Thursday 27th February 2020
Haitian Creole: Jedi 27 Fevriye 2020
02:00hrs: I can’t say I woke up, cause I never-not really got any sleep after waking up last night realising I’d missed the dentist appointment again! Boy did I annoy myself with that Accifauxpas! I’ve spent hours cursing myself and feebly trying to thing up some miserable excuse to use. Cause last time I did it, I just told them the truth, which was, “I just got confused and forgot about it”. That (the truth) did not go down well with them at all! Oh, dear and Flungledamnations!
I’m still agrynoyd with myself now! So much, so, I rose, intending to get on the email asap. To send a message of super-cringingly, craving for forgiveness and begging their understanding. But, first things first, I had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Which turned out to be an almost painless, and an easy manoeuvre for me. Until it came to grabbing the walking stick. I foolishly lifted the four-pronger over the chair instead of going around to get at it.
Naturally, Shaking-Shoulder Shirley twitched into life, and I hit my head as I dropped it from the maximum height it went to! I believe I might have muttered, ‘Oh dear!’ or something like that!
However, the hobble to the kitchen used little effort with no pain or hassle, and I got the brew made. But suddenly there was no time for drinkies, the Porcelain Throne alarm rumbled! And a right odd session it was too!
I got there, I thought in plenty of time, but as I began to sit down, things activated of their accord. Talk about lucky, thankfully I didn’t wait before moving in the direction of the wet room as soon as the rumbling began. Else things could have been dodgy and messy! But the day was saved! No extra cleaning up, even the evacuated product came out quickly, and in almost black little tiny sugar cube shaped lumps. Yes, it surprised me as well! So, this is how good-luck feels? Smug-Mode-Engaged! I cleaned the pan then myself.
Back to the kitchen, the tea was cold, so I made another mug of the Punjana tea. I took it with me to the computer, and as I started it, one of those terrible moments when you feel you’ve forgotten something, or not done summat arose. I wonder if there’s a word for this feeling? It wasn’t a panic, but I was worried, nervous about it at the same time. Nowt’s come to light or anything yet.
Still feeling a little low at my cock-up yesterday, the feeling, no, desire to do a self-knocking ode came to me. It had to be satisfied. So, I made one up. The words flowed out with ease, and it was soon finished and being posted off.
Then the grind began! Updating the Wednesday blog. Crikey! It took hours about six hours to get done! The number of photographs to sort and get on, and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley were the main culprits for this wasted time. Shirley had actually stopped a few minutes ago, and she’s left me with an aching, probably bruised, if that is possible, to bruise a shoulder joint! This right one is not getting a lot of peace lately, with Shirley getting frisky so often.
As I was about to go through the comments, the same rumbling and grumbling came from the innards. So, off I went to the wet room again. This evacuation was back to the messy, gooey variety I’m afraid. Much cleaning, freshening and medicating required. A lot more bleeding this time, too? Beats me, why? Then again, me being beaten, is nothing new.
The workmen have been hard at it all morning. Funny how sometimes it does, then the noise doesn’t bother me? It can’t be helped, drilling through the flats concrete is a hell of a job.
Back on the computer, with a fresh mug of tea, of course. I tried to get the comments done again, and the intercom flashed and rang out. I could see a blokes stomach on the monitor an ID badge on his chest, couldn’t understand anything he was saying, but I let him in. It turned out it was a meter reader. This brought out thoughts of British Gas (The French-owned company) reminding me of their overcharging me, lying and telling different stories about the meters and the billing, then took me off of the cheap night-rate back onto a single straight cost. Put the price up, and asked me if I’d like to move to another company??? He went into the electricity cupboard and got the reading and shot off. I noticed that some mail had been delivered, five letters lay on the floor. Everyone a circular!
Back to the comments, although by now, I was getting tired. I’d been taking pictures over the morning from the kitchen window, for a sort of time scale display. Here they are on the right.
The sky is looking amazing now, with its artistically flowing clouds. They are Cirrostratus type, I think.
I nearly went to get some biscuits to nibble, well, shame is I did go and get some. But I limited myself to a pack of three caramelised ones. Well, it’s a start to my upcoming diabetic diet?
Then I got a message on the mobile, looked it up, and it was from the Diabetic place. I have to ring them, on 0121 386 6971. I don’t suppose they were told about my hearing on the phone problems. Hang on, 0121? Isn’t that Birmingham? I looked up the number on the web. It was for Stopdiabetes ‘Ingeous’, so, I rang them.
