Monday 10th June 2019
Welsh: Dydd Llun 10fed Mehefin 2019
01:40hrs. A distracting night of sleeping-waking repeatedly and regularly for a wee-wee! It looks like the infection is coming back. The evacuations are looking pale yellow, and are becoming more frequent again, it seems. Not surprisingly, I needed another one.
So after rising from the sometimes downright dangerous £300, second-hand, rickety, gungy-beige, c1968, working-and-then-not-working recliner, and gaining my balance, appreciating there was far less pain from the stubbed toe, I was off to the WC, taking the almost full EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) with me for emptying and sanitisationing.
Then, the mysterious stubborn-streak in me, that decided to get the hand-washing done, being as I had got up, albeit grudgingly, so early. I did not want to miss using the time I had made and gained in foolishly, nay, lamebrainedly, nay, stupidly getting up and about so early in the day.
The bad luck was in the middle of washing the shirts and socks, the damned cunningly timed Peripheral Neuropathy started the handshaking and leg dancing just at the moment I was emptying the bowl of soapy water to be replaced with some clear cold water for the rinsing out!
The fingers played up at the same time, and I ended up making a right and glorious mess of the kitchen and myself!
Blow the waist, got soaked as the hands lost a grip on the bowl. The good bt is the protectin pants kept most of the water out, but unfortunately, it dribbled down the trousers and onto the feet then floor to join the tidal-wave I was already sloshing about in! Cleaning things up was a painful affair, but I got it done eventually. Then dried myself out and changed clothing. I got on with sorting out and resumed the hand washing duties.
Again, somewhat ruefully, the finger dancing caused me to lose my grip of the Wilko clothes softener, dropped it, and the side split open! At least there was far less mess and disruption to sort out this time.
I got the things drying and hanging eventually. Cleaned up again, and noticed my dodgy right-hand hand, had horrendously gone all red!
I think that with the whole body looking so anaemic and pale ever since the stroke, made it come across as being something more alarming to me?
However, a few minutes later, it had started to transmogrify back to its regular pastiness and off-whiteness. Hehe!
Perhaps the mixture of Wilko liquid soapflakes and fabric softener caused the colouration?
I got the emergency bucket disinfected and in position for easy access, near the computer. Used it for an SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee) again a little yellowish.
I made a brew of good strong Assam tea and sorted the medications out.
On the computer to update the Sunday post.
I hadn’t got far, and it was hard work with the finger-end-dancing.
I eventually, three months later it felt like, oh, and four wee-wees then, I got the update completed! Sent it off to WordPress, but, as I say, it took sooo long to do!
I had a comment come in from my American cyber-pal, Tim. He mentioned the health checks readings and how good they were.
This made me realised I had not done the health checks, so I got them done. They looked okay to me, Sys 167, Dia 78, Pulse 83 and Temperature of 35.8°c.
The coughing and sneezing began again, out of the thin? No accounting for it.
I put some photographs on my Pinterest site. I then got on with starting this post off.
Time to get the ablutions sorted out, if I am to get everything done to catch the 09:30 bus to town. I hope the wee-weeing doesn’t bother me when I’m out. (Just a thought, but a worrying one!)
The stubbed toe look a lot better, but various back-up stubs during that on the three-wheeled-walker ensured it was still painful! Hehehe!
Got things ready, and set out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. I hopefully will see Hauptsturmführeress Warden Deana, and ask her if she would kindly fill in the Questionnaire about the Nottingham ‘On Call’ service I used, for help when I had the stroke, for me. And explain my writing problems with the electrification of the fingers and shakes, are making my handwriting almost unreadable. To me, it was as well!
Gruppenführeress and Weekend ‘Tatler’ Model Deana, was in the office, and kindly, she filled in the form for me. I trotted over the road to the Post Box and got it in.
Then returned to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents portacabin. Some strangers were having a meeting there, and it was hard to find a seat. Glad I did though, I had a friendly chat with Angela, Roy, and Welsh William. When it came to going out for the bus, a right gang of residents were gathered. Hehe! Most of them got on the outbound bus. Those that went on the inbound one had a collection (including me), of trolleys and walkers. So, I had to sit on a sidesaddle seat. Most uncomfortable and incommodious way to travel, but, a necessary evil nowadays.
I got off with the others, in town on Upper Parliament Street. I called into Wilko store and bought some more liquid soapflakes, softener to replace the one that split open in the Accifauxpas early on. Humph!
Then I went to the Poundland shop. But they had no Pork Farms Pies in, so I came out and decided to walk down Clinton Stree West and take some photographs. But as I stood there, I thought of Sandra from the TFZ site, when a turquoise I think, bus, was going by, from left to right, I took three snaps. On a closer look later at home, I saw the writing Lilac Line. So I got that wrong as well. Sister Jane would not be surprised to read this. Hehe! I hope Sandie likes this.
As I began to walk up to Clinton Street, another so-called street dweller had taken up a position close to the Poundland shop.
I felt a smidge guilty in passing him by, but one doesn’t know what to do for best in these situations. If someone is selling the Big Issue, at least they are trying to improve themselves. Poor devils or con-men?
