Sunday 4th August 2019
Croatian: Nedjelja, 4 Kolovoza 2019. Godine
I got Josie’s meal going, at least the potatoes on the boil.
Back to trying, or more like praying, the computer failings and faults will have been rectified after my bemused bumbling about not knowing what the hell I was doing or why things had gone so wrong – and ended up restarting the computer.
I opened Firefox, and it let me get this far, anyway, without the odd not understandable to me messages about changing various drivers to continue using this computer, and self-crashing websites.
I Pray for things to stay this way – working!
Back to the computer, which was not playing up. Thank You, God! And got on with updating this blog for a while.
Then, it was time for me to get the late ablutions done. A wee-wee beforehand proved to be of the DTAO (Dribbling-tinkling-all-over) variety. I have to remember to take two samples with me in the vials tomorrow, for two of the three nurses appointments.
I shall put the computer into sleep mode, and return later folks! (I hope).
- Shaving cuts.
- Dropped a disinfectant bottle, shaving-foam, razor, soap, and toilet cleaner bottle!
- Clouted head on the wall bar in the shower. As the right leg did a combined version of a one-minute waltz and Neuropathic Schuhplattler.
- Bruises from the sock-glide battle.
- Stubbed my toe.
- And got bescumbered while on the throne.
I concentrated on Josie’s meal preparation. The photo I took of it, joined the realms of the so many mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and disappeared from the SD card, off into the ether?
I delivered the tray of fodder to Josie’s door and left her to eat it while it was still warm. Back to the flea-pit, and set about doing my nosh.
The meal ended up with mixed results.
On the plus side, the cheesy potatoes and garden peas with balsamic vinegar were delightful! Overall Flavour-Rating… 3/10, Humph!
I fell asleep after eating what bit I did of the fodder. I’d left the door unlocked in case Josie called. Which as I was waking up, she did, bless her. Josie was returning the plate and cutlery and tray: all washed up for me. I felt well-cheered up when she said how much she’d enjoyed the dinner.
The left earhole has been giving me shooting, stabbing pains all day, and they seemed to be affecting me more frequently now.
The day’s stresses got to me, and all spirit dissipated into the ether. Which was stopping me getting to sleep! I thought I’d mention this to the nurse in the morning, but they will not do anything, other than the usual unctuous, ‘Book an appointment with the Doctor.’ Which can take up to a three-week wait; by then, the stabbing pains may have stopped? Feh!
Other worries floated into the grey-cell area, everything I think. From the EU and Brexit, 1950-60s music, dream analysationing, global warming… Oh dear. What a right, Nebkh!
I ended up watching some Gordon (verbal-ventilator) Ramsay Hells Kitchen programmes. I say viewing, I spent more time nodding-off and washing up than watching. Shlimazel!
Monday 5th August 2019
Lao: ວັນຈັນທີ 5 ສິງຫາ 2019
01:50hrs. When I woke up, it felt like the mind had been fretting all night, and was still in the middle of considering, fearing and without a clue of how to solve the problems. The stabbing new ear-ache, computer difficulties, four medical appointments for today, the wee-wee discolouration, samples to be taken with me to the surgery, contraindications in the prescriptions, shopping to get done, will Morrison’s have any special-offer butter on sale yet? I felt so bewildered for a moment or two. Indeed, I am a self-ructabunde, shlimazel!
But, the need for the Porcelain Throne, demolished my self-pitying and gave me an immediate challenge of a different nature. Will I get to the Throne in time?
To the kitchen, where I forgot all about the drinking of only cold water instructions on the CDH appointment letter. But I stopped myself just as I was about to take my first sip of the tea! Phew! But it was not easy, resisting the brew! I got the sample-tube out ready for when the next wee-wee arrives.
I got onto updating the blog. After an hour or two, the need for a wee-wee arrived. I got the sample-vial, and managed to get some urine into the tube and sealed, writing the details on it after filling it. The liquid looked a bit cloudy this morning? Back to updating this post.
I nearly forgot about the fasting and went to make a brew, I even got the kettle on and the cornflake box down from the top of the cabinet. But when I saw the vial on the counter, I stopped myself in time. So made do with the spring water bottle. It’s just not the same as a mug of tea, is it? Tsk! And why is it, I always fancy some breakfast, which I rarely have, on a fasting day? Tsk!
