Monday 23rd September 2019
Haitian Creole: Lendi 23 Septanm 2019
03:10hrs: The body stirred reluctantly, with my mind doing so with even greater disinterest, foreboding and a certain irresolution, and great hebetude. The EQ was advising caution be taken today, physically, mentally, and verbally! But Wednesday would be an even higher risk for me. A clear message, same as I got yesterday I think. Talk about developing an early-warning-system. Straight through to me. Oy Vey!
I carefully rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was nicking my valuables when I was in the hospital after the stroke. And, with more ease than is usual. Oh yes!
I got the slippers on, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and to the Grey Bucket for a wee-wee.
The first real surprise of the day. The weeing session turned out to be an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) type. I felt drained in all departments by the time it had finished and had grown five-minutes older too! Hahaha! The bucket needed emptying, cleaning, and sanitising, so off to the wet room to do so.
Both lower legs seemed to feel all tingly as I started to hobble to the wet room. I had a decker at them, and they did not look so good as they had been doing for the past couple of days. I reckon a couple more f blood papsule have erupted, yet the red spots seemed to have reduced? It’s not really so difficult to understand how, when I go into a treatment room, the smile disappears from the face of the Doctor and nurses! Hehe!
Took my medicine and made a brew, then got the computer going. Took the tablets and capsules, started off this blog’s graphics, imported and touched up a photo or two, and needed another wee-wee!
Which was another of the ELDOP variety, but I was more prepared for this one.
Then, I got the Sunday post updated. So many photos to sort, so it took a long time. But the hands, fingertips, leg & arm were all kind to me. The shoulder played up a lot, but hey-ho, I can cope with that.
While I was checking out the Emails and comments, I came across this gem, on the local newspaper’s site! “Things you can no longer do in the Slab Square!”
I doctored the graphic up to add my views. Hehehe! However, the toilets being removed from underground can be understood, just a shame they didn’t build any new ones for us. Imagine nowadays what it would be like down there. Muggers, beggars, pick-pockets, bag-snatchers, druggies, drug-dealing… no, fair enough! Come think of it, I’m not sure I’d be able to get down and back up the steps now. I would not leave the three-wheeler above ground with the shopping in it – that would undoubtedly get nicked!
Went on the WordPress Reader.
Then I ordered from Amazon, a pill-splitter & crusher £3.87, ETA Wednesday. (Thanks for the tip Tim). Warfarin & Hearing Alert wristbands £8, ETA Thursday. A trolley-guide that I hope will have a better basket on it. £59. ETA Tuesday! The current one is now tatty, ripped, and not very much use. It also has a fear of going downhill, and plays up something rotten! He-he-he! But I suppose it’s me, really. Tsk! Also, a wire oven-crisping-tray with built-in drip tray. ETA, also for Tuesday.
Then I got the ablutions tended to – the hilarious, absurd and comical ablutionalisationing session! After yesterday’s ‘Much less dropping stuff’ session, this was an ‘I’ve never dropped so before” one! A moment guffawing! The pins looked to be improving, blood papsule-wise, but still too pale!
I had plenty of time to catch the bus up to Aldi. So I departed and took a leisurely stroll along Chestnut Way. I, of course, avoided the newly built lakeside road outside Woodthorpe Court, as I casually limped along, gazing up at the nubilous sky, like-wot us luftmenshes tend to do. I made my way to the Winwood Court entrance.
I called to ask one of the Cat Walk Model, Generalfeldmarschalless Wardens if they knew anything about Josie. But the Interrogation Holding-Cell office was locked up.
So, I took an amble around the ground floor of Winwood Extra Care Court. Taking a couple of photographs on the way around. The first one, made near the doorway of the stairs, revealed that the new tenants have plenty of options for entertainment an the like. The roof terrace on the top floor. 3rd floor, A TV lounge. The second floor, A games room, and the big activity room on the ground floor.
I took a snap of one of the photos on the wall. It was of the completed (Well. not inside, apart from Winwood Court). Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts are still waiting to be finished inside.
I realised on putting this picture on the blog, that I had taken it, and caught the big windows in the reflection. Well, I never claimed to be a David Baily. Haha! Bath it daily, maybe! A touch of heterophemy there, sorry about that. I meant Bathe it, my inorthography. I love that word! I’ve wanted to use it for years! At last, my chance!
Out to the bus stop, and met and chinwagged with many of my beloved neighbours. ( I may have got some of the names wrong, if so I do apologise, it’s the Cisplatin drug, you know, Humph!) Doris, Margaret, Betty, Joanne, Abilene, and Pete and Roger. Which perked me up considerably. Thank you, folks!
I caught the town-bound L9. Got to Mapperley tops, and alighted the bus. I rounded the corner on Woodborough Road and looked at my destination, further along, the Aldi store. I hoped I would control my spending and choice of goods I bought this time. I’m getting a little fed-up with my overdoing things when out shopping.
It’s usually worse at times like this when I’ve not been out for a long time. Humph!
I turned around and took some shot of the traffic light junction.
Hobbled along, nice and steadily to the shop, and had a dangerous nosey around. I say dangerous, due to the absolute panic and rush most of the people were in. I was bashed and shoved about as people barged by me to get to the fodder on the shelves! I thought something might have been declared about national food shortages or something! I’m not kidding. Blimey, I was lucky to get to the checkout without being harmed! Tsk! I got the shopping, and paid without any dropsies, and packed the trolley, had to buy another long-life (At my age, Giggle!) bag. The same colour as Angela’s coat, that cheered me up too!
