Friday 17th January 2020
Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 17mh Faoilleach 2020
00:05hrs: I stirred into mock-life, looked around and saw much evidence of nocturnal-nibbling having been committed, and pondered on my hopes and dreams, fears and worries. Then thought Sod-it. Guilty-Mode Engaged!
– Then, I realised I was half-on the recliner, with the better leg hanging partly-off, and I was sitting on my left hand? After freeing the arm and hand, I found this had given me apaesthesia in the thumb and fingers. So, as I used my appendages to help raise myself out of the £300 second-hand seat, I found that I dropped back into it with a thud – and clouted my right elbow against the arm of the recliner! (Fancy that, I said?)
Personal Thoughts at the time: (were, something along the lines of), “Oh hell, is it going to be yet another day of frustrations with —-/-all going right?” I didn’t want to get up; and had to have a discussion with myself about the situation (Haha!). My EQ butted into the conversation, reminding me that there is nothing I can do to avoid further harassments and mental-turmoil, so I might as well get up and face it, I should be used to it all by now!”
So, I rose, more carefully this time from the chair gained my balance, grabbed the stick, and wandered wobblingly to the kitchen. Wondering what I was doing, who I was, where I was, and in a semi-confused state of mind. (T’was not that bad really, but my imagination took over there, sorry)
It was eight hours too early for me to use the hoover to clean up, I thought, not that I was bothered about it. I got the kettle on, made whar will probably be the highlight of the day, a mug of Glengettie Gold tea! With the chemist leaving without tablets and medications for five days, I nearly forgot to take them. Phwert!
No sooner had I poured out the brew, the demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room I limped, with the stick and picking up the camera on the way, to have a view of the state of the legs this morning. They had regained some colour which was a good thing, but they were yellow!
The evacuation went okay. Sticky-messy, but little pain and no bleeding. So, fate had slipped me a teaser in there? Something to get me feeling optimistic, before the storm, perhaps? Or am I being too pessimistic? Mmm! Ah, well, I did the cleaning up, returned to fetch the now almost cold mug of tea, and got the computer on to update the Thursday blog. Which was far too long and took me five hours to complete. But, it was yet another of those Thursdays. A stomach-in-knots, tenterhook-lingering, in-a-tizzy, frustrating, delirium producing days, that went on and on with its let-downs and failures, until I lost the will to carry on! Hence my attitude when I woke up this morning, I suppose.
It’s the onslaught of the ailments, ticker-change to mechanical, ulcers, arthritis, getting shot, the stroke, old age. Senility and suffering days like the last few etc. that has turned me into the poltroon, nervous confident-less-wreck, misanthrope, worrier and prophet of doom I am today. Hey-Ho! Just thought I’d mention it. I left out losing my memory and mind. Back to the diary, I wandered off there again. Fool!
Despite the best efforts of Mr (overpaid for the skills he hasn’t got) Fries best efforts…
I got the updating finished and posted off to WordPress.Went on TFZer Facebooking. Viewed the WP Reader, and had a wee-wee of record length. No, it was! It began unwillingly and hurtfully dribbled for a couple of seconds, then gained momentum and flowed forcefully for… I don’t know how long, but it felt like five-minutes or more! Ah,-well, it made for a change!
I made brew watched U-Tube while I drank it, with a few orange chocolate digestive bikkies.
The ablutions next. And a jolly decent effort it was too! The dropsies were only about six in total. (The neurotransmitter transmissions to the brain of my synapse nerve contacting, were really the best they have been for days – of course, it didn’t last long, but was much appreciated while it lasted! [Yee-Haa!]) The sock-glide battle was injury-free! The medicating was painless, and the bleeding was to a minimum. It seemed to be going well, all foreign to me, I was a bit worried!
I got the black bags, recycling materials and glass jars sorted for taking down with me. I checked and rechecked, then checked again, to make sure I had left everything safe, and had taken all the things needed for my bus ride to the shopping (And boy, did I do some!) trip to Arnold. I hate this dithering and procrastinating undecidedness, but that’s how it is nowadays!
