Monday 28th January 2019
German: Montag, 28. Januar 2019
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!