The walk back to the flats along Woodborough Road, down Mapperley Rise, Winchester Street, Chestnut Walk and into the Winwood Extra Care flats, was most pleasant. Although controlling the three-wheeler was troublesome at time.
I got back to the flats and into the Winwood Court. I noticed Deana outside with the disabled tenant and chap of Winwood, as the pair got into their car. So I waited, reading the notices for Deana to return. Which she did, and I asked her about Josie’s situation. She’s away on holiday for a week or two. I wish she’d told me – then again, maybe she did and I forgot? You never know! The main thing is, she is in no danger! I thanked Deana for putting my mind at rest, and gave her some fresh cream doughnuts, for looking after me.
I took the link-passage beck to the rather sad looking Woodthorpe lift foyer, as it waited for being upgraded.
However, I can’t remember if I mentioned it earlier, but things had improved, as we now have both elevators in working condition at the same time. Which is nice!
As I got out of the lift on my floor, neighbour Malcolm, was there, he said something I missed hearing, and I followed him into our flats lobby. He handed me a parcel, from Amazon, that he’d signed for! Good of him that! The puzzle of what could have been delivered already, confused me a bit. I got in the kitchen and put away fodder purchases. I’m glad I didn’t really overdo it, what with buying stuff from Amazon as well. Liquid Soap powder, beetroot, the bag, two waterless citrus room sprays, Sourdough baguettes A Swiss lemon roll, Doughnuts (Treat for Deana for her help), Caramel wafers for the nibble bag, and a vanilla dessert.
Then, I scrutinised the Amazon parcel!
It was two boxes of Manner Lemon wafers? I could not remember ordering these, so I had a look at my orders page on the web… What I discovered was Amazing… I have ordered some for every month, monthly like! I know I thought about getting one for Christmas as an extra treat for Sister Jane and Pete, who love them? But every month? That’s what it said, I’d opted for a discount by ordering regularly? Erm, err…
I thought of tonights fodder-feast. I decided it would be BBQ flavoured rice, with black bean sauce, and added a two-ways-cross tomato, using the new slicer, the last of the garden peas were thrown in the saucepan and left to marinate! I hope when it gets done, it comes out like my first one, that tasted grand. Fingers crossed anyway.
I got on the computer, not on top of it like! Haha! And made a start on updating this post.
The tissue, well, sheet of kitchen towel I’d just used to clean the spectacles, had formed a particular shape of an animal. To my mind, anyway. So I photographed it, just to see if anyone else can see it. A touch of pareidolia, there! You may have to look this word up… oh, alright then… it means “The science behind seeing faces in everyday objects” Smug-Mode Adopted!
Then, after an hour or three, I got the nosh prepared! Oh, Gastronomer God, please let it come out alright. Cause I’m so looking forward to eating it. Hehehe!
The rain started as I got the nosh readied. Not too hard a job, but the timing had to be right. As planned, I had to get the black bean sauce, with the chopped tomatoes, peas, added oregano spray, and some vinegar; bring to the boil, (so no chances were taken in leaving it unattended), then add the rice for five minutes, continually stirring the concoction.
Unfortunately, just as it started to simmer, the Porcelain Throne was needed! Argh! I thought quickly; ‘I can’t turn it off and reheat it’… oh dear! I trotted off to the wet room a fast as was possible, and the evacuation was mercifully quick and no struggle! Quickly washed the hands and rushed back to the kitchen. As I added the franks to the pan, it was apparent that the rice had burnt a bit. My heart sank! I tried a spoonful and boy, it was so gorgeous! Phenomenally flavoursome! I must remember to try and overcook them next time, too! Hehehe! I can’t remember enjoying a meal being enjoyed like this for ages. A worthy 9/10 recorded for Flavour & Enjoyment! Super!
The prime causes of this gastronomic delight? Was it the German Frankfurters? Was it the American Uncle Toms rice? Maybe, the so-tasty Dutch tomatoes? The black bean sauce? The cunning addition of the garden peas? The dash of garlic? The adding of the vinegar? Perhaps, the brilliance of the bald, deaf, lonely, depressed, ageing-fast, peripheral neuralgia, CIDP, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis ridden, decrepit, Nottinghamian pensioner, in adding the oregano? An amalgamation of all these things?
Nope, I reckon the crucial action, was the burning of the meal, that made the dinner into a feast, and so gorgeously tasty! I took the medications during eating.
Went to do the washing up and handwashing, but found the hot water was no longer hot? I just knew what had happened! I shot-off (well, severely-hobbled) to the wet room, and as I thought, I’d left the hot water tap running! Amongst the self-aimed insults and curses, I settled for “I’m just pathetic and incapable”, as the main reason for this Whoopsiedangleplop! Miserably inadequate is another fitting description.
I’ll have to leave the handwashing, and pots, until morning.
Just to add to the frustrations, yet again, sleep was reluctant to take a grip of me!
Tusk! Nauseating! Annoying and Disheartening!
Ah well, I’ll see if Red Dwarf is on any channels. Nope!
Tusk! Nauseating! Annoying and Disheartening! Hahaha!