I opted to get the handwashing done, to avoid the need when I got back from the shopping. My EQ told me (and it was right) that I would be too done-in and shattered to do it then! So, it was done, wrung and hung to dry. A bit like I felt, Hehehe!
Jacket on, keys, bus-pass, cash card, money, crossword book, pen, etc. checked, bags balanced on the trolley-walker and I set off. Putting the bags down the waste-chute, a feeling, a nagging doubt that I had disremembered something, but could not bring it to mind. Very agrannoying!
Down in the lift, plenty of the sprinkler fitters about, I hope the elevators don’t go down again. Out to take the glass jars, to put them with the hundreds of empty alcoholic bottles in the green bin (Touch of jealousy here, Hehe!), and the recycling bag in the big container. The rain started to fall as I went back into the foyer.
Innit marvellous? I’ve been forced to stay indoors for six days, waiting, stewing, impatiently, forever feeling iller as time went by. For the Top Three Pharmacies in Nottingham, The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, 5 days for their overdue delivery of my prescriptions, without my beta-blockers and painkilling Codeine 30g medications, and the first time I can get out – it rains for the first time in six days!
Lucky bugger, I am!
I made my way through the link-passageway into the warmth of Windwood Court, very welcoming having a heated communal place, lovely! Called at the Obergruppenführeresses Wardens interrogation and strip-search room. Haha! We had a natter, and the nibbles and treats were handed out.
As I was leaving, the ‘Something missing or not done’ problem was solved! I realised I had not got my mobile phone or camera with me. Crabs and Grobblecraps! So, back through to Woodthorpe Court. Up the elevator and in the flat, to collect the items forgotten by the senile elderly resident.
Back down the same route in reverse, with a few words of self-condemnation, and thought Winwood into Winchester Court. I noticed through the window that the rain was now a lot worse.
(Well, it would be, of course, I was about to leave to catch the bus! Humph!)
A group of reprobates, no, I mean residents had gathered in the Winchester foyer, keeping dry while waiting for the bus to arrive. I had a great laugh and natter and immediately found myself cheered up. I handed out some nibbles, as the bus arrived. A sort of, a slow-motion stampede of residents, walker-guides and sticks cluttered our way out to the bus shelter. Getting well soaked through before we reached the cover under the plastic shelter, then jostled for a dry spot to stand, Hahaha! The City bus came first, and I got on the Bestwood bound one, with about six fellow-Winwoodonians.
They all got off in Sherwood, and I was the last one left on the bus. Which soon picked up more passengers en route. I got involved in the crosswording en route, with a small degree of success as well. Smug-Mode-Engaged! Along with several others, I got off on High Street and endured the shoulder charging battle to get to the pelican crossing lights first, to get out of the rain quickerer. I got there last, of course.
I hobbled along Front Street in the rain, slowly getting the clothes soaked a little more, and somehow the precipitation had found its way into my left shoe as limped along? Surely this shoe can’t be leaking? It’s only about the third time I’ve worn them from new. Knowing my luck, I wondered why I thought that!
I had the shopping all planned. Savers, check on cleaning things prices, then Boyes next door for over the counter medications if a good price, Germolene etc.. Iceland for the tinned potatoes. Boots for the Co-Codamol, Fulton Foods for a bargain hunt, then Asda for some Lemon Curd yoghourts. That’s the plan anyway!
Saver Store: I got to the Savers store. They had Germolen at £1, A Floella orange and lime disinfectant 99p, Deo fab at 99p and a lemon Loo-Phoo at 89p. At the checkout, I had a Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attack. The lady serving me was patient bless her.
Boyes: A roll of small waste bags £1, Neutrodol spray at £1, Lavender Dettol £2, Foot spray £1, Yardley lemon-scented soap bar £1.25 and a Zoflora lemon disinfectant. I even had a funny turn at there checkout? But far less embarrassing.
I came out and the rain had, lessened to a drizzle. I got in a doorway and spread the load out to even the balance, using a carrier bag, the basket on the trolley, and the bag.
