Sunday 30th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 30ain Mehefin 2019

02:00hrs: I didn’t precisely wake-up, cause I’d been snuggled up in the second-hand, £300, c1968, near-dilapidated, rickety, rattling, faded-gungy-beige coloured, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner, for hours! Trying to get to sleep, finally giving up trying. I needed a wee-wee anyway.

I got stood up, grabbed the walking stick, and took the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and had a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee). Like the previous three I’d taken over the sleepless night, the evacuation was accompanied with an obnoxious, industrial-strength effluvium, and the colouring was of an odd, almost banana shade of yellow, and a smidge cloudy. I had to take the bucket to the wet room, to sanitise it and get rid of the odour. I had a spray around with the air-freshener as well!

I was coming out of the wet room and had to return for another wee-wee. This time, a right sharp one, of the VSHLP (Very-Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) mode. I wasn’t expecting one of these and could not help but spray the WC, floor, cabinet, wall and myself. I got caught in the splash-back! I felt a right jobbernowle! I had to spend a long time cleaning things up afterwards, accompanied by some muttering and naughty cursing under my breath! Haha! I think it must be another urine infection. These things always seem to come on at the weekend, when no help is available! I only finished a course of antibiotics the week before last as well. Tsk! Ah, well!

I started doing the updating of the Saturday post. During which, yet two more, different wee-wees had to be taken. These ones were both of the LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) variety. They say that a change is as good as a rest… The nincompoops and schmucks!

I got the kettle on and did the hand-washing, only a t-shirt and a pair of socks.

I suddenly had to go to utilise the Porcelain Throne. I only just made it in time. I anticipated the usual ‘sit-there-and-do-the-crossword-book’; while going through the pain and effort to encourage things along. But not this time – there was a lot of it, but it flowed of its own accord, leaving a similar industrial-strength effluvium, that filled the room and my lungs! Yet again, I had to spray around some air-freshener and disinfect things! (A good job I got the citrus spray and Dettol lavender antiseptic in bulk while they were on offer) Whatever this ailment/infection is, it seems to be affecting my front and rear exits, and I suppose, the innards? Still, the differing wee-wee varieties are unusual. Haha!

I washed up again and went to make the brew and take the medications. Oh, dear, I could not find the medication blister pack currently in use. I didn’t panic, but I fretted a little. I could see the other three weeks packs in the drawer, and remembered (vaguely) that last night I thought I’d keep the current one separate, so as not to get confused. (Of course, the thought of me not getting confused, was ludicrousness and nonsensicalness in the extreme!) I went through all of the drawers, cabinets, checked in the junk room, and shower room without any success.

Now panic was brewing up! I tried to calm down and leave things and try looking later, but this was not easy. I decided to take some pictures of the red sky, from the unwanted new kitchen light & view-blocking windows, with the glass it is impossible to reach to clean. I made four efforts, all using a different setting, so I could learn the difference between them. But they all look the same to me?

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As I was leaving the kitchen, Aha! I spotted the partly used medication blister pack currently in use! I must have decided, although I do know why, to store them on top of the tea bags, and they had fallen down between the cooker and cupboard.

Well, I never! I took the medications and made the mug of tea. I forgot to do the health checks! Guilt-Mode Adopted!

Finally, after I don’t know how many hours, I got around to finishing off the updating of yesterday’s blog. Only the arm and shoulders seemed interested in doing much Axonotmesis inspired dancing about. The hands and fingers only gave me the odd spot of frustration, so I got the Inchcock Today finished quicker than usual. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I had to make some page top graphics and Inchcock Thoughts up, and get a few advance templates made up. So I went on CorelDraw and Google to use and adapt any suitable pictures to use. Well, that took a long time as well. However, the fingers are still not acting too wicked. So, I’ll leave the ablutions for a while and get the templates done… Oh, not yet, I’m off to the Porcelain Throne again… Same again, evacuation-wise! 

Computer off. Got the ablutions tended to, only one little nick with minimal bleeding, in the shaving department. Dressed and refreshed, I made up four bags for the waste chute, and took the waste disposal unit; calling on Josie en route and on the way back. No answers, though. Not too worried, cause it’s early for her to be up yet. I only wanted to know if she needed anything from Aldi getting. A night gal, she is!

Down with the three-wheel trolley and shoulder bag. Had a few words with Mary, who was in the laundry room. Gawd, it looks well shabby in there today. Out and along Chestnut Way, the strength of the wind caught me out, blimus, it was strong, but warm with it. I took some photographs as I hobbled along.

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I somehow got up the third steepest hill, in a reasonable time, and took this semi-dramatic photo of the changing sky, at the corner of Woodborough Road and Sherwood Rise.

Even windier up at the top, but still really warm with it.

I hobbled on to the Lidl…, no, Aldi store, to find out I had got there too early, and it was not open yet.

En route, a naughty Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist shot by me, and as I got the camera out to snap the dangerous ignoramus chap, a female Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist was coming from the other direction.

More Nottinghamian cyclist as I walked to Porchester Road junction lights, and crossed over the road, but the damned camera was telling me the battery needed charging, and I missed the opportunity as they shot away out of view. Tsk!

I took an across the road picture of Bennett Street, I think it was. This show how England’s old narrow streets look, for my foreign cyber friends.

I doubled back toward the Aldi store, passing some shops on Woodborough Road. A new Chinese takeaway and eat-in, is opening in unfortunate old bankrupt Toney’s takeaway and eat-in, Caribbean Bistro. I think he has opened a shop in another location in Nottingham, but I’m not sure. Anyway, three shops down the road is another Chinese takeaway! How can they expect it to pay?

