Inchcock Today – Monday 16th December 2019: Precious, beautiful, Plebotomy nurse Christina called to take my blood today.

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Monday 16th December 2019

Italian: Lunedì 16 Dicembre 2019

01Dec 16

01:05hrs: I woke up, with no signs of any Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun! Just Great! Then I fell asleep again.

01:55hrs: Stirred again, and was soon in need of a wee-wee. Which was a tad disappointing, cause I was hoping to nod-off once more! Tsk! 

WD 128.0.128 The hassle of getting out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, disintegrating, none-working recliner, and the hobble-in-haste to the wet room, hardly seems worth the effort when I got there. The release was of the INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode. Other than finding that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, so I went through the painful process of cleaning, drying, and the nasty bit, of applying the Corticosteroid cream. (I believe I just may have silently uttered something along the lines of, ‘Ouch’ at the time)

WD 128.0.128a But self-righteously, smugly pleased with my bravery, I turned to go to the sink, stubbing my toe against the metal leg of the seat-raiser. (This time I did utter a naughty word!) I washed and made my way to the kitchen and got the kettle on. Moved the handwashing that I cannot recall doing last night (Dizzy Dennis & Shaking Shaun were activating then). Moved them onto the airer, took the medications, and brewed up.

It dawned on me that I had just had a sleep of over six hours! A rarity that! If it had not been for Accifauxpas causing wee-wee being needed, I might have still been sleeping.

The first thing that needed doing was updating yesterday’s post. Which didn’t take long, cause I~ couldn’t remember much at all of the late evening’s activities; if there was any? The photo of the meal on the SD card was news to me. When I mentioned this memory loses to the Physio nurse, she just said, “Yes, it happens to all of us!” Later, I divulged them to the  Doctor. “Yes, it happens when you get older, anything else?” One gets the feeling that one is a nuisance nowadays! I see and hear confirmation of it often.

WD 128.0.128 I went on the WordPress reader first. Then I got the updating finished and posted off. Next, the difficult job of setting up a few templates. This did take a long time because I found I’m made a few cock-ups yesterday in making the graphics in advance, I’d missed a couple of days worth off! So, I had to make them up on CorelDraw. This got me confused as to which they were for, and I virtually had to go through every one to find out. I was rather muddle-headed by the time I’d finished.

1Mon 01Off to the Porcelain Throne. Taking care to avoid any toe-stubbings! The session was quick but messy, and I have to tell you what came into my mind as I eventually flushed the cistern: It’s true, the noise it made did remind me of a DVD film I watched (well, fell asleep to) last week, ‘The School for Scoundrels.’ The noise the car made when first started up, sound almost the same as the flushing of the toilet did this morning! I must remember to mention this to ILC, Obersturmführer, and Catwalk Model Warden Deans later, I’ll say, if I remember to, about the leaking hot water tap as well.

I made a start on this blog, up to here, and went on thee TFZer Facebooking. Another long, fun-time spent.

1Mon02Ablution duties next. I think the pins (legs) looked no worse than yesterday morning. But give ’em time! The dropsies were a little more frequent today. Toothpaste, radio, shaving cream, razors (4), showerhead, carbolic soap (2), flannel (2), towel (3), Sock-glide, and alarm bracelet.

1Mon 01WDP 001 LaWD 128.0.128 When it came to downloading the photo of the legs, I found a bonus picture. It was a taken-by-mistake shot, with the Neurotransmitters playing up a bit. I had to cut off a bit of a certain appendage that had been captured on it and reshaped the photo to a similar size/shape as the others. (Thank heavens I noticed, else the whole internet would have been in hysterics!) I managed to avoid chronic humiliation and being shamefaced here! Phew!

It looks like being another frustrating day indoors again. I dare not even go to report the leaking tap and gurgling water closet to the wardens, for fear of missing the Phlebotomy Nurse, if she is calling or not, I don’t know. I’m getting a lit low now, depressionalistically speaking.

I rang the Phlebotomy Service to find out. My queue position was One – canned music, classical, I was enjoying it. Lady came on, but it was a little dodgy hearing her. I think Christina is calling some time today was the answer. Which is good; if she arrives early enough, the nI can get out for a walk. Taking my shower, the radio (before I dropped it) warned us to expect it to be freezing, well-below zero tonight! Brrr!

