Thursday 27th December 2018
Greek: Πέμπτη 27 Δεκεμβρίου 2018
‘Self-recrimination’ and ‘I Do Feel a Fool’ modes engaged!
As I took this photograph of the cunning weevils, I noticed blood on the paper towel. Yes, the lesion had started leaking again. I assume this will mean me trying to find time to get to the GUM Clinic… Oh, it will be closed today, Boxing Day! I dabbed away the blood, I can sort things out again when I have the shower during my ablutionalisationing session.
While writing the above, the words flowed smoothly, but these mind-blitzes do me no good at all.
Back to the kitchen, feeling a great deal better and not knowing why I felt in such an improved mental state, I got the Health Checks done, made a brew of tea and took the medications.
The fluid retention in the legs has returned, they feel like hard balloons when I squeeze them. Will I be forward enough to ask the Doctor for a check-up when I get to the surgery?
I cleaned up the mess up that I made earlier in my panic-evacuation from the recliner. Bending down was more painful today, but the fluid retention might be the reason.
I opened the unwanted light & view-blocking new kitchen window and took three shots of the scene in front of me. I tried different options to see what they would come out like and learn their qualities. Auto, Night Sky and Stars. I’d best stick to using the Auto, do you think?
I got the computer on and updated the Woeful Wednesday post.* Taking four SSWWs while updating. *Mind you, today’s might be more Woeful, the way its started. Hehehe!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Decent session, only the tiniest drop of blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
Made a start on this blog up to here. Taking three more SSWWs while doing it.
Then went on the WordPress Reader. On to the comments. Another SSWW, and on to the TFZer Facebooking.
CorelDraw next, I must get some page top graphics done in advance! I managed about three.
Got the ablutions tended to. Being later in the morning now, I could use the shower without disturbing my beloved neighbours, a very refreshing and enjoyable scrub-up!
Got the dressing gown on and sprayed with deodorant and back to the kitchen to check on the beans in the crock-pot.
In the few minutes, I’d been gone from the shower room, four EIBWBBBs and a baby one had shown up in there! One of the larger ones (Top right) was very-much-alive, kicking and trying to bite me! The dang things are winning this war I think! Cunningly using only small patrols to invade with and fooling me into thinking I might be
I got undies and socks on belatedly, and it came apparent to me why the joints and limbs were hurting and making movement a task for me. The legs were solid with the retained fluid.
I’ll mention this to the nurse, whichever one is on duty today.
I dressed and took the seven black plastic bags of waste to the rubbish chute.
The walk to the surgery is going to take some effort with how the legs, feet and ankles are feeling. Still, needs must.
I pressed on along Chestnut Walk and down Winchester Street. I thought I might regret not putting on the big coat, as everyone I saw had their scarves, gloves and hats on, but I didn’t feel too cold at all?
I cut through side streets to save some time.
I got to the surgery in Carrington, with five minutes to spare! Smug-Mode Adopted.
I logged in and sat down doing the crossword in the book. Fifteen minutes later… Nurse Ann came to collect me! This was ineludible really, the way the day had gone so far! Grumph!
Concerned about how solid the fluid-filled legs were, and concerned about my dizzies, she made an appointment there and then for me – she even printed out a letter for me to take with me, to show Dr Vindla… 0900hrs in the morning! No rest for the wicked is there! Marvellous! 09:00hrs Doctors Appointments. 11:20hrs: Clinic Appointment. Shopping to do. Graphics page top headers need tending to. And I am expecting the appointment to arrive from the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, and The GUM clinic. Gonna be a busy lad! As for the next laundry and getting the flat sorted… Humph!
I thanked her, and meant it, gave her a New Year pressie, left the treatment room, left nibbles for the reception staff and off outside and along Mansfield Road to the Carrington Pharmacy.
Depressed and annoyed at myself, I trudged limpingly along to the Lidl store. I got some bread rolls to have with my attempted Chilli later. Honey Mini Ribs and Honey Gammon shanks and some beef cubes.
Paid at the self-serve tills without any problem.
With bag being heavy, due to the month’s supply of medications, the knees and ankles were suffering. Hey-ho!
I caught a bus back up to the Winwood Heights.
A paramedic car and an ambulance in attendance. The stomach went acidy on me when I saw these. I hope and pray that it is not too severe for whoever was in need of them.
Fingers crossed!
Limped up to the flat, had an SSWW and cleaned up
Got the purchases put away. The mini-ribs and Gammon shanks looked like they should be tasty when I get around to nibbling them.
I opened the sack of medications and laid them out ready to rotate and store them in the drugs drawer.
Sorry about that, Self-Pity Mode slipped in there!
Naughty, Inchcock!
I got the medicines stored and checked the
It took me ages to clean the slow-cooker.
Another SSWW and I got on with updating this blog. So tired now, it’s gon my head-down time already. But, the late appointment today has cocked up my clock altogether today.
I kept nipping in to stir the concoction in the saucepan and nipping off for many SSWWs.
Proper fed-up, weary and the legs etc. are giving me gip! And, now I have just found some new boils. I won’t say where they are, but I found them by feel! Tsk!
Back on the computer… Guess What!
I gave up and got the nosh prepared. It looked and smelt highly appealing. But in reality, it was a major disaster in the seasoning department! Not sure what I put in the thing now, but, best forgotten anyway. The rolls soaked up the decent gravy, but I could not eat it all… Horrible comes to mind. Tsk!
I got the pots in the washing up bowl to soak. Tired as I felt, I thought it best to get the saucepans, and other things washed as well. Then, if I did feel as bad in the morning, I wouldn’t have to face the decoking job then. Haha!
I think I rang Sister Jane to update her on the medical matters.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as soon as I got down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner to watch a Frost DVD. Not sure what happened after that…
At least Nurse Ann was civil today and got you an appointment even though it’s on the early side. We had a major internet outage across the whole western USA and many ports east of us today. Internet was out until 4:30 this afternoon. We have 2 inches of snow outside right now, and someone said the forecast is for 8 inches of snow. Too bad dinner was a bit of a flop.
Nurse Ann has a way of saying nice things (Not often of course), and sounding threatening at the same time! But she caught me out this Thursday, bless her.
The internet here this morning kept disappearing for a few seconds, then coming back on dead slowly. I had to keep reloading or refreshing? You had a bad session with yours though. That would have broken me, if it happened here!
2inches with 8 expected! Blimey! Hope things go well with it when it comes, Tim.
Back to sarnies and curly fried tonight.
Cheers Sir.
Hehe! I shouldn’t laugh!
The crockpot chronicles here include the time I make potroast, which I looked forward to since I’d not made it for some time. I got home several hours later to discover I’d turned it on, but failed to plug the dang thing in! Another time, I carefully verified I plugged the dang thing in, but failed to remember that that particular crockpot had an extra setting the larger crockpot I usually used didn’t. Where the larger one turned all the way up is to top temperature setting, on the little crockpot the same position is just warm! Another ruined meal…! To top temperature on the little one is the middle position. Makes no sense, but there you are!
Boy, I’m glad I’m not the only one with the “Cock-up-the-Crockpotisis!” Hahaha!
LOL! It drives me mad sometimes. “OH SHIT! Not again!”