Wednesday 25th September 2019
Filipino: Miyerkules Ika-25 ng Setyembre 2019
03:15hrs: I woke, reluctantly, and in a self-imposed, premeditative frame of mind. After just a few moments vacillating, I decided to get at least a start made, on trying to sort-out the Amazon deliveries. It was manifest that the trolley-guide delivered was going to need some construction, assembly, and DIY skills to assemble it. Such skills and capabilities that I do not possess! No-Confidence-Mode-Adopted! But, at least I was in a slightly better mood this morning, and was determined to have a go!
Oddly, I felt I was more clear-headed than for a long time, as I rose from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged 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), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner. No wee-weeing was required?
I wandered into the kitchen, and got the kettle on, then imbibed the medications. A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived via the suddenly rumbling and almost squelching movements and sounds from the innards! Off to the wetroom. Well, well, the evacuation was practically a pleasure! Much more comfortable, and no bleeding! Wunderbar!
The pins (legs), were looking a lot better this morning, and no bleeding from any papsules or clopidogrel’s welts. Plus, the fluid retentions was still low. I was pleased about that! Lucubrations permeated the brain for a few seconds or so. But not the worrying, all ‘Doom and Gloom’ regular ones that visit me! This little brain-blast was merely to inform me that the sorting-out of the new arrivals must be tended to, and the expected strawberries and limoncello treats on there way from Morrisons, taken to the wardens holding cells, and the Spices down to Jenny’s, later.
I unpacked the deliveries. As should have been axiomatic to me, the new Made in China, (come think of it, everything I ordered was Chinese made) three-wheeled tri-walker, I found it to be in need of a lot of assembling. The empty box, I am going to use for the recycling storage, before taking it down to the caretaker’s room on the front of the flats, when it get filled-up.
I extracted it from the box and moved the guide to the front room. To await my attentions and no doubt feeble efforts to assemble it. I have a fitment coming today, so I can take the walking stick with me when I use the trolley. I’ll most likely make a cock-up of fitting that as well and then brakes, bars, basket etc. Humph!
The one of the two I bought and adorned first lost its lettering doing so!
Never mind, the Warfarin one should be arriving today sometime.
I then ignored all the mess around me and the apartment and got on the computer to update and send off the Tuesday post to WordPress.
Made another brew, then I went on the WP Reader.
Then took two photographs from the gallery of the morning view.
By gum, it was raining out there! The poor chap dropped the wet bags inside the doorway, and seemed to in a rush, as he was only just within the hour allotted for the delivery. Nice chap. He sounded Polish or Lithuanian. Thanked him and wished him well as he shot off.
I’d not over-ordered this morning. I got some treats for Jenny and the Wardens to hand out later. If the Amazon stuff comes early, I might get out to the shops, properly. We’ll see.
The apples were English Worcestershire. But I can’t wait for Cox’s Pippins to arrive. I had got too much milk in, but this was soon corrected when I made another brew. The smell of the Cavendish bottle in the fridge encouraged me to throw away the contents. Eurgh!
I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw for the dairy, or even Diary Tops.
0850hrs, I took the treats to hand-out for Jenny and the wardens. I went without the camera, Tut! Dropped the straws and limoncello off at the Wardens Holding-Cell/Office. On my way back, I diverted from going to Jenny’s, as I thought it might be too early to catch them awake and about yet. I’ll go later.
As I got back in the flat, that droning noise seemed to be getting louder again. Drives you bonkers! On the computer and…
Hard work! The landline rang and lit up. The line was so bad, the lady who I think from bits of the conversation that I did get was from the Falls Team, was impossible. She rang back, and the line was much better. They’d had a cancellation and wanted to call to see me this afternoon around 14:30hrs. I thanked her and assured her I would be in.
I carried on updating this blog for hours. Now with Amazon expected at any time, and the Tamsin Peach (It sounded like anyway) calling from the Geriatric Falls Team, I will not be to visit Jenny with the nibbles. Ah, well, plenty of life in the limoncello yet.
As I was finishing, or rather giving up on mechanical stuff, the intercom rang out. It was the Occupational Therapist, Tasmin Peach, from the Falls Team come to see me.
We spent a couple of hours going through things. Blood Pressure reading and making sure the current medical history is up to date. History, hopes, and taking extra care were disgust. A charming, social and delightful lady, indeed.
I got the chestnut mushroom in the saucepan with some Balsamic vinegar, and Light Soy sauce added.
I spent a few minutes pondering over if there is something I’m doing wrong, that might be causing the falls.
Then had a rarity for today, a wee-wee.
I updated this blog to here and started to do some graphics on CorelDraw to use as page tops headers and ‘Thoughts’ for later on.
In the event of Woodthorpe Court flats collapsing shortly, would you please:
- Kindly let the Nottingham City Homes Management, know that I warned them! Hehehe!
- Oh, and remind Sister Jane about my funeral all being paid for in advance, she’s got the details.
- Yes, and Recliner-breaking crook, Brother-in-Law Pete, tell him not to bother returning the valuables he stole while I was in the hospital. But only, of course, in the event of my being crushed to death, or however I croak out. For God’s sake, don’t tell him to keep it if I’m still alive! Thanks, Tim, Lynton, Ian and Clive.
The tracker for the parcel was in the same position when I rechecked it again. It’s not easy for us older folk, having to not fall asleep! Staying awake is just as hard!
Back to the graphicationalisationing… Huh!
Sufferin’ succotash! Cozens! Scumbering-Swine! Ay, caramba! Unreliable Fries! Gits!
Amazon check. Getting closer!
Amazon arrived!
I must get some sleep.
Phlebotomy nurse arriving in the morning to
The computer still very slow, I gave up again.
As the thought of the daily battle with the sock-glide, which more often than not, the sock-glide would win, combined with my not needing them with staying in again all day, I just left the socks off. (Coward Class 1 – Grade A, speaking!)
I just photographed it, put it down, and made a start on making the nosh, I was as weary and tired as I have been for years.
I eventually made my way, bypassing the giant box the trolley came it, being used for recyclable storage. The shrewd about bits left-over from new Walker construction. Tools. General rubbish that reminded me of Steptoe & Son’s front room, in miniature, and into the £300, second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rickety, not-working (Thanks to Bother in law Pete!), recliner.
Shattered!
You have to figure out the time on the crisper. It will be different from boiling and baking. You probably needed a bit more time if there were hard parts in the middle of the fries. I still think you need to quit shaving and turn into a caveman if that’s how your hair grows. So the balcony is coming off. That might be a fun rid down. I was thinking I’d read that the therapist helped you finish putting the trolley guide together, but I guess not. Seemed like it would have been decent therapy for both of you. Great looking meal. Too bad it failed the taste test.
Thanks, Tim. I’ll definitely give it longer next try.
The daily shaving helps keep down the clogoteral, they tell me. I can do without the head looking like the legs, Haha!
Ah, maybe I coulddecorate the crumbling balcony to look like a cave? Hahaha!
No, but she rang me last night (waking me up) and booked a chap to come see me, on 11th October, re a different walker, bless her cotton socks. Blimey I’ve got three already. Still, 12th floor garage sale? (Laugh).
Silver sneaked into a dream last night?
TTFNski, Sir.
Go for Silver. You could have a man cave. Although, without a wife, your flat is probably considered a man cave.
Haha! Most of the ladies who do visit are nurses, therapists or Ambulance women. (Thank heavens!)
TTFNski, Sir.
That should have been a good for Silver sneaking into you dreams. You need more cats in your life.
I know. Sad innit? Tsk!