Wednesday 23rd October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 23ain Hydref 2019

02:20hrs: I woke, almost thoughtless, it was great. No Worry-Storm in the brain-box, totally unfathomable as to why, but I liked it! Within seconds, I was rising from the Brother-In-Law knackered second-hand, £300, rickety recliner, on the way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.

While releasing the wee-wee, I became aware of the lack of bother from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), Anne Gyna, and Back-Pain Brenda. Had I died, and no one told me? Hehehe!

The idea of hobbling to the kitchen without using the stick came to mind – followed by a warning from my EQ. So, I took in the message, usually right, for the trip with the new four-prong stick. But no bother came, I’ll give it a bit of time. I made a brew of Glengettie and took the medications. I tipped the tablets out from the Chemist-filled Tablet-Pouch.

I was under the impression when these arrived, that they had sent me a double-dose of prescriptions, but found on opening, they only half-filled them. The reason for tipping them into a bowl this time was I was getting fed-up with dropping one or more each time I tried to tip them into the tiny-pill tray I’d been using. And then having to locate them, clean them, and take them. Hehe!

I got the handwashing from last night onto the airer.

A summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off I went to the wet room. Yet another change in style this morning. Really messy, Urgh!

Cleaning me and various parts of the wet room up, took me ages to get done, and while doing it, having to bend, kick-started Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda off! Humph! The pain relief didn’t last for long, did it? But I appreciated it while it lasted. The EQ was right, as usual.

When I came out and went to make another brew before starting on the computer, being lighter now, I saw and was surprised by the thick fog out there! I took photographs to the left, straight ahead, and to the right.

Made the tea, and got the computer on. Oh, dearie me!

This went on for hours. Making life difficult with the computing, and getting the diary updated took yonks! But by blind determination, assisted my some silent-bad-language,  I eventually got it done and posted.

At about 08:30hrs, a screeching-metallic noise came from somewhere nearby. Gawd, it was loud and lasted for about 10 seconds. I abandoned the computer chair, and went on a seek & find mission!  I seeked but did not find what it was or where it came from. Taping and knocking noises were heard for several hours, but they were obviously from above, where the screeching seemed to be all around? Ah, just another of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, all rife!

I had to get the ablutions seen to before the Iceland delivery arrived. I double-checked on the email message, to be sure what time to expect it.

A new email had come in from the company. They were short delivering: the Sherbert saucers, and the Milk Roll bread! Tut-tut!

On the way to the wetroom, I heard another screeching noise again, not as loud and of a shorter duration.

The one thing I did not check last time, was the new intercom, so I had a look, but it had failed again! I hope the buzzer thing works when the chap or lady arrives with the groceries. Fingers crossed then. I got into the oh, so cold wet room, and started the ablutionisationing. I stripped off and checked the legs before doing the teggies and shaving. They didn’t look too good, to me. Humph! Yet the pain of RAI was not so bad at the moment. The Clopidogrel was raging, and the old ankle ulcer looked to be trying to burst out again?

The teggies were a struggle, as the right hand and fingers were both a bit non-responsive to touch. I tried using the left dandy and what a laugh!

The shaving was perhaps a little too close? Again, the hand and fingers caused problems. At this point, the dropsies consisted of Flannel 1, Razors 3, Shaving foam 1, and After-shave bottle 2. (Used to stop the bleeding)

As I got in the shower, I clouted my head on the control-box edge. Rinsed off the shaving foam, and had an excellent refreshing shower. Even if it did seem so cold in there this morning. I could hear knocking, drilling, and tapping while the shower was on, so it had to be nearby. The fire sprinkler fitters, maybe. Despite the injuries, I felt in fairly-good condition.

I dried off and got dressed, all bar the socks: with my accifauxpa record since getting up, I thought I’d leave off the socks and avoid any conflict with the sock-glide. Haha!

The nick on the nut bled a bit more, so I dosed it with after-shave, that did the trick. It made me jump a bit, and mutter some mild naughty words mind. Hehe!

Back on the computer, it was still dead slow! Started on this blog, until the intercom rang, and I heard it (another mystery), the release button worked, and the chap was soon at the door, he put the groceries inside the door for me. I signed his tablet and thanked him, and off I went for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee!

