Friday 21st December 2018

Catalan: Divendres 21 de Desembre de 2018

01:25hrs. I woke with the brain uninterested in anything I tried to communicate with it, at first. As the cogs unhurriedly began to engage, and the usual two way battle for understanding and some form of logicality began… I involuntarily passed wind, only a tiny phrwert, but the brain instantly instructed me to make all haste to the Porcelain Throne!

 I hastily battled my beastly oversized stomach from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, stood-up and gained my balance, then shot off in the direction of the wet room, with more momentum than I ought to have, but the need for the Throne drove me on.

I tripped over the slippers on the carpet and made contact with my knees falling and hitting the floor! No time to worry about that now, I thought, as I got up with incredible speed and continued on my mission. I got there just in time, avoiding any embarrassment. I viewed the bruising on my knees from the tumble as I carried out the evacuation.

That did it, the brain suddenly regained its confusional turbo-speed and started off on its Worrying, Fretting, Self-deprecating and Panic Mode! For a few minutes, what didn’t go through the brain was not worth mentioning. The examination of the fungal lession, why had the blood-pool on my finger disappeared? Did I take last nights medications? Why didn’t the tumble I’d just taken onto my knees hurt at all? What day is it? Have I left the oven on again? Why have I not got a stomach ache after eating all the fatty pork last night? Where did I put my hearing aids, will the hospital bus be running today?… on and on the unnecessary worries flooded in!

By the time I had completed the evacuation, cleaned and washed the hands, things were settling back into the ‘Not really bothered’ brain mode.

So, I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. (I had imbibed last nights doses, well, the pot was empty anyway, Hehe!)

The sphygmomanometer was playing up again, and it took me three tries to get it to work. I know it is not the batteries, cause I changed them only two days ago?

The readings were much the same as yesterdays first checks, so that was good, I think.

I got the computer turned on, and a few flashes and stuttering during the opening, I put down to the MS Windows updates that came in when I was closing it yesterday? I got on with updating yesterdays blog and got it posted to WordPress.

As I stood up to go and make a brew, both knees were stiff, but not too painful.

Made some comment replies, well, one. Visited the WP Reader, again some good stuff on there today.

Went on the TFZer Facebooking.

Made a start on this page. Then got some mini-potatoes, mushrooms, and peas in light soy sauce seasoned water, in the slow-cooker, on the Auto setting.

Got the ablutions sorted, no shower today, cause it was a little early to operate things due to the noise it makes.

Took the black bags to the waste chute.

 I thought I’d got everything ready and with me, and set out to the lifts. Taking a bag of recyclable waste and an empty Soy sauce bottle along with me, too.

One was out-of-order, being serviced. Having only the one to use, it got farcical. The cage kept going up and down between the 1st and the floors! Time was running out for me to catch the bus in time. So, I walked down the stairs.

Weary and with the plates-of-meat aching something rotten, I got down and out to the waste bins…

Which is where I realised I’d not taken the appointment card with me! What a shmo!

Luckily the one lift was on the ground floor still, so up to the flat and picked-up the paperwork, and down again after a few minutes wait for the elevator.

I met Cyndy as she was coming into the flats, had a quick chinwag and walked along to the bus stop. Taking this picture of the temporarily abandoned for the holiday period by the Willmott Dixon crew. 

It shows the drizzle and what a puddle-covered, dour morning it was, but not too cold with it today.

A large crowd of fellow inmates was at the bus stop, and a little nattering took place, which I enjoyed.

Got on the bus and alighted at the City Hospital. Crossed over the road and limped to the Clinic. 

Entered and greeted the receptionist bloke, the usual one with his good range of multi-sneers, raised eyelashes and a bored-scowl that I have never seen before in anyone else. These traits of his no doubt help him to keep his talking to proletariat scumbag patients to a minimum. I took a seat in the small waiting area. I was the only person in the room!

