Thursday 29th November 2018

Croatian: Četvrtak, 29 Studenog 2018

23:25hrs: I woke up in the opposite mental state to yesterday’s hectic, frenetic spate of mental anguish. I was in a sluggish, lethargic, lazy, ‘I don’t want to know’ mode. The mind did not bother me much at all, and I was content with that, lackadaisical really.

I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a robot, hardly aware that I had just dragged my outsize, paunchy, plump-stomached body from the chair and struggled up on my feet?

It seemed I was doing and thinking with indeterminateness, with a vague fuzziness? Although I recognised this was happening, I was insouciant about it?

Slowly, very much so, the worries and fretting returned over the next hour or so. It was prompted and helped (not that I wanted them to return and put me back in my usual, unexceptional condition of being anxious, apprehensive and worried over just about everything), by my being distracted by the need of an SSWW (Short Sharp Wee-Wee) arriving. Yet, as the nervousness returned, a sense of a home-coming was felt. Not sure if you can understand that. It might have been better if I’d left it out, to avoid the men in white coats coming for me? Hehe!

Inchies Fungal-Lesion was bleeding this morning, and an icky, painful, messy medicalisationing session had to be tended to. A little annoying, in such that later, when I have my shower, it will all have to be redone again. But at this stage, my usual Worrying Mode had not fully returned, so I seemed little bothered about this at the time.

I spotted just a few odd EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) around the wet room floor, and one live on in the handbasin. I got the bug spray and distributed it all around, then I did the spare room and kitchen, where I found just a few dead ones. Threw away the empty Rentokil can and put another one in its place, a Sanmex brand.

Then it was time to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Considering I’d only had the tiniest of meals last night, I was gobsmacked by the evacuation volume. I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

The first of the day Sys, Dia, and Pulse results keep dropping each day this week so far. I hope I’m not fading out! Hehehe!

Made a brew of Assam tea and took the medications. I considered taking a Dia-Limit, but after much dithering and procrastinating, I couldn’t decide if this was a good idea or not. Sad, I know!

Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. This took a few hours, a lot of photographs to sort out. The more I did, I seemed to be making less grammatical errors?

I went on Facebooking and got the albums updated, then on to the TFZer site.

I got the ablutions and medicationalisationings done. 

Made a start on this diary, then a visit to the WordPress Reader section.

Collated the prizes, nibble box and treats ready to go with me. Black bags to the chute and I was off.

I exited the foyer doors, and oh boy, was it windy out there this morning! Brrr! The odd bit of drizzle fell as I made my way along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering clinic, Jenny’s workplace, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

The meeting was poorly attended again this week. We all seemed to have a good time nevertheless. Jenny was grafting away looking after us as usual. Cindy and Margaret did give me a song or two, bless ’em. (Along with threats of a clip around my earhole, and the odd aversive stimulus, Hehe!) I got some fun nattering sessions in while handing out the nibbles and raffle tickets.

BJ arrived late as usual, and Margaret and Cyndy shot out of their chairs and mobbed him in greeting! Not that I was jealous, of course. After all, he is taller, younger, braver, more entertaining, more talented, has a car, can afford to take holidays three times a year, he has more hair, is better looking, fitter, healthier, has his hearing, and is much more productive and far less accident prone, and more attractive to women than I am… Oh no, it didn’t bother me at all! Don’t think for one minute that it had me envious, covetous, jealous, desirous, or spitting-blood, or that I will not attend the Social Hour again just to see the lucky bugger being cuddled and kissed… Oh no! Hehe!

Joking aside, I reckon while I was in there, everyone had a good time and enjoyed themselves. Thanks, Jenny!

I took this shot of Willmott-Dixons Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius and Innocentest-Ian-Incharge through the window. I will have to find time to doctor it later, for the Facebook Willmott Dixon album.

I departed early to catch the bus. Taking this photo in the drizzle of the centre compound and the Extra Care Unit. Doesn’t it look bleak? That’s because it was bleak out there! Haha! The wind continued to blow.

I moved down to take a snap of the bottom part of Woodthorpe Court. If you look hard enough, you should see, Elizabeth (I think), coming out of the lobby and through the metal maze on her way to the bus stop.

I moved along to the bus stop, and the clan of Winwoodanian residents were having the chinwag and laugh between themselves.

