Tuesday 24th September 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 24 Rujna 2019 Godine

03:00hrs: I stirred, in a strange to me, pacificatory, leisured, relaxed, an almost nonchalant frame of mind. Life felt copeable with, and no mind-blasts if uncomfortable nervousness and worrying. Even when I freed my staggeringly-large bellied body from the £330, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner (One one that was damaged by Brother-in-Law Pete, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), there was little pain or hassle from many of the ailments. Was I still asleep and dreaming of waking up?

I had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee and went off to the kitchen. I noticed that the handwashing and pot-washing needed doing. This reminded me of last nights farce when I left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wet room sink! (Red-Face-Mode, at the recollection, adopted). And prompted me to run the tap… Phew! Hot water on again! So I got the pots done, and then did the handwashing, got it rang out and onto the airers. I had to use them both, with there being extra togs washed. I took the medications.

Made a brew, then got the computer going, and looked up the Amazon orders, which after much going back a forth, I collated as:

• Three-Wheeled Rollator – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Unknown
• Crisper non-stick baking tray – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Amazon
• Hearing Impaired Alert Bracelets – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Amazon
• Pill cutter-crusher – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Unknown
• Walking-Stick Holder for trolley – Wednesday Delivery by Amazon
• Warfarin Alert bracelet – Wednesday. Delivery by Royal Mail

All (apart from Royal Mail) showing up to 22:00hrs!

Then I concentrated on updating the Sunday blog. (Which was completed about three hours later). Two more wee-wees during the updating. Both of the same variety, and so different from the first one. LSPDO (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-Out) style. And two mugs of tea, both went cold before they were drunk up!

Yet another wee-wee when I’d finished the post and sent it off. Amazingly, of the VSBBS (Very-Short-Bursting-But-Sprinkly) type. I’m certainly getting a right mix of them this morning. I bet some folk would be jealous. All that interest in just wee-weeing! Haha!

I visited the WordPress reader.

Then went to make another brew and check on the airing of the handwash clobber.

Using the two airers, because I did a few extra items in the daily handwash. But they were drying pretty quickly… well, very slowly really! Tsk!

I got around to making the brew, Glengettie, the best Gold blend. And the leg started to offer me an imitation-neuropathic-schuhplattler dance. It didn’t last long, however. It was an energetic effort. It was soon over.

Made the mug of tea, and blow-me, I needed the Porcelain Throne! I felt it might be a long session, the stomach felt bloated but hard with it. So I took the tea in with me. I’d drank the whole mugful, and still, nothing had moved from the insides! I did a bit of crosswording, in the hope that something might escape, but no chance.  Good stuff Movicol is, it usually gets things activated in about an hour or two for me. The reason for the blockage in the intestines, I could not work out.

I photographed the pins before leaving, and they did look even paler than usual, but the blotches, scabs, blood papsules and clopidogrel all seemed to be far less vivid. I think some of the papsules had disappeared as well, they do that sometimes you know.

So I dressed washed and to the kitchen and took a Movicil sachet. I had to have another wee-wee, of the LPSAOS (Long-Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Splashback) variety. What next? Hehe!

Started this diary off. Then, in the middle of doing this, a depression, for that’s the only word I can think off, came over me, almost instantaneously! My spirits sank to a non-existent level. The flood of fears, hatreds, worries, troubles and uncertainties filled the mind. Every other thought or idea I was seconds earlier using of, was replaced with consternation, anxiety and trepidity.

I stopped on the computer and walked to the kitchen, uncaringly hung the stick on the door, opened the light & view-blocking window, and it was drizzling lightly. And took a picture. I even thought at the time, ‘It’s doing this on purpose, to annoy me!’ I was not manic about things, just confused as to why the sudden change in my outlook. I’d been singing to myself minutes earlier, ‘Beautiful Dreamer’: ♫Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull’d by the moonlight have all passed away!…♫, and making light of everything. Yet, still, the view seemed so pleasant to me. I spent a few moments genuinely concerned for my sanity. Sorry, but it’s real!

