Haitian Creole: Vendredi 29th Jen 2018
0615hrs: I awoke in a never before experienced, ultra-calm mood. This is most likely because the brain was still asleep. Childlike fantasies floated around, engaging control of the grey-cells was not happening.
For few happy moments, a chilling unreality of contentment and tranquillity reigned. The head was entirely free of concerns, maladies, worries, anxieties, and wariness. Whether my having just enjoyed the record long uninterrupted sleep of over seven hours duration, had affected my encephalon’s capacity or was I still asleep and dreaming? I didn’t know.
Almost reluctantly, the brain came into action. Seeing the empty Cheese Curl packets, chocolate almonds melted into my wobbling stomach entangled with the hairs and decorating the Protection Pants, the empty bottle of spring water wedged between the bulging flobby torso and the £300 second-hand recliner; and reality returned, sadly!
The worries, fear, and concerns all flooded back, and I was most miffed and disgruntled as real-life took its ruthless tormenting grip on me once again.
The tormenting brain soon established its credentials, as I nearly fell out of the recliner getting up, then had a visit from Dizzy Dennis, then I trod on a pen on the floor, crushing it and cutting the foot. Of course, it had to be the best one of my pens, my Linc Safron Max Gel that I stepped on, didn’t it!
At this point, what I would not give to have gone back to the ecstaticness of the peaceful unbothered semi-dreamlike state I was in when I first woke up. Tsk!
I tidied up a little. Then off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks and medication taking.
It was such a change for me to go into the kitchen first thing to find the view outside to be light and not the usual darkness.
The Sys and Dia took a dive in the readings. But not too worryingly.
Made a brew, and had to visit the porcelain throne. Not a bad session at all. No bleeding came from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The little inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, but that is nothing unusual, I’ll tend to the medicationalisationing in that department later. Later, I say, it’s nearly eight-o’clock now. This getting up late lark does not suit me at all, my internal clock is in mayhem. Hehe! Made worse with the surgery doing my blood test on a Thursday again this week.
At least I do not have to worry about getting Lyssophobia to add to my worries. I am sure I have already gone bonkers.
Made another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold while I was in the wet room, and went to get the computer on. I found it had been left on, as was the TV. What a Shlimazel!
Made a start on this diary up to here, then went to finalise the Thursday post.
Checking Emails an one from the doctor’s surgery had arrived with the results of my last blood test. Well, it didn’t give the results again, just the new dosages of Warfarin. As you can see below.
They are aware of me need for an early appointment, and they made one for 1505hrs next Thursday. They could not fit me in last Wednesday at all. So made it for Thursday, during my Social Hour. So I missed that bit of pleasure. I’d hoped they would have gone back to a Wednesday, but no. I felt most aggrieved and irritated. Here is my Email answer.
I await a reply, but not with much hope.
Went on the WordPress Reader and then checked for any comments.
No drilling on the outside wall today, well, yet. Nice break.
Got as far as here with the blog, then went off to get the ablutions and medicalisationing tended to. Back in a while (I hope, hehe).
All cleaned up, I took the bag to the waste chute on the way out, and a box of recycling things with me to drop off near the caretaker’s room. Feeling little irked and down now.
Frank got in the elevator on the 9th floor. Nice chap is Jennie’s other half. He kindly asked how I was and took the box with him to deposit for me. Grand chap, thanks Frank, this cheered me up no end.
As I poddled along the road towards Winchester Street, I felt indeed contented. Sunshine, a warm wind, all on my own apart from one lady sat on the bench waiting for the bus. Who I greeted with smiling “Good morning, hope all is well.”
Turned down the hill, and a couple of hundred yards further down, I saw the blackberry bushes were forcing their way through in the thick tall bramble bushes.
Isn’t nature amazing?
No bees about at all; perhaps they will be along later when the fruit begins to ripen.
A few hundred yards along, a piece of Nottingham Street Art that wasn’t there yesterday was spotted.
