Sunday 1st December 2019
Croatian: Nedjelja 1 Prosinca 2019. Godine
22:25hrs: Woke with a sense of pusillanimousness rampant within. A wishy-washiness, a vulnerability, and acceptance of my ineptness. (What had I been dreaming of?) I lay a while, pondering over my brain’s overnight transmogrification into a whimpering collection of uncontrollable fears and self-dislike. This train of thought soon changed, the moment I moved to get my gargantuanly flabby-body out of the recliner; as Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald joined forces in giving me something else to fret over; some discomforting pains!
After gingerly rising to my feet, I needed the Porcelain Throne suddenly. Off to the wet room, and on the Throne. A massive evacuation, not messy at all, but bloody. I assumed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. A clean-up then medicationing, and off to the kitchen.
Where I found the evening medications that I’d not taken. So, I did so. With a good dollop of the insipid Peptac and an extra Codeine 30g, to help counter Harold and Donald. I put the anti-Saccades-Sandra drops in, and the olive-oil in the lug-holes; which gave me a surprise, as I took out the applicator from the right ear, it brought a great big lump of earwax with it! Haha! This helped the hearing a bit, and the damned persistent 24/7 droning, humming noise became more annoying! Humph!
I got the Saturday blog updated. It didn’t take long, even with the right-hand finger-ends Neurotransmitter Sensory nerves playing up. Not many photographs were taken that needed attention.
I went to the kitchen to make a brew and take the morning medications. I made a mistake here, I took another Codeine, that’s three now, in three hours! Huh, Fool! I might fall asleep unexpectedly at any time now. Tsk! Mind you, the headache is easing off. Duodenal Donald will have to be put up with until he decided when to stop, the extra Codienes will not help things in that department. Still, the stabbing pains are no worse, so I might get away with it.
I went on the WordPress Reader. Then made a start on this blog. A quick check on the TFZer Facebooking next. I enjoyed that.
Ablutions tackled, and a good session. A tiny cut shaving. Of course, the dropsies were many, but they always are. The only one worthy of note was the carbolic soap when I was in the shower, straight down onto the much-stubbed middle toe! But, I was not too bothered, a silent curse, bent down to retrieve the soap, and clouted my head on the grab bar on the wall! That did bother me a bit! Tsk! But no dizzies, that was great!
03:25hrs: I must now get back to creating some graphics, so I can make up the templates in advance. I hope the nerve-ends will let me work on CorelDraw. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
07:45hrs: I am shattered! But I got a few done, and pleased with them, considering the handicap of the finger-nerves. A mug of tea and some bikkies to dunk, a wee-wee and a minute or two of silent introspection and considerationalisationing, methinks. Back to the graphicationalising. By gum, I got into it, the failing sensory Neurotransmitter from the right side to the brain, eased off a little for some welcome reason, and I got on with producing the graphics, and then the templates!
11:33hrs: It was soon time to stop and get Josie’s meal prepared. (Which left me with the biggest load of washing up to do. Haha!) I made a good choice for her today. Aduki beans being a first for me. I warmed them through with tomato passata, as someone recommended me to, and added a bit of onion salt. Sliced tomato, Spanish, so not very juicy. Gherkins. Sliced apple. Surimi prawn sticks and Tuna with some mayonnaise and vinegar mixed in. Fried dried onions and I managed to get the cheesy potatoes mashed and crisped up betterer this week. The Gin and tonic and Limoncello dessert on the tray with the cutlery, and delivered it to her door, which is directly opposite my door, handy that! She was on the phone when I rang the bells, so it took a while for her to answer. She was looking very well this morning. The gal handed a tray of lettuce and tomatoes, and I took the meal, which was nice and hot for once, well, the potatoes were. I wanted Josie to get the pots while hot, so a couple of words, thanks for the greenery and tom’s, wished her happy eating, and back to the flat.
I’d been up for about 14 hours by then, and done a decent job of catching up on the graphics, fed Josie, which is my pleasure, so seeing the pile of pots and pans that needed washing, was not a welcome sight. Hehehe! I was going to leave them but thought that with the Neurotransmitters not playing up so much, I’d best get the things cleaned and sorted straight away. So I did!
Maybe it was the nerves being better, plus my satisfaction with getting caught up with WordPress, but I began a cleaning campaign that Fanny Craddock would have been proud of (Not really, but I got a fair bit done before the fatigue and weariness dawned!) I got the equipment piled in the sink all washed. Then did the handwashing. Then got three bags of waste (three waste-bins you see, front and wet room and kitchen) made up, put them balanced on the three-wheeler, added a couple of jars for the recycling bin, and left it near the door, ready to go.
But I just had to go back and check everything before leaving. I don’t know the right word; if there is one, but the brain was convinced I had missed something, forgotten something or had not done a task that I should have. It took me a while looking around and checking, not easy when you don’t know what you’re searching for in the first place. Not that I was fully assured, but finding nowt untoward, I ventured out to the waste chute and deposited the black bags, then in the elevator down to the lift lobby.
Around to the main lobby, which is still being upgraded, and the new inner door had been moved to the right as you look at the photo. It’s (the lobby) is beginning to look something like now. one tiny thing, people with walking aids or mobility scooters, will no longer have a direct passage out through both doors and will have to manoeuvre a little. I would never have thought of this a year ago, but having a handicap and disablement makes one notice them. A little dark in there, I couldn’t sit to do my crosswords in that lack of light. Not complaining about it at all though, obviously a lot of work still to be done.
I went out and put my sauce and beetroot jars in the alcohol-bottle filled green bin. They do like their plonk here! (♫ Jealousy, ’twas all over my Jealousy! ♫ Hahaha!)
I had a look around on Chestnut Walk, but there was no one to talk with, they probably knew I was coming. Hehe!
I got back up to the hovel, had a wee-wee (A rarity today?) and got my own din-dins started. It was easy-peasy preparing it today.
I rewarmed the cheesy potatoes from those I’d cooked for Josie. Roast onions, beetroot, tasteless Spanish tomatoes, Aduki beans, and frankfurters. Not a super flavoursome dinner, but acceptedly good. Flavour rating of 6.5/10. The tomatoes and rather bland frankfurters let it down.
The Aduki beans, I’d never tried them before, I thought must have been a sort of small kidney beans, but much sweeter. I looked them up, and I was wrong. “The adzuki bean, (Vigna angularis); from azuki (Japanese: アズキ（小豆）); sometimes transliterated as azuki or adzuki), or English red mung bean is an annual vine widely cultivated throughout East Asia for its small bean. The cultivars most familiar in Northeast Asia have a uniform red colour, but white, black, grey, and variously mottled varieties also are known. ‘Well, they were sweet tasting and pleasant enough on my plate!’
Sleep was being demanded by my body and mind. Washed the few things used in making the nosh, and moved the handwashing onto the airers.
I was soon settled down in the recliner. So tired, but sleep was resisting me? I put the TV on and noticed that some Nightmare Kitchen episodes were on in about three hours time. Try as I might I could not nod-off if I had done so, I’d have been bound to wake up later in time for the Kitchen programmes to start, but it didn’t happen, no kip at all. Still, the bonus was I would be able to see the kitchens all the way through. (Huh!) I managed to see the first one up until the commercial break came on… then the sleep came! Tsk!