Friday 23rd March 2018
Maltese: Il-Ġimgħa 23 ta ‘Marzu 2018
0155hrs: Woke-up, stomach feeling bloated. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without any problems, and off for a wee-wee. The lesion was bleeding badly. No doubt the low INR warfarin reading having something to do with it. Decided to get caught up with the laundry duties. I’ll get a quick wash going, and put the things in the dryer when done. Then and start another quick wash and when that one is completed, add that to the others in the dryer. I can get caught up that way. With all the recent Nottingham City Homes jobs done and the extra medical appointments, I have enough dirty clobber to fill the machine twice. Messy, but must be done. Out with the first bag and into the lift.
Down and getting out of the lift by 0208hrs!
No messy-about this morning, I seemed to have been gifted vitality, vigour and verve? Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis no bother at all. Duodenal Donald and the innards were the only things giving me any hassle, and this was slight. Yet again, a different pensioner waked up than the one yesterday!
Got the machine going and nipped outside to take a photo of Chestnut Way.
Back up to the flat and got the weekly tablet dosage pots sorted out.
In a flash, I was going back down with the second bag of washing. Got the just cleaned stuff into the drier, and restarted another quick cycle with the clothes I’d taken down this time.
And boy did that washing machine shake, rattle and nearly roll off of its plinth.
The noise must have been heard on the floor above. When I put my hand on the top of it, it dimmed the sound a bit, and I stayed holding it until the spin cycle had stopped.
I kept on shaking for a while though. Hehe!
Back up again to the apartment.
Made a brew of Olde English Tea in the little cup, and when I got the milk out of the fridge, saw the two remaining Morrison’s vegetable Moussaka meals. The one I tried last night, tasted okay. But there was far too much courgettes and aubergines in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love these veggies, but they are on my barred list of foods from the Haematology and Anticoagulation Clinic. Had there been just a little of them, it would have been fine. But there was an awful lot. So, I dare not risk eating anymore. I shall seek a vegetarian living in the flats, or see if Jenny would like to have them.
Back down to the laundry room again and got the second load from the washer and added it to the others in the dryer.
Popped out of the foyer and took this semi-moody photograph of the rain covered Chestnut Way.
Up once again in the lift to the flat.
Had a wee-wee, and as I was taking this photograph. It dawned on that I had received no interest from the innards regarding a Porcelain Throne requirement?
I refilled the laundry bag with air spray, topped up the crystals and soap capsules tub ready for the next laundry session. I took it into the spare room and spotted this pigeon on the hoist supports, with its head down, bless. How his eyes opened so quickly when I took the picture, to enable me to catch them open surprised me. The camera did flash, though.
Where will they sleep when the scaffolding comes down? Plenty of droppings piling up on the bars. Hehe!
I made another brew, had a wee-wee, washed the pots from last night and started the computer and did some prep work.
It was soon time for me to go down to the laundry room again, to collect the clothing and clean the machines and filter.
There were two new information signs up on the notice board in the lift foyer area. They sort of shouted out the messages. I got a headache reading them! Hahaha!
A tenant arrived in the laundry room as I was emptying the dryer of clothes and things.
She is one who has a washing machine in their flats and just needs to facilitate the dryers in our laundry room.
We chatted (Me mostly) and had a laugh or two. When the lady checked the filter on the other dryer next to the one I was using. You should have seen the fluff in it! I’ve never seen it so full. We said our farewells, and off she went back up to her flat. I noticed after she had gone, a sign on the dryer she was using read: ‘Fault, please close the filter door’. Good job I was there because otherwise, she would have come down again in an hour to find her washing still wet. I was so glad to able to do something to help someone at last and be there at the time. I pressed the door too until it clicked, and the machine started working again on its own.
I got the things folded, then into my laundry bag.
Guess what… Another odd sock! Damnations!
I cleaned the drums, sink and surfaces, and set off to the elevator.
0419hrs, and 6°c – 42.8°f indicated on the electronic information board. I thought I’d done well to get it all finished by now.
