Tuesday 28th August 2018
Hebrew: 2018 יום שלישי
0110hrs: My mornings expergefaction was so different from yesterday; when I woke with so many worries and concerns. For some unknown reason, I was light-hearted and almost content. Fair enough: I had been dreaming of a particular young lady, and I was a young man, and we were both involved in pleasurable activities and laughing away, as we did all those years ago… Aah! (with an inward satisfaction blended with a horrible awareness that I am now beyond these activities – Sob!)
The brain engaged with reality once again and quodlibetificated with itself for a while.
Then, suddenly an ‘Up and At ‘Em’ mode was engaged! By 0130hrs I’d collated the laundry and was down getting it into the machine in the lobby! Set the quick button and back to the flat.
Where the Porcelain Throne as utilised. A different evacuation today, allowing me to read a chapter and a half of the ‘Catastrophy’ book about the First World War. While keeping an eye out for any Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles in the wet room. Of which I saw none at all.
Carried out the Health Checks.
The sphygmomanometer operated first try. All of the readings were slightly lower today.
Apart from the weight of course? Tsk!
I wished I could have figured out why this should be so, but the hurdle was so beyond my woefully inadequate, and incompetent mathematically-challenged, under-educated capabilities. (I couldn’t. Hehehe!)
Made a brew and swallowed the morning medications.
Rinsed, dried and put away the cutlery and plastic plate that I’d left soaking in the washing-up bowl in the sink overnight.
Back to the wet room for a wee-wee.
This visit, I saw a little ganglet of the Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles, that appeared to be doing a War Dance around a Critter Kill carton?
Are they wising up to the sticky bait? Warning others not to go near it?
It was back to the short-sharp-painful wee-weeing again now. Grumph!
This inspired me to have a look around in the other room for any further signs of the little rascals. Plenty in there, then I returned to the wet room, thinking I might catch a few with my surprise return and counter attack… I did!
Down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer.
There was a clean filter awaiting me, as I got the clothing into the drum. Thank you whoever cleaned it out after use.
Started the dryer going, then cleaned the drum and casing of the washer.
Sprayed freshener around.
I nipped outside to take this, hopefully, ‘moody’ photo of Woodthorpe Court, from just outside the foyer entrance.
To the lift and up to the 12th floor.
Had another short-sharp-painful wee-wee. Only one beetle/weevil seen, a big one, mind. He or she had managed to get up into the wash basin. I interrupted its swim, and despatched it to the WC and flushed.
I got the Monday diary completed and posted off. Then made up some nibbles for the medical staff at the INR blood Test, and a few in case anyone was helpful to me at the Clinic afterwards. (As if!) Hehehe!
Made a start on this blog.
0320hrs: Time to retrieve the washing.
Someone had the same idea as me, to get their laundry done early, and had placed their washing in a machine.
I got the togs out and folded up. Not a lot done today, I forgot to collect up the bath towel, dressing gown and tea towels when I got the stuff ready. Klutz!
I thought I’d got another odd sock when emptying the drum, luckily I found that I had dropped one taking out the clobber from the dryer, and it had craftily hidden behind the green laundry bag, and I found the abscondicated hosiery when I moved the bag. They are a cunning army of little things, these sly cotton socks. But you know that, don’t you? Haha!
I got a surprise as I left the laundry room. I saw an elderly lady sat in the foyer outside the door, wearing her slippers, pyjamas and dressing gown. She moved to the call panel… I let her in, but having no hearing aids in it was hard to make out what she was saying, bless her.
I assumed she had got her washing in the washer, and decided to go out in the fresh air, just like I do, and she forgot she’d not got her entry swipe with her. (I did it once, I did feel a fool!)
So I kept the conversation light, did not question her and I tried to make out things were normal. (In case she was feeling embarrassed. She seemed and sounded like a lovely lady. I’d never seen her before. We rode up in the lift. She chatted to me happy enough. She alighted on the second floor. I felt so glad I was fortunate enough to be there to help.
I got in the apartment and put the gear away. Went in the spare room with the small towel and spotted these Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles!
Arghh! They had got into the old crock pot that was on top of a bag of stuff to go to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
An Advanced Attack Division, or a Specialised Infantry Group, I suspect! Or, maybe the dead and wounded from a battle between Spare Room Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles and Wet Room Ironclad Evil boll weevil biting beetles? Hehehe! Oh, no, they are all alive!
I took the pot and stood it in the sink, got the kettle boiling… back to the sink, put the sink-plug in and tipped them out, poured bleach on them. Then when the water had boiled, I went to drain the water over the creatures. To my amazement, only about half of the flipping things were still there when I got to the sink with the kettle. No signs of those that had escaped? With bleach on them too! And they ran away? Incomprehensible!
I got on with creating this post.
Went on TFZer Facebooking.
0725hrs: One heck of a sudden loud clattering noise, made me jump. I assumed someone had thrown something down the waste chute on a floor above. I bet some poor soul still in bed got woken up by that one. A little early too. The general rule is not to use the chutes until 0800hrs. Although, forgetting the time is not unknown amongst we elderly pensioners. (Forgetting the day, month and year, along with where we live and bus numbers too! Hehehe!)
Went to get the ablutions done. All completed I started the medicationalisationing of Little Inchies Lesion (Nasty and teeth gritting!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Just stung a nanoscopic bit).
My cerebricity began to return to action, and a driblet of determination manufactured itself and lingered ready for use. Even a scintilla of common sense lingered trying to get into the synapse. Typically, it failed, but the very fact that it attempted, I found stunningly unexpected.
I made up three bags of rubbish and took them to the waste chute on the way out.
