23:30hrs: I woke, and when the brain joined me in wakefulness, I tried my best to recall some of the dreams I’d been having. I was being chased, by Tony Blair and John Prescott amongst other unknown pursuers, along what seemed miles of office corridors. They were snarling, cursing and shouting at me for some reason, also strange to me. Lots more happened that is all confused now, but they ended up throwing me out of a window, that I can recall. No notes had been scribbled down on my pad, shame that.
Around 00:00hrs, I dismounted the £300 second-hand 1978 rusty recliner, hauling my gargantuan, out of shape, pendulous, sagging stomach burdened torso into an upright position. It’s not easy you know! I had to utilise the emergency grey bucket which luckily I had disinfected and left in place near the electric fire as usual. This wee-wee was of the SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) variety. I’d no sooner finished that, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I’m getting regular with these Throne visits lately, ain’t I?
Off to the wet room. The evacuation well reasonably well, no bleeding from the rear end, which I fear was not the case with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Another almost involuntary SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) had to be taken. In fact, I was so glad it came then, cause had it happened elsewhere, I might not have got to the WC or EGB (Emergency Grey Bucket) in time. Oh dear, not another day like Sunday… Please!
I checked over the pins. Well, they didn’t look too bad, fluid retention wise at all.
Some of the mish-mashes of spider veins seemed to have faded too?
Although just one new bruise had appeared on the left ankle. Which is the one that let me down twice, yesterday. I wondered if it might because I’d cut the tops of my socks so they wouldn’t be too tight, and the fluid had gone down and caused the problem. You know me, I’m always worried when there is nothing to worry about. Haha!
Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to risk a small mug of tea, and get the Health Checks sorted out.
Hello, the Sys has gone down, at last, so has the pulse and dare I say it, the weight! Can’t understand why the temperature is down, though? Not worried mind, it has been lower than that before.
I like this new thermometer now I’ve worked out how to use it properly. It gives an almost instant reading from the ear-hole.
I had another SPSHPLWW and went to get some brekkers. I’ve no idea why, but I fancied trying a pot of the Sweet & Sour Noodles that I bought yesterday in Mansfield.
So I did! By gum, it was excellent along with a cup of the Glengettie strong tea.
Of course, this means if I am to get any more of the pots or teabags, this says I’ll have to go to Mansfield to buy them as no one else sells them! And that is if they have some left in stock. Mmm! Tsk!
Only one Sharwoods Noodle left up there on top of the cupboards now. I’m not too keen on Batchelor’s Super-Noodles at all. They can go as raffle prizes for anyone who fancies them. Or I can put them on the table in the lobby for anyone to help themselves to.
I set about updating the Tuesday blog.
Most frustrating. Each time I checked my syntax and spelling, the signal would die after, and I had to do it all again on the failed saves. And there were many them! After many SPSHPLWWs, two mugs of tea and more effort than I could cope with, I got the diary finished a sent off. But not until gone 06:30hrs! NearlySeven Hours It Took me! Oy Vey!
I went on WordPress Reading for a while. Then answered all the comments, I didn’t miss any, I relied on both of them. Hehe!
An SPSHPLWW then I made a mug of Assam tea and took these photographs from the kitchen window.
It looked a little frosty out there. When I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking and needing more cleaning, and there is no way I can reach to do that without moving everything and using the step ladders then hang out of the window itself to reach all the glass to clean them, windows. The dew dripped inside. All down my jammies, the oven glove and onto the electric storage heater. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Huh!
Made a start on doing this post at last.
A good job I kept making notes to refer to earlier.
Mr Fries, Global-Liberty Virgin Media Internet had got a little less slow now. Honestly, it can be done you see!
I took another break, one for another brew because the earlier one had gone cold, and a wee-wee was needed again!
I got the kettle on and ventured out into the bare balcony and took these two photographs of roughly the same bit of sky.
As I opened the metal spring clip and opened the left-hand window to take these shots, the dew came in and again my jammies and slippers got soaked in the incoming water. Humph! The first was in Auto mode, and the one on the right in Distance mode. Can’t see much difference in them, myself.
As I came back in it looked like fog, but it wasn’t.
I think it was the heat going out of the room that caused the steaming up.
But I went back out and took these two photographs of the workers doing their jobs down outside in this cold weather. Oh, and got the jammies and feet wet again. Haha!
I then got back to updating this post and got as far as here with it, before having another SPSHPLWW.
Then I went on Facebooking. Then made an Asda (Walmart) order to arrive in the morning, remembering to put milk on the list. Haha!
Nosh in the oven.
Lamb hotpot and burger, a few chips (fries) and mini tomatoes. Had the last few slices of the milk bread with it.
Excellent flavour-rating of 9.3/10.
Got settled to try and watch some TV. But, Dizzy Dennis visited me, and the wholething became confusion.
Willmott Dixon lads at work on the new Winwood Court
Tuesday 29th January 2019
Norwegian: Tirsdag 29. Januar 2019
23:20hrs: I sort of shot awake, with a worryingly instant demand for the Porcelain Throne! The scrimmage to get out of the second-hand rickety, rusty 1978 recliner, and straight to the wet room went well and without any altercations.
But oh what a mess! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. The cleaning up and medications were painful and uncomfortable. However, on the plus side, the evacuation went well with no haemorrhaging from the rear end.
I cleaned up the blood on the porcelain and floor. I washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points.
Then had a check of the fluid container pins. Hehe!
What a state! Although I think the fluid storage was less than yesterday, the papsules, mystery scars blotches, and spider veins seemed to have had some disappear and other replacement ones grown in the night, yet again!
I had a good perusal of the wet room floor, and there were no sightings of any of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) dead or alive? Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery!
I tackled the Health Checks next.
