Friday 15th March 2019
Welsh: Dydd Gwener 15 Mawrth 2019
23:25hrs. The repeated SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) had ensured I eventually woke up properly, suffering from clinophobia, but having to get out of my £300 second-hand, pile-encouraging, rickety, ci1968, recliner, to have yet another SNSWW.
The precious EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), had never been so full. And considering how little was being passed on each visit, I reckon I must have spent more time going to, using and returning from the EGPWWB overnight, than did in the recliner! Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Hehe!
Off to the wet room, in need of the Porcelain Throne. I soon found out that the boil that is coming up on the inner thigh, had been joined by another one or more, they were tender and sore, on the posterior (The poetry comes free, Hehehe!) The evacuation was a painless, bloodless and an unmessy affair. (I felt like Hanukkah had come early!) Hahaha! Rinsed, medicated things in need, and emptied and disinfected the EGPWWB, ready for further use.
Then to the kitchen to get the Health Checks sorted. I’d got as far as getting out the hemadynamometer, and thermometer on the counter; and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne!
However, it was another easy evacuation for me, no bleeding from the rear, only from the boil, or whatever it is, gave me any pain. I checked out the pins (legs). They were a little bloated, some of the papsules and pot-marks seemed to have done a runner, with one new one appearing. No, two, I just spotted the bottom one.
Ah, I’ve just thought of a name for them. The Mutational Alien Pins!-M.A.P., like on the lunar surface! Hehehe!
I rinsed up again and poddled back to the kitchen. Got the Health Checks done, and imbibed the medications.
Made a brew of the Glengettie tea, and turned on the computer. I felt tired now. Considering I’d only been up about an hour or so. Still, with all the waking to use the EGPWWB overnight, I shouldn’t be surprised should I?
But it is a shame. Cause I have to go out today, to get some sample tubes, a pair of shoes that are one size too big, so they will fit over anything the leg ulcer clinic might put on them, and a loaf of hopefully, a small sliced Milk-Roll variety if I can find any.
I started and pressed-on with updated the Thursday post, then got it sent off. Then went on the WP reader. Next, I had a look to see if Facebook would let me work on the albums and TFZer site. All seemed to be working okay.
Made a start on doing this blog. Then turned my attention to things jentacular. I still haven’t bought any more cornflakes, not surprising I haven’t been out for what seems months but is only a few days. Hehe! So, a pot of porridge it will have to be for brekkers.
I got the ablutions all sorted, I had to have a stand-up wash, so I could leave the night socks on because it was just too painful with the swollen legs to get to change them! It was another hurtful enough exercise just getting the new PPs on. This situation is not acceptable! I’ll have to mention it to the nurse at Monday’s blood test. Then again when I go to the Mary Potter Leg-Ulcer clinic on Thursday. He says in full (hopefully) expectancy that they will listen to him!
Still, sometimes the pins can change so quickly, and I might get a bit of walking in today, that sometimes gets them to slim down a bit. The wee-wees had stopped altogether now?
Went to tidy up the kitchen counter.
Then I did the second set of Health Checks early. I caught sight of a mini-rainbow on the horizon and opened the unwanted hard to clean, light and view-blocking new window, to take this photograph of it. Not as awe-inspiring or large as rainbows in other parts of the world, but a rarity here. A bit like common sense and logicality are rare in Inchcock and politicians in the UK.
In reality, it was three shots I took, the other two did not come out very well. Those two were memorable only for their blurriness! Tsk!
I heard a lot of mechanical commotion as snapped the rainbow, so I bravely (given the last few days Accifauxpa record using them!) got the stepladders out, so that I could take this picture straight down, of the busy-bees working below.
I gathered the bag and three-strong shopping list. Fumbled around checking lights, the stove, the taps (faucets), lights, etc. to ensure things were left in order, and set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute on the way.
It was windy again, but not a cold one at all. I got to 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 porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed, to find three other tenants in there. No Guards in, I think some pro-tem ladies were due on site today, according to one tenant. I had a natter with Mary, who was telling me she was still waiting to move to her new flat at Sneinton.
I was a tad embarrassed to, but I asked Mary if I could get my foot up on the chair, would she be kind enough to close the velcro for me, as my legs were so bad and blown up this morning, I couldn’t manage the simple task! She was okay about and laughed, telling me of similar troubles she had suffered! Bless her! A few other residents arrived to wait for the bus with the rest of us. The moaning began! Mary, Roy, and Malcolm all had a little chunter, hehehe! Something to do with pigeon spikes, I think it was.
I went out to the bus stop, and the others joined me and those already at the stop.
Mary is in the blue and black coat, centre back. Tom, Elizabeth, Mary, Roy, and the others were still grumbling about something or other. Haha!
I had a laugh and chinwag with the chap on the left. A grand couple, his wife and him are. (Names fail me again, Humph!)
I got on the bus, everyone bar two, got off in Sherwood. I had a pathetic bash at the crossword book en route.
