Saturday 2nd March 2019
Croatian: Subota, 2. ožujka 2019
01:05hrs. I had an attack of clinomania this morning. Oh boy, there was no way I wanted to wake up, let alone get out of the £300 ci. 1968, second-hand rickety recliner in which I was spreadeagled, half-in, half-out of! I retrieved my right leg from the Ottoman, not easy, but I managed it.
Then, I spotted many signs of guilty-nocturnal-nibbling having taken place around me. A jelly-baby resting in the folds of my stomach, an empty Marmite crisp packet in my right arm-pit, and a spilt tub of Marmite biscuits on the floor. Self-disgust, shame and culpability mode Adopted! I wanted to show and feel apanthropinisation, in an effort assuage the guilt and self-loathing, but my usual lack of confidence, insecurity, self-doubt, and I timidity felt compelled, to launch a mind-attack at my actions inwardly.
The need for me to use the EGPWWB (Emergency-grey-plastic-wee-wee-bucket), ended up with me treading on a pen and breaking it, causing a welt on my foot as I was en route to the bin.
This first wee-wee of the day was of the LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. This meant I had a long, painful job of cleaning, tidying the room, medicating Little Inchies bleeding lesion to tackle. But, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda stopped me doing the cleaning, as bending was too arduous for me. I tried my best, but Anne Gyna then joined in with giving me grief, and I gave up trying to clean the place at all. It was far too early to use the vacuum, due to the noise disturbing my neighbours.
So annoying, my waking up each day in such a different physical state with the ailments! Moan over. Hehe!
I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.
Ah, the first signs of the day improving already! The Sys had come down again compared to yesterday.
Back to the Whoopsies! I went to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy affair and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again too! I cleaned things and myself up and doctored the lesion with the Daktacort ointment this time. It is a little stronger, with miconazole nitrate in it, than the other cream. I was very sore after applying this and the Haemorrhoid Harold cream. Now, I had burning and stinging at the same time. Hey-ho!
Washed up and made a mug of the Glengettie tea, and put the computer on to update the Friday post. Got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.
Wee-wee’d, back to the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wees) again now.
I made a start on this blog for several hours. Then went on Facebooking.
Then I got some corn flakes, a mug of tea and a lemon yoghourt for brekkers. But the yoghourt fell off of the tray when I was taking the breakfast back to the computer. The pot burst open and joined the mess already on the carpet from the nocturnal nibbling crumbs that still need cleaning up. Oh, and the NCH plumbers mess from their shoes have not been sorted out yet. Depressed-Mode-Adopted!
08:00hrs. I readied things to get the ablutions tended to, and off to the wet room. The first thing I did was to pick up the bits of soil, grass and grit that had been deposited on the wet room floor when having the shower-head replaced.
Then I begrudgingly mopped up. The new shower head came in handy for rinsing away the water afterwards. By now, Anne Gyna and Kidney Ache Kevin had both increased their stabbing pains. But Arthur Itis was amazingly calm?
I had a good shave, did the teggies and got under the new shower-head. I medicated the fungal lesion and put some Germolene on the hand where I burnt it on the kettle yesterday.
Then dried-well and applied some Haemorrhoid cream. Got the new PPs and clothes on, and made a check of the pins (legs).
There was still an imbalance to the fluid content, and a new black papsule seemed to be coming up on the knee cap area. Just a few more spider-veins on the lower leg today.
I went to make a small mug of tea.
I heard new sounds from somewhere, they were not bothering me at all. Just that I could not identify where they were originating from, nor what was making them. I pondered for a while on how to explain what they sounded like, on this post. I end ended up with this: “Kerchunker, Brr, Brr, Kerchunker, Whine, Thud”, a few times, but they didn’t last long? Hehehe!
I got the black bags (five!) of rubbish made up from the bins and the recycling one just being closed, I realised that if I was to catch the bus into town to do my photo-shoot, I had to get a move one sharpish!
So I abandoned doing the bags, checked around, but could not find my wristwatch anywhere? Scrabbled about and got myself out and into the lift. Which topped on the tenth and eighth floors with no one waiting?
I took this shot of the front of the complex when I got to the bus stop. Where a lady was waiting who I had a natter with, (Beryl I think, but you know my memory status, Tsk!), told me that the weekday bus service is going to be every two hours later this month, instead of hourly. Also, heavy rain was forecast for later and tomorrow. Oh, dearie me! But we’ll see!
Had a bash at the crossword en route to town, I didn’t do very well. Dropped off the bus and called into the Poundland Shop.
Amongst the things I bought, I got a pack of five children’s toothbrushes, to keep to replace the one that keeps disappearing from the laundry room. Nibble treats for the medical staff, bikkies for the Social Hour box, smoked bacon, Cheeselets, and I tried some of their ready-made sarnies. I can have these with some chip later perhaps. I paid at the self-serve till; which annoyed the assistant who had to put me right when the red light came on. Haha!