The BP had been so high on every check this week. I wonder why? Then again, a lot of things confuse me nowadays. Hahaha!
I used the old little camera to take this shot of morning sky – not very good is it?
Indeed not of my better efforts. I might have moved the camera a little, cause I was trying to catch the blue lights of the three emergency vehicles belting down Winchester Street, and the two on Mansfield Road in the same photo. Tsk!
I pressed on with updating the Monday blog and got it posted off to WordPress.During which, the wee-wees I found to have settled into a VSFWWW (Very short-Frequent-Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Hehe!
Had a break for a mug of tea and to get some breakfast. I reached for the porridge pot with the picker-upper claw, dropped it, then picked it up off of the floor.
Then, when I spotted how dirty parts of the floor looked – Guilt mode was Adopted. I stopped and cleared the stuff off off the corners and edges of the tiles, and got it swept and mopped.
Obviously, at this time of the morning (03:50hrs), I did not use the vacuum, but the old bush and pan.
I used the cloth mop to do the corners and gaps, and the round foot-press Spin-mop and bucket for the main area.
I made use of Flash floor cleaner and lemon disinfectant used.
I didn’t make any noise and felt a little proud of myself in fact.
The knees and legs were not complaining at all. I did have to stop for three of the VSFWWWs, though.
When it came to cleaning the mess afterwards, I found that two EIBWBBB weevils were in the water? Still, they were both dead ones.
But, as I washed the bowl used to clean both of the mops up in, I had to have a wee-wee.
When I got back after the VSFWWW, to empty the bowl that I’d left in the kitchen sink. Blimey, there was a live Weevil in the bowl.
Maybe it is fate, kismet, destiny or providence that I live out my life with these alien Weevils as some company? Has some all-powerful entity decided I can have their camaraderie and adopt them as pets? Haha!
I got to do this post and got up to here, then went to check the kitchen in case I’d left something running, like a tap (faucet), and to review the outcome of my domestic science handiwork. The floor didn’t look too bad, but Guilt about everywhere else made me consider doing some sorting on the counters and cupboards, the fridge as well.
Then Dizzy Dennis gave me such a scare! (All the bending, I suppose I should have known I’d get this!). I all but went over when he came again a few minutes later. I’d gone from Semi-Smug-Mode to Feeling-Sorry-for-Myself Mode in two minutes. Humph! But I thought I’d get the medications pots done up to avoid the stretching, bending and lifting, as a substitute Make-Me-Feel-Better-In-Myself-Mode? Hehehe!
Back to the computer, and checked the weather forecast, rain-wise to decide if to go out today or not. I had thought yesterday about getting a bus to Derby or Mansfield to get out a bit. No more Dizzy Dennis visits, yet! This is the forecast for today hour by hour:
I didn’t have the porridge after all. I had a mug of tea and some cheesy-nibbles and watched some clips about motoring accidents.
Sorted the Ablutions. Assembled the recycling bag, glass empties and black bags sorted out. Got dressed warmly and took them with me on the way out.
IT was -4°c outside showing on the electronic notice board near the lifts when I exited the building.
A water leak on Chestnut Walk didn’t help either. The frosted/iced vehicle screens showed how nippy it was. I felt a tad sorry for the lads doing the excavating work. I plodded on, waving through the window to Generalfeldmarschalless Julie and Riechsführeress Deana as I passed 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. Then to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.
Since my childhood, I have always been fascinated by heliotropism (movement of plants towards sunlight).
The stretch of panelling in this picture shows why. The shrubbery has somehow forced its way through the narrow gaps in the planks of wood, attached itself to the grain, and spread out. I continue to be amazed at Mother Nature. At Mankind too, but for other reasons!
Further down, as I walked by the entrance to the Muggers-Delight pathway, I spotted a piece of Nottingham Street Art.
I thought for a moment, (I do this occasionally) with the beautiful orange daisy (or whatever it is called) flowering bravely through the freezing weather to bloom and search-out any sunlight, it shows contrast twixt people and nature. I wondered if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If not, I could take a picture of some bricks for them back at the flats. Hehe!
I got onto Mansfield Road, and there was a while to wait before I could use my bus-pass at 09:30hrs. So I went into some Charity Shops to search for any China mugs they may have on sale. The Nottingham Hospice shop didn’t have any. The Cancer shop had a cup that looked like porcelain, but it was too heavy to be China. The Sue Ryder shop had a lot of cups and mugs, but no China ones, so my searching over, I went out to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus to Mansfield.
Not many passengers to start with, but it filled up later, and the bus had to keep stopping with no one at the bus stops. Presumably, to keep to the time-table?
Getting off the bus was a high-level-risk situation. The stampede from those at the back of the bus encouraged me just to wait until they were all off before me. But a woman still managed to tread on my bag and then foot sat sidesaddle waiting patiently for the trampling to end. Tsk!
Being the last one off of the vehicle, I then had to contend with the attack of those boarding! I have to give these folks credit, their shoulder charges, tut-tutting and dirty looks were all first-rate! I escaped the bus depot as soon as I could, it was chaotic in there.
I took the underpass through to the B&M and Poundstretcher stores, calling in the B&M first.
I poddled about for ages. First I went in search of any China cups or mugs they may have on sale. None found. However, I ended up with a bag full of purchases all the same. At the cost of only £10.38. A tube of Liquorice Allsorts, two different pots of porridge, Wagon Wheels for the Social Hour nibble box, and two pots of sweet & sour noodles.
The best thing I bought that made all the effort worthwhile was some Glengettie Welsh tea-bags! Perhaps the most potent tea I have ever tasted, just great! I’d not seen any on sale anywhere for years now. They only had three box’s left on show, so I grabbed them all!
