Monday 23rd December 2019
Hungarian: 2019 December 23, Hétfő
22:30hrs: I stirred, I involuntarily passed wind. Then sneezed, which seemed to move things along in the innards, and found myself suddenly in need of the Porcelain Throne!
With growing urgency, I fumbled to get my onerously overweight oxen-like, but wobbly torso from the recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and limped precariously to the wet room.
After things started moving again, the relief was blessed! The system coped well with the flushing. Then I got on with the cleaning and medicating. I was almost so worn-out afterwards, I felt like going back and getting my head-down again! Humph!
I pressed on getting the updating done. (In between Wee-weeing and making cups of tea, I have a hellish thirst on me today?) I hope this eases, so I can get out. Finalised the blog and sent it off. Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Facebooking on the TFZers next.
The pins (legs) were looking much betterer, and the fluid retention had gone down a lot, too. Double-Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Oh, by the way, there was no toe-stubbing either!
I got all warmly dressed. Checked the flat for anything missed, not done, or done that shouldn’t have been, taps (faucets), lights, oven, heaters etc. and got the three-wheeler walker guide, and off I trundled. I took the black bags to the waste chute on the way out.
The buses arrived, Jean was going to Arnold, but I got on the City-bound L9 and firmly ensconced in the corner side-saddle seat. Got the crossword book out, and was amazed at how many of the unfinished puzzle clues I got en route! So many of the answers I really should have understood earlier, or the first time around. The ride was not relaxing though, this new three-wheeler walker has terrible breaks, (Whoops! Brakes!) and I had to give up the crosswording, to concentrate on stopping the walker from running away or tipping over when the bus went around a corner or up or downhill. And there are a lot of steep hills on the route.
At at least it wasn’t raining. I hobbled down the street into the slab square, where I took a selection of pictures on my way to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate.
The Galloping Horses even had some visitors today.
I could not get onto the Slab area, but I managed to take this long-distance, zoomed-in shot of the skaters on the rink.
I went into the Poundland store, it was hectic, as was expected this time of year of course. I came out with a lot of purchases. The helpful lady was on duty, and despite it being so busy, she put the things through for me. Bless her cotton socks. I moved into a quiet corner, and arranged the bag and carrier, to make them easier to carry with the walker-guide. A lot of stuff, too! Shaving foam, Dettol plain and lavender, four packets of Toffifees (Well, it’s a treat for myself for Christmas! Hehe!), a Pork Farms pork pie for Christmas morning breakfast! ( I don’t know why, but as an ankle-snapper, when it was just me and Dad at home, we had tris every Christmas, well, it saved him cooking, Haha!), Wholemeal sliced buns, Ferrero Roche for a treat for a
I got things sorted and poddled out and along South Parade to the Exchange Walk. I took these shots down towards St Peter’s Church. The flowers smelt nice, and the shoplifters… I mean, shoppers looked a bit happier than of late.
So, out again and up into the Slab Square. Where the Horses ride had at least six people on it, a record methinks?
At the bottom of King/Queen Street, the Ice Mountain ride was doing brisk business. I couldn’t help but stop and watch the kids enjoying themselves.
I p[lodded up to the L9 bus stop. Ray (I think) from the same floor as I live in, in Woodthorpe Court was sat waiting for the bus when I arrived. I greeted him with “Afternoon mate, at least it’s not raining!” For which I received a look of amazement, and ignored, or not heard. He looked tired though, hope he’s alright. He’s also a kipper on bus journeys as I have witnessed before, and on our way back he nodded off a few times. I couldn’t join him in slumber today, the Stirling Moss fan driver, kept me alert and fighting to stay in my side-saddle seat and hang onto the three-wheeler. Haha!
AS the bus pulled up, I checked to see if Roy was awake or not, he was just coming back to life in time for the stop. (We have a lot in common!) I hastened to the flat with Mary, who had got on the bus, said our farewells in the lift. I fumbled with the door lock, and just made it to the WC in time for the start of a pathetical, INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee, that took yonks and probably amounted to a few fluid ounces.
At least there was not much washing up to do. I was doing this when the doorbells chimed out. It was Josie, returning the cutlery and plate from her meal. On being asked, she said she enjoyed the nosh.