10:30hrs: Christina arrived, and soon had my blood taken, she was in a rush, but I managed to give her a nibble to take with her.

I got ready to go out, but the vacillating was rampant. Should I go to the City or Arnold? After more wavering, I opted to go to Arnold. Then I can have a look for a new picker-upperer from the Seacroft Mobility shop. Not that they are very helpful, but needs must. I called in last year, and the woman was all smiles and pleasantries; until she realised I only wanted a picker-upperer and not a £400 mobility Scooter. Then I got the toss of her head towards a wall, and “Over there!”

 I got ready and set out on my mission to find another picker-upper. I took some ashed jars with lids to leave for Warden Julie on the way out.

1Mon03WD 128.0.128 The two lifts were one again. Down and along the link-corridor into Winwood Court and left the jars on a table outside the ILC’s Holding Cell office, as no one was about.

I met with a few fellow Winwoodonians at the bus stop and listened to them chinwagging away. The bus arrived. I got ensconced on the corner side-saddle seat, and got the crossword book out and went through the many unfinished back puzzles. I even got a few more answers done, and was still at it when I looked up and had to move sharpishly not to miss my stop!

1Mon05I went to the mobility shop first, and there was a different lady serving today. A pleasant and helpful gal. She came to me and asked if she could help, I told her what I was after, and she led me to the two types of pickers they had. One of them was the same as the crap I bought last time. I pointed out the failings in them and opted for the other brand. She pointed out that it is collapsable (something else to break, I thought), and it had a retainer clip on it, so it can be attached to my walker. £15 paid, thanked her, stuck the picker-upperer on the trolley, and off I went.

WD 128.0.128 To the Asda store, and what a spending spree I had, happy as a robin with a maggot, I wandered around getting walked into, trod on, shoulder-charged and Tut-tutted at, as I shopped to my little-metal-hearted content. The getting bashed about, insulted, and trolleys attacked, somehow didn’t bother me? I went to the bread section; it was mayhem there. They had no Milk Rolls, well they had two damaged loaves that were stale on offer, split open on the shelf. So, I went to see if they had any of the ready-sliced wholemeal cobs, they did, I got a packet, but had to pay £1.30 for it, no pound shops in Arnold. Hehe!

WD 128.0.128 I found a semi-sheltered corner to keep out of the way in and just stood watching people shopping and shop-lifting, I think. What I saw, reminded me of the old jumble sales we had at the Bridgeway Hall. Folks almost fighting to get to the bargains. Bad language flowed. Kids screamed as their parents woke the child up, as they put a bottle of rum underneath the baby in the pram. Many people were on their mobiles, shouting to their partners how much so-and-so was, and how many they wanted them to buy! A couple drove their cart into a large stack, display of mince pies, knocking them all over the floor. Eventually, I tired of what I was seeing and moved on. As I did so, I spotted some sourdough baguettes on sale and put a couple in the basket.

I cautiously moved to the fresh food departments. I bought some Red Leicester shredded cheese, vine tomatoes, Cox’s apples, a yoghourt, and pack of miniature four-real orange juice bottles. Got to the self-serve counter, and put through the goods and paid up.

1Mon04Then out and off to the Fulton Food store to see if any bargains were on offer. I met with, the names escape me, a sociable couple from the flats, and checked on the bis times with them, to get back home later. Then into the shop, and got some bargains, too many really, how I managed to get everything in the shopper bag and carrier was nothing short of brilliant! Unfortunately, the weight of the carrier bag hanging onto the handle of the trolley meant somewhat risky walking from then on. Keeping my balance was a work of art! I’d bought two large jars of Baxters Baby Beetroots for £1 each. At Asda (Walmart) the small one, was £1.20! At only £1 each, I got black bin liners, Beef pasties, and a large Pork Farms pork pie. Cocktail sausages 60p, three orange biscuits for £1. At the checkout, I saw they were selling Galaxy darker chocolate bars with hazelnuts at 3 for £1. I tried them later, and wish I had bought more of them now, Hehe!)