I paid the lady, who I felt sorry for, as she had apparently lost her voice. At least she didn’t respond to my Good morning, Are you keeping well, or Thank you, comments. Tsk!
The rain was drizzling as I left, but it didn’t bother me as I only had to walk a few yards under cover to the Poundstretcher shop next door.
Where I spent a little more money, on Nibbles for the Social box, some biscuits for raffle prizes, and some flying saucer sherberts for myself. I found they had some bottles of French’s Authentic American Mississippi Sweet and Smokey BBQ sauce at… wait for it… 19p a bottle! Its usually costs £2! I couldn’t find a sell-by date on any, so I assume it must have been out-of-date. ‘Brewed & bottled in Missouri, USA’ it said on the label. I bought two bottles. I got the whole shop for only £9.87! I paid the lady, who apparently is suffering the same problems as the lady in the B&M store with her voice. Haha!
I can’t blame the staff at all. With so many shops closing all around them, even the pub across the way had closed down, it must be thoroughly depressing for them, and their spirits at rock-bottom.
Out into the sad roadway outside that had now barred any parking, that must have cheered up the few shop owners who are left!
But that did not stop a traffic Warden plodding up the road. The lady using her mobile phone nearly walked into the traffic officer, half acknowledge him without stopping using her texter. And then, almost walked into the scaffolding piles! Oh, how I wish I hadn’t put the camera back in my pocket! Hahaha!
I had a poddle around the sadly near-deserted streets.
Mansfield made Nottingham look like a Fun Palace. Depressive, I’m afraid.
Many years ago, when I worked near Mansfield for the Co-op, when the pits were still open, the folks were all a friendly and happy lot.
Even a year or so ago, I called into the Beales Store in the photo of happier times below. They occupied both sides of the parade.
Now, sadly I find they are closing down for good. This is such sad news for the retailers still open. Heartbreaking, I feel so much for the owners and the staff.
I took the midday meds from the pot in the bag and popped them.
I made my way gloomily to the bus station and joined the scrum to get on the Nottingham bus. I was struggling to get into the seat with my two bags of shopping, another woman trod on one of the bags. Tsk! I was glad to be going home, I can tell yers! Humph!
A little light drizzle on the way back to Sherwood. But the driver was on my side and went like a bat out of hell for me.
I had to hold back a wee-wee of course. Not easy or painless, but somehow I held out until I got back to the flat! Phew!
Dropped off in Sherwood and waited for a 40 bus to take me up the hill a few stops. A tenant from Winchester Court was sat in the shelter, and we had a chinwag and laugh, bless her.
The short uphill walk from the bus stop on Winchester Street proved a problem. The damned ankle kept giving way en route.
The workers seem to be taking away an awful lot of soil from the front of Winchester and Winwood Courts.
I hope they do not topple over and down the hill! Hahaha!
The drizzle had stopped altogether now.
I made my way back to the flats, and up to mine and took a painful wee-wee. Ahh!
Well, Argh and Ahh! Hehehe!
I unloaded the bags of purchases and put the nibble in the spare room box.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
I laid out the buys and took a photo of them.
I thought the Wheels would come in handy as raffle prizes, cause I haven’t seen them before so might be appealing?
The canned beans were a fair price and in smaller cans to suit me. The sweet & Sour noodles were very cheap, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t like them.
USed the step ladders to get the brekkie corner filled with the pots bought added and rotated date-wise. All full now!
But, the thing I went for, the milk, I’d forgot to get! Twerp, Eizel, Nudnik, Putz, Schlemiel, Schnook and Yold! But you must know that already? Humph!
I got the pie in the oven heating and added some Texas sausages later, so they were both ready at the same time.
Got it served up and had the last of the milk roll bread with it. Just about to get settled to eat it, and the door chime rang-out to its tone of! “You’ve started something oh can’t you… I only wanna be with you” (Dusty Springfield). It was Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie. They had come to do a battery check with control with the Alert Wristlet alarm. They’d seen me hobbling home earlier, so knew I’d be in. The smell from my Cumberland Pie and sausage cooking got them going, they liked it! Hehehe! Check all done, I told them about the Glengettie tea bags bargain, had a short chinwag and off they went.
I used a drop of the BBQ Sauce I’d bought on it. I must remember not to use too much in future, its very hot, but I think I can cope with just using a little. Hehe!
An 8.5/10 flavour rating for this one.WAshed the pots up.
Watching the TV, Dizzy Dennis paid me another visit. Tsk!
Can’t remember much after that, so I assume I dropped off at a ridiculously early time. Which is probably why I woke at 23:30 hours, wide awake?
Ah-well, as the Italians say, ‘Quel Che sarà sarà’ I think?
23:30hrs: Woke, engaged thinking mode, needed the Porcelain Throne. Struggled to get my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and off to the wet room. Stubbed my toe en route, and painful it was too! Long toenails, ah, coming today at 10:00hrs is FootLady Sue! And a food delivery expected at 06:00>07:00hrs. I sat on the Throne, my duty to do… Haha!
Oh, Boy, had Little Inchies Lesion been bleeding again! Naturally, it started flowing when I cleaned off the encrusted blood. Humph!
The evacuation was a tad reluctant to proceed and side-splittingly uncomfortable.
Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled too. The Catastrophy book was perused for a good chapter or two.
Cleaning up the rear end and the lesion took me an agony-ridden good while. I was beginning to think I might be in for another bad day. But, after a nosey around, my not finding a single EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) in the wet room, I cheered up a little. Maybe they had got lost on the way to attack another flat yesterday by mistake?
The pins seemed to be no worse this morning.
Although, some new scars or welts or blood papsules had appeared. The padding around the Arthur Itis-infested knees seems to be getting more puffier. On the plus side, I say, the ankle has not given way, at least not yet today.