Back to the washing up. I then stripped off and put the jammies on, did the handwashing, only a shirt and pair of socks. Got them done, wrung and hung to dry.
Got some nuts to nibble and another mini-bottle of orange juice, and settled in the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and stole. But I did get some back. Less what he thought was a reasonable amount for his petrol and bother in visiting me in hospital and running me about from the care home back to the flats. Oh, and old coins that I had kept in order of dates, half-crowns, florins etc. They are now in the Cash Converters Pawn Shop on Parliament Street, so he says that I can repurchase them if I hurry.
Well, I was so tired now. I decided to get down and watch some Black Adder on DVD. I got through episodes one and two alright, but the drooping eyes started, so I turned off the set, pulled the woolly hat over my eyes and settled to nod off.
I was awoken, I do not know what by, but I had a feeling it was a noise. I lay pondering on whether I should get up to investigate, and the rattling noise, short and sharp came. I assume this is why I woke in the first place. So, I had to get out of the recliner and hobble around checking that it was nothing in the flat that had fallen over or collapsed.
I hate myself!
Even though your accident on the way to the bathroom was a horrible experience, your description of the event was hilarious. Too bad you missed your vampire. I’m surprised you would forget about her coming. Things are getting serious when you forget about your vampire. Great photos of all the per-Christmas activities the locals are participating in. Ice Mountain looks like it would be fun. Interesting double sandwich and beets dinner you prepared.
Cheers, Tim. A close thing again this morning, this and the memory blanks are bothering me a bit. I must get to see the Doctor after the holidays are over. I’ll sned an email today asking for an appointment.
I’m ashamed!
Missing Christina – that ccould be a song title. Haha!
The ice mountain would be better than another bungee-jump. Hehehe! The kids loved it!
The nosh a bit different wasn’t it, Tim. I just had a hunger again.
Hope your not too cold out there, mate.
TTFNski
Toe-stubbing is certainly something I do with remarkable frequency and precision, my mind seems quite content at stubbing the same toes against the most unyielding objects. The same metal casters under the legs of the same bed have quite painfully stubbed the same toes for years now, toes bruised severely each time — so far the selfsame casters do not move a nano inch, the biophysical law of the whoopsiedangleplop methinks. 🙂
Hahaha! I don’t mean to laugh at your picklement, but you put it so amusingly, and it’s like listening to myself. Hehe!
MY most popular spots for stubbings, are the raised metal legs on the WC seat. By far the more used. And two corners of cupboards in the kitchen. I know how dangerous they are, but still self-stub in same places.
A good job we laugh a little aboiut it, Bill.
Laughing at our shared and respective bepicklements has great therapeutic value. According to an incredible apocryphal research study, laughter is 42% more effective at alleviating toe-stubbing discomfort caused by a poorly planned hobble than Phorpain gel. 🙂
Well, put, Bill. (Haha!)
Apocryphally speaking, without question, such studies are internatiionally recognised as being perpendicularity-wise, more pretenious if one is on perphenazine. I think. Maybe. Perhaps?
Hehehe!
Here is a photo from the toe-stubbing scene. There are actually two (2) metallic casters affixed to each leg o’ the bed, fortunately four (4) of the casters are up against the wall, the bruisers are at the foot o’ the bed. 🙂
Bill, I was answering your Christmas comment, (Stubbing photo) got a visit from the Peripheral Neuropathy Nerves, and somehow made the comment it into a Spam! I went in comments, spam and found it, to do this comment, but it didn’t return to the Comments list. Eventually, an hour later, I found it and Approved it again.
I do get in a right Puddlesomeway at times!
I hope it gets through this time.
Comment: Well, Bill, it looks like the perfect Toe-Stubworthy obstacle!
I can almost feel your pain, now! Hahaha!
TTFN.
In my view it’s always the rotten sauce called the news that gives me IBS, since I’ve stopped watching it – zero embarrassments 🙂
I’m with you on that, Sir. I do go on anews site sometmes on the web, but rarely. All the best with the IBS!
Ah, not me someone close by 🙂 but it has a number of other words that fit the acronym, lol.