Monday 12th August 2019
Welsh: Dydd Llun 12fed Awst 2019
02:10hrs: I woke, and had to free my horrendously ever-growing ever more significantly-sized wobbly-body from the £300, second-hand, none-working-at-the-moment, painfully off-putting beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, for a wee-wee. Gained my balance, grabbed the stick and to the good old (empty) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket).
The view from the kitchen window was a good one this morning.
The BP machine and thermometer were not having it again! I took the medications and made a brew.
I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. Then the summoning from the innards to attend the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation, but not so painful. Washed the hands, the none-quivering hands, I might add. (Oh, yes, Smugmess Mode Adopted!)
Still, the pot marks and papsules seemed to be clearing up? Even the spider-veins were not showing up as much as vividly as they usually do. But that might be due to the current anaemicalness. I must mention this and show this picture to the Doctor this morning.
As I was just about to start updating yesterday’s blog, I had to hasten to the wet room for a sudden wee-wee. What a difference with this one! An unexpected, catching me unawares, LPSS (Long-Powerfull-Stinging-Splashingback) version! Another mess to clean-up! Humph! It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket this time, else it may well have been blasted out of my hand! Hehehe!
Back to the computer and got the finalisationing done to Sunday’s diary. Posted it off. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a start on this blog.
An hour or so later: I got the ablutions done.
- A tiny cut, but on the facial mole, and it took me ages to encourage it to stop bleeding.
- Loss my balance while operating the death-defyingly dangerous, green hard metal sock glide.
- Recovered and then lost a diddy chunk off of a finger on the suicidal-sock-grabber clip!
- A final toe-stubbing on the seat-raiser metal leg finished the run of Accifauxas.
The walk down the incline was most pleasant weather-wise. Not too windy, sunny or any rain affected the hobble into Carrington.
On Mansfield Road, it seemed like a Nottinghamian’s Pavement Cyclists Heaven today. I’ve put photographs together, to show the naughty people all in one place.
Dr Vindla came into the waiting area and summoned me to her surgery. She asked me what the problem was. I told her that Nurse Ann had made the appointment about my NCH medical results from last week. “Ah, yes!” When did you last have a fall? ‘Over a week ago, I’m doing better now!’ Well, that’s hardly encouraging, is it? ‘Well, no!’ – she had a check of the lungs, and I mentioned the whiteness of the body this morning. Writing on the computer. You’ll need more blood tests, make an appointment when you leave! ‘Okay, thanks’. That’s it! ‘Thank you’. I departed and made the appointment with the receptionist. Who, knowing me, wrote the date and time down for me, (Tuesday 20th August 07:30hrs) and told me not to lose it! I gave her
I left the store with some Scarlet Tomatoes, Mayonaise and some chicken drumsticks. I caught the bus back to Sherwood. Where the pavement cyclist almost hit me as I got off of the bus. Swine!
Where a different young lady this time, took the note from me, and gave me a sympathetic look, as she explained that the appointment is for September, not August! She kindly did not sneer or look at, nor deal with me in a demeaning way at all! Bless her!
Then made my way up the hill, over the crest and down into the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Where I had a long, slow walk through up the hill.
I painstakingly made my way down the footpath. The three-wheel trolley-guide does not like going downhill at all. Controlling the thing can get a bit dodgy at time. But not today, I got to the bottom without any mishaps at all. Even the idiot who drove her little black car at such speed to the end garages area did not get to me either! I was getting a bit worried about all this contentment, it’s not natural for me!
I got in and up to the flat without seeing a soul. But that is not unusual. I got in and put the bits I’d bought while out away. Got on the computer and added the new appointments to the Google calendar.
Back to doing the blogging. Time to get the fodder cooking. I got some chips in the oven; I’ll add the beef pie later.
While doing the cooking, I took and enjoyed perusing this nephelognosyer’s delight, photograph. I got the medications taken while waiting for the chips and beef pie to cook.
I tried to eat the rest of the meal, but things were cold and soggy by now. Humph! Threw it in the bin!
The gentleman got the job done. I thanked him, and off he trudged.
Lucky; is perhaps not the best of words to describe me. Globdangerations!
It’s no wonder no one wants to come and visit me, it’s obviously the fear of catching and being affected by my infections, infirmities, maladies, contaminations, miasmas, issues, madness, contagions, disorders, afflictions, tribulations, ill-luck, contaminations, miasmas, septicity, anxiety disorder, timorousness, apprehensions, fears, septicity, and insecureness! And, I can’t blame them, either! Hehehe!
A harangued, pissed-off and had-enough Inchcock, then sat there doing nothing but mentally battling against the incoming Surface-to-Inchcock’s-Brain missiles, bringing forth sanity attacking worries, fears and a cruel demoralising acceptance of failure and distemperature, as the norm!
If anyone is training for a Doctorate (PhD or PsyD), who would like a challenging case to study, no charges either way! Can they please Email me. Haha!
The blimey plumber interrupted a good meal and Rumpole? Imbecile! That toe stubbing sounds painful and worthy of a few choice words. The shot out the window is a nephelognosy delight. With the appointments for toe work so far out, you may want to hire a manicurist lady from the Balkans to cut your toenails. I keep telling you to just grow a beard. Cutting moles off are difficult to stop the bleeding for people who are not on blood thinners. Nice lot of street photos.
The swine ruined both of them, Tim. Tsk!
The toe is not in a good state this morning, mate. It’s stinging without it touching anything. Humph! Hope I can get the shoes on, later.
The eastern European foot place in town as closed down. By the way the gals dressed, I think they might have been offering other services. All closed down now. Huh!
Dang pavement cyclist were out in force.
Hehe!
Thanks, TTFNski, Sir.
There must be some working the streets. You might have to be a bit naughty and ask around a little.
I ma have to ask the Dr Vindla for some, medication is an effective, budget priced erectile dysfunction treatment containing sildenafil citrate? Haha!