Free poetry, eh! Hehe!
I got the Health Checks done, and the medications were taken. No Furosemides today.
The Sys had shot back up again.
I got on with updating the sour, sad Sunday diary updating.
The wee-wees started, and they were of a different type yet again! I’ve classified these as VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe like Painful) Wee-wees. Am I going mad or what? But some control seems to be returning, I haven’t had to use the emergency grey-bucket yet, I’ve got to the porcelain in time each time.
Got the Sunday blog finished and posted off, then I made a start on this one.
I got an email from TFZer Lona ♥ in the USofA. She suggested I cut the tops of my socks to use when the fluid retentions are high to relieve the pressure. Brilliant idea I thought, and I replied thanking the gal for her advice.
I went on to Facebook to update the photo albums and visited the TFZer Facebook page.
Onto the WordPress comments.
Then to the WordPress Reader. All in between VSHLPs of course. Tut-tut!
A wee-wee, and then made a brew.
I took the midday Health Checks just too see if things had gone down any, and they had.
A lot better than the first one were.
Got the ablutions done early. Still no signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles).
The Asda delivery arrived, and I put away the items. I’d got a load of slice Milk Bread. I hadn’t tried one of these since about 1968 when they first came out. It was the Wonderloaf Bakery who made them then. The company has changed hands a few times; now it is branded as Warburtons.
Got some brekkers, then started to create this post. It’s taking me a long time though, the concentration isn’t too good at the moment.
As it got light, the sun came from behind the flats, making an interesting photographic opportunity for me.
I used the bought many years ago, Nikon Coolpix L 31 camera which uses Alkaline AA batteries. But when I put in the card, it was a bit of a job to find the photo afterwards in the Photo file?
FootLady Sue should be here soon (10:00hrs). Being as she has never arrived on time before, I’m not getting too expectant.
Sue arrived at 1050hrs. I enjoyed a natter while she did my tootsies. I was informed that the cost would be rising from the next visit. Ah, well!
Off she went, and I gathered the black bags and recycling white bag, got the nibbles out of the fridge for the gals at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalisticalisationing Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.
I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute and taking the white bag down with me in the lift. In the foyer, I found Mo sat there. We had a giggle and chinwag. Then out and handed the white bag to the caretaker… who was ‘Not’ on his mobile. (Honestly!)
Ambled along in the cold sunshine to the cabin. Dropped the nibbles off, and made my way back to the flats, cursing my forgetting to take the camera with me.
Into the foyer, and there Penny (On the left in the photo) had joined Mo taking a seat while she waited for a washing machine to come free.
We had a chinwag and a laugh between us, bless them both.
Up to the flat to have a leak. This one and each that followed (And there were plenty of them, Tsk!) were VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees).
Updated this blog to here, then checked the comments and perused the WP reader again. I went on Facebook for a while. Jenny from the flats suggested in a comment that I ask the Doctors about the possibility of my getting some compression socks on prescription. Now that was kind of her, a great idea! Thanks, Angel Jenny, I will ask when I go again to the GP. ♥
Got the salad nosh made up.
Overdid it again, and could not eat it all. But, what I did eat I took delight in enjoying. Especially the vegetarian mini-sausages and the Milk Roll sarnies.
Did the last Health Checks and had a look at the Freeview channels had on offer. Pleased to see that some of my favourites were on. The A-Team, Rumpole of the Bailey, Heartbeat and Hustle. So, I got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up, a pot of nibbles and an apple assembled on the side Ottoman ready to settle down to enjoy the programmes.
Went for a wee-wee, to find that the Lesion was bleeding again! A painful cleanup and application of the Daktacort cream, a rinse and back to the welcoming second-hand 1978 vintage rickety recliner to get myself snuggled into.
The first A-Team episode I got through with only a couple of short nod-offs. I drifted off again. Woke while Rumpole was on, but only lasted until the first set of adverts came on. Fell asleep and when I woke again, I changed channels to get to see the last two minutes of Heartbeat, that was it as far as the TV viewing went. Zzzz!
22:35hrs. Woke up, with a wonderful few memories from the dream I’d been having, I was back in the arms of long lost love Suzie. Ah!I got back to sleep to see if I could get back there… But no more dreams of any kind!
23:45hrs. I reckoned I had had six hours sleep or so. Good that. Broken by the pleasant nightmare, but still. As I began to remove my body mass, and there’s a lot of it you know, from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. Demands on both ends came in for the wet room to be visited with all haste again like in the past two mornings. (I’m becoming a right regular ain’t I, Hehe!) So, I got myself upright, and without a sign of any toe-stubbing, knocking anything over, or treading on anything, I was seated on the Porcelain Throne within a minute I think. The evacuation went so well too. No messiness, no bleeding from the rear-end.
As I sat there, waiting patiently for the wee-weeing to cease, the flow was so gentle and without sensation, that I wasn’t sure if it had stopped or not. I had a read some pages of the war book.
I checked with some toilet paper. Oh dearie me! Blood had bled and was still doing so. (I thought I’d been rather well with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion lately). A good job I bought the over-the-counter Hydrocortisone Cream last week, cause I forgot to ask at the surgery for another prescription. Not the 3° like that would have been, and not so useful either, but this 1° is better than none! Applying it was a nightmare again. Painfull and messy, but I got it sorted eventually. By the time I had got it done, I had needed another wee-wee. And boy had the style changed from the weak effort I took while sat down earlier! An SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee) is my classification. I wonder if the reason for the feeble attempt was because I was sat down?
I checked the condition of the pins.
