Friday 2nd August 2019
Latin: August 2nd Veneris MMXIX
22:15hrs. I gave up trying to get any sleep. I dismounted the £300 second-hand, c1968, sickly-beige, often not working, rickety-recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick and off to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). I was caught unawares as it turned out to be an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. Trying to work out when, or if, it had stopped, was a risky affair. Hehehe!
To the kitchen with the bucket, for cleaning and disinfecting. Despite the lengthy evacuation, and using the bucket a few times earlier, there was very little content in it.
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I was filling the kettle when the leg started to burst into one of its dancing routines. As Tim Price put it: “Come on leggies let’s do the locomotion. Then the hokey pokey, and a one-note samba!” Hehehe! It only lasted a few seconds, a minute at most. But what a pickle I got myself into! An excellent blooming job the water was cold, as it spilt onto the floor, via my legs and the left foot. I grabbed the counter as the stick was going along with the leg, and knocked the medication box onto the floor. Which opened up, and I now have several unusable wet tablets to sort out! It could have been a lot worse!
I cleaned up me, and the kitchen, and sorted some morning tablets out, and took them. Then got the health checks taken. Another good set of results. Although the same as the last three or four days, the body temperature was a bit low at 34°c. I’ll check on the range it should be now, cause I keep forgetting to do it. Back in a bit!
I found it. Google: Adults over age 70. In older adults, the average body temperature is lower than 98.6°F (36.2°C). Well, that’s as clear as mud! Tsk!
I took the tea to the computer to make a start on updating yesterday’s blog. But had to do a volte-face, as the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived urgently (I thought). With the Movocol working so well on Thursday and having taken another last night, I thought I’d better not risk any delay! Well fancy-schmancy. Back to rock-hard, reluctant and rather painful mode! When things eventually moved, I was close to calling for help by pressing my wristlet-alarm! I had a proper cleansing and ointmenting session, as things had gotten somewhat imbrued. Another wash-up, and 
back to the medical drawer. I got a sachet of the Movicol and mixed and downed a cup of it, and took a Senna at the same time. Oh, ‘eck!
I got the hand-washed last night, bamboo socks onto the stand-up airer. I left the t-shirt hanging up.
Back to the computer. A good few photographs to add, which delayed things a little, but the CIDP was all calm, bar the jiggling shoulder. About three and a half hours later, it had been sorted, posted to WordPress… and I needed another Porcelain Throne visitation to be made!
Aha, a much more relaxed affair this time. Mind you, if the last one had not been such agony, I might have thought this one was. Do I make sense there?
The wee-wees had seemingly dried up. I’ve not needed one for four hours now!
I thought I’d check on Morrison’s to see if they have any of the Special Offer butter in stock yet.
No luck, Grumph! Sorry, Jenny.
I made plans to go to the City Centre today, to have a photographicalisationing walkabout.
So, I got the ablutionalisation done. No shaving cuts whatsoever, and only two dropsies, one the pain gel tube, the other, the body spray can. Smugness Reigned!
Black bins to the waste chute, all dressed and smelling nice now, Hehe! I got the three-wheeler and set out to the bus stop.
I could see a gang of residents waiting at the bus stop as I walked along Chestnut Way, but didn’t take a picture, as I recognised one of them who doesn’t like to be photographed. Fair enough. I took what I thought was a different angle shot of Winchester Court, and a shot of the front of the new, soon to be occupied, Winwood Court. I may not be a fan of some of the new balconies, windows, heaters, failed intercom system, but I love the colour scheme on both courts.
I had a listen to the others chinwagging for a while. The City-bound L9 arrived, and Marie insisted on my getting on ahead of the others. Guiltily, I did so. But this gesture ensured I got the only semi-comfortable side-saddle seat on the bus. Nice! I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down to the Slab Square.
The square looked a right mess.
I walked along Long Row and around the back of the council house, then through the famously expensive, abandoned, full-of overpriced rental retailers, closed down shops and customer-free, Arcade Walk.
Photos below, of the amble around the Council House.
As I got to the end of South Parade, a young lady Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, all but clouted into me, as she went by me far to close for comfort. By the time I’d got the camera out, she had to bt zoom-shotted (I like that phrase? Hehe!) as she continued to threaten other pedestrians. Note the adorable tattoo decorations on the young lady in black, legs!
I turned into Wheeler Gate, and approached the Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farms pork pies, Shebert saucers and to see if they had any fresh bread available.
The drivers at the taxi rank were chatting away in what I think was Pakistani.
I got into the store, and made for the fridges and found some Pork Farms pork pies, two went into my basket.
Then, they fell out again, as the CIDN arm did an unstoppable but impressive Nazi salute. The ladies behind me screamed and moved away in haste, and as I late found out, they went to tell a member of staff about my dangerous actions. Oh, dearie me! It is only the third time the arm has ever done this. I then failed to find any sherberts or bread. But, I did get some Orange club biscuits, Cheeslets, Twiglets, a BLT sandwich and a Bar for the social-hour nibble box.
