Monday 28th October 2019
Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 28 Listopada 2019. Godine
02:10hrs: Trying to sleep was abandoned. After a night of sleeplessness, unit a ten minute-spell, when I did nod-off and had a nightmare of nightmares! A phantasma that consisting of just about everything I have done wrong in my life drifting through it! Misinterpretations, boo-boos, failures, errors, bad choices, goofs, faux pas, over and underestimations, inadvertencies, snafus, aberrations, and misdiagnoses. The dream even made me feel guilty about the typographical errors brought on by the peripheral neuralgia and failing memory! I had a hatred of myself and my actions, toying with my conscience! I was well-pleased when I woke up and thought it best not to risk my falling back to sleep and returning to that worryingly lurid and grotesque nightmare. It’s almost unheard of, a night-dream getting to me, but this one did! Oy Gevalt!
The aches and pains were not to bad as I jiggled things about a bit. The breathing was a struggle, and I soon found that the hands and fingers were going to cause me a few dropsies today, as they were losing sensitivity on and off, to touch straight away. However, lack of too much aggravation from Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, levelled the pain-playing field, so’s to speak, somewhat.
Getting my short, stocky but flabby body out of the £300, c1968, rickety recliners, was unwontedly, almost hassle-free! A wee-wee urge developed as soon as I got into a semi-stood up position. And, when I grabbed the stock and got the few paces to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), it had hardly been used overnight? And what was passed, really was, almost nothing more than a few fluid ounces, and that was all gently sprayed everywhere but the bucket, by the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee! I reckon it must be, as I thought yesterday, a urine infection come on.
I cleaned things up and went to change PPs in the wet room. When conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was a good job I was in the shower room at the time. Or else I would never have got to the Throne in time, from anywhere further away! Phew! This time, the evacuation was harder in every sense, and still a lot of it! Ah, well, all gone now. Haha! Washed up, changed PPs, and off to the kitchen.
I took the medications, and made a super-tasty brew of Gelengettie tea!
Another wee-wee was called for, and I used the GPWWB, to avoid spraying and decorating the wet room and cleaning it again! I made sure that any splashes and or spray would not miss the bucket and passed a UPWTWW (Unwilling-Painful-Weak-Trickling) style wee-wee.
Computer on, and visited the WordPress reader. Then, I began updating the Sunday post. With many nerve-end failures and a few pathetic painful wees, and making mugs of tea in between, hours later, I’d got it done. But, with many addlepated moments of concern!
The humming, droning constant wind-like noise all around the block, was more intrusive than ever this morning. I became increasingly iracundulous and irritated by it!
The beautiful, highly-desirous, kind, wonderful phlebotomy nurse is due this morning or lunchtime to take the blood for the Warfarin INR testing. Heart flutters & and hatred of my being too old! ♥
The itching in the leg started again. Out of interest, I looked up ‘Causes of itching under the skin legs’. Ahem! This is what I found on the web: Dracunculous: Guinea Worm Disease: The female can grow to 31 inches! Sorry I looked now! Haha!
Another wee-wee and another brew of tea made, then back on the computer. I made a start on this blog. I got up to here, and decided to have some breakfast, but what? I had a search around for something I fancied. Tea and biscuits again, I suppose? I’ll have some of the Manner Lemon wafers, and then try out the new ankle support straps. (Failure yet!)
By gum, life is vibrant and contentment-ridden, innit? Hehe!
I took two photos of the same area, the first one in Aperture plus mode, the second on Auto. Neither was brilliant.
Off to the wet room to sort the ablutions out. As for my forecast of the dropsies expected, I was was way-out. The only ones were the toothbrush (2) and the razor (1). Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I made another brew, had an INHBT wee-wee, and back on the computer and CorelDraw. To try and create some graphics before the Angel arrives.
Who did come minutes later, a different Nurse, nice lady, who was in a bit of a rush, with us being down to one lift only again in the flats, and she had other patients to see as well yet. I thanked her and wished her well, and got things ready for my trip to go bargain hunting at the ‘Affordable’ Food Shop, on Derby Road. I read about it on the Evening Post site and could see some small jars of Hoisin sauce in one of the pictures, half-price.
I spent a while double-checking, to reassure myself that I’d left everything safe, and set out to the lift to go down to the OBergruppenfüreress Warden’s Holding Cell Office, to see if they were interested in having the Mexican flavoured rice so as not to waste the second packet. With only one lift, I had a long wait for it to arrive. When it did, there were two resident, man and wife, in the cage, and then me with my trolley walker, then another bloke got in, and then off one floor lower. Decent couple the new folks. We chatted and had a laugh. I alighted the elevator and limped through the link corridor the Warden’s Interrogation Office. No one in, they’ll be out working. I pressed on and out to the bus stop. It was cold again. Not that it bothered me, I was well wrapped up, and having an enjoyable chinwag and moaning session with other tenants at the stop. On the bus, and I managed to interest Cyndy in the flavoured rice. Cyndy and Eric were not on the bus for long as they got off on Mapperley Tops, but we managed a natter, all the same.
En route to town, I nearly lost my grip on the side-saddle seat a few times. Obviously a Formula One fan, this driver. Hehe!