I took this quick, zoomed-in photo of Incharge and Paul just as the bus arrived. But Paulius was leaning back in the driving seat, so I didn’t catch him in the frame.

I do so enjoy manipulating these photos for the Willmott Dixon lads. I’m never sure if they see them after they have been done, though.

I dropped off of the L9 bus at the bottom of Winchester Street.

As I walked up Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I snapped this shot of both sides of the road. I’m getting confused with the shop situation here. So many closed down retailer units. And yet, new or upgraded ones seem to be opening as well. The butcher’s shop has reopened with a cafe inside! I’ll try to get some photographs of it later for you. Three new food eat-in take-aways open now too?

Up and over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.

The only hassle I had was from the mystery bruises on the left leg and Back-Pain-Brenda. All the other usual pains were being kind to me?

I called into the Sherrington Park Surgery to confirm the time of my blood-test for next Tuesday and asked if the appointment for the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit had arrived yet.

I got the Anticoagulation Therapy record out to write down the time of the appointment on it… and found that I’d written it there last week so I wouldn’t forget it, which I did, of course, I also forgot I’d written it in the first place… Farmisht Eizel!

Out into the windy and now raining as well Carrington, and down to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I asked the date that I could collect my monthly bag of prescription medications. 4th January. I thanked them and waddled up to the Lidl store for a nosey around.

Got some bits for the nibble-box, balsamic cooked beetroot, Assam Tea, potato slices and Sopocka slices.

Paid at the self-serve till without any hassle and out into the wind and wet again.

Caught a bus back to Sherwood, and had a bit of good fortune (No, honestly it does happen to me sometimes! Hehe!) with catching the bus. As I got to the bus stop, the bus arrived. Within minutes I was back at the flats.

I was last to get off of the bus, as I did Bill (William on Sundays) threw a reprimand at me, Gladys scoffed at me and gave them both a chocolate coin for their bus fare. They did laugh, but tutted at the same time? Haha!

The other passenger who’d alighted, shot off in a hurry, to avoid what looked like heavy rain about to fall.

By the time I arrived at the foyer, I could hear the Fire Alarm ringing out with both caretakers standing by the alarm panel. They did not inform me if it was alright to go up or not, but the other people must have, so I assumed it would be okay.

The alarm test is usually done on a Thursday I think?

When I got out of the elevator on the 12th floor, the alarms were still sounding.

Got into the flat and had an SSWW.

Inside the flat, it is impossible for me to hear the alarm ringing, even with the hearing aids in. So I assumed, as my flats alarm was silent, also, if there was a fire, I’m to stay inside the flat as per instructions, unless it is my alarm inside ringing.

I opened the balcony window to take a look and photograph of below.

The rain came in as it fell from the glass and frame, and I trapped my finger in the metal spring sheet on the handle of the window.

This photo shows what I mean when I say the new balcony is light and view-blocking?

Two fire tenders were arriving below, and I could hear another on the way in the distance.

I bet the Fire Service love all of our false alarms. Tsk!

About to close the unwanted wet letting in, view and light blocking thick framed window, I spotted activity in a balcony two floors down.

It was the Willmott Dixon Obergruppenführer, presumably preparing someone’s balcony ready for use.

I got the Health Checks done.

Took the medications and started to prepare the nosh.

I spotted some EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) on the kitchen floor. I’m beginning to think I am not going to win the battle against this refugee immigrant cunning army of Weevils.

If they are still here after I’ve nearly killed myself with the bug spray several times every day for five months, and other tenants have now got them, and it is so cold, yet they remain in situ; what do you think the chances are of their taking over the building completely next summer? Humph!

The wind was still howling outside, the poor old trees were taking a right bashing!

I got the nosh served up.

Anya potatoes, mature cheddar cheese, balsamic beetroot, roast dried onions, sliced mushrooms, tomatoes, chestnuts, an apple and a cheesy buttered cob. Oh, and a Limoncello dessert. Ahem!

After digesting the food, I put the washing in the bowl, had another SSWW and fell asleep watching a DVD. Ocean’s Thirteen.

Woke up and did the last Health Checks and medicine taking.

Back in the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner.

Tried again to watch the film, but I found it needed too much concentration for me to understand what was going on in it, talk about convoluted! 

I started to watch another old favourite of mine, ‘Changing Lanes’, but nodded off into a deep sleep within minutes. Hey-Ho!