Tuesday 2nd July 2019
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 2 Gorffennaf 2019
4:05hrs. I woke, still feeling tired, but this was soon forgotten, when I realised the need for the Porcelain Throne was urgent, top-priority and as ineluctable, as it was! I got hold of the walking stick, and grudgingly freed my voluminous flobby-body from the clutches of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, £300 second-hand, sometimes working, dangerous, but comfortable recliner. I was off to the wet room to satisfy my needs.
To my surprise, the brain had retained a modicum of cerebricity, for I remembered to take the stick with me, and to carefully avoid any toe-stubbing against the WC seat-riser’s metal legs!
The evacuation was a painful, unwilling effort again, and much blood flowed and needed cleaning up afterwards. Perhaps the INR level had gone up, at least I assumed it had, because Harold’s Haemorrhoids, were not the cause of the bleeding. After sorting out the cleansing of the room and myself, I took a wee-wee, and what a different type this time. A WYPSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Persistent-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee). A new kind of variety this one! More cleaning up had to be done again! Tsk!
No sooner had got into the kitchen, and another wee-wee was needed.
I used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). This time around, the action was of an RDDWW (Reluctant-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee). Well, it saves me getting bored!
A wash and I took a photo out through the thick-framed, light & view blocking, multi-glass paned that can’t be reached for cleaning, and the step ladders are needed to view down below, in the event of a fire alarm activation that I can’t hear new windows anyway.
T’was a red sky on the horizon this morning.
I got on with the Health Checks and took the medications. The ageing sphygmomanometer I bought from Boots, the one that said ‘Made in India’ on the box, and ‘Made in China’ on the actual machine, worked at the third attempt. The results looked fine to me. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 79 and the Temperature was 35.1°c.
Well, well, another wee-wee! And a different mode too. This one was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) variety. At least there was no pain with it. Haha!
Oh dear! Back to the Porcelain Throne. (I decided on no going out today, to avoid any getting caught -short!) The same again this time, hard, painful work to free the reluctant mass!
As I started the computer, the Peripheral Neuropathy stimulated dancing and jumping began in the hands and shoulder! The timing was terrible, just as I was about to start on creating page headers in CorelDraw. By the time that I’d got one graphic done, and updated the Monday post and sent it off – about six-hours had passed! And a varied mixture of about six wee-wees had been taken!
As I went to make a brew, carefully though, the hand and shoulder that gave me so much hassle in doing the blog up, were still prancing about to their heart’s content! Grumph! Sorry-for-myself=mode adopted!
I had started to feel a bit weak or tired, just delicate, and the mind was becoming a little vague. This worried me.
When I noticed the insect bites, blood papsules, blotches, whatever they were, had increased on the lower arm?
I felt the need for yet another Porcelain Throne Visit arising. So off to the wet room, what still had the aroma lingering from the last visit. Hehe!
The Porcelain Throne alarm was a false one this time?
I must admit, when I was washing the dandies and looked in the mirror, it was not precisely a very encouraging sight to see. I seem to have gone all pale and blotchy in the face, again. I was unsure of whether or not, to call, phone or see the Doctor, or dial 111? Hehehe!
I continued with beginning this post, up to now, then went onto CorelDraw to do some more templates. But it was hard, slow and frustrating work with the dancing digits. After an hour or two, and three wee-wees, I needed another. I visited the wet room this time, so I could take a look at how the pallid face was going on. But I didn’t feel too bad in myself.
Ablutions were done, and I got ready to go out.
I spotted a couple walking their dogs in the bottom field. They went up and into the tree Copse, and a twinge of jealously irked me!
I wondered; I don’t suppose I’ll ever manage to be fit enough to have another beloved hobble through this tree copse, again? Sulk-Mode Adopted!
I took a photo, well, the nubilous sky demanded it.
I found myself doing some nephelococcygia (The act of seeking and finding shapes in clouds) for ages. I kept thinking I could make out a face in them, then losing it again.
A final wee-wee before I left to get the L9 bus down the hill to Sherwood. It turned out to be of the WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), which needed some cleaning up afterwards.
