Tuesday 16th October 2018
Hebrew: יום שלישי 16 אוקטובר 2018
0100hrs: I woke with the mind in an enigmaticalisationalistic mode, Delphic-like. Plenty of thoughts, ideas, and designs floating about in the grey-cells, but without any workable, or plausible, formable ideas in the gallimaufry of lurking hopes and oracularly impractical intentions. Slowly, these wild thoughts and ideas faded. Mainly, thanks to the importunate and sudden arrival of the need for the Porcelain Throne usage.
The extraction of my overweight but flobby body-mass, from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, must have looked to anyone watching, a performance, that was equal to many of Charlie Chaplin’s film comedy scenes. I do wish there had been a CCTV in the room, to record the farce! It may well have gone viral on YouTube!
- The mechanism stopped working half way down…
- My attempt at sliding down the front, caused the removal of a bottle of spring water, the TV remote control, a pen and notepad and a tube of pain-gel to tumble to the floor…
- Further painful physical efforts, accompanied by a few words that I shall not repeat here…
- I was out and standing up getting my balance…
- And trod on the tube of Phorpain gel, jetting a blast of the gel from the tube, that shot up my leg… So I took the opportunity to give it a good rubbing of medicine-gel in around the Arthur Itis affected knees and ankles, so it wasn’t all bad. And, there was enough to do the hands and wrists with as well. Hehehe!
By the time I’d sorted things and myself out, the need for the Porcelain Throne had grown to Defcon Three! I arreptitiously hastened to the wet room.
As I sat there evacuating, I counted the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles I could see on the floor. Five live adult ones and eighteen dead ones! I found many more, later when I could use the hoover to gather them all up with!
After the session, and cleaning things up, I found that both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding far less than they have of late. Good!
I visited the hallway, kitchen and then the main room on a Weevil Patrol, dispensing another can of Rentokil Bug Killer as I went. I could not get into the spare room, as I had left the collapsable airer table in the doorway. It had the bobble-hats on it, and they were still not dry enough to wear. I did not want to move the airer, as it has a tendency to collapse when you look at it, never mind try to touch it! Tsk!
The kitchen had a count of at least twenty-five dead Weevil carcases, and a trio of live adults. No LadyBugs spotted this morning. The main room had around twenty or so dead Weevils near the balcony doors. The spray used-up, I got the Computer on ready to do the Health Check graph later on… and guess what…
Yes, a dead Weevil on the computer screen? I’m getting to lose faith that I’ll ever be free of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle invaders!
I tended to the Health Checks. The sphygmomanometer worked first try.
I was a touch aghast at the first readings results. I went to photograph the machine with the results, but for some reason, it came out all too blurred. I’m sure I didn’t have a Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis moment! This seems to be happening a lot lately?
I did another hemadynamometer test that came out with a lower Sys, Dia and Pulse reading from five minutes earlier? The sys and Dia were still too high I think.
I went to take the medication pills and tablets. I found a possible reason for the high readings. I discovered that I had not actually taken yesterdays medications, cause they were still in the tub!
What an absolutely ‘Farmisht fool I am!’
Taking today’s standard beta-blocker along with the other tablets and capsules, was all I could do. I dare not risk taking any more than one Bisoprolol noctidiurnally.
I sneezed, and it felt like something had got into my eye. It’s been irritating the hell out of me ever since!
With all the Whoopsidangleplops and Accifauxpas, I’d now been up and about for over four hours and was only just getting around to updating yesterdays blog and got it posted off, at last.
Making a start on this blog… and guess what…
The glacial-paced periodic Virgin Internet signal did improve later, up to snail-paced. Already!
I gave up and went to do the ablutions. I had to remove more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles from the floor before getting in the shower, fifteen dead and three live ones.
All freshened up, and made a black bag for the waste chute, got my bag and with hearing aids in, the right glasses on, the wristwatch on my wrist (Smug Mode Adopted), and hope in my heart, I departed. Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin. In the quest to beg if anyone knows the cost of the buses, (For the morning, as I will be travelling too early for me to use the free bus pass [Sob!]). And see if someone can help in changing a £10 note for me so I can have the right amount of coins to pay the driver with.
