Day: 12 August 2019

Sunday 11th August 2019

Afrikaans: Sondag 11 Augustus 2019

00:15hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, with embers of Dizzy Dennis’s attack last night, lurking in the background. My EQ warned me to expect another dose of dizziness from Dennis any time now. No logic or rhyme nor reason, but a definite sense of foreboding! I accepted this premonition as fact, so did not worry. If the EQ informs me of upcoming woes, it is nearly always right.

So, I escaped the clutches of the £300, second-hand, shabby and squalid, c1968, sometimes working – others not, rusty, rickety, suboptimal ramshackle recliner, and without any need for a wee-wee! I grabbed the walking stick and made my way to the kitchen. Got the kettle on. Took the medications with an extra Ramipril, luckily I have a few spare apart from the blister packs, that are still in date, and a Senna tablet.

Took the medications with some spring water. As I was making the brew, sure-enough, a Dizzy Dennis attack came. I was lucky to have the stick close to hand, cause it was a vicious head-spinning loss of balance affair. It didn’t last for long but left me with a cracking headache. Ah, well, I got over it. The Yorkshire tea tasted all-wrong again, bitter, just like yesterday evening? Not enjoyable at all? Tsk!

Then, more bother as I started to do the health checks:

• The sphygmomanometerisationing had to be cancelled! The machine did not show any interest in working at all, even after I put in new batteries!
• Then the thermometer, that has not been giving any figure results other than ‘Low’ for a few days now gave up just a single line and nothing else! So the temperature couldn’t be taken either!
• A good job the Enoxaparin wasn’t needed as well, somehow or other the filled-hypodermic had leaked all of the heparin in the medical drawer!

So another job was cleaning out the drawer!

I think the EQ might have been right, yet again, about today! I hope I’ll be up to doing Josie’s nosh and delivering it, later on. The innards then began to ache and churn. Gradually they are getting more bothersome, as well. Oy Vay! But I am determined not to let things get me down today! (He says with hope more than expectancy, Haha!). If I have to, I’ll go into hibernation mode, and sod everything by getting my head down and trying not to start fretting over anything. I’ve got the wrist alarm on anyway. Mind you, I think it is linked to the new intercom system, that does not work correctly. Mmm!

I returned to the computer-bed-rubbish-living-dining-having strokes in, room. I noticed the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was over half-full! How can I not remember doing all that passing? Another thing, I could see no signs of any nocturnal nibbling having taken place? No empty bags or crumbs in the waste bin? Nothing dropped or knocked over from the chair arm or Ottoman?

Yet, I felt slightly buoyant in myself, despite the horrendous start I was having to the day? The grinding innards, Dizzy Dennis and the mechanical cock-ups, really were, not getting to me. A sort of forbearance and placidity were present. These emotions were not germane at all. Perhaps my psychological well-being, needs a servicing or an M.O.T.? Hahaha!

I got the computer going. The finger-ends were some bother, they were in a non-receptive mood to anything that they come into contact with. The updating of the Saturday post was a bit of a grind, and so frustrating with all the corrections that needed doing.

I had to break-off, to utilise the Porcelain Throne. I soon realised that I had made yet another clanger, this time in taking the Senna tablet – there was no need for it at all! So messy an evacuation, it took me ages to clean the Throne and me up afterwards. Yet, my outlook and mood kept in a slightly upbeat mode. I can’t understand why, either!

I made another mug of tea, not that it got drank, it tasted rank! The old taste-buds have been affected, possibly to some degree, connected with the innards, that continue to rumble and grumble.

Back to the computerisationing. Eventually getting the blog finished and posted-off to WordPress. Answered some comments. Then went on the WordPress reader section.

I got the spuds simmering ready to make Julie’s cheesy potatoes later, and the peas in a saucepan with a little demerara sugar.

Back to this blog. Did a graphic or two, to later use on CorelDrawing.

I did some Facebooking, posting some favourite old Nottingham photos. Finding the pictures and editing to make some of the older ones clearer, took me so long it was light by the time I’d got them done. Memories were prompted. ‘We had nowt, but wanted for nowt!’ WordPress Lie Detected! Hehe!

I shuffled onto the balcony, to take a couple of photos of the day’s rain and mist.

Off to get the ablutionalisationing done.

All went okayish. One little tiny cut from shaving. Cut, graze, bruise and a completely bang-free battle with the sock-glide! No teggies cut. Only a few dropsies handicapped my progress. The razors, twice while shaving, the toilet roll when I used it to blow my nose on, the soap three times in the shower, the facecloth once, the showerhead once. Hahaha! Oh, I stubbed my toe on the shower seat leg, after cleaning it and was putting it back.

All done, I set about preparing things for Josie’s meal. The potatoes were almost ready to be mashed up with the Leicester cheese, got the Tuna chunks, tomatoes and beetroot out in advance, and the Limoncello dessert to the front of the fridge. I went to tell the neighbour of mine that the meal should be coming about 11:55hrs! But I couldn’t get an answer at Josie’s door. Oh, dear! I did remind her yesterday, no, on Friday that the nosh would be served up about midday. 

I got the preparation work all done and got the potatoes in the oven, to brown-off. A slight singe on the thumb acquired, without any bother. Hehe!

Herbert’s giving some knocking about today. Hope he’s alright, ish.

I left the pan of peas accidentally on a low heat and burnt some of them. Now, this suited me, I like them like this. But I had to hand pick-out the brunt ones for my plate. I didn’t want Josie to have any on her meal. Tsk!

I made up Josie’s nosh and got it on the wheeled server, and off to deliver it. Josie was in and accepted the offering with charm.

I made both meals the same, other than I did not have any meat or fish on mine, but had extra cheesy potatoes! Yum!

Back to the flat, and as I got my fodder sorted, I noticed the sky was looking a little threatening again. But, beautiful at the same time.

My nephelococcygia was working overtime with this view.

I tried to take a panoramic shot of the horizon, but it is just impossible nowadays, with the peripheral neuralgia. In fact, thinking of this at the time, the right leg launched into one of its imitations of doing the (Neuropathic) Schuhplattler! It was all over inside a minute. No damage caused, though.

I had a wash, and the energy and will power drained away as I did so. I settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968, decaying, recliner, and that was it! I could not get to sleep, but the mind was reluctant to do any planning, thinking or even daydreaming. The odd nod-off of a few minutes duration came frequently, but no mind-blasts, or storms. In fact, this worked out well, for it prevented any fretting and worrying sessions! I was just too tired and weak to bother, I think.

Much later, I got up for a wee-wee, and went to get a drink of mineral water from the fridge to take the medications I’d forgotten to imbibe – and there were Josie’s tray, cutlery and a tin of Tuna laying on the trolley-server?!?! Apparently, Josie had returned them while I was half-aware and awake earlier? This was very worrying to me, as I was naked, all bar the PP’s. Oh dear!