I got into the shop, and almost immediately, the flipping shakes in the hand, arm and shoulder jumping kicked off. I was getting some extremely odd looks. I saw the pod peas on the top shelf of the fridge, but would dare to try and reach them with the jerky arm, and ask a chap if he’d please to pass me a pack of peas down. He was alright about it and handed one to me. I got the sourdough baguettes in the basket. Then some tomatoes. I went to the fridge where the Brunswick Smoked Ham is kept, and the hand really had a session with me. I dropped the packets I was trying to get a hold of, then I let the basket! I was not very popular with the nearby shoppers. One lady helped me pick up the goods and put them in the shopping bag. I couldn’t thank her as she was off like a shot, looking a bit wary of me, after assisting me.

Things calmed down ailment-wise then. I got a pack of crispy smoked bacon and saw some excellent value smoked ham offcuts, that looked really tasty, and I weakened and got a packet. Bin bags next, and finally a box of two cream doughnuts. I can share them with Josie later. I got to the long queue at the checkout.

When it got to my turn, the dancing started just as I was packing the things away – I was so disconcerted! Dropped the cream cake box, cooked ham and bacon on the floor, then the should bag slipped down an joined them.  I was struggling to get down and retrieve them, and the bloke on the till was waiting to be paid… a chap waiting behind for his turn, (it turned out to be the one who’d passed me the pod peas earlier), came forward and collected all the stuff up for me and packed it as well! I thanked him profusely, and red-facedly. Paid the bill and, I assumed, moved away to gather myself for a moment or two. The dancing and jumping had stopped, but not the embarrassment of the situation. The discomposure and uneasiness faded a bit when I got outside, but the edginess and flusterment remained with me for a good while.

Thankfully, no more jerking or dancing incidents took place before I got home.

As I got to The Wells Road, I noticed that all the cars waiting to join the main Woodborough Road looked the same basic shape to me? Why I saw this, I don’t know, but it was a sign that I was getting over the Peripheral Neuropathy attack; if that’s the right wording?

As I began walking down Sherwood Rise, or should that be Mapperley Rise? I’ll check… I went on Google Maps; It should be Mapperley Rise.

I photographed a thing of beauty, one of ugliness, and another bit of nature and beauty, on the verge and hedging. Bless her!

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We parted at the home she lives in, and I pressed on to the apartments.

The mobile rang, but it stopped by the time I’d got it out to answer it.

I’ve just noticed I had missed off a picture, that I took on Mapperley Rise. Across the road was the collapsed garage, with the embankment behind it, having collapsed. I think they had replaced the old signage with new. So maybe it will soon get mended?

The wind had played more havoc on Chestnut Way. Some fencing was blown down, and more than sufficient rubbish had blown into the Woodthorpe Court frontage.

U in the elevator, and called at Josies flat and rang the bells. No answer again. Now I was beginning to worry about her again.

Into my flat and I had a wee-wee first job. A UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) mode. Of which the many following ones I had to have, were, all the same.

I got the nosh purchased, in the fridge. Went for another wee-wee, as the doorbell chimes rang out. I hastened to the door, and I’m glad to report that it was Jocie! She returned the meal stuff all washed up to me. Josie mentioned how she had enjoyed the meal, and almost took a photo of it. Chest-Swelling-Mode-Adopted! I gave her the fresh cream doughnut, and she licked her lips, and she told me she was going to make a cup of coffee and eat the cake now! Slightly Bigger-Chest-Swelling-Mode-Adopted! Hahaha! I wished all the bestest and asked her to take care.

I then got on with updating this blog and getting the photographs organised. (In between the wee-wees!) I was well-pleased with the fingers and hands etc. not being bad at all now! I looked up if there was another wording of Peripheral Neuropathy, and found this little gem of a question and answer on Google:

Q: Can you die from peripheral neuropathy?
A: If the underlying cause of peripheral neuropathy isn’t treated, you may be at risk of developing potentially serious complications, such as a foot ulcer that becomes infected. This can lead to gangrene (tissue death) if untreated, and in severe cases, may mean the affected foot has to be amputated. Any breaking of bones, may not be recognised my the nerves. If not treated immediatley, this can be fatal.

So, how come they told me the Mary Potter Leg Ulcer Clinic, that nothing could be done about. Ah, that may have been for the Axonotmesis they also diagnosed? Sorry, I spoke (typed). Hehe!

Sister Jane phoned on the landline. Brother-in-Law Pete was walking to the paper shop this morning and came across a car parked up with the driver slumped over the steering wheel. (It all happens to our family dunnit?) He could not get the fellows attention, so phoned the police. Who attended within two minutes. (Obviously not Nottingham Police then!) The line kept fading and going crackly, so I missed some bits of the story.

Got the fodder on. Going to have some potatoes, the last of the Mini-Rostis, and some tomato and ham milk roll sarnies. Yum-yum!

I fell to sleep for a short while but luckily woke before any rostis or potatoes were burnt.

I got it served up, in fact, a little too much of it. The eyes were bigger than the stomach again! Huh!

I saved a sandwich in a food bag for later. Cunning eh?

The flavour rating of this not particularly appealing looking meal was 7.5/10, and worthy of it.

I put the TV on, and soon began the nodding off, in the £300, c1968, grotty-beige recliner. I kept repeatedly waking and drifting off for hours. When the kip came adequately, it was deep, undisturbed, and a long one!

Ahh!