Monday 30th September 2019

Chichewa: Lolemba 30 Seputembala 2019

01:35hrs: I woke in a haze of ambiguity, confusion. Indeed the incertitude was a deep one. Had I snuffed it and gone over? Was there really something on the other side? I soon came out of the possibly dream-driven world of half-reality, when I nearly fell out of the £300, second-hand recliner, as I gave a sneeze that may well have woken up tenants three floors above! Gaining a modicum of control over the wayward mind, I soon discerned the need for both a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. So, without much pain or hassle, I got my endomorphic body out of the recliner and caught my balance, got the stick, and ventured to the wet room.

Noticing, the state of the room as I waddled off. Empty spring water bottles and nocturnal nibbling indicators (crumbs, empty foody containers with lids off… etc.), things had definitely been moved overnight, in different places, the ANkle-Support Strap was on the carpet, near the balcony door? I thought this must be investigated, but the need for the WC forced me forward, and hastily onto the Throne!

The session went swiftly: “Sit-No-effort-Splosh, all done with!” But! The mess left behind and evacuated, meant it took me ten times or longer to clean up, than for the session to take place! That irony-taste was in the throat, that one gets when suffering from Diarrhorea Donald, makes me think he is about to blossom into a full-on visit! Even more surprising, was needing another wee-wee while cleaning things up, it was of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) mode! And I do mean long! Blimey!

Into the kitchen, and realised I had not done the handwashing last night. Naughty! Schlimazel! Double-bubble-trouble to sort out tonight then! Humph! Took the medications, and made a brew, of Extra-Strong English Breakfast tea. I was amazed at how strong this came out, it is not usually this strength, but I liked it. Then, when adding the milk, I found that I had put two teabags in the little mug! Haha!

The brain was now less macaronic, and I got the computer on. Started to make-up this blog, and got carried away, and nearly forgot to update Sunday’s! So, I made another brew took some pictures with the Nikon camera.

I’d put the Canon on recharging the battery, and started on the updating. Got it finished and went on the WordPress Reader section. Then on to theTFZer Facebooking page.

Got it updated, I love the folks on this site. Then, made a brew, and having lost all my cornflakes when I dropped the box, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast, while I watched some YouTube funnies, before getting the ablutions done. Which resulted in only three dropsies! Oh yes! Much betterer! Toothbrush, razor, and soap.

Got the black bags made up, and also had the box that the 3-wheeler arrived in, filled with recycling stuff. I dropped the bags down the chute and took the box down with me on the way out. There was me, pushing the trolley-walker and dragging the giant carton behind me. Getting into and out of the elevator was interesting (comical really), but I managed it and took it to the caretaker’s door.

I re-entered the flats and walked along the link-passage to Winwood Court.

The rain had stopped, but droplets remained on the plants in the outside sitting area. I took a photograph through the passage windows, but the droplets of rain on the plants, that somehow looked so life-giving and beautiful to me did not show up well. Shame!

Along the tunnel to the Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Wardens detention and interrogation office. All locked up. As I pressed on, the new Winwood Court Warden (I really must find out her name!) was coming in the opposite direction. I offered the nibble-bag, and she took a couple, one for Warden & Pole-Dancer Generalleutnantess Julie. Deana, was, I assume, either on holiday, or cover-working to cover holidays at another site.

Out to the bus stop. The sun came out, and as the few, grew to many tenants awaiting the bus, chinwagging broke out, and I listened with great interest. Group cognition, heuristic and critical observational discussion flowed. When a few sarcasticalisational comments were bandied, I joined in with my comments on the crumbling balcony. Hehe! I thoroughly enjoyed my waiting time at the shelter. I arrived in town and got off at the Upper Parliament Street stop.

And hobbled along into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco Store. I came out with some Piccalo tomatoes, baby chestnut mushrooms and the last two packets on their shelves, of my beloved crispy seaweed snacks.

I paid at the self-service checkouts, with the assistance of a young man.

Then out into the even sunnier than it was earlier, Milton Street. Not a hot sun, mind.

I ambled along in a distant frame-of-mind. An imprecision or nebulousness had taken over the grey-cells. I got to the Poundstrecher Shop, in a search for some sherbet lemon saucers, but found none. I exited with a bottle of Texas BBQ sauce, and a pack of light biscuits (They didn’t last long, they were so gorgeous! So tomorrow, when the After-Stroke Physio session is over, I’ll get some more, if I remember!)

I paid and meandered along Milton Street, taking some photographicalisation in the sunshine.

I still wasn’t feeling fully in control, a smidge of vagueness remained, and the fatigue was coming over me earlier the never today?

I walked to the Poundland shop and had a nosey around. I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought; Some more drain unblocker for the wet room sink. A Pork Farms pork pie, Dettol disinfectant, and bleach.

I crossed back of the pedestrian crossing and got to the bus stop to wait for the L9 bus, now I felt even more tired and weary? The prospect of the Physio exercises in the morning were getting less eagerly awaited! I took some pictures while I was at the bus shelter.

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On the trip home, I must have had about twelve or more nod-offs! Luckily, being on the side-saddle seat, the bumpy ride and going around corners and nearly parting company with the chair, kept jolting me awake.

Off the bus, and so wearily, I walked to the Winwood entrance, and along the passage to Woodthorpe Court, and up the elevator to the flat. Totally pooped, lassitudinous and tired!

I put the unneeded foods away and got the handwashing done, before I fell asleep, for I felt I would do, as soon as I sat down.

No cooking, too tired to bother. I got a plate of saladish stuff made up. Wholemeal cod sarnies with German smoked ham and tomatoes, chopped ‘granite-like’ beetroot, a Worcestshire apple, and some crispy seaweed. Boy did I enjoy it, too! Those Ventaglietti puff pastry biscuits were delightful! I really must try to get some more of them in the morning or tomorrow afternoon. Delicate, sweet and tasty with it. But, messy to eat. They have a crumb distribution-zone rating of 90%. Hahaha! An overall taste-rating for this nosh was 9.25/10!

I took the medications, had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBOV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venomously) wee-wee. Cleaned up, and got down in the rickety recliner, and put the TV on.

But sleep still did not come as such, so many little nod-offs for a few seconds, though. Too tired? Humph! Still, I did eventually nod-off, not get woken-up, and slept for around five undisturbed hours. Twas nice!