We humans have so many idle, ignoramuses, detritus distributors amongst us. It does not bode well for the future of mankind. Humph!
As I ambled unhurriedly along, my mind turned to muse over the blood-test fiasco.
I walked straight into some overhanging tree branches What a shlemiel! Still, no bother, it surprised me, but did not hurt; and it gave the two workmen in the car park such a laugh, it almost made me join in with them! When I got to pass by them, one said “You’ll have to take care me old fruit, yer could have decapitated yersen midduck! They both burst into more laughter. Nottingham slang at its best. Hahaha! Best of all, it took me off of feeling sorry for myself and avoided me going into a self-pity mode. Which, was a good thing.
I got onto Mansfield Road, crossed over at the traffic lights, and called in a couple of charity shops in search of a narrow-lipped mug and or a saucepan with a lid that had not been broken like mine is. Tsk! No luck. I popped into a local food store and Post Office shop.
Coming out after paying for my bits, I noticed the up-to-date window cleaner working away. I still can’t get accustomed to seeing window cleaners without bucket or ladders. Haha!
A lot of flesh was being bared today. I reckon a lot of gals will be getting a little sunburnt soon. Not that I am complaining of course.
I went into Wilko to see if they had a narrow-lipped mug and or a saucepan with a lid that had not been broken like mine is. Tsk! No luck again.
As I was making my way up to the bus stop, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by as he swayed between the pedestrians at speed.
I have to admit to thinking an idiotic thought, with significant precipitation and vacuity. I mused to myself; “It’s about time these ignorant, dangerous cyclists were pulled up by a policeman and told off!” What an Eizel I am! I ask you; when not one single resident can say they have seen a policeman for three weeks (that was only in response to one of them having something valuable stolen). I haven’t seen one for much longer; Not counting the odd one flashing by in an ARV (Armed Response Vehicle – I’ve seen plenty of them recently) now and then. Most of our mostly elderly tenants have forgotten what a policeman looks like. Hahaha!
Got to the bus stop and a few of my family of oldies were in the shelter. The bus arrived, and as we got on, poor Mary was on the bus, looking well-drained, with her shopping trolley and a full bag of fodder. But still perkily chatting away. Bless her.
As we got off the bus, I asked her if she would let me carry the bag for her, but she didn’t. We chatted, and I did my best to try and cheer her up a bit.
Got into the flat, no wee-wee needed (Odd, that!).
I checked on the potatoes and podded peas in the crock-pot and put the oven on to warm up ready for the pork to go in later.
Checking out the seasoning and sauce ingredients ready to make them up, and I caught my reflection (Nasty, I know!), in the mirror. I’d got a little bruise on the bonce, presumably from the walking into the tree branches. Hehe!
I took off the trousers and jumper. It is again hot today. And got on with updating this blog to this stage.
Herbert was banging about a bit again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes getting upset for my moaning about their favourite tenant making a noise.
As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I’ll have to just put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh, I’d forgotten about me being told off for mentioning anything said between me and any employee, representative or agent of Nottingham City Homes on my blog. I’ll cross it out, sorry about that.
Soon be time to get the pork in the oven, so I had a bash on Facebook while I had the time.
Made a mess getting the nosh prepared and served up. Leaving much cleaning up and unsticking of fingers, surfaces, etc. to do. Hehe”
A Taste-Score of 8.8/10, given for this one.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
By gum, it is so hot now.
I put the dishes to soak in the washing-up bowl and got into the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Constant nodding-offs of a few minutes or even seconds duration.
Sat sitting there with the feet up, after one of the many awakenings, I noticed how the old legs had metamorphosised again.
It’s the other way around now. The left leg had started to retain fluid again, but the right one had lost its fluid?
As I took this photograph, I realised that it was still so light. During the estimated 100 nod-offs, I thought many hours must have passed, but no, only about one hour had elapsed?
So annoying not to be able to get off to sleep correctly, especially after having no bother last night.
Ah well, these things are sent to try us.
TTFN each, don’t let the sun burn you!