But who am I to judge?
The large store on the corner of Upper Parliament Street and Clinton Street that used to be a John Collier Tailors, (Remember their TV ditty? “♫John Collier, John Collier, the window to watch! ♫” Next it was a Burtons Tailors, I assume when they bought out the previous occupant. Many shops have occupied it since then, but all have failed. So, it’s no surprise they are struggling to get anyone interested.
The limp down Clinton Street West brought many photo opportunities for me.
I poddled into the slab square and began t go down Exchange Walk and took this photo on the right. The chap on his mobile looks just like my Brother-in-Law Pete. (To me, anyway!)
I got so far down, and glanced at my new-to-me second-hand “£2 wristwatch, with its £10 strap replacement, Hahaha! I realised I didn’t have time to g to the Marks & Spencer Food Hall in search of some Californian Sourdough bread after all. Else I will miss the L9 bus home.
So, I nipped back along South Parade near the tram station, and to the other Poundland store on Fletcher Gate… No, that should be, on Wheeler Gate. Tsk! But they had no Pork Farms pies either. But, I still ended up with a dirty-great load of stuff to add to the Wilko products already in the trolley. I ended up filling the shoulder bag too! Bleach, Payne’s chocolate brazil misshapes, Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant at £2 a bottle (Three pounds a bottle at Morrisons), so I got three of them. I certainly overdid it. A lady at the checkout helped me pack the bags while giving me a look like it was saying, “The poor pitiful old fool!” Huh, I know, I deserved it, too!
The rain began to come a lot more substantial, and I made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street.
I got a bit wet on the trip, but once under the bus shelter, it was dry enough. I took a shot of the Council House Dome, encapsulating some buses on Queen Streer. Encapsulating? Is that the right word? I’ll check it out… Yes, that’s the word. Smug-Mode-Engaged!
The journey home was a daymare! Three of us on the bus with Trolley-Guides, and on the Sidesaddle seats – the rain was almost a storm – people getting on and off the bus, showering me with rain from their umbrellas as they got on and off. Then a lady with a pram got on! Sheila (I think that’s her name) adjusted her trolley-wheeler to make room. Leaving far less room for people to pass, I got wetted repeatedly as folks got on and off… then someone trod on my already stubbed toe! Still, we had a natter and laugh.
When we arrived at the flats on Chestnut Way, I got adequately soaked-through within seconds of alighting the bus. Shiela shot off at a pace that Veronica Campbell-Brown would have been proud of. We Woodthorponian’s do have much further to walk to and from the bus stop, the Winchesteronian’s were soon in their block, a few yards, not the 400 yards we poor devils had to suffer and get soaked-through, doing! Not moaning or jealous of course. Just wet! Haha!
After a bit of a farce trying to get in the lift, I got up and in the flat. The first thing, a wee-wee. Then out to fetch the trolley and bag inside. Put the stuff away, and got the kettle on. Readied the evening medications for later, on the Ottoman. Another wee-wee, it still looked on the yellow side to me?
Made a start updating this post and getting the pictures sorted out.
I stopped to phone Sister Jane. I wanted to know how she was going on with her poorly toe and the operation. I totally forgot about it as we nattered on about this and that.
Back to the blogging, and I recognised I had not asked Jane about her toe! I rang her again and inquired of her toe. Well, after what her surgeon said to her, I agree with her decision not to have it done. After the operation, which will hurt, she will be limping for at least a year, possibly two! I got the idea he was trying to put her off… well he succeeded! Tsk!
I pressed on with the blog for several hours. The rain kept pouring, then suddenly lessened.
I got the chips in the oven, and the porks slices readied. Then I did some more work on this Inchcock Today.
I then had a nip put on the balcony to take a photograph. The petrichor smell after the rain was wonderful. Just look at the spectacular, amazing colours of the greenery on Chestnut Way.
Nearly all of the balconies in the shot, have been decorated and adorned now. No doubt, an apartment with a female tenant in the flat! Hehe! Only joking!
I took a picture of one of the balconies of a man at leisure, peace, and having an idle-moment. Jealous mode adopted! Hehehe!
He’s wearing jeans, old man’s slippers like mine, and lounging, feet up, relaxed, with a newspaper and book near to his expensive, possibly new chair; that I would not be able to get out of once I’d got down settled in it.
My EQ told me this pleasant scene proves that he does not have housework, ironing, and no laundry to do. No walking stick. No, medical appointments, no physio exercises to do, his balcony does not leak like what mine does, I don’t see any medication pots. Above all, there will be a lady living in the flat. Haha! Jealous Mode still in use!
I got the nosh made and served up. Chips, Brunswick smoked ham, mini pork & pickle pies, Pinto beans and a Limoncello dessert to follow. I ate it all!
I got back to my naughty ways afterwards and ate a bag of crisps, and some chocolate covered Payne’s brazil nuts and two jelly babies! I blame the getting soaked through in the rain. Ahem! Guilt Mode Adopted!
I just know I’m putting weight back on, and am a touch wee’d-off with myself now!
I got settled, took the medications and watched some TV… Zzzz!