On the way to Iceland, Saccades Sandra forced me to stop for a while until she cleared, so I could see correctly. A bit unnerving. Into the shop, got two tins of the new potatoes, a bag of wholemeal sliced cobs, pork & pickle mini pies and a pack of cooked meat off-cuts.
Now I was struggling to get everything in the available bags etc., so thought I hope that Fulton’s do not have any bargains really, cause I’ll not be able to resist them and be in a right state carrying them, but knowing me. Haha!
Into Boots to the counter and asked for some Co-Codamol. I explained why I needed them, as a safeguard in case the chemist lets me down again. After a five-minute lecture on not taking them for any more than three days and various advice, she let me have a box. £3.79.
Fulton Foods: Oh dear, they had some pull-top opening garden peas. I just had to get some. Tsk! I got some Galaxy darker-milk chocolate, and a 1litre bottle of white vinegar for cleaning.
There were no funnies at the checkout.
I had to do a bit of quick thinking then. The L9 bus was due in twenty-minutes. Asda, across the road, me wanting some Lemon Curd yoghourt, but would I get them in time to catch the bus? I hastened to the store, as the rain got a little more substantial.
Asda: Got inside and straight to the dairy shelves, but could not see any lemon yoghourt whatsoever? No staff around to ask. I decided to leave it. But spotted they had some rather temptingly delicious-looking blood orange dark chocolate bars, so I grabbed one and made my way to the self serve tills. I paid up and shot out as fast as my little, plump, hairy legs would let me! Up the hill to the bus stop. Where, a shoulder charging, a tut-tutting gang of people were shouldering for a position under the shelter to keep out of the rain. I didn’t take part, too risky!
A couple of busses arrived, and this cleared a gap for me under the shelter. And this is where an overgrown old man, nearly cried! Sob! I realised that in my rush not to miss the bus, I’d not collected my change for the orange bar, from the Asda till! Humph! So, I opened the bar and ate some of it! Well, I say some of it… erm… most of it. It was delicious, but me not picking up my change, took the edge off of the flavour a smidge!
When the L9 arrived, late, getting me, the trolley-guide, two bags of shopping and the full-of-foods basket on top, was a work of art, although not quickly done. The highlight of the incident was the laughter it brought from the other passengers! Hahaha! It appears I had accidentally taken some pictures throughout the trip, these are they, that I cannot recall taking: One, possibly in Asda although I can’t remember taking the camera out in there? The other obviously on the bus, maybe in Sherwood when I took the intended one of the rain on the way back?
This one I meant to take. Just before we arrived in Sherwood, just past the hospital on Edwards Lane, it was.
In Sherwood, I expected the bus to pick-up some of the Winwoodonians, but nobody from the flats got on. They must have got home early to avoid the weather? I don’t blame em!
I got off the bus at the flats. My struggle to get the trolley down off of the step of the bus and the lid fell off from my little basket, instigated much hilarity from the other tenants waiting to get on the bus.
Anything to amuse. That’s me. Hehe!
I made straight back to the flat. And, oddly enough, as I struggled to get the trolley through the door, the little grey lid shot off again. I think it might have to go? I detached the wire basket, emptied the trolley bag and got all the things into the kitchen. Got them all stored away, found the receipts and put them near the computer for taking details from in the morning. For I sure was too tired to be up to doing do any computerisationing now.
I put the tablets away, after having a peek at the two-sided advice leaflet: Note please, I said a peek at, they were far too small to read. Harumph! Then I set about making a meal of monumental proportions. I don’t know why I do this? There never a cat-in-hells chance that I could eat it all! Wot a plonka!
I went fro a wash and polish-up. The little hobble had done the legs some good, I think.
I got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Over the next hour, the landline flashed twice. But both times it had stopped before I could get to it. Humph!
But the Arthur Itis knees and Back-Pain-Brenda gave me hardly any bother at all. Some other good benefit, come from the hobble?
I soon nodded of after the second call, and had a long kip!
I fank You!