Wednesday 30th May 2018
Galician: Mércores 30 de Maio de 2018
0225hrs: I woke with an unexpected determination to get the laundry done, the diary updated and all before getting ready for the hobble to the blood test. Where these rare, uncommon positive attitudes came from, I don’t know.
But, within a few minutes, I had detached myself from the £300 second-hand recliner (with no difficulties either [Smug Mode Adopted]), Got dressed and was collating the dirty washing in the bag to go down to the launderette.
The electronic information board told me it was 0232hrs, 13°c outside, and fire is everyone’s responsibility, oh, and light rain was falling.
Got the washing machine going and back up to the flat.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
And the readings were looking very good, much nearer to the targets expected. At least I think they were, the memory being like what it is nowadays like?
Oh, come think of it, 170 for the sys might be a touch high?
Both elevators were working, but number one, which I travelled down it seemed to be going a little slowly?
I moved the clothing from the washer into the dryer.
At this point, Anne Gyna let me know she was in a bad mood, and started to kick-off and gave me some gip.
I started the machine and made my way back to the lift to go and get the slowly building up needs for the Porcelain Throne tended to.
Good job that number two was operational, I didn’t fancy the idea of climbing up 24 flights of concrete stairs.
Into the wet room and onto the Porcelain Throne, it was a closer call than I expected. But the session was not too bad, despite Trotsky Terence making his presence felt a little. And Anne Gyna had settled down a bit. She’ll return when I start the hobbling later, I’m sure.
I got on with updating the Tuesday Diary. I got it all finished as the timer-alarm chirped into life.
And, all this without a Whoopsiedangleplop in sight! Cocky Mode Adopted.
Back up to the apartment, and got the kettle on, had a wee-wee, made a start on this blog and then remembered I have not done the surgery staff nibble bags made up yet. So I got sorted them and added them to the bag.
Went to get the ablutions and medicationalisticals were tended to. All done with stinging lower regions (Haha!), I set out down and onto Chestnut Walk.
The rain began to falleth, and grew from normal rainfall, rather nasty torrent! A sort of Thunderstorm without the lightning.
I noticed what the time was on the bus stop board, I had 58 minutes to get to the surgery so as not to be late.
By the time I’d hobbled to the end of Winchester and left onto Mansfield Road; things seem to have changed again back again to darkness.
The expensive Bishops of Stortford Storm-Proof extra-strong umbrella that blew inside outwards!
I think I may have expressed my appreciation of this incident, enunciating some words that I rarely use, manifesting swear words, oaths, and frustration, at this stage.
I adopted the use of the one word exclamation that is possibly the most popular in use.
I didn’t use the camera again on the trek, for fear of it getting water in it.
I think everything else did!
I went to the reception to get my usual professionally presented, yet punctiliously and cunningly hidden, sneer, then logged in with them.
I got sat down. The only good news so far was that the new crossword book had remained dry. Fair enough, it was a bit damp around the edges.
For a few moments, I felt in a semi-eunoian mood. Then, Nurse Ann arrived to collect me.
I also bought sugar-snap peas from Venezuela, tomato passata from Italy, Greek Lemon Yoghourt, Swiss chocolate bar, French lemon and lime still mineral water and two boxes of English seasoned potato slices.
Two in the queue and two being served. By the time bloke in front of me moved to the counter to get served, I think the socks had dried by 50%. Still, no rush I had a long time to wait before the L9 was due in Sherwood.
By the further time I spent in the queue as initially the sole fool waiting to get looked after, three separate customs had come in, waited, got fed-up and left!
I walked to the top of the hill to the bus stop, with still ten minutes to spare before the L9 was due. Three other tenants joined me, but they were not in a talkative mood. Don’t blame them, they must have been as depressed and rain-soaked as I felt and was! Hehe!
A delivery lorry was being unloaded by a chap and forklift. But the poor driver had nowhere to park other than on the narrow roadway. The other three tenants had got by before this had started.
Stripped off and got into the jammy bottoms. Computer turned on and updated this tosh for a couple of hours or so. Hung the soaking trousers on the airer.
Sounds (Clump, clunk, bang) like Herbert is having fun up above.
A 9.45 taste rating awarded for this meal. I’d burnt the sliced potatoes to just the stage that I like them. (Albeit, not through meticulous, scrupulous or precise timing, rather pure luck).
Did the Health Checks and had a wee-wee and wash-up.
Then realised I was giving birth!!!
A new, spot, blotch, pimple, whatever you call them, was coming up on the skin. To join in with his hundreds of brothers and sisters who had arrived over the past week or so.
I welcomed the pretty-coloured baby haemangioma, Christened him One-hundred-and-eighth, then went for a wee-wee.
A wet day, in which I was thoroughly drenched.
Attacked by Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Ignored by medical staff.
Had a 22-minute wait in the bank line – and I was the only one in that queue.
And gave birth for the 108th time in the last two weeks…
You’ve got to laugh!
Hehehe!
Another wet one? We are still bone dry out here. Sorry to hear you got cranky Ann today, ignoring your legitimate worries and complaints. Twenty-two minute wait when you were the only one in line? Now that’s service. You have gone into rabbit mode birthing blotches. Great looking meal. Happy to read it rated highly on the flavor scale.
Twas indeed a wetty today, Tim.
I wonder if I should try to move medical surgeries? But with all my ailments, who would want to take meon their books? Such a lot of hassle, though. Tsk!
In the queue at the bank, I got to thinking I had died and waiting to float off. But each time I moved and more rain dripped off of me, I knew I hadn’t. Hehehe!
The bruises, blotches and spots etc. continue to appear. A new bruise on the arm and leg this morning. I wonder what I’ll look like in a month? A giant fat wart with legs possibly? Hehehe!
Great nosh, it gave meaning to a horrible day.
Cheers, Sir.