The caretaker was hoovering the foyer, as I called in the laundry room to see if I had left the Bates Hotel Towel in there, as I could not find it up in the flat. No luck!
As I limped along Chestnut Walk, now renamed by many of us Old Residents as Death Hobble Alley, along the middle of the roadway, of course, as the footpath has been blocked off now; I had odd, however humourous thoughts come temporarily into my newly discovered semi-operational, but scary brain mode.
I hope enough of the tenants survive the hassle, plant-traffic and live long enough to tell the newcomers in the brand new Extra-Care unit, what life was like here before the work started; when we were all far less bonkers. And had balconies that offered us a great, enjoyable unbeatable, natural view with no windows to open and clean. Happy Days! Hahaha!
Took my time, I’d made an early start, and waddled down Winchester Street. Taking in the wonderful nature of the trees and greenery as I got down to the bottom of the hill.
Turned left along Hood Street, and right up Marshall Street. The sounds of naughty-blue language from raised annoyed voices could be heard coming from one of the terrace houses as I passed by.
Thick smoke was coming out of the broken glass in another window. I assumed its the new tobacco-free things, or perhaps weed that caused it.
This reminded me of home when I was, but an ankle-snapper and dear Mummy was living with us. I seemed to be doing a lot of reminiscing today?
A distinctly different piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was noticed.
I avoided the broken glass on the pavement and got onto Mansfield Road. Up the hill, I did a bit of window shopping.
More foul language from four kids at a bus stop.
A spilt tray of whatever takeaway food it was initially, lay part crushed with a footprint impressed on it, near the library. Kebab and chips perhaps? I couldn’t be sure. A queue at the bus shelter, prevented me taking a picture of it.
Over the hill and down to the surgery, with plenty of time to spare.
The receptionist I don’t think I’d seen before. At least, I didn’t get any sideways looks from her as I explained why I was there. She checked on her computer and indicated for me to take a chair.
I settled in one and got the crossword book out.
After ten minutes or so, someone came with a ganglet of nipperoonies. The kids set about trying to destroy the ‘Little One’s Kitchen.’ Supplied by the surgery to keep them amused. The noise ended my interest in the crossword book, I couldn’t concentrate.
I noticed the sign about the Flu Jabs and booking them with the receptionist. So I went to the Lady did so. She asked for my details and opened my file.
Then she wished me a happy birthday. Caught by surprise, I thanked her.
The appointment for the Flu injection was made for… wait for it… 0930hrs on 16th October. Hehehe!.
Sat down again, as I did so, both hearing aids sounded the warning about low batteries. So I changed them. Much to the interest and curiosity of some of the other patients sat nearby.
Nurse Ann came right to me to fetch me to go with her to her treatment room. I was indeed honoured!
No telling offs or snide remarks at all. I handed the nibbles. She’d soon taken the blood and wished me well as I left.
I put some nibbles for the receptionists on their desk and left to catch a but to the City Hospital.
Calling in the Lidl near the bus stop. Got some of the BBQ roasting spray, Butter beans in tomato sauce and brown thins (All on offer price). Cherry tomatoes and vegetarian mini sausages as well. Exited the shop after going through the self-serve rigmarole without any problems. Egotistic Mode Adopted!
Straight to the City Hospital in no time, it seemed.
I’d got the right day this time, too. All they did was take me in a prepare me for some x-rays or whatever, wheeled me in, took them, a lot of them too. I was in and out of the place, in about fifteen minutes.
Caught a bus to go into Sherwood and dropped off to catch an L9 bus up the hill back home.
This naughty Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was a danger to the pedestrians as he weaved his way through them. The Fershtinkiner!
I hobbled on to the Sherwood bus shelter. The feet were getting more and more painful and stinging something awful now.
Three people were waiting there at the stop. One lady from Winchester Court. I’d spoken with her a few times in the past. She was wearing her white bonnet, and very pretty it was.
The three us had a natter as the bus was so late arriving, we thought we all might not get back up the hill to the apartments.
It arrived though, being late meant nothing to us, we were just glad to catch it. Hehe!
I aided the lady from the bus, and we chinwagged for a minute or two before I left her outside the lobby of her block.
I pressed on and got to the lift, with two other people. We managed a laugh between us on the way up.
Got in and had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, before checking on the letter in the box.
The Nottingham City Homes mail informed me that a meeting was to take place, on 11th September 2018. It was about the plans for the for the Communal rooms within the New Extra Care block being built. We can have our say on what we think the rooms would be best used for. I thought about asking for a Bungee Jump and Squash Court. Hahaha!
I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Wrote the dates above in the Google calendar.
Then started to update this diary.
Most annoyingly, WordPress kept jumping to American English, from UK English. Each time I changed it back, it lost the memory of what I’d done and had to be replaced again. Grrr!
After over two-and-a-half hours of frustration, the fatigue arrived, and I had to stop working on the computer because I was making so many mistakes, it was getting ridiculous.
Got some triple cooked chips in the heated oven, and the (Patti Berket) seasoned recipe beans in the saucepan. I’ll add the Frikadellens ten minutes before the chips should be cooked. Fingers crossed.
Didn’t go too badly.
Flavour Rating of 5.5/10. Somehow, apart from the beans which were grand, things seemed to be a little off, to me?
I ate most of it.
Got the pots in the bowl to soak and had a wee-wee.
Health Checks and medications tended to.
Took a photo from the spare room window of a neighbours ‘new’ kitchen windows.
Head down to watch some TV programmes.
After a couple of hours nodding off and waking, I gave up and think I drifted off within a few minutes. Nice!