But, of course, there were still many jobs I would have done by now, had I not done the laundry, that still needed doing, so my chirpiness wained a little. Hehe!
Got in the apartment, and stored the washing away. Had a wee-wee.
Got the Health Checks done. Sys, Dia and pulse all down a bit, after being high for a few days.
Took the medications with a cup of milk. As I grabbed the carton of liquid, it gave way, and the milk shot put all over the fridge, floor and me. Got it cleaned up with just one difficulty involved. Getting back up after I’d wiped the stuff off of the floor tiles.
Back to the computer. Updated this post.
I feared the worst when the Porcelain Throne was at last needed. For there have been no rumbling or grumblings from the stomach at all. Just a feeling that things were distended. I need not have worried. Solid and heavy, yes, but no bleeding or straining whatsoever. Out of the ordinary maybe, but a welcome change in the evacuationalistical department. Phew!
Started the ablutions early again today. Cause the bloke says, he is calling at 0900hrs to do the panelling under the balcony doors. We’ll see.
No idea when the holes and plastering repairs will be done.
Got the ablutions tended to. The medicationalisationing went well too.
Got the Moussaka meals and poddled to the Temporary Oberbruppenfureress Wardens Offices and Social Shed. Where, much to my delights, Jenny was setting up the things for the sale later today. She looked grand but was having trouble with her back again. We had a nattering session, and she took the Moussaka meals off my hands for me.
The rain had stopped, but more was forecast on the radio when I was shaving, and tonight they said to expect down to -4°c (24.8°f). Brr! And all those holes in the wall and windows as well! Grumph!
The Willmott-Brown lads were up on the hoist again, dangerous work.
Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee and continued to update this post.
0925hrs: Big John upstairs was clattering about noisily again. And, the work chap who promised he’d be here for 0900hrs, still had not arrived!
I visited the WordPress comments and replied to them. Then on to the WordPress Reader.
Tried to go on Facebooking. It let me post some photos to the albums, but so slowly. I tried TFZing, but the thing just crawled almost to a stop. I’ve asked a bloke to have a look. He might see me on Wednesday PM.
The work bloke arrived around 1015hrs and set to work. Obergruppenfhureress Warden Julie paid a visit just before he said he had to finish, and had to shoot off quickly and was sorry for the mess he had to leave. He did rehang the curtains for me, though.
I got the mushroom in the saucepan simmering with balsamic vinegar and a pinch of onion salt. Then got the chips int the oven cooking.
Carried on with updating this post.
Then when the fodder was ready, I got it served up.
Mixed results came from this meal. The potato croquettes were bland and tasteless 2/10, The skinless sausages bitter 0/10 (Not eaten), the tomatoes fair at 6/10, apple slices 6/10, the mushrooms good at 8.8/10. The canned pork knuckle gets a 9.25/10, excellent!
Did the Health Checks etc..
The regular fatigue hit me, I put the plate down, turned on the TV and fell asleep.
I woke to the accompaniment of what appeared to be klaxons sounding. I just caught hearing the end of them. I was confused somewhat, never having listened to this sound before. I had no idea of course, what it was or where it came from. I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took the food tray with me into the kitchen and dropped them in the washing-up bowl and took a look out of the window to see if any emergency vehicles were on site that may have been the reason for this klaxon sounding. But the new layout of the window meant I could not see the ground below at all. I went to check the front door, no sounds were emanating from out there. I began to think I might have heard the alarm in a dream. I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Back to the recliner and had a super-painful toe-stub against the cracked plaster on the frame. I never discovered if the noise was real or dreamt.
Head down again, sleep dawned and off into blissful rest.
Not for long. Woke again and the warm-wet sensation from the lower regions indicated that I needed to change the PPs. Reluctantly I escaped from the recliner… and trod on a small lump of concrete or cement whatever from the window workings! This made me jump and sod-me – I stubbed the same flipping toe against the Ottoman!
It’s not been a particularly good day. Hehe!