Thursday 5th December 2019
Croatian: Četvrtak, 5. Prosinca 2019. Godine
23:35hrs: I stirred ostensive into ersatz life, calmly, slowly and thoughtfully this Thursday merry morning. The mind was not filled with blasting confusing thoughts, as would it would typically be. There were certain calmnesses and acceptances of something or other that I could not identify. Obviously, the grey-cells must have been active during my sleeping? After a few minutes failing to find what it was I was so relaxed and accepting of, the need for a wee-wee arose.
I removed my free-floating bulbous, wobbly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-grotty beige-coloured recliner. I’d like to add that this was done with minimal hassle from any of the ailments! Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain-Barbara and Harolds Haemorrhoid were all but absent, pain-wise? I know, I couldn’t believe or understand it either! Only Saccades Sandra and an attempted, but self-aborted Neuropathic Drop-Something dance from the neurotransmitter-dying right leg as I moved off gingerly towards the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) hindered my progress. The wee-wee was that of a rarely taken, USBUYWS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Yet-Weak-Sprinkly) mode.
I then moved the handwashing on the airers and became aware of the regular humming and droning noise that surrounds the flats, very off-putting! Into the kitchen to take the medications, and sod-me and poke-me-in-the-belly-and-lose-your-hand, I’d done it again, and missed taking the evening doses! I have without question, turned into a scatterbrain, a ditz, and at the same time seem to have adopted the straights of a distant luftmensh! I took the Warfarin and the Simvastatin, and the morning doses later on with the brew.
Got the computer on and checked the appointments on the Google Calendar.
I plan to go out early this morning and try to get some photographs of Woodthorpe Grange Park, on the way to the Sherwood Health Centre appointment. I hope I don’t get another text message telling me it’s been cancelled when I get there! Although it might be a little dark then around 0700hrs? Mmm?
I’ll have to get back sharpish, to catch the window cleaners as well. Then wait to see when the Iceland delivery arrives. I’ve got the last of the Christmas nibble hand-outs on this delivery; if that isn’t cancelled like it was two weeks ago! Lucky, you cannot call me!
As I began to update yesterday’s blog, the need to divert to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The feeling of trepidation I usually take with me was not needed. This turned out to be an evacuation that went well. Oh, yes! No, I say, No, bleeding from front or rear, minimal pain and a messy-less action! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Cleaned up, and went to make another brew, took the morning medications at the same time. Then back to the computerisationing.
The finger-ends were giving a fair amount of bother, so very many jerky intermittent neurotransmitter-dying prompted mistakes and correctionalisationing activity annoyed me! But I did get it done, so few photos to deal with, with my not getting out-doors again, made the task easier than usual. Saccades Sandra later stopped her eye-jerking, thankfully.
I went on to the WordPress Reader, good stuff on there again. Then to the TFZer Facebooking, this tool a long time, but I enjoyed it so much.
Ablutions time! Well well, well, another decent effort. The usual few dropsies, but the Sock-Glide battle was a complete victory; no bruises, no blood-blisters and no knee-knocking! Fair enough, a couple of small cuts shaving, nowt like serious though. Double-Smug-Mode-Engaged!
It was an almost content old Inchcock, who got his things ready, but a couple of cans of the G&T cans in the trolley, to give the staff at the Health Centre as a Christmas treat. Wrapped up well, remembered his gloves, and set off out, down the elevator, through the lobby and out on to Chestnut Walk, and the bitter unwelcoming cold morning.
I stood for a moment in the terraqueous-free road, and had a look around, taking in the peace and quiet.
But the cold came as well, and this spurred into activity. And I stepped forth, approaching the nowadays, threatening, slippy, trip and slip upperable gravel hill path!
Not a good start, I nearly went over as I got to the other side of the walk, as the front wheel got jammed with leaves. Humph!
I had to take a couple of short breathers, however, I get to the top without further incidents or Accofauxpas!
I decided to take a different route to the Sherwood Health Centre, slightly longer, but there was no rush, I had plenty of time.
As I set off on the footpath towards Mansfield Road, a gentleman perambulist on a bicycle, a keen, fit, athletic young sportsman, good-looking, handsome even, shot by me from the back, at a speed that champion cyclist Denis Mueller-Korenek, would have been proud of! The spunk-faced, ignorant crutch-faced git!
Towards the lower part of the path, I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art at its finest!