I came out and watched the Nottinghamian pedestrians strolling over the road against the red don’t don’t-cross signs.
I walked down Clinton Street to back of the Council House. I’ve not seen so many Nottinghamian’s about in town, for a long time. Then I realised it is a Saturday. (One forgets when one is beyond use, going senile, and retired)
The folks were looking far happier and content than usual today. The general gloominess in their faces had significantly reduced. I wondered if it was the sunshine that was coming out, Spring on the way, or the increase in Council rents that had arrived and they were making the best of what they had? (Mine went up too!) But I expect it is in my case, to help pay for the unwanted upgrade. You know, the millions spent on putting in new windows and balconies. Those that I can’t manipulate, have blocked the vision and light, windows in the balcony that remove various bits of skin off of my knuckles and or fingers when I use the balcony side window to take photos out of, because I can’t reach to make shots now the kitchen windows have stopped my accessing to photograph below. Because the ledges stick out too far, and I now have to use step-ladders to reach out for my beloved photographicalisationing. They fitted the new sliding doors and returned to fill in the holes, leaving my recliner, chair, curtains, carpets, TV, cabinets etc. with splashes of plaster. But they send a bloke with a wire brush and a bottle of cleaner, to destroy my new carpets, that will have to be replaced when the job is finished. Then, they left me with holes in the kitchen… Sorry, got carried away there!
Back to the plot: I walked around the back of the Council House and down to South Parade.
Quite suddenly, Kidney-Pain Kevin, Back-Pain Brenda and the wobbly right knee all began to give me grief and did so until I had got home and settled. A bit worrying, but still, I have been doing well up to now.
I walked painfully down Exchange Walk to the Marks & Sparks food hall. I slipped the Big Issue seller a couple of quid on my way in. I came out, considerably less well off. Serves me right, I’m a gannet when it comes to food! Roast potatoes, frites, a ready-meal, and other bits.
I had a walk around taking some photographs. Ending up at the bus stop on Queen Street.
Being a Saturday, the L9 was not due for another hour-and-a-half. So I waited for the 40 bus.
I spotted a plane in the sky (it’s where they are often you know? Hehehe!) By the time I had taken this snap and had a quick look at the camera screen, the clouds had moved so far, as I looked up, the layout in the sky was completely different. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them moving so fast in my life.
I was aware of how odd today’s hobble in the streets was, it felt like a xenizational walk around the City Centre today. As if no one could see me? Surely proof of my increasing Bonkersness, deliration, and psychosis?
The 40 bus arrived, and I failed miserably at the crossword book en route.
I was soon risking life and limb… twice! Firstly, in getting up to go to the bus door as the vehicle had to shake and shudder as this bus stop is on the steepest part of Mapperley Rise. Then, crossing the road was a challenge. Blind bends up the hill and down to contend with. A bloke in a BMW came up the hill and around the bend, he was going so fast, he nearly lost it! Safely over the road and walking down to the flats, I could now concentrate on feeling sorry for myself, as Arthur Itis, the Wobbly-knee Neil and Kidney-Ache Kevin, all made a concerted effort to ensure I was sorry about going out for a walk today. Hahaha!
As I limped in agony, well, a bit of pain, along Chestnut Walk to the end and my beloved Woodthorpe Court home, I thought to myself as I saw the obstacle course; “I hope the fire-alarm doesn’t go off this weekend. The engines would have a problem getting to us!”
I made it the flats and up in the lift to the front door, without seeing a soul.
When I got in, I had a wee-wee, washed and did the Health Checks. Then had a search for the missing wristwatch. I didn’t find it.
I got the oven warming up for the frites. Laid out the plate with the cold foods to go with the french fries.
Then, I carried out an in-depth search for the wristwatch and second pair of reading glasses. I was determined to find them, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hunting, rummaging around and talking to myself as I did so.
Eventually, the spectacles were located. In the wet room inside an opened part-used pack of Protection Pants, don’t ask please, I have no idea. Hahaha! Sad innit? But the wristwatch is still missing, Grumph!
I did the last Health Checks and emptied out the burnt frites from the oven, and put some more in on the cook again! By the time they were ready, the sarnies had started to go dry and curled at the edges.
Also, the packs of sliced apple I’d bought from Morrisons, and they had sent orange pieces, that were so bitter, after the first suck, I threw them away. Eurgh!
Still, the rest of the nosh was fine and dandy, apart from the dried crusts which joined the oranges in the bin.
I put the things in the bowl to soak, got the TV on and settled to watch a police programme.
As I put my feet up on the Ottoman, there was a pain and a sort of clunk from Wobbly-Knee Neil as he popped half-out of position. I muttered a curse word silently, then spent half-an-hour trying to get Neil back in his slot. Luckily for some reason, there was no pain at all when he eventually seemed to slide/slot in smoothly? This suited me!
When I got back to concentrating on the police on the TV, I realised I’d seen it before.
I remember thinking I’ll put on a Law & Order UK tape on instead… Zzzz!