When I got off of the L9 on Front Street in Arnold, I crossed the road and went straight into the Shoe Zone shop. I bought the required size-nine brown shoes. As long as they had velcro-closures, felt soft enough and looked sufficiently broad fitting, I was not concerned about style or colour. (But then again, I never am. Haha!)
This pair fitted all the needs, so I grabbed them and took them to the lady at the counter. I think I bought a pair earlier this year of this style, for £14.99. These were £16.99. Hey-ho! Brexit?
Then out and over the road to the Asda Store, and rushed as much as I was capable of doing. Got my three-strong shopping list. The legs felt more cumbersome than they have ever done, and the soles of the feet were very tender when walking. I was struggling somewhat to get about. But, I was not miserable with it, cause I knew that next Thursday, I will be seeing a different specialist to be ignored by. Tsk! I paid at the self-serve checkouts for my three items, without any problems with the machine! Smug-Mode Temporarily Adopted! Two packs of the French baked, small soft baguettes for £3.30, (Asda had none of the Milk Roll bread on the shelves, Grumph! And some part-baked Petit-pains.
I don’t know how or why, but I forgot to get the cornflakes! Klutz!
I hastened painfully and hobblingly out and up to the bus stop, with minutes to spare. I knew the L9 had not been and gone because a chap tenant was sat in the bus shelter.
I made a comment to him about the beautiful sky and got a ‘Grumph!’ back. That was the end of that discussion. Haha!
I took this photo of the amazing clouds in the sky over the car park. While keeping my eye out for the bus coming. I was pleased with how it came out, considering how quickly I snapped it.
Another failed effort at the crossword book on the way back home. In Sherwood, some tenants got on the bus. But none spoke to me, they didn’t see me. (Well, I can’t blame them, I might not have talked to me either. Hahaha!) Doris, Peggy, and Roy were amongst them. Four minutes later, we were back at the flats. I walked back with the chap on the sunglasses from the earlier photo, and we did have a little laugh or two and natter. When we got back to the flats, his other half who had sped ahead, opened the lobby door from inside for us. A pleasant couple, bless their cotton socks.
I sliced some chestnut mushrooms and got them in the saucepan. Put the oven on. Got the cobs put away all bar the ones I will have with tonight’s nosh. No wee-wee demands at all yet? With the legs now seeming so heavy and supposedly full, I would have thought the wee-weeing would be rampant?
Got the last Health Checks done, and made a brew. Then on with updating this diary. After around two hours or so…
I tried the reset button. Why don’t they just call it the Lost Hope Button? Then I turned off everything, losing some work in the progress of course, that needed doing over again later! Oy Vey! No connections, so I tried turning off the computer and back on. No luck! Another power-off, waited a minute and turned it back on. Nowt improved!
I poddled about in the kitchen, got down on my knees (How stupid can one old man be!) The fight to get back up on my feet was agony and time-consuming. This started off the knees. Both of the boils started stinging, and then Anne Gyna joined in with the assault on my body!
Now, I was annoyed with myself!
I limped (literally), back to the computer. Wallah! Mr Fries internet came back on at last! But now I had lost interest.
Went to check the legs out.
It was not a pretty sight. I decided to take a Furesomide tablet, now I expect the wee-weeing to start again with a vengeance soon.
Got some chips in the oven to have with the tomato baguettes I was about to prepare for when the chips are ready and serve up the mushrooms with them.
Although the flavour and taste were grand, and a worthy 8/10 rating, I’d made too much. I ended up eating only about a third of it, but I enjoyed what I did consume.
The chips and the Halal chicken mini sausages were very flavoursome indeed.
Went to made a brew, and poured it out. As I was taking a photo of the evening sky, the dreaded wet and warm feeling came from the PPs Protection Pants.
So, off to the wet room to check on things. Little Inchies fungal lesion was flowing blood again. By the time I had cleansed and medicated things and got back to the kitchen, the tea had gone cold.
So, I made another mug of Glengettie tea and took a second picture of the view.
The darned legs felt more substantial than ever, I expect that in the morning when I do the Health Checks, I will see a considerable increase in weight, due to the now bloated more than ever, storage of bodily fluids in my poor old pins (legs).
I hope I can get the pants and socks on in the morning. I’m gonna have to try and get some help from somewhere if I can, if things don’t improve soon.
I got the loose-fitting socks off okay, by trapping them with the other foot and heaving the leg away. But there was no way I could cope with getting the night socks on.
I settled in the rickety second-hand recliner that was born ci1968, and the fretting mind kicked off, just about everything it was possible to worry about, be afraid of, or was not going right hassled my brain.
I sat there with my plates-of-meat and pins on the Ottoman to watch TV, and it looked to me, like the leg-ulcer that had almost cleared-up, was beginning to make a come-back! Fancy-that!
I found it impossible to view anything on the goggle-box, nodding-off and waking repeatedly, I gave up. Pulled the woolly-hat down over my eyes, and drifted off into the land of Nod, for a wee-wee free sleep!