As I went into the self-serve area, a lady came to me and did all the work of putting the stuff through for me. This was when she told me about the two ladies complaining to her about my arm actions and dropping the basket, pies etc. on the floor. Luckily, this kind lady knows of my ‘Issues’ with my right side limbs movements. Several weeks ago, in the same store, the arm did its shooting out and up while I was at the tills then. This is why the lady came to me today, so kindly, to help me. The lady didn’t say what she said to the women. I thanked her for her help, and as I was exiting the shop, the two ladies approached me and asked if I was alright. So whatever the Poundland assistant told them, it had hit home. This restored some faith in humanity in me. I shall inform Poundland by Email, thanking the lady and praising her actions. It’s no good just moaning about things. When they go right, it is nice to be able to thank people properly.
I had a hobble around, taking some photographicalisations, before making my way to the bus stop.
I got to the bus stop on Queen Street, and soon after Marie and Malcolm from Woodthorpe Court joined me. I like the reflectionisationing of Marie in the shining bus stop. It makes it look as if she has two trolleys and had lost weight. Hehehe!
Marie and I were having a chinwag and laugh, but the 11:05hr L9 bus did not arrive! We went a stop down the hill and caught the 40 bus. An even more uncomfortable route than the L9 on this trip. So many hills and speed bumps to go over. As we approached our stop, which was on one of the steeping bus route hills in Nottingham, Marie kindly warned me not to try and get up until the bus had stopped.
All three of us alighted, crossed over sensibly using the little central island, and made our way back to the flats down the hill. Marie and Malcolm gained speed and left me behind. Hehe!
By the time I caught up with them, and only because they had stopped in the lobby for a chinwag with Cyndy, Mo and Doris, I joined in with a hello there! Obviously, Marie and I were either in need of the WC, was hungry, wanted a kip or a mug of tea, so we departed and had a bit of a wait for the elevator to arrive, but had a natter and laugh while we waited. Farewells on the 7th floor, and I was soon back home. Tired, but contended. Some great nattering session enjoyed today, they made me feel almost normal. Haha!
I got the food out of the three-wheeled trolley and onto the counter.
The orange club biscuits that I had bought for nibbles may well end up being for just me. I took two out to have as a dessert with the nosh late. Guilt-Mode dawned!
The meal of the day plans was evident by the 
purchases. The BLT sarnie and pork pie had some beetroot, cheeses, apple and tomatoes added to them, while the delicious Asda bacon fried chips were cooking, and boy, were they scrumptious! Apart from the Asda cooked beetroots, that were the consistency of an Australian Buloke tree wood, this was an unalloyed, veritable feast!
A deserving, despite the Asda beetroot, a 9.2/10 flavour rating! I ate it slowly, masticating as much as my shortage of teeth would allow me to, every mouthful!
The pot of jelly and custard took me back to my young days, it was unstimulating, wishy-washy, bland and awful! Just like my youthful days were. Thankfully, at the time, I was ignorant of proper food being available. But when Dad sent me out to get the week’s shopping with 2/6d (12.5p), how could I be aware? Haha!
I did the washing up, then got the handwashing done. Leaving it in the bowl to soak overnight.
Thankfully, my plans to watch some TV were destroyed – by the heaven-sent sleep arriving!
Ahh! Zzz!
Got the computer on, and checked the emails. An Email from the Nottingham Post Newsdesk informed me of this gigantic breakfast now on sale in a Nottingham restaurant or cafe somewhere. The most copious breakfast that is available in the Midlands it said. I can believe it too! Flipping heck, surely that’s not made for one serving? It looks tempting, though! Haha! 
I had another WYSAO wee-wee, and had a rinse and made another brew. Then took the medications, and got the machine out to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer worked on the third try. The readings were fine again. But the body temperature was a little low, still, at 34.1°c. I think so anyway, I keep forgetting what it should be, so I might be wrong; it has been known! Hehehe! 
I remembered to take the extra Ramipril alright – then realised they are for the BP, not a panchymagogue. What an Idiot! So I had a couple of extra 
guzzles of the mostly inefficacious, no good to Gundy, Peptac. I did feel a fool! Which, of course, is a regular happening.
The ablutions were sorted. No teeth-cleaning or shaving cuts suffered! Only a razor, once, and the soap, twice, were dropped from the CIDP affected hand. 
While showering, I decided to have a hobble to Arnold. This walk used to take me about one and a quarter hours to complete. (Today, it took me three hours!) 
Down in the lift, with the trolley. No signs of any CIDP bother in the hands, arms or legs. Just the shoulder doing a bit of jiggling about now and then. Things were good! 
I turned left at the top, down the trolley-wheel-grottifying, leaves, seeds, twigs and muddy walk-way. 
So, I cleaned the wheels as best I could. Then set out North. Along Mansfield Road. 
Dizzy Dennis called again to visit me. He stayed a little longer this time. But left me with no after-effects. 
Along by Sainsbury’s and into Arnold. 
Monday!), Sliced apples and a reduce in price triple DVD of The Men in Black.