Monday 9th April 2018
Macedonian: Понеделник 9 април 2018 година
0325hrs: When I got down in the £300 second-hand Recliner last night, my whole body started to do an odd thing repeatedly. (Unless I had fallen asleep and dreamed it) I was nodding-off, for a few minutes, later, waking up with a start. The next nod-off would be half-an-hour or so, and I’d jump back into life with enthusiasm again, nodding-off, for a few minutes… This sequence repeated for hours and hours. I sense I managed to have some fearful dreams in there somewhere; until I decided I’d had enough and got up.
Exiting the recliner seemed more relaxed than usual, and off I went to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was trouble free – no bleeding no mess! Now I was worrying, this is not typical for me!
My mind was full of contrariness, a polarity of thoughts that made me apprehensive and agitated.
Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks, the sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
Made a small mug of the delightfully tasting Olde English tea, and got the medications taken.
Straight onto updating and finishing off the Sunday diary.
Then, I made a start on this one.
Many breaks for a wee-wee later, I made a note to remind me to ask Doctor Vindla if I can go back on the water-tablets for a while. The legs had bloated again.
I went to the medical drawer in the kitchen to see if I might have some of the Furosemide tablets left in there. But no. I didn’t expect there would be any and chastised myself for the even bothering to look.
A mist seemed to be coming down.
As I stood looking at the scene outside, the mind tormented me, with fears, jealousies and self- disgust at my inability to cope with current stress. The chemist, bank, surgery, computer-man, plasterer, Willmott-Dixon and all sorts of things permeated my poor twisted and possibly demented mind. Where do I get help from?
Back to the computer and downloaded the pictures to use later.
An hour and a half later, it was getting much lighter outside. The mist seemed to be thickening and lingering on.
I went on the Commenting on WordPress. But there weren’t any made.
I went back to the Sunday post and sent it off to Facebook, Google etc.
Went to the WordPress Reader section. Some great stuff on there today.
I had an idea for a funny poem and set about creating it straight away. I’ve called the ode, “Sometimes…” It’s no masterpiece, but a bit of fun.
Ablutions were tended to. No cuts while shaving, not bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and only the tiniest spots from Little Inchies Lesion. (More good stuff, I’m not used to this you know!)
I got the waste bins sorted. While tipping one into another one, some gunk fell out… and landed in the already lined third bin. (Blimey, I’m getting some unparalleled Hatzlachah Rabbah today. I’m even more worried now!) It could have landed anywhere, but fate decreed it to fall unwontedly into another black bag. I took the three black bags to the waste chute, then returned to the apartment. Then did my ingeminating routine. Checked the taps, windows, doors, had I got the hearing aids in and the right glasses on my head. Was I wearing the shoes and not slippers, the bus pass in my pocket? Computer off, wet room checked, had I turned off the shower-power, kitchen tap off, oven off, fridge and freezer doors closed to… the usual checks that I fail miserably to carry out as a rule.
Down and out into dark filled sky above. Down Chestnut Grove, avoiding the lorries, tractors and workmen milling around. To the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ, come Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast room, Social Shed and Meeting Hut.
The doors were ajar when I arrived, and the instant I stepped through the threshold, my EQ told me to be careful, cautious and wary. An underlying atmosphere/mood of building tension was evident and substantial, according to my EQ, that is. Although I could not identify where this was emanating from, I listened and absorbed this message. Just saying ‘good morning’ with a smile as I passed Obergruppenfurer Warden Deana and Obgefrieteress Warden Julie through their open office door. I went to the other end of the room at sat quietly and got the crossword book out. The room soon filled a little, Roy, the appealingly-nice Cyndy, the nice lady from the 4th floor, Shirley and three others, then Welsh William arrived. After a while, an enjoyable gossiping session started. We all moved out to the bus stop, and further little natters started off. The young lady from the Care Home arrived and made a bee-line for me. Bless her cotton socks. I reckon I’m the only person that listens and talks to her. She has now got her next Januarys holiday booked in the Mediterranean again. It is essential that she gains weight to be allowed to go. I gave her a nibble bar.
A few of us got on the Bestwood Bound L9 bus, the one that goes down to Sherwood en route. I had few more words with her, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill, bade the gal farewell, and she told me to take care. Lovely natured girl, especially with how she copes with her problems.
As I made my way along Mansfield Road into Carrington, and to the Pharmacy to collect my prescriptions Hopefully.
I took this photographicalisation across from Haydn Road; the overcast sky blocked out so much that one can usually see in the distance from this spot. You can view and recognise Nuthall and the motorway traffic at times, on a bright day.
I was amazed at how little bother was being dished-out my Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna as I plodded on. However, Hippy Hilda was not so keen on my walking so fast this morning.
