Friday 28th June 2019
Maori: Paraire 28 Pipiri 2019
04:00hrs. I woke and got out of the £300 second-hand, gungy-beige, tatty, c1968, sometimes operating, rickety recliner. Stood up and walked without any stick, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), had an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee), then thought I needed to use the Porcelain Throne, which I did need. But no sooner had I settled on the Throne, I realised that this was to be failed session! I got the clue from the solid-mass within, just not moving, and the pain from the effort to encourage it too! Haha! I gave up, got the feeling that much blood would be lost it I tried any harder, and a lot of time would be spent just sitting and waiting.
So, I decided to take some Senna tablets with the new medications later, that Deepak had delivered, all potted-up for me last night. Conveniently at a time that was an hour beyond the getting-my-head-down-time!
I had another RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee). Not the easiest of wee-wees!
Then got the hand-washing done. Just a t-shirt and a pair of bamboo socks. I got them washed, rinsed, and drying on the hanger and airer.
I spotted the ever-growing white patch on the front f the shirt near the bottom. Another Woodthorpe Court Flat 72 mystery!
Come think of it, I suppose it is where I spilt some bleach on it?
The water was slowly draining away again. Not as bad as the wet room sink, though. That is really slow, despite my buying and using the drain unblocker every day for weeks!
Then I tended to the health checks. Sys 155, Dia 55, Pulse 95, and Temperature at 35°c.
I used the first of the newly delivered compartmentalised medications. I must remember in future to add Senna and Warfarin at night.
Then another visit, with some trepidation, to the Porcelain Throne. This time the evacuation started. Got stuck half-way, and after some agonising encouragement, the movement was completed! Oy Vey!
I could see the lights around the Sherwood Health Centre, where I was due to go for the Podiatrist visit later on. I took a snap of it from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, too many panes of glass to clean, can’t see below due to the wide outer ledge, kitchen window.
I got the computer on and did a graphic for the page top and Thought of the day, on CorelDraw.
Then started to update the Thursday Diary. I was well-pleased with fingers, hand, arm, and shoulder’s lack of dancing about. But aware this could and probably would change later. (Unfortunately, I was right!) A lot to get through, but I’d mate some notes last night as a reminder, and they were invaluable to me.
Time to tackle the ablutions. So put the computer in sleep mode, and set about getting things ready.
No sooner had I done the teggies and put the shaving cream on the face; the damned hand, fingers, shoulder and arm started doing their involuntary Hokey-Cokey come corroboree dancing routine! At one stage, I had to stop and just wait for things to settle down. Luckily a few minutes later, it was just the fingers that were jumping about. I dropped the razors twice, facecloth once and the soap three times. I even let the flipping drain unblocker bottle slip when I had to use it again! Most agrannoying, Phwert!
The toenails were looking almost, erm, what’s the word I was going to use? Ah, well, another attributive and predicative adjective lost in the ether. I think!
After some hurry-scurrying about, readying things for the trip to the Health Centre and trying to make sure that things were not forgotten to take etc. I departed. Knocking on Josie’s door as I left, no answer. Took two bags to the waste chute, and out on the mini-walk to the podiatrist.
The three-wheel-trolley guide was taken with me. On the walk up the gravel hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park, I sadly realised that I could not have a walk through the tree copse. However, I stopped and carefully took a few short paces under the overhanging trees at the side of the walkway. An almost petrichor aroma lingered, and I enjoyed the few minutes under the trees.
Up onto the footpath in the Grange, I saw that a fair of some sort was getting readied on the bottom football field. I hope that the fights and vandalism of Woodthorpe Court that took place last year, are not repeated again. The Security men and police must think the same thing. As far as I know, no one was arrested or charged. The young yobboes were under age apparently they tell me.
I took this photo and then turned left down the short pathway, that comes out onto the Rise.
I gingerly plodded down the hill and right to the end of Elmswood Gardens. This three-wheeler is not keen on going downhill. Haha!
Shame about the steps on the corner. I could not manoeuvre my way up them, so I went up and right into the Health Centre.
The young lady in the reception was charming and had a sense of humour. I showed her my paperwork and asked her where the podiatry dept was. She pointed out a sign for the podiatry sign that was behind me. I said; “Ah, that’s a good clue!” She smiled, and I went and took a seat in the waiting area. A chap came and sat opposite me. I gave him an acknowledging smile, said, “Good morning!” to him. In return, I got an up and down look and a sneer. But he may have been hard of hearing, so no offence was taken.