Well, blow me down! I now have vicious wee-wees returned, and one red leg with the other its standard shade? The right this time more filled with fluid, a reversal of the last few days state of my pins? I’m nonplussed! Will they ever get back to near normal again! Two things, well three things that do scare me, Going blind, going senile or being incapacitated in movement. I can cope with all the other ailments. The new ticker and related farce of getting the INR level right, multiple blood tests, self-injections, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyner, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, etc. Even Shaking Shaun, Colin Cramps and Dizzy Dennis visits… but these three things I would be nervous and concerned about if they kicked off on or in me. Gonna bit maudlin there didn’t I, sorry.
As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted some EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) four on the floor around the door area, and one on a cabinet?
I think I will have to admit to failure in my battle against the illegal immigrant EIBWBBBs. It’s been a good war, but the little things have worn me out. There are too many of them. I just can’t understand how they are leaving me alone for days, and then they reappear again. This morning’s weevils were all dead apart from one. But I do keep spraying and coughing up the bug killer spray daily in the wet room, still. It is rare nowadays for me to find any live ones. Perhaps their Kommandant Obersturmbannführer has designated the shower room as their cemetery? Hehehe! Maybe I can come to some agreement with them for an InchcockBeetleExit, Euro-Style?
I set about doing the Health Checks and medication taking, unsure of whether to take a Furesomide or not, I left it for today, not knowing if I had done right or wrong really.
The results looked a little more balanced to me this time. Sys and Dia back down nicely.
While I thought of it, I put some sliced chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot with a little light Soy sauce to marinate and turn on later. The thoughts for today’s nosh was a Cumberland pie, the mushrooms and the Frits I got from Marks & Spencers yesterday, maybe, perhaps, possibly.
The morning view I thought was worthy of recording again.
Somehow I never tire of this vista. It makes me aware that I am not alone. Out there are my fellow Nottinghamians: shoplifters, pavement cyclist, street sleepers, muggers, burglars, the unemployed, failed child-maintenance payers, shortchanging rude shop staff, Social security fiddlers, etc. Haha!
Back for an SSPPWW with splashback. Tsk!
Finally, I got the computer on and updated the Saturday blog. This took me three hours with all the photographs to sort out, and so many things were happening. Also, I had to take about four SSPPWWs, all without any splashbacks.
I went to make a brew of tea, and the rain splashing on the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows, made me take a look outside. I took a photo right and upwards of the unsolicited new work making balconies, then I snapped a shot of the car park below. Blind taken shot of course, as the new windows make it impossible for me to photograph over the new deep window ledges and still see the viewer screen on the camera unless I get on the step ladder so I can reach out far enough into the rain and wind. And it was windy out there compared to earlier. I noted that one of the cars had been reversed into its space. Well done that resident!Much safer!
At last, I made a start on this post.
Many hours and wee-wees later, my mind turned to my getting some brekkers. Corn Flakes this time.
I got the packet down with the new Stick-Pickerupper okay, but for some reason that the grabber didn’t want to lose its grip on Cornflakes! I had to release it manually.
I don’t have a lot of luck, do I? Getting it back up, and it still wouldn’t release, I had to get the step ladders and get it back up that way. Schmuck!
Ate them, with one of the Freebie mini bottles of apple juice. Mind you, by the time I got around to it, the flakes were all soaked in the milk and soggy! Humph!
Back to the WordPressing, and…
It was hard work getting anything done on the computer for an hour or two. It seems to be getting less slower now, note I do not say its getting faster. Thank you, Mr Mike Fries (Photo above, he’s about to squeeze more cash out of me for a crap service!), and your quomodocunquising company of avaricious incompetents!
Went on Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZer page.
The mobile, which was on charge in the other room. The legs were giving me some grief as I limped to get the mobile, but it stopped just as I got to it. Back to the computer and the landline light flashed and the tone chirped. Twas Brother-inLaw Pete. We had a nice natter until he had to go.
Back to Facebooking.
Got the nosh prepared.
It went down well, very tasty!
Washed the pots.
I tried to stay awake for the live football match. But seconds after the kick-off, Zzzz!
23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.
An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.
Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!
All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!
Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.
The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!
I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.
Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.
The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?
I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?
These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe!
I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.
Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress.
One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.
Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.
I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 0805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!
As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.
But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.
Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.
I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.
As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!
Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.
I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.
Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.
Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.
I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!
Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.
During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.
I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.
Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!
The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.
The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.
When I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.
I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.
Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.
I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.
I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!
I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.
As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!
I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!
We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.
Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.
Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!
Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.
It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)
Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.
2325hrs: I stirred, and lay there waiting for the brain to function and join in with the body into imitation-life. Which it did, with a single top-priority indication: “We need the Porcelain Throne – Now!”
I urged my mammoth-stomached body to allow me to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, and stumbled to the wet room, onto the Throne and did my duty. Messy evacuation. During which, I did not see a single EIBWBBB (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle).
As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over... and knocked the Protection Pants from the cabinet onto the floor instead. Oh, dearie me! I picked them up and back to the main room and had a closer inspection of the pins and tootsies of the now more fluid-filled Popeye looking legs.
Damned shame this has happened, cause now I will have to go back on the dreaded side-effect Furesomide tablets. Not good! Heaven knows what the Wee-wees will be like from here on. Still, my warts, blemishes, scars, welts, papsules, spots, growths and blood-swells had all changed again, which keeps the interest going. Hehehe!
Into the Hallway, and moved some stuff out into the spare room to make access for the plumbers/builders later when they arrive. No more bother from the ankles, no more mystery giving ways. Come think of it, I suppose the area of the ankles where the socks kept in the fluid swelling might have been the cause. They were the softer socks as well. Hey-ho!
Hello, I’m sneezing now! By gum, they are big uns too! Hope I don’t wake the neighbours up, it’s around 01:00hrs at the moment.
I got the Health Checks sorted.
