Thursday 8th August 2019
Indonesian: Kamis 8 Agustus 2019
23:25hrs: I woke in the specific knowledge that something was going to go wrong. The EQ was positive of this! I was calm about this, for it was a definite happening and warning from the EQ, so nothing could change things. I just had to try and stay relaxed when it arrives.
I disentangled my short, plump body with its skinny quivering limbs, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, hideous grotty, beige-coloured, rickety, sometimes working, recliner. I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The very rare for me, BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, was a bit of a shock at first, but painless.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to put the kettle on primarily – but my plans had to take a back-seat. The overflow pipe from above I think, was dripping into the kitchen sink. I don’t know what water it is, but it has stained the metal sink! I’ll have to mention this to Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and part-time Financial Advisor Deana, later. If I can get into their new Kamp Commanders offices in Winwood Court.
Ah, well, nowt to be done about it now. So, I cleaned things up, the staining was too deep to get cleaned off, Huh! I got the kettle on and rinsed-out the handwashing and got them hanging to dry.
I started to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer took me three tries to get it to work, but the results were just fine! Sys 149, Dia 72, and the pulse showed 81. But the problem was the thermometer. It would not show me what the temperature reading was, just ‘Low’? Then after giving up on it…
The ear spray squeezer, flew out of the hand as the arm did a peripheral neuralgic inspired, imitation orchestra-conducting routine! It travelled through the air and hit the window, fell downwards and drained itself of all the contents, all over the kitchen towel it dropped down the cardboard tube of. At the same time, the back of the hand gave the cupboard one hell a vicious, back-handed upper-cut! That made me flinch a bit! Haha!
As I was taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne made itself known. So, off of the wet room. This session was more like I like them to be! Far shorter, and less painful than they have been in ages. Almost, a pleasure,
Then I started to update the Wednesday blog a last, and the finger-ends went numb on me. Not any twitching, just a loss of sensitivity to touch again. Which was making typing more challenging to get right! Many errors and far too much correctionalisationing needed!
Then, just to pee me off, even more…
I pressed on as best I could with the fingers, (well, it’d be impossible without them, wouldn’t it. Hahaha!) with the updating. Which took me ages to complete, but I got there. Posted off to WordPress. I made some more page top graphics and thoughts, then made a start on this post.
I made a brew and noticed the red moon as I did so. For some reason, when I took this picture of Earth’s only natural satellite, it showed up as white? Could this have been due to red-eye correction? I don’t even know if there is an option on the Canon. Mind you, I can’t find out how to get to cut down the lens timing, or make it store smaller pictures. Despite my fumbling around and thinking I had opted for small storage size, it continues to drain the computer memory with massive ones. Tsk! Tim in New Mexico told me how to do these things, but finding out where to change them well, its a challenge for a thicko like me!
I went on the WordPress Reader, and had a read and look at others work. Some great stuff enjoyed and liked.
I just had to try and catch up on Facebook, I’m so far behind. Spent two hours getting it done! Swagger Mode Adopted!
Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A couple of little nicks, shaving. A new bruise from the battle with the sock-glide. And lastly, as I was coming out of the wet room, I went back in to get the wrist alarm, and gave myself a rather painful toe-stubbing, on the metal legs of the shower chair! I believe I may have something like; Oh, blow it! The pins were okay. I made up the black bags and took them with me and dropped them down the waste chute. Caught a lift down to the foyer. Not a soul about. Outside, there was a bit of wind blowing up, but no cold with it at all, and no signs of rain in the air.
I strolled delicately along, slowly with the three-wheeler, and towards the end of the complex, the yellow no-parking lines, which cannot be in force yet, were buried by parked vehicles.
How the bus can get through, beats me. On Winchester Street Hill at the top, the Mercedes van was still parked in the same spot on the pavement. Again I had to go on the road to get by it. I took a photo that shows the registration number. Thinking if I see a policeman in Sherwood, I can tell him, so he or she can check to see if it had been stolen.
What the heck am I thinking of – ‘See a Policeman in Sherwood?’ Not a cat in hells chance! What an Eizel, and alter cocker, I am!
I made my merrily, contentedly and singing to myself, down the hill, occasionally nearly losing control of the three-wheeler guide. Hehe! At the junction of Mansfield, I took snap to the left, then to the right. I had planned to take some pictures of the whole row of shops, but the shakes forced me to take four tries before I got these two that were unblurred enough to use!
There were very few shoppers about. Which is understandable, with the selection of pathetic shops on offer to tempt anyone.
I called into the Co-op and remembered to get a packet of demerara sugar. They had some fresh pod peas that looked in decent shape, so I got a pack of them too. Then hobbled up the hill, and into Wilko’s store. I was looking for some bleach, they only had scented, so I got a lemon one. My search for a small saucepan with a lid failed as well! I did get a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts, though.
As I came out of the shop, I took a picture of the Sherwoodanian pedestrians crossing the pelican lights against the red lights. It took me several tries to get a picture decent enough that I could use. Such was the hand-shaking at that moment.
I was putting the camera back in the pocket, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was coming towards me, up the hill. I managed to get a viewable shot of him on my second try. I nearly missed the gentleman. He was middle-aged, but by gum, he was fit enough to get a moved on, even going up the incline, bless him. Then another Herbert came down the hill!
It was eerie, the lack of people about for a Thursday morning. I reckon that Sherwood, as a shopping centre, is dying a death!
I worked it out, that if I caught the bus at this stop, I’d have to pay £2.20 for the three or four stops lift up to the flats. I cunningly walked down the hill and into Winchester Street and caught the bus at the second stop.
Where it arrived at 09:32hrs, hence I could use my free bus pass! Oh, I am a tight-wad! Hahaha!
I was soon driven the three stops back to the flats.
Dropped off the bus, and had a few words with man residents, Mo, Penny, Nydia, and Wilf, amongst them.
I took a phot of Winwood and Winchester Courts as I made my way home to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. As I got inside, a lady who I cannot for the love of me remember her name opened the door for me as I approached. Nice lady and her hubby a grand chap too. We had a chinwag, laugh and a nibble. She told me the walkthrough to the Winwood complex is now open. I wished her all the bestest and made my way to the elevators. I took three shots of the new empty of people cut-through.
I noticed the toe-stubbing qualities of the pins sticking up from the counter barrier in the floor. Obviously, it isn’t finished yet. I hope Hehe!
I put the fodder away and got the oven warming up.
Updated this diary until the meal was ready, then served it up.
The yellow plum tomato was sliced, and tasty a bit meaty, not bad at all. The bacon fries were grand! Beetroot was superb. The fresh garden peas, excellent! Mini pork & pickle pie, heavenly! The baguettes were putrid! The lemon mousse, passable. Overall taste rating, 8.8/10.
While digging into the feast, Stroke Unit Support nurse Jenny rang and made a new appointment for Stroke Physio. Next Thursday at 10:00hrs. I put this on the calendar.
04:00hrs, I was just getting settled after watching Rumpole of the Baily, and falling asleep throughout and missing the ending (Huh!) Then, loud clattering noises almost made me panic. Had something collapsed? A search around the flat, found no reasons or causes, and things looked as they were before? I settled again, but not in mind, I was worried a tad in case the noise hab emanated from within the apartment. It sounded very close? Surprisingly, I managed to nod-off!
04:40ish, the noises came again and woke me. Another look around, but found no cause? It might have been someone throwing loose stuff down the waste chute, I thought. But no real reason or any proof, of course. It could have been anything, I don’t know.
Took the evening medications, and put a hat on to block the light, and tried to get back to sleep. Which, amazingly, I did!