12:30hrs: 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, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
As I got out of the lift, Jenny’s Frank arrived. And taking his photo, a half-decent one became a problem. The hands and fingers started dancing, and Frank wouldn’t stay still at first. Hehe!
We had a chinwag, and I hobbled out to the shed. Only a few folks inside, but plenty out at the bus stop. Who, after natter, I joined for a gossip and earwigging session. Joycie arrived. She was meeting up with her Sisters for a drinking and laugh, in Nottingham. I intended to go down on the Arnold bound bus to get some fresh garden peas and bread.
But, I got on the wrong bus! Hard to believe even for me, the number of times I’m doing this lately! So, no Sherwood. I got off on Woodborough Road and limped along to the Aldi store.
I came out with Soughdough baguettes, lemon mini-muffins, peas, some lemon yoghourts, vinegar and something I tried for the first time; Halloumi Fries. I’ll try these tonight, fingers crossed on what they taste like.
Paid at the tills, no shaking fingers, arms, leg or shoulder there today, unlike last Sunday’s palava and embarrassment! No involuntary external dancing at all today – and I hope that is the way it stays.
I walked along Woodthorpe Road, towards and down Woodthorpe Rise, and the L9 bus stop.
While waiting for the bus, one of the dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists came by, and hit the trolley with her pedals as she passed me! Humph!
A lady I often talk with on the bus arrived, and we chatted. She got off two stops later, and I went down to the Winwood Heights Complex.
I walked to the flats with a lady tenant, and we had a laugh and natter as we did so.
In the flat, I was again in a weary state, so early as well? A wee-wee and I got the meal cooking. Taking care not to fall asleep while doing it. Ahem!
Well, what a feast I had! The Halloumi slices were wonderfully seasoned, the beef pasty great, along with the tomatoes, sliced potatoes, and garden peas. A lemon mini-muffin and jar of lemon yoghourts went down well, too. The overall flavour rating was 8.2/10.
A wee-wee, a wash and a change of togs to nightwear, which means I got some fresh PP’s on, and everything else off. Scary, I know, Sorry!
I found out I’d left the Brunswick smoked ham out of the fridge on Sunday, and had put it in the biscuit box, instead! Spit and bother, I hate myself at times!
The World Cup, Ladies Semi final, twixt England and the USA, began. After much-biased cursing, a penalty retracted by Var, Bookings, a penalty given wrongly by VAR, a late sending off by the Brazilian officials. (The Brazil that since 1970, where over 700,000 square kilometres (270,000 sq mi) of the Amazon rainforest have been destroyed. Just thought I’d mention it). No doubt about it though, the best team won – oh did I not mention it? America won 2-1.
Today, the other semi-final between the Netherlands and Sweden will take place. Then on Sunday, the final. I will transfer my support to the American’s now. Netherland (Amsterdam counts about 250 coffee-Drug-shops and most of them are located in the Red Light District. From psychedelic to hipster-ish but also from very local ones to more touristic places, each of Amsterdam coffeeshops has its own atmosphere. You will surely find one that suits you perfectly. They are not only to smoke weed. They are real social places where you can easily meet people and spend some good times with friends. Watching TV, playing chess or card games and much more can be done here. And always in a very relaxing way) will play Sweden (They have an outright, zero-tolerance policy ban on the possession, sale, transport, and cultivation of cannabis, including for medical use). Given that Britain had been unable to prevent the successful invasion by Nazi Germany of both France and Norway, the Swedish government was not convinced that the British could protect them and opted to continue exports. The iron ore provided much needed gold bullion, food and coal from Germany.
So, there you are, Druggies v Abstainers in the semi-final of the world cup. I’ve no idea what this means, and little interest in the match, either. But whichever team wins, I just want them to lose against America. Bias? Me? Yes!
Yet another little sleep night. Again I tried all the tips from the stroke ward hospital. Put a hat on to hide the light. Think of happier times, (well I spent hours trying to find one! Hehe!). Breathing deeply. Avoided nicotine. Do exercises, I did! Turn the heating off, it was already off! Very late on, when I eventually nodded off.
Hence, I didn’t get up until around 03:30hrs, and could not get back to kip again… Schmuck! Life, is becoming of a little less value, nowadays. Haha!