Saturday 4th May 2019
Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 4 Cèitean 2019
03:30hrs. Woke feeling so cold for some reason. Then realised that using the three-wheeled trolley meant I had to move the towel heater in the hallway so I can make room for using the walking-aid-trolley. Phwert! Ah, well!
I got the foot saddle ready for the carer when he or she comes later. Then got a shower and shave, did the teggies.
Rang Sister Jane. She had a good time last night, but can I please not ring her so early! I felt such a fool!
The carer arrived early, different chap this time. The good news is I had mastered the sock-glide this morning. He only had to put the Ankle Protection strap on for me.
Did some blog catching up from the notepad until it was time for me to take the medications. Nice not to forget for once. With month or so of people giving me the meds, it is so easy for me to forget to take them. Grumph!
Got ready, then off to the bus stop with the trolley-walker of course. Called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnant 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. Some bits were left over from the cheap out-of-date food selection. Some leeks, that looked all wet and runny. But seeing them made me decide to get some leeks when I was out in Arnold shopping at Asda in Arnold.
However, my getting on the wrong bus forced a change of mind. Nebekh! I decided to go to the old fashioned but not cheap greengrocers on Mapperley Tops, Woodborough Road. So I dropped off the bus and had another battle with the three-wheeled walking aid as I nearly fell getting off the flipping bus again!
I made my way to the shop. It’s excellent shopping there, cause you can buy one leek, one onion, one carrot, one mushroom, and one potato, which I did, along with some large eggs for brekkers in the morning. Mind you; they keep the scales out of view?
Walked over to Sainsbury’s store, resisting buying any meat from the butchers. Swank Mode Adopted! The plan was to have the vegetables done in the slow-cooker and add a tin of beef, later on, a stew of sorts, but we’ll see. Got some tomatoes and bread thins
On the walk home, had to walk downhill to get to the Woodthorpe Grange gates to cut through to the flats.
I took this photo of the clouds, making sure I got the leek sticking out of the trolley walking aid, just for fun.
By the time I got to the gates, I’d had some harassment of sorts.
Farther down Woodthorpe Drive, two Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by very close me from behind, and the bigger of the two gits, actually spat in front of me, and the spittle hit me! Swine!
This made me so angry!
I recovered my composure, not suitable for my getting excited in my condition, is it?
A bit further down and the trolley again proved it does not like going downhill at all!
I took this shot of the traffic slowing down for the speed-check monitor.
I cut through car park into the Grange and around the footpath on my way to the flats. It was too heavy going shoving the trolley over the semi-wet from last nights grass.
As I stopped for a breather, a man and woman with a little white, long-haired dog came and asked me if I was alright as I didn’t look so good and a bit pale skinned. I thanked them and said I was only taking a breather.
Further along, I met them again, and we had a natter. You can see in these photographs I took of their friendly dog, how windy it was, despite the sunshine.
I took some more photographs as I struggled down the gravel hill to the complex. There is no doubt about it; this trolley will have me over before long.
Somehow I got down and into the apartment without injury, but it was a close thing a few times.
I got in and started the stew going from the purchases in the slow-cooker.
Then spent too much time doing the blog updates, and got caught up at last, and posted them off, did some Facebooking.
Got the fodder finished and served up.
I ate it all up without any bread.
Felt a bit bilious, and it was very unsettling laying there in the same place and position in which I had the stroke.
All of which was too much for me. I ended up in panic mode when eventually settled, very late.