Monday 21st January 2019
Icelandic: Mánudagur 21 Janúar 2019
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.
This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph!
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.
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 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!
- 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 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.
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.
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.
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!
It’s nice the lads can fix things so quickly, and good to have them fixed. Nice graphics, and decent looking dinner.
Cheers, Tim. If it wasn’t for the Patch Manager reading my blog, I’d still be having to wait 20 days for the light-tube, and three for the heater to be mended.
It feels so good, having help from above! Hehe!
The Texas sausage tasted great, mate.
TTFNski
And written with acuity
By gum, thank you Sir!
🙂