Wednesday 21st February 2018
Haitian Creole: Mèkredi 21 Fevriye 2018
0145hrs: I woke up irritated with myself, for not being able to recall any details of the dream-filled night. Just feelings of them all being of frustrations and humiliations?
As lay there on the £300 second-hand recliner, pondering on whether I should get up or not, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards encouraged me to exit the chair immediately and make my way to the Porcelain Throne post haste.
Getting out of the recliner, I trod on a cheese curl, from the nocturnal nibbling, making a jolly right mess to clean up.
In a rush to get to the wet room, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.
I got in, panicky, thinking I might not make it in time, I whipped off the Protection Pants, and the blood sprayed all over the place from my breaking the dried blood from Inchies Lesion. The floor, my jammies and feet, the sink, the bowl, the toilet rolls and medications, the wall, all got sprayed. Oh, I was in a right pickle!
Which got even worse, when I didn’t make it in time! Feeling frustrated, irritated and embarrassed. The evacuation was Trotsky affected too.
By the time I had cleaned everything up, it was 0240hrs! Antisepticated, all areas, mopped up, cleaned the wall, floor, me and new PPs adorned. In a way, I was glad that these Whoopsies had occurred close to each other and early in the day, and foolishly thought things would undoubtedly improve. What a plonka!
To the main room, and cleared up the crushed cheesy curl mess.
Well pleased with myself, with my getting things sorted and cleaned up. I took this photo of me in the front room waving to you all in the reflection of the window, with the outside view, scaffolding, lights etcetera as a backdrop; before going to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
The sphygmomanometer again refused to work several times before it did so.
A slight rise in febrility and the Sys was still just a little low. But none of the readings perplexed me.
All the time lost with the cleaning up from the Whoopsiedangleplops bothered me though. This meant less time to get these diaries, WordPress Reading and Facebooking done before I had to get to the surgery for the Harold Haemorrhoids examination and Warfarin blood test done. Then I realised the appointments started at 1020hrs, not the usual 0800hrs, so panic over.
I made a grand tasting drink of Extra Strong English Breakfast tea, in the new second-hand mug.
I love this mug, cause it is cumbersome but heavy, so less chance of knocking it over when I get the shakes, the handle is easy to use, and I think it keeps the brew hotter for longer.
Took it with me to the computer, and started to update the Tuesday post and get it finished and posted on on WordPress.
Checked the emails and comments via Gmail. Then made a start on this diary.
Went to the WordPress Reader. Of course, this meant closing Firefox and opening Chrome, cause Firefox will not let me access the reader on WordPress for some reason, and then back to Firefox, because Chrome will not let me save any work on WordPress! I blame Bill Gates! Hehe!
Went on to Facebooking next.
Had to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done them. Got them done with time to spare. So I sorted the three bags of waste out and took them to the refuse chute on the way out.
Got in the lift and was greeted with dried mud on the floor. I hadn’t noticed that yesterday.
I poddled to the Obergruppenfurhresses Cabin. Meeting Mary from the 6th floor en route and we had a little natter as we plodded along.
I popped into the hut to inform either Warden Julie and or Deana that I had put their Thursday nibbles (Sourdough bread and bottle of water) in the fridge for them yesterday, earlier than usual. But neither was present or available. There were some blokes from the heater makers getting ready to lie to anyone who attended and tell them how reliable and cheap to run they were. Tsk! Welsh William, Roy and two unknown to me tenants as well.
I departed and set off on my hobble into Sherwood, then Carrington to the surgery for my blood test and Harold Haemorrhoid examination.
Only a little walk for me today. The red line is where I caught the bus back into Sherwood. The blue lines indicate the walk from the flats to Sherwood, then to Carrington for the medicationalisationing. Hehehe!
Another gloomy day looked to be in the offing as I got part way down the Winchester Street Hill.
I appreciated how it seemed so quiet. When a dirty-great lorry passed, and the driver jammed his vehicles anchors on, and I didn’t hear him.
I’d forgot to put the Hearing Aids in again! Sad really!
A little further down the hill, I saw the gates that I think come out at the end of the secret pathway from opposite the apartments. I wish I could find out for sure somehow.
I have inquired of the other tenants who had lived there longer than me, but they didn’t know the path existed at all.
Got onto Mansfield Road and turned left up to the incline.
Had a nosey come window shopping at a few stores en route.
Up to the crest and over the hill. The plates of meat were stinging.
Where amazingly, I remembered to look for the flowers in a garden that I promised Orbb, a friend on the internet, I’d take a photo of them if they were out.
But they were not in bloom. Although, buds were forming on the bush already.
The ailments were all being kind to me.
Onwards and down to the surgery. Where I made an unfortunate discovery. Nurse Nicole will no longer be working anymore at this surgery! My mood changed to one of instant depression!
I booked myself in and sat down, got the crossword book out, but could not concentrate properly. The appointment time came and went. Then the nurse consulted the reception staff, who had to call me several times before I heard them. The new nurse was not in a happy mood at all, her running behind and me forgetting the hearing aids was terrible enough. When she heard I’d also forgotten the Anticoagulation Clinic form that I should fill in each week as well… I was given the “You old prat’ sneer and treatment and was told off several times. She reminded me not to forget things next week, in no uncertain terms. Oh, dearie me! I felt like I’d been given a threnody. Tsk!
I departed and joined the waiting area for Harold’s problems to be sorted. Then found out it was not this week. I did feel a right fool again!
Feeling elegiac, and dejectedly melancholy, I left the nibbles on the desk for the receptionists and departed.
I was feeling so low that it didn’t bother me; this car being parked on the pavement. I crossed the road and caught a bus back into Sherwood. Dolorous, and annoyed with my self.
Off the bus and morosely over the crossing and limped up over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
Up the footpath. Hardly any dogs or people about today. I hobbled, still depressed with how things had gone, and to the top and turned right where the Tree Copse was.
The Copse cheered me a little, as I noticed some greenery coming through.
I pressed on and down the muddy gravel pathway, to the entrance to the flats.
I didn’t see a soul anywhere. No workers, no wardens, no residents.
Got in the apartment and took a wee-wee. Did the Health Checks, took the medicines and pain gelled the tender areas.
I cheered a bit more when I remembered I had the beef ready meal and some chips to have for the nosh later.
Got the computer going and updated this rubbish to here.
Then did the Morrison order for next Thursday, St David’s Day.
Health Checks and medical needs tended to.
Not the best of days for me.
But I did enjoy the Asda ready made Minced Beef Hotpot. Despite the meal being so unhealthy, according to the intake listing showing three in red! The annoying thing about it was they were on offer at 3 for £6.
Which means I have to eat all three before they go out of date!
But, the taste was delicious. I’ll have to eat more healthy noshes in between having these I suppose? Tsk!
I had a rinse and removed the plaster that the frightening surgery nurse had applied after taking the blood from the arm. I’ve never had such a bruise after a blood test before!
Still, no pain with it at all.
I washed the pots and got settled to watch some more ‘New Tricks’ DVD episodes. Stayed awake for both of them, then turned to the TV to watch ‘Law & Order’. First set of commercials and I was off into the land of nod!