By Jiminy, the Sys and Dia have gone up a lot? I took the medications but held back on taking the Furesomide after all, until I see how the fluid retention goes later. I’m genuinely not keen on going back on these tablets unless really needed.
I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa!
I got the noodles in because they were on sale at half-price!
Had a wee-wee, made a brew of tea and then I took these three photographs from the unwanted, unliked view & light-blocking new window. Getting wet in the incoming drizzle at the same time. Haha! One to the left, straight ahead and the last one to the right.
The mind thought about all those Nottinghamians out there. The young, the old, the shoplifters, muggers, pavement cyclist, patients and medical staff in the hospitals, speeding motorists, both Nottingham Policement on patrol. The street-sleepers. The lonely, the lost, the homeless, the rich, the poor, the demented, the greedy and my fellow incompetents. Just a thought!
I ventured out onto the creaking wooden slats in the balcony, opened the metal spring flap on the left side window Luckily I have a good supply of medical plasters!) and took this picture of the wet Chestnut Walk below.
Another wee-wee, and set about updating the Thursday diary. Got this finished at 03:00hrs and made a start on this one.
I went to make a mug of tea and get a finger-plaster on the cut thumb from my opening the balcony window. It happened again, this time only one ankle giving way. Using all of my remarkable quick-wittedness and physical dexterity, I avoided going over. (Ahem!) But did manage to clout my shoulder against the doorframe. Klutz! Sulking-Mode-Approaching.
This made me feel a little fed-up with myself.
So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out.
I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot.
Sillily, I decided to photograph my efforts with the stick-grabber as getting the pot down… the second I took this shot, the Noodles flew out of the grabber, hit me on the head and bounced off of me and into the waste bin without touching the sides. Hahaha! No damage to me or the pot! Smug-Mode Adopted now!
Made the pot up, and watched a DVD on YouTube while I ate it.
I went on CorelDraw to make up the graphics again, then started to get them on the WP gallery to use later. Hours later I had to rush to get the ablutions done in time for the upgrading men to arrive.
All freshened up, I got the black bags to the waste chute, and finally got the header graphics and templates done for a couple of weeks or so, and the chaps arrived to do the upgrading work for me, bless em!
I did the CorelDraw graphicalisationing while the lads were here. Much drilling as is to be expected, but they got the job finished and had gone off for their nosh. They will return for me to sign-off. A lot of sorting and cleaning to do, but not today, its too late in the day for me.
Got the Cumberland Pie in the oven!
I think the pipework by the much-dreaded and feared plumbers is next to come. Shudder and Near-panic Mode Engaged at the thought!
So tired now, and a headache from the noise of the works. I had to stay in, in case the Clinic emailed about my erroneous missing of the last appointment. Klutz!
Did the Health Checks.
Got the nosh served up.
The ready-made Cumberland pie, onto which I added some grated extra-strong cheddar cheese, was A1. Along with the slow-cooker cooked vegetables; mushrooms, peas, and carrots made this one of my better efforts tastewise. I added some caramelised gravy granules to the crock-pot, avoiding the need for any salt to be used. Drained the veg and added it to the dish.
A Taste-Rating of no less than 9.2/10 was given.
As usual lately, I settled to watch an episode of the A-Team on channel 21 on the box. But, this time I stayed awake all the way through it! (The excitement of having the messy prep work done and having someone to talk to, perhaps?) Then, I even got ten-minutes into a Rumpole of the Bailey show… but that was it… Zzzz!
00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.
Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.
Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!
The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.
The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.
Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.
SYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.
Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.
I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!
Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.
Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.
Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.
Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.
All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!
Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?
I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.
And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so after I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!
The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!
Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.
09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.
The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.
A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.
Dropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.
I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.
The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed 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.
Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.
Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.
I decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.
Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha!
Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.
It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.
When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the washing and got the short cycle going.
As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.
Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.
I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.
Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.
The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.
They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.
Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!
I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!
2345hrs: Woke up, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Not an easy task when one has to move so much excess body weight and get the mass into a semi-perpendicular position ready for actually walking. But I coped well-enough.
The evacuation was one of the easier and less messy ones for once. During which the brain engaged with the body, and the stampede of harrowing miscellaneous unwanted thoughts and fears began to reign into the mental picture. Slowly they faded, leaving me a nihility that refilled with ponderations of a weak-willed, wimpish compliant mode. I cleaned up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
I could not resist taking a shot I’ve done many times before, from the view and light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new windows. Because the view was so beautiful. The evening street lighting helped of course.
I took the dishes and mug from last night to wash and put them in the sink. I had a terrible thirst on me this morning (I still had hours and hours later?), so I decided to make a brew first… which proved to be little heart-breaking!
I got the new China (Well it was made in China, Hehe!) mug, and as the kettle heated up, as any right-thinking sinensophile or tea-lover would, I poured very-hot water from the tap to heat-up the new china mug before making the brew… Oh dear! I let it slip from my grasp, and it dropped onto the older China mug soaking in the bowl! Causing, two chips in the loved old mug! I nearly cried! The receptacle must now be thrown away! Too dangerous to risk using it now. Any cuts in the lip, they bleed much more than other areas, and my being on the Warfarin, I dare not risk it. I’m all discouraged and pitiably sorry for myself, now! Poor old schlemiel! Oy Vey!
I got on with doing the Health Checks, miserably! Tsk!
The Pulse had gone from yesterdays first checks, to being low again now. Mind you, it’s been less, so I don’t know why I mentioned this?
Looking closely at this photo, I might have read 161 for 167? Can’t tell for sure. Tsk!
The point worth mentioning is the ultra-slow and little, but definite decrease in the weight over the last three days!
Off for a wee-wee again. They have turned back into the SNCWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) mode now. Which, as on this occasion, can cause problems, as you might understand. Humph! Had a cleanup!
