Sunday 15th April 2018
Dutch: Zondag 15 April 2018
1435hrs: I’d been waking and nodding off all night. Feeling unwell and uptight with the noise from that ‘Swine’ in the flat above. I hope he drops dead today! No, sorry about that, I meant I hope he drops dead painfully and slowly today. This would be some recompense for the anguish and physical pain the ‘Git’ has put me through with his clattering and banging about up there! Huh, feeling guilty again for saying that, already now. That bit of venom and resilience didn’t last long.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
The Sys dipped again, but the Pulse went up from 79 to 95! I blame that noisy palooka Herbert upstairs, and the care staff for not stopping his noises every weekend, and sometimes in the week, for this situation.
I went to check on my Enoxaparin and noticed three bits of mail had been posted through the letterbox. Not opened them yet.
I got the photographs ready to go in the updating of the Saturday post and tweaked them on CorelDraw.
0340hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! I had a right job removing the PPs. Blood on both front and back, some dried bits were reluctant to come free without lubrication. I’ll have an exciting time sorting things out when I get the ablutions and medicating done later. Ah-well!
Washed and went to the kitchen to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold.
The slightly misty sky had a blue hue to it this morning. So I got the camera to take a picture of it. A little eerie I thought.
Then I went to the spare room to see if the giant-crane lads had packed up, or would they be returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in my mind.
It looked like they had all gone, no signs of any vehicles or tackle were spotted.
I wonder how much the taking down of the Orange communication mast had cost them?
I got the Saturday (And a horrendously noisy and illness invoking Saturday it was!) post finalised and posted off.
Then I made a start on this post.
Then went on CorelDraw to try again to get some head-top graphics made up. I got this one done for the TFZers.
The TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. She is dancing away again I see, with Thomas this time.
Me? I’m sweeping up at the back. Hehe!
I got back to concentrating on the Diary Page Headers again, on CorelDraw. Got two done before the fatigue set in yet, my attention waned. The interest attenuated.
I heard noises on and off, but they were acceptable, and I was not entirely sure where they were coming from either, this time.
I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.
Set the timer for the oven chips and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner.
Had a quick bash on Facebooking. Jenny had asked me if I wanted to report the noise from BBJ up above officially. I thanked her and said yes. Mainly, not to cause any bother, instead avoid going through another nightmare Saturday like the last one. I can usually cope with his banging and clanging about, but when I feel under the weather like this weekend, it was too much to contend with. Thanks, Jenny.
Turned off the computer.
The bird-poo on the balcony window didn’t seem any worse than yesterday.
I did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.
The taste was alright. Gave it a 7.5/10 rating.
Washed the pots and settled down. Surprisingly I drifted off quickly for an hour or so. Then shot awake with the mind fretting away over my having to report BBJ, and Duodenal Donald giving me stick.
Sitting there I started to drift off again, and shadows broke the sunshine coming through the dirty inside balcony windows. I had the camera nearby on the Ottoman and took these romantic pictures. Hehe!
Nodded on and off for another hour or so, but the worrying was too much, and I got up again and did the ablutions. Good shower etc. There was minimal bleeding from the lesion or Hemorrhoid Harold.
At least the noise problem was nowhere near as evil today.
Made a brew and got the computer back on to update this diary.
Went on to the WordPress Reader.
Then got to the comment reading and replying.
Eyes drooping. But I did some Facebooking, as I had the feeling that sleep was not going to come quickly.
It didn’t either.