I got the stuff stored away, planning to have the frozen Smokey Sausage and beans ready-meal later. 

I’d wedged the door open with the trolley to get the bags in, so I went to close it and spotted some new pipework had been done in the hallway.

Back to the computer and did a bit, but things were that slow, I gave up. This damned Fries internet service is causing me dysbulia!

I decided to take the bags to the waste chute, then go to see the Wardens if they are in their holding-cell, interrogation office, then go up to the roof at Winwood Court, to take some pictures, as the fog was thinning quickly now, and the sunshine, although not warm, was coming out.

Then, the Amazon monthly delivery of the Mannon Lemon Wafers arrived from Amazon. A reet-treat! Bootiful! Tangy and tasty! Delightful! And expensive! Har-har!

I got the five bags made up for the waste chute, and struggled to the chute-room with them and deposited them down the shaft. Then returned to the apartment and got the nibble bag and pressies in the trolley, and back out again,  down in the lift to the ground floor lobby. A mass of posters was on the notice board. One was from Jenny, she is still organising the Meal to Arnold. I really would like to go again with Jenny and Frank, but with how I am at the moment, it would be very embarrassing for me, the shakes, losing contact with the fingers and hands, would undoubtedly mean Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangplops with eating. Just like they do at the flat. But here, there is only me to cope with and self-mortify and shame. I think it is on a Tuesday anyway, so will clash with the After-Stroke Physio sessions. But, I do appreciate her efforts for us, so much. ♥

I made my way along the link-passage. As soon as the swipe door opens to Winwood Court, you are greeted by a lovely warmth, a stark contrast to how Woodthorpe Court feels. I got to the Wardens Den. All three of them were in, with a selection of handsome, fit-looking young workmen. It makes yer sick! Well me, anyway. Ha-ha-ha! I dropped the pressie off, handed the nibble bag around, and had a chat. (Precious that!) When the wafers where delivered, I saved the air-bags they used, and took them as well, cause they are larger than normal ones, and the gals love popping-them! And did so as soon as they were handed over!

I departed, and got in the lift to the top floor of Winwood Court, to take some pictures from the rooftop. The restroom was not being used by anyone. It is spacious, nice and warm and had facilities galore. I went out on to the roof. The doors have now been repaired, and both opened when I pressed the button. Lovely!

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Shame about the leaks in the roof, it has always leaked since being installed.

I went back into the perfectly heated and looked after rest-area room. So much care has gone into planning the layout and available extras.

As you can see, the luxury-status room lacks for nothing, only Winwood Court residents, visiting. Oh, I am jealous again! Hehehe!

After a nosey-around, I got in the lift and returned through the link-passage back to the dark, grungy, cold Woodthorpe Court.

I spotttttted… did you see that? I left the extra t’s on, to show you how often I have to amend and correct things when the fingers lose their sensitivity to touch, same when shaving, no wonder I can’t get jobs done, and they take so long to do! Moan-Over!

What was I saying? Oh, yes! I spotted either a contact or a security device. Or both, hanging from one of the doors in the passageway.

I was struggling with my balance and the trolley for a while. Which made me appreciate the help from the After-Stroke team and the Red Cross, in getting me this trolley-walker. Without any doubt, it had been an accident saver for me, on many occasions, like just now!

They even have motion-sensors for the lights in the warm-snug passageway. Did I mention it was so comfortable and warm in Winwood Court?

When I got through the swipe-door at the end of the corridor, I shuddered involuntarily! It was that cold in there! Just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

Being lunchtime, I called in to see Robert, the caretaker and offer him a nibble. (No answer to that, Hahaha!) We had a little natter, which I always appreciate. Like when Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Pole Dancer Angela called last night. She made a point of having a short chinwag with me, and caring actions like this, are so appreciated. ♥

I said my farewells, and withdrew, to the elevator and back up to the flat. I had another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.  And the photographs from camera SD card to CorelDraw. Titivated a couple up, and got them all on WordPress to use as I updated this post.

I had a break, when, you guessed it…

I got the oven heating, ready for the cooking of the Smokey sausage & bean casserole, later on. I hope it will be tasty.