As I got off of the bus on Queen Street and turned to go up the hill, I suffered a Dizzy Dennis attack. The worst one in a long time. It took a good few minutes of my leaning against an electrical box before Dennis cleared. Afterwards, I was a little weary, but all seemed fine.
I walked along Upper Parliament Street to the big traffic island with Derby Road. The sun was out, but nit very warm with it, and the people of Nottingham seemed to be in a generally good mood. No policemen were seen at all, and the pins and Arthur Itis were doing very well for me!
To get onto Derby Road the side I need for where the shop was, I had to tackle three sets of pelican lights. None of them gave me enough time to get over the road before they changed to green for the traffic. Much to the driver’s annoyance, I even got a pap and dirty look from one of them! Oy Vay!
In an island between the maze of crossings, I took a couple of shots of the Cathedral.
I limped up the hill, coping well with the trolley for once. My mind was on those Hoisin snf black bean sauce bottles I’d seen in the Nottingham Post site earlier – but: Bother me! They do not open on Monday and Tuesdays. So, on tomorrow’s visit to the After-Stroke Physio session, I still can’t get to shop there! Glubbledangsoddit!
I was phlegmatic about the situation, though, it was almost as if apanthropinisation had taken me over. I just took this photo and calmly turned around, back down the Derby Road hill. Which is where the problems came into play: The three-wheeler-walker does not like going downhill! I got to the Albert Hall junction and had to go up a steep kerb, that I managed, but as I set off again, the trolley went over after hitting a broken paving slab sticking up! I manoeuvered myself somehow, so as to avoid going over with it, though. Innit amazing the things you keep in your three-wheeler-walker bag? I noticed this as I struggled a bit, to retrieve the comprehensive selection of hand-out nibbles, pen, crossword book, an apple, receipts etc. and bits and pieces that had accrued, and spilt out onto the pavement! Hehehe!
As I got into the City Centre, this food-delivery ‘Herbert’ all but hit me me as he belted by. I’d like to take this opportunity to apologise to him for my unthinkingly getting in his way with my three-wheeled trolley-guide-walker. If the gentleman is reading this, I’d like to apologise for walking on the pedestrian footpath, thus blocking the distinctively tall, fit, young man’s way. If he’d like to get in touch, I can arrange for a meeting with Clive and Gary for him. I’d like that!
The state of the Slab Square was chaotic, messy and unattractive in the extreme!
After the close-call with the food-delivery cyclist ‘Herbert’, I was in a niggly mood and made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, taking this shot of King Street, on the way.
The driver of the bus when it arrived, was the same Michael Shumacker impersonator again. So, I was back at Winwood Heights in no time. Sore bottom and bruised knees, from the side-saddle seat-keeping on, struggle. Argh!
I made my way back through Winwood Court, through the link tunnel and back to Woodthorpe Court, and up in the lift, still only one working. Seeing, not a soul! Oh, sorry, no. A bloke got in the lift, he went up to the 13th floor, a decent sort.
I found the diurnal sunshine bursting through the windows, albeit a cold one. I thought I’d nip out on the balcony to take some snaps of the amazing looking sky.
As I was getting back indoors, I noticed a right mess on the boarding planks on the balcony.
Much detritus had fallen in-between the holes in the planks. Chips and crumbs of cement or concrete, insects, bird-poo and other unrecognisable, undefined droppings and rubbish! We never had this problem with the old balcony, the wind just blew it away! Haha!
I had a wee-wee, another weak, put hurtfull RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) effort. Washed up, did the handwashing and hung it to dry. Got the chips in the oven, and peas and hot dog sausage in the saucepan.
Off to the Porcelain Throne – Oh dearie me! Another fair bit of ensanguining! Washed-up again, and was about to take the nosh I’d prepared and just served up on the plate for consumption…
And then the landline chirped and flashed! It was Brother-in-law and valuables-stealing from the flat while I was in the hospital, Pete. (I’m beginning to believe Sister Jane now, who told me Pete had made a drone, [He’s an electrical genius] so he can see when I’m showering, sleeping or eating, thus knowing the best time to call me, to cause maximum hassle, disruption and disturbance! Hehe!) We had a serious natter for a while about things, interspersed with the odd sarcasm, insult and joke.
Perfect timing from the lad, the nosh was ruined, the chips and sausages had gone cold!
So, I did some recooking of more chips, threw the first ones away, and reheated the sausages in water.
Then the doorbell chimed. It was an engineer calling to do the fire alarm checks. The hallway one was fine. But he was having problems getting the smoke alarm in the kitchen to go activate. The chap got it finished and departed, and I took the burnt chips out of the oven, turned down the heat on the reheating up sausages. Then got some more chips in the oven (Third try!)
At last, I got the meal into the front room and sat down in the recliner and turned on the TV to watch a Hustle DVD…
The front door chimed out again! It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and tray from yesterday’s nosh. At least she said she enjoyed it, that made me feel betterer.
I got around to eating the nosh at long last. Ha-ha! Despite all the rehashing of the ingredients, the feast went down well with me. A Flavour-Rating of 7/10, was good for it, after all the messing about.
Sleep came early! Great!