
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 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.
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!
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 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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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?
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 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
I’m getting pee’d of with them even more now!
I washed, then got the computer on again, and added some words to the personal dictionary. Next, I got on with updating this blog.
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.
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