Went for another HDT wee-wee. At least the water-demands have all been of a similar nature today, even if a tad fierce perhaps?

I made a brew of tea and got the medications taken. I then had a go at getting the Nokia camera, no… Nikon camera to take a landscape photograph. Changed the settings, then took a picture from the balcony. And success! It came out just grand! At least know now, how to change it back in the settings. If I remember.

As I turned to come back in from the balcony, I saw so many dead insects on and under the floorboards. Bees, midges and flies! And the cold had gone through to the flat when I opened the window! Grumph & Carbolic!

Then I got the casserole in the oven after reading the cooking instructions. It needs 30 minutes with the cellphone punctured, then I have to take it out, remove the plastic and give it another 15 minutes. What are your odds of me having an Accifauxpa while doing it? I set the timer and took it with me to the computer to update this… It was slow going, but at least the Virgin media was working again.

I stripped the cellophane off of the container, stirred the concoction and put it back in the oven, also added a sourdough baguette, in the hopes that everything will be cooked at the same time.

Getting tired now. Had a quick go at Facebooking photos. But…

Gave up on computing. Gerumph!

I’ll have to catch-up in the morning. Globdangerations!

I got the ready-made meal into the oven. Later adding the gungo beans and BBQ sauce. And had a read of the contents written on the sleeve. Which were, (get ready…)

Cooked roasted red pepper sausages (29%) – (pork (76%), roasted red pepper (16%), citrus fibre, salt, spices, herb, garlic, dried red pepper, filled into a beef collagen casing), passata, water, sliced red pepper (9%), roasted onion (9%), roasted red pepper, cannellini beans (3.5%), red kidney beans (3.5%), sliced spring onion, onion purée, diced carrot, garlic purée, pork bouillon, yeast extract, ham powder, pork, salt, antioxidant (rosemary extract), onion powder), Worcester sauce (water, white vinegar, sugar, salt, tamarind extract, onion powder, barley malt extract, garlic powder, ground ginger, concentrated lemon juice, clove powder, chilli powder), maize starch, spices (contains mustard), salt, seaweed granules. Oh boy, what have I bought? This might not be a good idea! I got the timer on, and after 30 minutes, took it out, removed the film, stirred it, added the gungo beans & Texan BBQ sauce. Back in the oven with the Sourdough baguette for 15-minutes longer.

I felt a little dubious as I served it up on the tray. Put the things in to soak in the oven, and into the junk room and on the recliner to eat this, what I thought was an over ingredientated meal. It was great! I expected it to be too hot and spicy for me. But it tasted spot-on to me! A flavour-rating of 7.7/10! I devoured it with more relish than I have any meal for days now!

I think this list of health and danger listing, shows it to be a healthy meal? But I’m not sure. It was indeed a coenaculous meal, that was enjoyed with degust.

It was £3.50 and was 550g. I expect Iceland will have run out of stock by the time I get to go and buy some more! Huh!

With a warm, satisfied feeling in the stomach, I washed the pots and got the handwashing done.

(0000000000000000000 [Ululations! Finger nerve dying on me again!)

I just had to take this shot of the paradisaical, colourful evening sky. I used the Nikon camera, as it has a ‘Night Landscape’ option, which seems to come out more vivid than the Auto one. I’ll try an Auto and a Night one of the same scenes for the morning’s view, so I can show the difference between them.

I had a drink of something that I have not had for donkey’s years – A can of Pepsi, a sugar-free one. It got the wind-up for me! I got them on offer, delivered from Iceland. A shame the ycould not supply the Sherberts and bread as well. Grrr!

I was pretty sure that sleep would come quickly tonight. I couldn’t have wronger! Humph!

I spent hours and hours, not even any short nod-offs! I watched the TV later into the night than I have done since in my teens! Gawd knows when I did get to kip, but I remember a Law & Oder programme starting at 23:00hrs. I reckon I must have nodded-off while that was on.

Will, I ever catch up on the Nottingham City Homes-Repair team’s imposed sleeping ban of nine-days duration?

I’m not too hopeful. Haha!

TTFNski.