A rather pleasing to the eye, lady fetched me into her treatment room. She went through my history and asked a few questions of me. She was soon getting me on the coach and testing the toes reactions. The result was not good, but she then got the nails clipped for me, while, I am glad to say, having a natter. She told me the toe-cutting lady can be booked every eight or ten weeks. Then saw me out and I went to the reception and asked if it was possible for her to book me an appointment for eight weeks time. She tried for me, but they can only do six weeks in advance. So suggested I call in when passing, and make an appointment then, in a couple of weeks. She said she would phone for me then. Very kind of her. I thanked her and made my way up Elmswood Gardens, towards Mansfield Road to catch the bus.
On the way, I stopped to take a photograph of a white flower and some buds. I’ve no idea what it was, but it looked so beautiful! I had to be patient and wait for the wind to stop long enough for me to take the shot.
Which hand to be done with the left hand, as the right one was doing its dancing again.
As I started to grab the trolley to walk on, I spotted this whatever it is, that had firmly attached itself to a succulent leaf. Again, I had to be calm and wait for the wind to cease for a little.
As I started off again, I realised I was getting some gobsmacked looks from two blokes behind me. One said (I think), “Was it worth it?” I’m not sure what he meant? But he didn’t look in a very good mood?
I made my way to the bus stop on Mansfield Road and found a fellow tenant and wonderfully pleasant, Doris sat in the shelter. We had a super-duper gossip, and we nearly missed the bus! The driver recognised us and stopped! Haha! That could have been a right disaster!
I walked down Chestnut Way with Doris, we were still nattering. When we got to the foyer doors, she pointed out some newly laid grass, that had been destroyed by a lorry backing up onto it, she said.
We got into the lift, and on the fifth floor, I nearly forgot to hand Doris her bag I was carrying for her from the bus. And she missed her level! I did feel the right Klutz! But she was alright with me. Shame-Mode-Adopted! She had come up with me, and go down again to her floor! Tsk!
I called to see Josie on the way in the apartment, and she answered. And was looking far better than the other day. Yee-Haa! I checked if she would still like a meal tomorrow, and she said yes. I asked what time she fancied it. She was going out later, so asked for 12:00hrs. No problem I said, and after a little chat, I got in the flat.
I had a wee. Then took a photo of the damaged turf from the unwanted new balcony, out and down and to the right. The new car park was in full use.
The metal spring release grip, on the degree-needing, to operate, new unwanted balcony end window, that requires pushing and pulling at the same time, defeated me! I could not manage to get it open! But at least I avoided any injuries this time.
To get the picture of the lawn below, I had to open one of the finger-trapping other windows, and hang out and to the right; during which the walking-stick slid from where it was rested in the corner, and came down smack-on the poor old much stubbed right toe! I said to myself under my breath, “Well, fancy that!”
I began computerisationalisticalisationing again for a couple of hours. Took the medications, got the nosh served up and eaten, (A flavour rating of 6/10) and readied myself to watch the France v USA soccer match.
I fell asleep. Waking up for the end of the match! Huh! But at least America won, now England they face England, on Tuesday 2nd July. I will have to try not to support the USA team, this time. The fact that they won, I believe was down to me reporting of the situation with the crooked avaricious FIFA shower of pocket-lining leaders, who cheated big-time to let France win the World Cup against Croatia, and got away with it, that I wrote yesterday! Hahaha!
I felt a bit of life returning uninvited, and any more sleep was not an option at this time.
So I got the hand-washing done, rinsed, rang-out and hung to dry. A bit like I felt, really. Hehehe!
Amazingly, I found I needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. Two a day now for a Thursday and today I reckon. This is rare for me. As was this session. The usual hard and bloody effort, and change in colouration to a sort of khaki?
I was feeling like something to pick-me-up nibble-wise. So got one of the Asda cheap iced lollies from the freezer. The stick in the lolly having been frozen out of position, although not earth-shattering, still made me smile.
I suffered a bad mind-wandering-pestering session as I tried to get back to sleep. I calculated that dozens of fears, worries, concerns and things to over, fleeted through the grey-cells. I even got agitated over how to do Josie’s Cheesy potatoes in the morning? Not that it bothered me much, just confused me as to why?