I got to the bottom of the walkway, and took this photographicalisation, to mu right, facing towards Daybrook and the North of Nottingham. Not a very good shot, blurry, I’m afraid. I could sense the right leg getting agitated, or rather the nerves in the limb, and prepared myself for a possible Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing session!
Up the hill and over into Sherwood I limped, turning left into Elmswood Gardens, and going down to the Health Centre, and went to the receptionist window to report in. I meant to ask if I could get my hearing aid batteries from here, but forgot all about it! Humph! I signed in and went to the Podiatrist waiting area, and got the crossword book out. I got a few answers to, on the old already-had-several-bashes at puzzles. The lady called me in, and we had a natter while she did my tootsies. I gave her a choice of what to have for a Christmas drinky, and she chose the wine. Obviously, she was a refind lady! I tanked her and called at the reception on the way out, and gave the young lady the can of gin and tonic for her pressie. That cheered her up a bit!
I departed and made my way to the main road and down into Sherwood.
I espied a new to me, anyway, Christmas tree had been put in the ground on the pavement, even from far away it looked a little on the tatty side.
As I got close to it, I realised it was tatty! All bashed about. I wouldn’t be surprised if it weren’t the local yobbery gangs who were responsible! Tut! Or it may have fallen over hence the barriers?
I got some cleaning things from Wilko. Fabric conditioner, fabric freshener and Fragrance booster.
All Wilko brand and the same Ylanf & Fressia scented. Well, I like it!
It was in Wilko, at the check-out, when the anticipated flipping annoying Neuropathic Drop-Something dance routine started! As the leg flailed, I heard a female behind me in the queue I expect, screamed out loud! It must have made her jump! However, it was thankfully short-lived, ferocious while it lasted, mind! The lady on the till came round to see if I was alright, then she packed the things into the bag for me. Bless her. I paid my dues, and then I dropped my gloves on the floor! She came out again and picked them up for me. That was really good of the woman! She even told me to take care, as I left the shop! ♥
No more mock-dancing, as I started the hobble back to the flats.
As I got into the park, another of the nice pavement cyclists came from behind me at speed. I inquired if he had a “#’$cking bell!” But he didn’t hear me. I thought afterwards, he might have had one and rang it? I may not have heard it!
Near the pathway down to the flats, I fell in love with terrier dog. Don’t know why, but she appealed to me.
I turned onto the gravel path top and took this picture of Winwood Heights. The buildings looked quite impressive now that Winwood Court has been finished being built. I considered going up to the roof to photograph the blocked and leaking drains, but I didn’t. Ahem!
I took a last outdoors photo, showing the bottom field and cluster of mixed housing on the hill.
I cleaned the wheels on the trolley best I could with the kitchen towelling I had with me, before going in. And up to the flat.
I got on the computer, and:
So, I started to get the kitchen cleaning again, and the Window cleaners arrived. We had a laugh and giggle while they were working. I handed them some plonk for Christmas, and off they went.
I got on the computer, and:
I was well wee’d off now!
So I went to get the handwashing done, but no time, the Iceland delivery arrived. He told me the intercom down in the outer lobby, had been removed and asked why? Grand chap he was, we had a natter and said our farewells. I got the nosh put away. Then got the black bags done up and taken to the waste chute.
At last, the Liberty-Global-Crap internet came back on. And I got on with updating this post.
Tiredness dawned, so I got the handwashing done, and made the meal. Maple lamb chops, curried baked beans with balsamic vinegar, tomatoes, wholemeal cobs and lemon mousse. An 8/10 for flavour rating.
Got the pots soaking in the sink, and went for a freshen up in the wet room.
The Spider veins, varicose and spider veins, chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), iliac veins, femoral veins, and saphenous veins, along with the maculations and lumps were a little more prominent tonight. Perhaps a build-up of fluid retention, too. I’ll love this self-diagnosing lark. Haha! Probably in my next life, I will become a Doctor, and I’m in training to learn how to cope with the ailments?
Belatedly, I remembered to take the evening medications. At last, after three missed does on the trot.
I got settled in the recliner that brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat robbing while I was in the hospital with the stroke. He was fitting some more clandestine CCTV cameras so he could monitor and know the optimum to phone me, which is when I am about to start eating a meal, fallen asleep, or on the Porcelain Throne. He relieved me of my valuables on the pretence of keeping them safe, gave a lot of the cash to his favourite charities, and I still haven’t got any that might be left, unspent, back yet, after seven months! Still, give him credit, he’s very good at making his own drones, and is a perfect Hustler, as well.
I soon nodded off.