Made the brew (carefully), and thought about breakfast later, and decided to have some Marmite sarnies, using the sliced Polish bread. Plenty of it left from the gigantic loaf to use up.
But first things first I said to myself. I must get the Tuesday post updated and sent off. Which turned out be a more extended session than I would have liked, with all the photographs and complicated things that took place, I was right in thinking this.
Then, I had to return for another Porcelain Throne session. Another no-bother session.
I checked the pins while in there. Some pretty almost decorous red spots blotches and blemishes had appeared. The fluid containers had altered a little from yesterdays too. I didn’t want to, but maybe a half a Furesomide might be needed as the swelling looked to me to be increasing again. Oh, I don’t know, I’ll leave and see how things go. Or should I? I did!
With interruptions for the odd SNCWW, and my need for drinking, I eventually got the Tuesday diary finished and sent off, but not until gone 07:00hrs! Blimey was I piddling about or what? Had I nodded off and woke up without realising it? Going bonkers here I think, losing it!
Got an Email from the Doctors surgery about my request for an earlier appointment than 11:00hrs for my next blood appointment. I sent a reply, asking for an earlier appointment, please.
I began starting this Wednesday diary.
On the first break for about the ninth wee-wee, things changed again! I am now classyiying this and all those that followed as SHLNCWW (Short-Hosepipe-like-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) The unfelt dribble was now a hosepipe like style! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!
I went to make yet another mug of tea, and the moon was still showing in the sky!
When I opened the light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new unwanted window, there was ice all over the outside of the black chipped new frame.
It’s not a good photograph, but this is best three I tried taking. Amazing, here I am now 09:00hrs, and the moon still battling to come through. Which told me, it must be below freezing out there. I put the thermometer as far as I could get it to go without losing a grip on it. It showed -3°c. Brrr! Glad it is as snug as a bug in the apartment!
I noted the frost and or snow was covering the bottom field now. Not many birds about, apart from the nasty seagulls.
I took this photo as best I could, with the sticking out too far window ledge would let me. I had to zoom in the take the picture blind, but this one came out alright.
The frost clearing shows frost on the cars and their windscreens.
I got the Marmite jar out for use later on.
Then I noticed the bottom of the new mug, It claims it is ‘Fine Bone China’. If so, it is was a bargain at £2, I think. The tea tastes as good as in the old one.
Another SHLNCWW, being prepared for the hose-pip element, I was more cautious this time. It’s not so easy when one cannot get any feedback from the senses when Wee-weeing. Humph, but Hehe as well!
Back to the updating of this post for a while.
Then the desire for my super-breakfast of Polish sliced bread with Marmite got too strong for me to resist any longer. I made up the sarnies, watch a YouTube while I ate it up!
I might not need a meal again today.
I set about checking the Page Top graphics and made a few more up on CorelDraw.
Got an email back from the surgery about my request for an earlier appointment than 11:00hrs for the next blood test. All they have available is 10:05hrs! Not good is it, Grumph! Depressed once again now!
I fell asleep in the computer chair! Woke up just as I was falling over and off of it! Miracle I didn’t cripple myself!
I did the Health Checks and took my medications.
Titivated this graphic I did months ago
I spent more hours on the computer, before falling asleep (it turned out to be a fretfull fiesta full of waking ups and worries) as I was watching Law & Order on the telly.
Had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. It came out as an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee)!
01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.
As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥
As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.
It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.
Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!
The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?
Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.
I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!
I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.
Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!
Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!
I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)
Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.
Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.
I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.
The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!
Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)
When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!
I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.
Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?
I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.
Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!
I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.
Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.
As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!
I crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!
I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.
As I left the store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.
By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody near for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.
I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.
As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.
Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!
As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!
Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.
Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?
Or he may be too busy to bother? He has a lot on his plate at the moment:
His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!
Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.
I got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.
Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for me! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.
I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.
I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.
I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.
Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.
To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!
More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.
Up and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.
Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!
I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.
While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!
Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!
I woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!
I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.
For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!
I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!
00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all?
An extemporaneous and sudden demand arrived for a wee-wee! I fumbled my way out of the recliner, and stepping on a teaspoon on the way, I lunged for the emergency grey-plastic wee-wee bin, to find it was nearly full! (I could not remember taking any wee-wees last night either?) It turned out to be an LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) effort. It eventually filled the tub almost to overflowing.
I engaged my ‘Had-Enough-Already-Mode’ I hobbled to the wet room, and thoroughly cleaned and antisepticated the grey bin after emptying it. While I was doing this, the need for the Porcelain Throne’s usage arrived. It was a miracle that I was in the wet room at the time. For the evacuation was a five-second-long Diahorrea Donald, Trotsky Terence type, messy and soft! More cleaning up needed!
I returned to the recliner room, stepping on the errant spoon again. A silent curse word, a painful bend-down to retrieve the now warped cutlery piece, and gathered the plate and tray and off to the kitchen with them. The light tube was still on its last legs, and I foolishly forgot about this and turned the switch on. Within seconds Dizzy Dennis started off. Oy Vey, already! I left the items on the sink, I’m not going to sort them until it gets lighter and I can see properly.
The wind-up torch was utilised to do the Health Checks and take the medications and medicationalisational activities.
I had to use the torch again, to be able to take this photograph of the medicines.
I got the computer on and made up last weeks and today’s charts on the Excel record sheet. (During which I had to take two more LSPWWWs!) The readings today were up and down a bit. The pulse had never been lower, the weight and temperature have never been higher. Tsk!
Back to the Porcelain Throne. (Tsk!) The rear-end evacuation was over, again in seconds. But the follow-up LSPWWW took so long! I read the ‘Catastrophe’ book for a chapter or so. Huh!
This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph!
The electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope!