I visited the WordPress reader section.
Ablutions performed. Not cuts, not a single one while shaving! Only dropped one thing, the body spray can! No more new bruises from the sock-glide! Expression of Smugness Adopted!
08:00hrs, bin bags put down the chute. Then I readied tackle, paperwork, medical needs, etc. gathered. Off out to Lidl to get the shopping first, then the doctors for the appointments. I took some empty food jars with me, to be placed in the green bin.
- I was going down in the lift when I realised I had not got the camera with me.
- Back up to the flat and collected the camera.
- Down in the lift again, and realised I still got the reading glasses on.
- Back up to the flat and swapped spectacles.
- Down to take a photograph, and outside to put the glass in the recycling bin. But the camera told me the SD card was in the locked position.
- A check of it revealed that the locking bit on the card had come off altogether!
- Back up yet again to the apartment.
- Got a spare old SD, put it in the Canon.
- Down at last with hopes of taking a photo.
The recycling bags, although not having any food inside, may still tempt the rats to have a bite through to check them out? I wouldn’t have thought so, but people have told me not to put even the recyclable bags out.
The same Mercedes van that has caused Len to come off of his Motability scooter two weeks ago. And everyone to have to go on the road to get by, because it has been parked so far on the pavement, is still in the same spot and position.
By gum, I was moving well!
Up and over the hill, and down into Carrington in what seemed no time.
The rain continued to pour, with the odd heavy spells.
I got into Carrington as the rain was getting more moderate and I went into the Lidl store. I had to get some help in finding the cheesy-cobs input button. I came out £12.87 lighter. With some biscuits, each one a luxury. Contrition-Mode-Adopted! Chocolate shortcake, Speculoos Biscuits, a bag of cheese curls, Yoghourt, and chocolate-covered rice cakes… Self-Condemnation-Moment-Adopted! Lemon mousses, a ready-made BLT sandwich, Mini-cucumbers, Beetroot salad. A beef pie, and the two Cheese Twists.
I sat down and waited. Nurse Ann commanded me to follow her to the treatment room. Which, naturally, I did!
As I hobbled up the incline on Mansfield Road, I think I may have met the World Champion Wobbly Pavement Cyclist. Hehe!
Up and over the hill, down into Sherwood.
A little further down the road, I noticed that the Fat Cat diner that had closed over a year ago, had been bought by a company called Tipu Sultan – Majestic Dining had purchased the premises. When I got home later, I looked them up. They have Indian, Afghanistani, Pakistani, Turkish and other such restaurants throughout the Midlands. Google produced some of the food meals one can get at this Indian one.
I really did amaze myself at how I kept plodding on, up one of the steepest hills in Nottingham. I had to clean the wheels of the trolley before I could take it indoors, but I’d had taken a kitchen roll with me, for doing the job.
Then the skies became all summery, and things brightened up in the sky.
As I got the nosh started, the feet and legs began to ache something awful. My own fault!
The meal was a good one. BLT sarnie, cheese twists, chips, tomatoes, mini-cucumber, garden peas, and beetroot, followed with a Scicilian lemon mousse.
I thought it had at one time been over the dor lip, judging by the marks on the edging?
She asked if I would be in for the rest of the day, in case plumbers need access. I told her I would be. Deana left to investigate another flat on the next floor. (Herbert’s?) I heard nothing from Deana for the rest of the day, but I hope she has got it sorted. It’s worrying having water leaks from where there are no pipes! Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife!
The afternoon come evening was so bright now after the rain had stopped – after I had just got in the flat earlier!
Just one more reason for my being such an expert Shlimazel!
The phone burst forth with its red light flashing. I was the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit (what a mouthful, Hehe!), calling. The six-monthly follow-up. She asked if I am still taking the Warfarin later in the day, and I told her I was. She was pleased with how things were going in controlling the INR level. Which confused me, my being informed this was not being controlled, earlier at the surgery? She would call me again in six-months time.
I could stay awake no longer. I checked that no messages had been put through the letterbox about the water leak enigma.