Thursday 13th June 2019:
Finnish: Torstai 13. Kesäkuuta 2019
02:50hrs: Woke up, with a bit of what was, or seemed, a long dream in the memory box. I was in the jungle in a campsite, staked out on the floor in a clearing, and being skinned alive by Charles de Gaulle?
As is usual lately, the waking-thoughts being processed were rapidly replaced with the need to have a wee-wee.
I exited the £300 second-hand, gungy-beige c1968, rickety recliner with ease almost. No Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry or Shaking Shaun was bothering me at all! Although, I did take a little longer than usual to gain my balance. With the aid of the walking stick, I got to the wet room without any accifauxpas.
While in there, I carried out another rummage around in vain hopes of finding the misplaced or lost Cancer Sample return envelope. No luck, of course. Humph! I also tried to pass on The Porcelain Throne to get a sample. Going through almost agony, but managed.
But, I still had no return envelope to use. Most irritating and annoying, my not knowing what the heck I did with that envelope. Frustration Mode Adopted. Humph!
Off to the kitchen, and got the hand washing done. Washed a shirt and socks, and got the trousers from yesterday drying on the flat airer. Hung the t-shirt up over the sink, and put the socks on the pipe-airer.
I took the morning medications. A little early, I know. Then I did the health checks; Sia 81, Dia 72, Pulse 92, and the Temperature was at 35.5°c.
I put a large potato in the crock-pot and started it going on low.
The view outside had to be photographicalised. The morning’s colouring was one of almost ghostly, and or phantasmagorical. Well, it was to me, but I am partly colourblind.
Back to the wet room for another wee-wee. This time of the rare LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee) classification. While in there, I put down the drain dose of drain unblocker, in the wet room sink.
I set about on the Computer updating the Wednesday blog. It soon turned again into hard work. As the fingers kicked off on their dancing and electrified-jumping routine. To be joined at times by the wrist and shoulder; which at times, was so violent. This Peripheral neuropathy seems to be getting worse each morning, as is to expected thinking about it. It is in the mornings mostly that I am to be found belting away at the keyboard. So, the nerves at the finger-ends are bound to be worse at this time. Forget I said owt!
I got the Tuesday lactarium finished at last. And went to make a brew.
The lightness of the morning caught me out. Of course, I had to realise how long I had been working at getting the diary updated and finished.
I got it posted and sent off to WordPress.
Then its time for the ablutions to be done, in case the INR blood nurse comes early, as she did last week.
Off to the wet room again. The shave was almost blood-loss-less! Haha! The new toothpaste was, how shall I put it? Erm… Well, er, disappointing at first. Not a nice taste. I thought I ought to go back to the regular one.
But as I was showering, the mouth felt a lot fresher? Was this due to the MaxFresh paste? If so, it might be better if I put up with the odd, taste that comes with it.
I got things ready and poddled to the hut, and handed some prizes and nibbles out. Then caught the 09:30hrs L9 bus to Arnold. Many nattering sessions and chinwags were enjoyed, very much so.
Most folk got off in Sherwood, but four of us from the flats went on, to Arnold. I was chatting away, en route.
In the Estate, I took these shot on the bus, from the side-saddle seat.
They show how murky it was getting. I dropped off in Daybrook, and called in the Sainsbury store, in the hope of getting some fresh garden peas.
I was in luck. I came out with some garden peas. Anya potatoes, yellow sunglow and brown Caramella tomatoes. Not a lot! Paid the woman on the till, and out to catch the same bus on its return journey. Mary, Pete, and Ray were on the same bus. We had another natter en route to the flats. In Sherwood, three more Winwoodonians got on. Angela, Roy and Shiela. Even more, gossip ensured.
Walking along Chestnut Way with Angela and Roy, I stubbed the same flipping toe against the wheel of the trolley-guide when a car came from behind and broke my concentration. No complaints, we were all walking on the road to avoid the filthy footpath with our wheeled aids. Haha!
Roy needed a sit down in the lobby. I stayed to keep him and Angela company and keep them smiling. Cyndy came in later, and we all went up in the lift together. Up in the elevator and another bit of jollity shared.
Fond cheerios shared, and I got in the flat. A wee-wee. Wash. And got the peas shelled and in the saucepan for cooking later. Got the mature cheddar out to add to the spud later on.
Here are the day’s purchases (Just showing off the healthy foods I got, Hehehe!).
Then as I was setting about updating this post, the intercom rang. It was the INR nurse – Blimey! I’d forgotten all about her coming! Thank Heaven, she arrived late. I avoided making a right clanger there! Oy vey!
I mashed the slow-cooked potato and husk up with some shredded mature cheddar cheese, and got it in the oven cooking and browning, I hope. Washed the crock-pot and cutlery. Did some more blogging, and it was soon time to get the nosh served up!
I got a call from a Stroke Physio nurse (I think). Making out what was said was confusing. (I shall be so glad when I eventually get the hearing aids mended… mind you, I might be ninety by then, the way things are going so slowly Tsk!) I think she is calling in the morning, to put me through the agony of physical activities. Argh! Hehehe!
Boy oh boy, the potatoes came out beautifully burnt and crisp on the outside! The fresh garden peas were just fantastic (So were the ones that never made it to the saucepan as they were being podded!). The fancy tomatoes were tasty and sweet. The Polish herbed-meat was magnificent. Even the gherkins tasted so good today!
A flavour rating of 9.55/10 for this one!
I got the pots washed, had a wee-wee, and settled down for few dozen five-minute nod-offs – waking up and repeating the process. I’d put the TV on to keep me amused for the odd three minute sessions when I woke up! It also allowed to see what programmes I was missing Hahaha!