Day: 19 June 2019

Tuesday 18th June 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 18. Lipnja 2019

(Who won the World Cup till France stole it by the ref cheating)

04:20hrs. On waking, I was amazed at how light it was – then saw the time, and understood. I had enjoyed over eight hours sleeping! Well, I must have needed and inwardly clamoured for it?

My EQ sensed and told me that today was going to be a struggle, despite this outwardly encouraging, but a late start to the day. And it was dead-right!

My heaving my generously-meaty-torsoed body out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, rickety, gunky-beige, sometimes working recliner, free (apart from the feet), of any pains of hassles, was not fooling me this time! Today, I listened to my EQ! (Not that it helped, really, Tsk!)

I made my way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and relieved myself by means of an LSPDOWWs (Long-Strong-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee). Glad I got that out of the way! This was followed by a call to the Porcelain Throne. Sat there, the 1958TV Cannonball theme song came into mind, and stayed there. I’ve been singing it to myself all day! Probably, with Timothy Price’s brilliant writing and singing the Neropathetic Mambo song for me. Hehehe!

I did the hand washing, just a t-shirt and a pair of new, extra-long diabetic socks.

Bach to the Porcelain Throne for another heavy-duty session. Mmm? It went well, not too messy.

I must say, the stubbed toe felt much improved this morning. (Little did I know what was coming up later – Humph!)

I then went on the computer and the Google Calendar, to check dates for this week. I had no ING nurse appointment but assumed she will be coming tomorrow, Wednesday, the same as last week. The only other item was the Asda delivery twixt 06:00 and 0:700hrs. So I did not have long before I needed to do the ablutions before it arrives. I barely had the time, to add the link to Timothy Prices wonderfully done song to my post in response to his new link. He’s put it on his site as well. It took me two hours!

I did the sphygmomanometerisationing, first before doing the ablutions. The readings looked fine to me.

Off to get the ablutions done. No shaving cuts, no stubbing of the toe, and no dropping anything, either.

All went well, (worrying to me that was, you know!).

I got a pair of the shorter bamboo socks on after the shave, shower and teggies were all sorted. These have a thinner foot covering, so might not hassle the toenails so much as the new longer ones do.

I foolishly allowed myself, to get into a sort of over-optimistic, self-deluded, virtually content state of mind, after everything had gone so well with the Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplop free ablutionalisationing session. Nebech that I have become, a fool of the highest order! Humph! 

The Asda delivery arrived minutes later. The driver told me it included some freebies this week. So, when I saw some Quorn Vegetarian Bacon fall out of one of the bags, I naturally assumed this would be one of the freebies. I thanked the young man and took the food through to the kitchen and unloaded them.

And what a mess they had made of the order! None of the deliveries from any store has a printed copy of the order nowadays. Of course, they claim it is to save trees! But if we have a query or problem, it must be brought up at the delivery with the driver! Who does not have time to wait for you to check on the computer! Anyway, the freebies were a little pouch of freshener and two Muller Caramel yoghourts. It turns out that my order for the fresh Quorn vegetarian hot dogs was substituted with frozen vegetarian bacon! Four flaming packets! There was not enough room in the freezer. I had to take stuff out and remove the contents from the boxes to make room! Now I remember why I stopped using Asda deliveries! Grumph and curse!

I went to make a brew and got some mushrooms sliced, and peas podded and put them in the slow-cooker.

I spotted down below, the new cross-over for residents of the new extra-care Winwood block, was almost finished. I took a snap of it from the unwanted, work-making, finger trapping new balcony.

The sky looked so enigmatic, no, that’s not the word, is it? Delineated, almost like it was a painting. Wonderful!

At this stage, I had to take another wee-wee. Not had one of this type for a while, and I can do without them, now, I might say. An annoying ELDWWIEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-End-Wee-Wee)!

Then I realised I had not taken the morning medications, so I did.

Time for me to get off 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, Excellently designed painful toe-stubbing entrances and doors, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. In the hope that Oberschützeress Warden and Catwalk Model Deana is in, so I can beg for help with filling in the Sherwood Health Clinic form.

I made the wrong choice, then! A really lousy decision. But, as things physically were going so well this morning, I decided to go with only the walking stick, on the hobble to see Warden Deana. Inside the block, all went well, but when I got outside, on Chestnut Way, on the uneven ground, as I took an unbalance trip, and the dancing and jumping started in the leg, the walking stick came down dreadfully hard on the poor old stubbed toe! The suffering started! I arrived at the hut, and Warden Deana kindly filled in the form for me. We had a bit of a chat for a few seconds before she had a visitor to deal with. I thanked her, and limped, really did struggle, to walk back to Woodthorpe Court.

But I did not let the pain put me off of taking a photo of the buildings, showing their progress.

As I kept stopping en route to let the toe stinging ease-off, I spotted I know not what on some wildflowers on the hedging. Can anyone tell me what they were? There was several of them, about meat fly size, but they were of a fantastic black and orange colouration.

It was difficult taking the pictures, as the hands had started dancing again.

I got home without seeing anyone in the flats. And was feeling a little self-disgust, at my not taking the trolley-guide with me, and not relying on the stick. I should have known, my EQ had warned me as well! What a Nebbish! Oy Vey!

I was feeling a little unlucky, and I have to admit, a tad sorry for myself. Pathetic, I know!

Got the coat and shoes off, slippers back on, made a brew and took myself somewhat painfully out on the balcony for a little sulk. I don’t remember why now, but I took this close-up zoomed-in shot of some houses. I think at the time, I had an idea to make a funny or thought later.

At long last, I pulled myself together, and a made a start on updating the Monday post. It was a real moral sapper of a session. The lack of concentration, combined with the hassle from the electrified-like fingers dancing and jumping, were making progress frustrating and oh so slow. Which is not what I wanted, having started so late on the update, mate! Ah, poetry creeps in. Gawd the mistakes, and amount of time correcting things. Humph!

The landline light flashed, and for once, I was sorry at all in getting interrupted. I’m afraid things are getting to me today. Anyroad up, it was Brother-in-law Pete calling. With me being already hours past my usual time for sending off the blog, he was concerned about me. Nice that! He asked about Amazon returns, and we spoke for a short while. Nice to talk to someone.

I pressed on and got the post finished. By then, I was over seven hours behind my regular time for getting it sent off! This was due to the extra sleeping, which I assume I must have needed.

I was about to make a start on this blog, and the intercom chimed out and flashed. It was the INR nurse. I didn’t know she was due today. Erica said she rang yesterday to tell, but I didn’t answer the phone. I felt almost chastised! She hurriedly took the blood, responded to her mobile and shot off, saying she might see me next week. I hope they are not going to make me go to the surgery for the blood tests again? Oh dear! I thanked her and off she ran.

On the computer again. By the time I had got all the emailing of the link done, it was well gone 13:00hrs!

I got some of this blog done. Then went on TFZer Facebooking, add photos and visit the Troll Free Zone.

Now I am knacke… very tried. Haha!

Getting the din-dins done. Trying some of the vegetarian bacon. It looks horrible in the oven tray, but we’ll see.

Well, it fooled me, it still looked odd on the plate, but it was tasty! A flavour rating of 8/10, surprised me!

Washed the pots up, and did the hand-washing to save time in the morning.

Then it was the usual, watching telly, nodding-off, waking, view the TV, change channels, with a sort of habrobaniacal unawareness of what the heck was going on.

Ah-well!