A few short, light Dennis Dennis visits and two more LSPWWWs came while I was updating the Sunday Diary. So it took me longer than usual by a long way. But, finally, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.
I began to wonder about these wee-wees, and questioned if I had taken a Furesomide without realising it? But I don’t think so, as I cannot recognise one in the photo with the tablets in it above.
I made a start on doing today’s diary for an hour or so. Then decided to get some brekkie, a pot of porridge I think. I’ll make in the light of the other room this time, to avoid pouring boiling water on my digits again. Hehe!
06:30hrs. Started to get the ablutions done.
An LSPWWW was passed. Then, would you believe it, I had a spot of bad luck. (Hard to comprehend, I know.) Half-way through the stand-up washing session, and the hot water started to run cold! Is today really happening? Or, am I still asleep and in the middle of an incubus nightmare? Mayhaps, it’s the Grim Reaper going soft, and making this day on earth so horrendous for me, that I won’t mind his taking me away? Haha!
I prepared the black bags and recycling bag ready to take down. I can’t take them yet, its too early cause of the noise, and the tube replacement chap might turn up anytime after 08:00hrs.
As I settled to update this blog, I suffered some splanchnic pains. But not from Roger Reflux or Duodenal Donald. This discomfort is coming from the lower abdomen. It is a nagging sort of pain, but I’d say only a 3/10 of the pain scale. Might be from the urinary bladder area? This organ is linked to the kidneys and may be why they have made the appointment for me on Thursday. No, Friday. Or not, of course. Hehehe!
I got on CorelDraw and creating some more page top graphics for the diaries.
11:10hrs now, no signs of the Nottingham Homes Maintenance electrician yet. So I made up some thoughts of the morning odes and graphics to use later. Shame, I’d hoped they would arrive early enough for me to get some shopping done. But, Hey-Ho!
12:20hrs now. No light, no hot water and in pain with the mystery pangs. Fed-up as well. I’ll nip out to see if I get some information from the Wardens, and ask them to ring about the hot water, or lack of hot water I should say. It’s the third time this has happened.
Hope to back in a while. I dropped the bottle of orange Lucozade on the foyer desk for anyone to take.
I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…
I set off out, feeling confused and irritated with myself.
Took this photo as I left the foyer, of the centre New Build Winwood Court compound.
Hobbled along to 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 waved to a couple of passing residents, who acknowledged my greetings. That was good.
Got in the hut, and explained about the tube and lack of hot water. I felt even guiltier when I realised that Lynne and Julie were getting ready to eat their midday meals. Tsk!
Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.
Will I fall asleep if they come late?
I can’t dare watch TV, cause if I put the headphones on to view the TV or a DVD, I’ll have no chance of keeping awake.
I hope I don’t wake up late for the clinic and blood test appointments in the morning.
When should I eat my dinner?
Mustn’t forget the medications and Health Checks.
How am I going to cope for 16 days with the flashing tube in the kitchen and the ensuing Dizzies that are sure to come?
I’ll have to wedge the door open I suppose, in the hopes that they come straight in.
Thanked Julie and Lynne for their help and apologised for things getting things wrong again. Klutz!
I was a little in turmoil as I walked back to the flat. But I saw Willmott-Dixons Perambulator Pete and Ian Incharge as I hobbled along. So took pictures of them I can doctor later.
I then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say.
I told Penny of my woes. We had a little natter and laugh going up in the lift. I enjoyed that no-end.
Got in the apartment, and had what can only be called a marathon LSPWWW. Longest ever one for me. Haha!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then got on the blog, to get details down before I forgot them.
While writing about the concerns, the mobile phone rang. It was Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager, Obergruppenführeress and Ballet Dancer Angela Gould. And boy was I pleased that she read my blog! She’s rang maintenance and got them to call today for both the Tube and the hot water problem. Bless her cotton socks. I was a little mixed up when I was telling her about things, but she understood I think. I thanked her and carried on with this blog updating. In a much cheerier mood.
At 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes. I thanked him, and off he rushed to his next job.
Now, all I have to come is another electrician to do the water tank electrics. If they come soon enough for the heating to start, I should have hot water in an hour or so. I think it begins getting heated around 18 or 19:00hrs?
I must not sit down, or I know I’ll nod-off, wanting to or not!
I did some work in doctoring the lad’s photos on CorelDraw and Paint. Got them finished. Hehehe! Hope the lads see these and like em!
I went on Facebooking then, adding to the photo albums.
16:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.
Oh, a success! Texas sausages, passata, and chilli-beans. The excellent tasting Aldi sourdough baguette used to dip and suck with. The other ingredient in the main dish was some rusty (skin on) potato chips. A sliced apple and another Limoncello dessert rounded off the feast for me. A 9.2/10 Flavour rating, despite my feeling so tired.
I think I was just at the point of nodding off when the intercom phone burst into life. It was another young man, who came mend the heater that had ‘Tripped-Out’ again. The lad was in and out in around three minutes, all done, now. Thanked him, had a wee-wee, did the last Health Checks and medication taking, and sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on to try and stay awake long enough to watch a ‘Hustle’ episode.
The instant I got down, Colin Cramps attacked! He had a go at the left side tonight and got carried away. The fingers, wrist, toes, foot, and leg all suffered acutely. And these annoying pains from the cramps stayed with me for longer than ever before.
I kept rubbing in the Phorpain 20% gel on and off for over an hour to try and get some relief. I think, in the end, it had little effect. The cramps just got bored with hurting me. Hahaha!
I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘Hustle’! I drifted off into much-needed sleep, hours later than my usual time and before the end of the programme. (Nothing new there, then!)
Hey-ho! What a flipping harrowing, problematical, health challenging, mind-confusing, busy, and yet heartwarming at getting some support, sort of day it was!