A determined ‘Pull yourself together’ session failed to get me out of the megrims. For the first time in many a year, I was so glad that I did not have any alcohol in the place! Even after so many years, I would have been tempted, if there were any… no, I’d have drunk it!

Things are muddled as to details of what happened next. But I found myself on the Throne, struggling to pass anything. The stick was on the door handle. The crossword book was in my hand, and a blessed evacuation was on the way! Ginormous!

I still felt a bit down, but not so bad. I returned to the computer. Sister Jane rang. We had a natter, and I told her about how I felt.

Back to the updating of this post. But not for too long, the hands and fingertips joined in with Shaking Should Samuel, and I gave up.

I got the black bags taken to the shute on the way down, and went out in the rain to take the cleaned and rinsed empty glass jars to the green bin.

The rain had been and was still pouring down at a fair rate.

The puddle in had spread over Chestnut Walk to the other side. The drains were not coping with the precipitation. I suspect the falling leaves were the cause of the problem. But, I’m probably wrong, I usually am. I’m good at being and getting things wrong, you know! Hahaha!

I didn’t hang about too long, although I would have enjoyed just standing and looking at the rain. There’s a word for that, but I can’t remember what it is… erm… nope, can’t recall it, now. Yer I can remember Impluvious: Unaware that it’s raining. The brain and mind are not so reliable nowadays. Oy Vey! 

When I got back up to the apartment, the door had been opened, and a note left for me! It was from the Chiropodist in Winwood Heights. Offering me a service and the prices of each one. Routine foot care: £30. Nail Trimming: £25. And Verruca Re-dressing for £20. Also, it mentioned a Loyalty Card, you can sign up for, which gives £5 off on your tenth visit!

As I was putting the kettle on, I looked out of the light and view-blocking, thick-framed, impossible to reach for cleaning new kitchen window, getting soaked by rain that had accrued while the window was shut… where was I? Oh, yes! I thought I could see an Amazon lorry below. So, I thought it must be delivering some of the things I’d ordered. I took a photo, and it turned out to be an Argos van.

Still not feeling like doing any computerisationing much, I pondered over what to have for the day’s meal. After much dithering and vacillating, I decided on a tinned nosh. Well, with having to stay in for the deliveries, it’s hard to get fresh food in! But no problem, plenty of cans in the cupboard. Chilli, garden peas, black bean sauce, tomato-slicer-sliced twice tomato chinks made and added, with some vinegar; and a sourdough baguette to soak up the liquids, sound good to me. But no point in making it, until all off the deliveries have arrived.

I had a look at the Amazon delivery tracker to find out what’s what. The fit-on Walking Stick attatchment, for the walker, and the Warfarin wristband will arrive tomorrow. Expected today are these four. That’ll frighten the Bank Manager. Harf-Harf!

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I tried updating the TFZer Facebook page and my photo albums. But it was not  easy:

Got the nosh prepped and in the saucepan ready, and warmed it up up, stirring it all the time. The tomato-slicer is great for cross-slicing the fruit. Added the black bean sauce and chilli-con-carne earlier.

Put the sourdough baguette and two cobs in the oven for ten minutes.

The serving up of the nosh was fraught, I had the feeling that the deliveries would start to come as soon as I started eating it! Haha! It wasn’t so. I consumed the delightfully tangy meal, Taste-Rating 7.8/10, and got the washing up done. Then got the days handwashing done.

I sat watching a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD, with subtitles on, so I could have a chance of hearing intercome when it went off. No headphones on, as I usually would have.

I had a check on the deliveries progress, and got this on the screen! Close!

I’m afraid I kept nodding off for a minute here and there. So I got up and tottered about. 16:35hrs, now. I took a look at the rain-soaked road below. No signs of any delivery lorries, not that I could see much!

Reluctantly, I got the computer back on to do the updating, and the intercom rang!

Aha, the deliveries all in one arrived! Looks like I might have to build the new trolley? Argh! All items were made in China.

18:25hrs: Too tired to do anything more, now.

Head down!