The rain had stopped, but it was looking murky out there. I took a snap of Winchester Court and a section of the new Extra Care and Wardens Offices being built.
Lynne, Cindy, Jolly Big John and Welsh William were inside, along with a few other tenants, awaiting the arrival of the bus. After a natter with them, I went into the Oberscharführeresses Office, and made a plea, could anyone help change a tenner for me, please. Thankfully, Oberstgruppenführeress Deana obliged me, bless her cotton socks! ♥
Thanked her and went back into the main room and inquired if anyone knew what the bus fare is on the 40 bus. Two of the clan suggested I can get a £4 all-day ticket from the driver. Excellent idea! Welsh William told me they were only £4. More help from the Woodthorpe Clan!
I departed and had several chinwags with the people at the bus stop. Caroline from the private full-care unit at the end of the road arrived. Not seen her for a while and we gossiped a time. She sounded a little more determined not to worry about her family members and concentrate on herself today. That was good. The eye was giving me such hassle still, and I decided to make my way back to the flats, out of the wind.
Said my cheery-byes to everyone and hobbled along Chestnut Walk back to Woodthorpe Court.
Taking this photograph of Winchester Court as I walked along. The Willmott-Dixon lads seem to be getting on quicker with the balconies in this block. I suppose they have learned what the problems that they came across doing the Woodthorpe block were, and have avoided the same hassles?
As I neared the foyer entrance, it looked like the area had been declared a ‘No-go’ one. Haha!
I was getting a bit annoyed with whatever was in my eye. But as two of the gals in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress catwalk Model Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, said to me: I can always try to get some advice from the nurses tomorrow at the hospital. Smart gals, I love ’em all!
I caught the lift back up to the flat. I had thought of running up the 24 flights of concrete stairs, but I didn’t want to show-off, you know. Lie-Mode Adopted here. Hehe!
I moved the bob-caps and Andy Cap off of the rickety airer, onto the towel warmer which heats a little hotter.
This activity gave me access to enter the spare room, with a can of Rentokil Bug Killer in had, and investigated the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, in search of any live or dead invading infestsational Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.
On the left and right of the sill, there were many dead ones and few live ones. I cleared them and sprayed some more killer juice around. On the right-hand side, there are two very tiny cracks in the plastering, they seem to show interest in these areas?
I’m getting pee’d of with them even more now!
I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Oh, dearie me! The new toothpaste dispenser had somehow fallen into the sink. Which had the daily clothes soaking from the medicationalising of certain areas, in water with bleach, antiseptic disinfectant, and Zoflora!
So it could not be used and had to be thrown away after getting the inside filled with the bleached water, naturally. But more distressingly: How had the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle found its way up to the sink and onto the part-floating dispenser, alive as well, that I found lying in the water, and took out? They are sturdy, persistent little things, these Weevils!
I washed, then got the computer on again, and added some words to the personal dictionary. Next, I got on with updating this blog.
A couple of hours later, I took a break and made a brew of tea. Noticing when I got in the kitchen, a flea on the outside of the window, and wondered if this was the breed of the thousands that have inundated Cyndy and Eric’s flat balcony? I hoped not.
Then, I let the mug slip out of my fingers. By good fortune it was empty, but it bounced unbroken off of the floor and landed right on my corn! The flipping Whoopsiedanglepops are getting a bit frequent today! Oy Vey!
Although I had taken out my hearing aids, I could hear noises out of the unwanted new view and light preventing windows.
I frantically took this blind shot of whatever was underneath. I was concerned in case the fleas/midges might fly into the flat. But none did, I don’t think. It was the worker lads on the hoist that was making different noises than they usually do. Busy chaps.
The weariness dawned suddenly, and concentration went out of the window.
I got the nosh cooking. Beef and mildly curried beans with some potato thins.
The Iceland potato thins were uneatable, such was the wishy-washy tastelessness.
However beef was okay, and the curried beans were excellent tasting.
6.9/10 for the overall Flavour Rating.
I got the washing-up done. Did the Health Checks. Took the Medications. And settled to watch some TV… falling asleep at the first commercial break. Ah-well! TTFN