforts in making these treats.

Now, a broken man! Hehehe!

Still, the husks, clementine juice and tomatoes were excellent.

I washed the pots and settled down waiting for the Strobe Fire Alarm activation before I got to sleep. But it fooled me tonight and didn’t go off.