A farther up over the hill on Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I stopped at my favourite bit of walling on the route. The earth/soil behind this retaining erection is about nine feet deep. I’ve often wondered how it had not collapsed yet? I moved on sharpishly after taking this picture. Haha!
I pressed on hobbling to the chemists.
I looked this up on Google Maps later, the whole walk was only 0.9 of a mile.
But I can assure you, it took me far longer than the 17 minutes as indicated on the map by Google. Hehe! Not by a long flaming way! I think you have to add-on nearly thirteen-minutes at least, to the forecast to get the right, actual time it took me.
Not that I was in a rush. Even with Mr Clipboard supposedly calling at the flat to inspect the Willmott-Dixon destroyed carpets in every room of the flat, again.
I perused a few shop windows and took in clouds that were blotting out the sky.
When I arrived at the Pharmacy, I entered and went to the counter. Where I stood, standing for ages, well, over five minutes at least.
Deepak’s (the owner) wife was at the back of the store in a dispensing corner with a bloke. And that is where they both stayed for the long duration of my visit.
Eventually, a tall young lady came from the back and asked me what I wanted. I gave her my name and off she went to the racking where the prepared medicines ar store. She stayed there for five more minutes then returned to confirm my name, then went off in search of the prescriptions again.
Three minutes later (I kept looking at the time on their clock), she returned with the bag of medications for me, rechecked my name and address, and released them to me. Turned away and rejoined the other two at the back of the store.
I forced a polite(ish) Thank you from my lips and went off to the bus shelter and waited for one to lift my back to Sherwood. I had a sudden appreciation of the Pensioner-Bus-Pass, as I stood awaiting the arrival.
On the bus, once again I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats. But today, unlike on Friday, I got up with relative ease when the time came to alight the vehicle. A fair bit of pain, though. Tsk!
I had rush a little more than Anne Gyna was happy with me doing, to get to the bus stop over the road. Just in case the L9 arrived early. It was late, but I had a natter and laughed with the two lady tenants waiting with me. The 4th-floor lady and one from Winchester Court. I was then in a better mood than I have been for several days, suddenly too? The first lady pointed out how she was let down by the Sherwood Chemist, and she had moved to another pharmacy now.
When we got ‘home’, the lady was kind enough to walk along slowly at my rate of knots, and she told me some tales of her and her hubbies NHS nightmares. We shared farewells and good wishes as she got off the lift on the fourth level.
I got in through my front door (I suppose it had to be the front door come thinking about it, I haven’t got a back door, Hehehe!) and got the medications sorted out.
Broch! Darnations, tiddlywinks and sod-it! There was none of the haemorrhoid cream in the bag! I could spit! This disappointing let-down put me back on a downer again! Thanks, Dr Vindla or the Deepak the Chemist, whichever one let me down again!
With a degree of disconsolateness, I got on the computer and added some to the Morrison order for Thursday! I found one a bit cheaper, with the brand name of ‘Care’. I hope it isn’t any less effective than the ‘Anusol’ one, that should have been on my prescriptions, because that one is not effective either. I hope!
Who is left to fail me, crap on me, ignore me, lie to me, bully me, threaten me, mock me, laugh at me, cheat me, ruin my carpets, let me down… Calm down you silly old yold!
Went to make a brew-up.
I thought I made a decent job of this shot from the kitchen window. Considering I can no longer get the camera out; apart from through the three inches with it threaded through the gap and not be able to see the viewer once it is out. I reckon the mass clouds are braking up a tad – this means rain is coming shortly, methinks?
Of course, I could be wrong again. Haha!
I got on with updating this stultiloquence ridden diary.
Three hours later, I got as far as to here.
I did the Health Checks.
I tried going on TFZer Facebook again. I was doing so well, the nit started stuttering and sticking still. Grumph! However, I did get on for nearly three hours!
I went on CorelDraw in another attempt to do some Diary Pagetop graphics. I only got one more finished, and now regular fatigue overcame me. It is late now, though.
I got the nosh prepared and presented on the Lyzzi donated oval blue platter. Cumberland pie with extra cheese on top, tomatoes, beetroot, seaweed nibbles and chips. I took what showed up on the camera screen, as an appealing meal. But, when it came to downloading it to this blog in the morning – the bloody thing had ceased to be/exist, passed into oblivion, disappeared, expired, perished, joined the missing odd-socks in the ether! Aargh! I loathe, detest, abhor and hate it when this happens! Grrr!
I got the washing up done and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. I sat there wondering on whether I should watch a DVD or the TV – which didn’t matter much, cause I fell asleep thinking about it. Hehe!