Tuesday 10th July 2018
Russian: Вторник, 10 июля 2018 года
0345hrs: I woke up, and immediately found my brain active and operational in a positive, analogical, cognitive and conceptual thinking mode. So many thoughts were arriving for my consideration; but this time, important ones. Brexit negotiations, death and would a France v England World Cup final bring about Brexit battles, being the most interesting of the considerations needing tackling.
Then, suddenly I needed to visit the Porcelain Throne, and these interesting for once thoughts, faded, never to return.
The evacuation session was another messy one. I got cleaned up and checked out the condition of the blotches.
The Clobavate 0.05% w/w Ointment was applied. What a mess it made too. It just didn’t seem to soak into the skin at all. I can feel it on my hands and fingers, even after trying to clean it off with bleach and disinfectant. It seems to spread to anything else I touch. Mind you; I have gleaming, shiny keyboard buttons now! Hehe! Preventing the tea mug from slipping from my fingers ain’t easy, either. Tsk!
I then got the Health Checks sorted.
The hemadynamometer worked the first time.
The readings so far this week have been showing as pretty regular and close to each other.
I took the usual morning medications with an added Dia-Stop capsule.
There’s still no appointment for this weeks blood test come through. So, if it fails to arrive, I will go to the City Hospital DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) clinic for the blood check. The surgery will no doubt tell me off for not going to them as they say I should. If this happens, I intend to tell them calmly; “If you do not send me the test results and new medication dosages for the week, and no appointment for next weeks examination (Which they have not done yet) – what am I expected to do please?” Smug and possibly going to get in trouble again mode adopted! Haha!
I feel obliged to offer some advice, to fellow Klutzes at this stage.
If you have trouble opening and extracting the bubble-packed Anti-Diahorrea capsules, it is best if you use a metal gauntlet glove or kitchen towelling to protect your digits, before getting all het-up and tearing at the foil. Just a thought. Huh!
I got the last of the fresh garden peas podded. The Polish mushrooms cleaned and cut up, and both into the pan on a low light.
Seasoned them a little balsamic vinegar, onion salt and a bit of mint.
No idea how they will come out tasting, but I’m definitely getting more adventurous with the flavours nowadays.
As I got the computer in to start this post off, The Liberty Virgin Internet went down. Thankfully it came back on minutes later after resetting, but a little slow still.
I got caught up to here and then finished off and posted yesterday’s blog.
Made a graphic of the new Government Cabinet and added, a ghost-like William Gladstone, Churchill and Thatcher to it, for a bit of fun.
Checked the comments on WordPress, then went to the Reader page.
Odd noises from above, of a nature that I’ve never heard before.
But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
Getting late in the morning now. Went on to Facebooking next.
Virgin Internet went down again – Tsk!
All quiet on the upper front! (Herbert BBJ). Getting tired now. (And fed-up with the internet going down?!)
Went in the get the oven on for the frikadellens. The plan is for the frik’s, cheesy mash, peas and mushrooms for the nosh. Might have some gherkins and tomatoes as well with it.
Made some notes scrawled on a sheet of the pad, to place on the computer screen so I should see it in the morning, and not forget anything. (We’ll see, Hehe!) I realised when I’m done it, that the making up of the bag of nibbles was missed off. So, I got them done and in the bag straight away.
Damn it! The blotches on the ribs have started to sting without them being touched, and not very pleasantly. I’m in just the PPs, so I hope when I put on a shirt, things don’t get worse. Sod-it! I thought things were going to be alright with this problem, too. Stupe!
Did the Health Checks and tool the medications. Applied the Clobavate 0.05% w/w ointment. I hope I don’t slip or fall over if I do, I slide to the other end of the flat! Talk about greasy. I used the paper towel to try an get it off of my hands, but the stuff seems intent on staying where it is and running elsewhere when it melts in the heat and runs down onto the PPs and body parts below? Grumph!
Got the meal prepared eventually. It took me ages! Nearly letting things slip out of the greasy ointmentated hands occasionally. In fact, I later dropped a mug, but luckily it did not break.
Now, after the ointment is applied, the stinging continues and the itching is getting worse. Pee’d-off with this!
Got the meal served up. I made the cheesy potatoes with a little too much cheese, and it came out almost liquid. So I drank it as opposed to eating it. Hehe!
Heck of a job cleaning things afterwards with the slippery digits and limbs from the ointment. I wonder if that Novichok nerve agent has the same formulae? Hehehe!
I noticed that in the dirt stuck in between plastic sheets and the window, several of the mini-armour-plated beetles had taken up residence. Can’t get to them without tearing the plastic, and I don’t want to do that.
Did the Health Checks etc.
to the tune of some entertaining Tippy-Tappy, bang, knock-knocking and clunks from Sir snotty can do no wrong Herbert above.
But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and being sneered at by the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
Settled down to eat the lemon yoghourt and sudden itching from the blotches needed scratching, and I shot to get my hand to the side of the rib-cage for a good rub, and a finger went into the dessert pot. Great, now I have the just applied ointment, and yogourt mix making the skin clammier than ever!
Extracted the body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and back to the kitchen for a clean-up. Noticing en route how hot it was, despite there being no sun out at the moment?
33°f in the front room and 38°f in the kitchen.
I just knew (EQ informed me) that France would beat Belgium in the World Cup semi-final. So decided not to watch the game. But of course changing channels on the TV, I came across the match and stayed watching it.
So, England has to beat Croatia to get in the final v France. And then, if they do that, a miracle will be needed for them to beat France. I can hope, of course, that’s all.
I noticed the legs and ankles were now itching as well.
Aha, looks like the blotches have now started to spread down to the ankles now?
Blissfully, I nodded off fairly quickly after this.
The flashing light from the phone woke me up. I was in a confused state when I answered it. T’was Big John Wayne (Pete), ringing to ask if I want to go to the PPS (Papplewock Pumping Station) in-steam on Saturday. I really did want to go, but just hoped that the contagious blotches would have cleared up by then. I explained to John. The other thing to think of was he could pick me up at 1230hrs, which will mean a late arrival home. So I will have to take all the paraphernalia to cope with bladder, bleeding, medications and medicating stuff with me, and hope that staying out so long will not set other ailments going. I’m concerned about these possible problems, as I am about the Skegness trip, too. It’s horrible when one cannot just go where one would like without all the fears and complications in going out for a day. I thanked him for the offer and promised I would let him know about going or not on Friday.
I lay there after the call, stewing in self-pity, fretting and depressed.
Sleep would not return for hours. The shakes, itching and brain ensured this. Not felt so down for a long time, but why?