1Mon08Then I hobbled carefully along to the Butchers shop. They had some delicious looking cooked roast pork. I got three slices, shuddered at the price, and decided that today’s nosh would be wholemeal cobs, lavishly buttered, and loaded with roast pork and tomatoes, with beetroot and a Cox’s apple on the side! Not like me to be so positive? We’ll see.

I made my way along the road, and over and up the side of Asda (Walmart) through the car park to the bus stop.

Where a challenge presented itself. There were dozens of squawking ever moving seagulls flying over the area, and I wanted to snap them with my camera. I was determined to try to impress Cindy and Tim Price, my favourite photographers, with my efforts.

WD 128.0.128 What a farce! I just don’t know how I managed, but I missed the camera-shy birds in every shot, bar two. The bottom ones, then I only got one bird terribly pictured in each one. Every time I looked up, the sky was littered with them, lifted the camera up, and hey-presto, they were gone! I think it would be better for my mental health if I stopped trying to take photographicalisations on any wildlife in future. I just can’t get them anywhere near right nowadays. Humph!

1Mon09Gave up, annoyed at myself and the blooming seagulls! Haha! And took this shot of a more camera-friendly pigeon near the bus shelter. That’s, more my barrow! Hehe!

WD 128.0.128 Caught the bus, and the two neighbours got on. I entertained them with my tales of woe, which made them laugh a little. Shirley (I think that’s her name) told me that Mo was in hospital very poorly. I will call at the ILC Wardens room and ask if any details of where she is are available and visiting allowed when I get back. This lowered my spirits and my flow of wit came to an end.

1Mon09aBack at the flats, I got off the bus last, and a quick hello with those waiting to get on the bus, and to the ILC’s office. But no one in. So I plodded back through the link-corridor to Woodthorpe Court, and got the lift up to the twelfth floor, out, into the flat and dived into the wet room for a sudden and urgent wee-wee.

WDP 02lbWD 128.0.128 A CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) one! Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, so I cleaned things up and very gently applied a schmear of the Corticosteroid cream. Argh! 

Changed PPs, washed and got into the nightwear.

1Mon10I got the food put away, and set about making the cols meal. I got the wholemeal rolls well Anchor-buttered, the folded slices of the delicious, out-of-this-world tasting roast pork on each one. Sliced the tomatoes, and added them with a little salt, and put them on the plate.

1Mon12I heard some very-odd noises from outside, that were not unlike concrete crumbling and falling. Naturally, I had a look outside, but could nothing untoward? I took this snap of the view while the window was open. Then, back to the nosh prepping. With a certain amount of enthusiasm.

1Mon11I sliced some of the Baxters beetroots onto the plate, and used the apple de corer on the Cox’s apple, and got it presented on the tray with a mini-bottle of fresh orange juice, and the last pot of Ski lemon mousse.

It might have been due to the day not having too many cock-ups or the actual taste, but this meal went down a right treat! The flavour rating given was a massive 9.24/10! The roast pork, although needing a mortgage to buy, was so palatable, tasty and ambrosial!

I got the pots washed, and thought about doing the handwashing, but didn’t. Guilt Mode Engaged! I got settled into the death-trap recliner.

While wondering what to watch on the TV. My state of Hypnagogia did not last long for long.

Blissful sleep was swiftly drifted into! ♥

4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Monday 16th December 2019: Precious, beautiful, Plebotomy nurse Christina called to take my blood today.

  1. Is Christina a new vampire? I don’t recall the name of the Polish vampire. I believe the regular vampire is Polish?

    Those four photos stacked together of your attempt to photograph seagulls make one fantastic collage. Even though you didn’t get the gulls, I’m impressed with the resulting photo collage. It’s super. Laurie noticed how good it is also, so you impressed her with your keen eye, as well. You got a good shot of a pigeon, also. You can be very proud of yourself.

    You put together a couple of impressive Dagwood sandwiches. Nice to see the meal got an A flavor rating.

    • Yes, it was Angel from Poland, Tim.They told me last that her was Christine, this week I found out it is Christina. Thank heavens she got here!
      Well thanks for the nice comments, bless Laurie for me, please.
      It’s that need a mortage to buy roast pork, mate Gorgeous! Biut not Bank Manager friendly. Hehehe!

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