The feared that the students would be in attendance did not mature. Phew! But there were three Doctors, there when I was called to the office for an interview, and to divulge my doings and answer their questions. This only took ten-fifteen minutes, then we were all walking to a treatment room. Out came the ginormous microscope looking thing from the wall and was lit-up, before I had even dropped my pants. Hehe!

My EQ picked up that the whole team was in a rush for some reason, which suited me. A sample was taken, as they whispered between themselves. They all left the room Presumably to analyse the skin they had taken?  I lay there with a cloth over my privates and got out the crossword book and had a go at it.

When they returned they all seemed to have a smile on their faces to me? The leader spoke, but  I did not catch what he said. One of the female doctors repeated what he said to me as he left the room, never to be seen again. They are giving me one of the must-keep-in-the fridge creams, but this time I will get it via my GP. I will receive an appointment from them after the holidays. For a deep-shave excision which is a simple procedure, but with me being on Warfarin means all instruction given me beforehand must be followed and adhered to! (Something like that anyway).

I thanked them and got dressed. Out into the rain and to the bus stop, luckily an L9 to Arnold arrived within a few minutes.

It dropped me off outside the Asda store, and I had a wander around in search of some turnips and lemon tarts.

The place was as to be expected, busy, but as I was using my card at the self-serve tills, I got access quicker than the others. I came out with a bag of stuff. A small tin of peas and large can of chilli-con-carne, turnips, mushrooms, lemon cake, mini-rolls, diced pork and some jelly babies.

I paid up using the contactless card, and out into now wetter than ever, Front Street.

I espied the ShoeZone store and went over to see if they had any wide-fitting slippers in stock. The ones I tripped over this morning are a bit ragged and have a largish hole where my corn has worn its way through. Haha!

The young lady with pound-signs in her eyes, pointed out to me where the slippers were to be found. I asked her if they had them in brown, please. She replied: “It doesn’t matter what colour they are really, does it!” She had a voice reminiscent Margaret Thatcher. I bought the blue ones and thanked her. I nervously made my way out of the shop as quickly as I could, before she sold me some ladies shoes or wellingtons! Hehehe!

Over the road and waited for the bus to arrive. Had a natter to a man and woman waiting with me.

The bus soon got packed with folks. A bit further on, and Arnold was almost at a standstill traffic-wise. I didn’t find out why? 

Good job I had the crossword book with me. IT was such a long time to get through the traffic jam, I nearly started and finished a crossword!

Ten-across, I’ve got three of the four letters in, but blown if I know the answer for sure. I can only think of nose, but am uncertain. The clue is: Bulge or growth?

At the ring road, the rain seemed to be stopping at last.

When the vehicle got into Sherwood, I wondered if any of my fellow detainees from Winwood Heights would still be at the bus stop, as the L9 must have been fifteen to twenty minutes late in arriving.

Only one got on, Doreen. But she did not see me as entered the bus.

We were soon back at the gaol… I mean, flats. Hehehe!

Had a few words and a laugh with Doreen, but the gal needed to nip into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I gave my farewells to her.

I got myself back in Woodthorpe Court and checked to see if any washing machines were free, but they were both in use, so I pressed on up to the apartment. Both lifts working now.

First thing I did was have an SSWW, then got the Health Checks done.

Put the food away, checked the slow cooker and got the computer on, to update this blog.

It turned out to be a frustrating and annoying computer session, due to…

I took a break and made a mug of tea and had a look at the new slippers I’d bought.

I compared them with the old tattered ones, and snapped the picture. I fear they may not be wide enough for comfort?

At least the velcro bit does not go over the top so far, so closing them should not be as difficult on the new one for me?

Did a bit of Facebooking, but I’m gerrin’ well tired now.

Got the fodder sorted out.

Mini-potatoes, peas, mushrooms, tomatoes and BBQ things on sticks. I have to admit, it tasted better than it looked. I think the adding of a little light soy sauced was flavoursome in the the mini-potatoes anf mushrooms.

A flavour rating of 8/10 given.

The nodding offs soom arrived after I’d finished the meal.

The TV stood no chance. Hehehe!

TTFN.