Don’t know what it cost me, but I had to wait for a Speaking Message that I could not hear the words of. I pressed one and hoped for the best. Then waited for the piped music to stop. Then I got the chap. I was on the line for a good while. Especially with having to ask the man to repeat himself so often. Asked about times, I requested as early as possible and explained my problems with PM appointments. He looked up what was available, and he said an 09:30hrs one is free, at Top Valley. I explained about my problems getting there, my mobility etc. and he left me again to have another look. He’d found Sherwood Community Centre do the lessons, but may not have any free spots, but he will try to find out and let me know, he will ring me later.
I interposed, explaining that if I am out and anyone calls, I cannot hear the mobile in traffic or busy places! He sounded patient enough with me. I asked if possible, a text or email would be better. He was non-committal on that. Telling me, they have auto-phone calls set-up?
He then told me that an educator would be running the 60>90-minute course. “Educator? I could be an educator if you want to be educated on how to cut up and slice a spencer of bacon!” That got him! No sense of humour! Hehehe! He gave me some new telephone numbers for me to ring. Told me if I haven’t heard anything in a week, to ring them back again. Mmm? The Sherwood Community Centre would be fine for me. I could walk it in about 40-50 minutes if necessary. Providing I was up to tackling the climb up passing the tree copse, on the steep gravel path on the hill into the park, down to the main road, and along to the centre, and manage to get over the road without mishap. Fingers crossed that they can fit me in some time!
Back for visit three at the Porcelain Throne. A repeat style of the last one, messy! Very much so! Had a job cleaning and medicating again.
The pins (legs) were looking alright though. I’m certain those long Bamboo socks are helping.
I got some parsnips in a tray, with a quick spray of olive oil to soak-in ready to go in the oven later, and a can of peas in a saucepan.
Then got on the WordPress Reader section.
Then on the TFZer Facebooking.
At last, I could get t
he nosh sorted and served. I was going to treat myself to some chips but managed to resist, and no bread either. This is all so foreign to me, no potatoes, chips or bread? The future is bleak! Haha! The overcooked in the oven parsnips were tasty! Flavour Rating: 7/10, so not bad at all.
Got the pots washed, and had the inspiration to wash the trousers, and let them drip dry on a new hangar over the sink.
I took this evening shot in between washing, wringing and hanging the trousers. I thought it rather pretty with the tiny moon up high.
Remembered the medications a little late on, but no matter, I took them.
I settled in the £300, second-hand, much-abused, c1968, rickety non-working, recliner, and got the TV on. TRying to watch any of the programs between nod-offs, was a mordacious affair. As tired and short of sleep as I was, there was no way I could get to sleep and stay that way, again, like last night. Wake-up – Groan and moan to me… Nod–off, Wake-up – Groan and moan to me… on and on this misery went for hours!
Ah, well! At least the wee-weeing seems to be less intrusive, not a single leak all night!
As made famous by Monte Python. Written by Eric Idle, a genius!
♪ Keep on the bright side of life. De-dum, de-dum…♪
♫ Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don’t grumble, give a whistle
And this’ll help things turn out for the best
And…
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life
If life seems jolly rotten
There’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you’re feeling in the dumps
Don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that’s the thing
Always look on the bright side of life! ♫
_____
May your foibles ferment with frenzied festivities for fun!
I think you could be a one-man Monty Python show. That’s a great song. I love Monty Python. That phone call was pretty much what I would expect. It’s nice they have classes in Sherwood. That will save you some trouble if they have a spot for you. In the words of Marvin the depressed robot, 60 to 90 minutes with an educator “sounds awful!” Marvin is the robot in the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” I think you should get a prescription for Christina and Nurse Nichole to take turns helping you out, making sure you eat right, take all the right meds, go for walks with you, etc. It would make life a lot easier, and much more enjoyable than going to classes on how to become a proper diabetic. At least your meal was colorful and well arranged.
I often wondered if they based the programme on my life, you know. Hehehe! I loved it. It’s an honour for you suggest my being a one-man Monty-Python show!
I’m not happy with them leaving me to remember to ring them back. They have my medical record sent to them, but did they read it? He didn’t know I was hard of hearing, the heart transplant (well, aorta valve), my mobility problems, the Peripheral Neuropathy, the Stroke, Duodenal Donald, Rheumatoid Arthritis etc.! I can imagine it might be a bit like hte After Stroke sessions, Tim. Everyone else there had just had a stroke, and my struggling with the exersices, was greeted with contempt at first, untnil I spoke up and told them. Of course I was the eldest there.
You suggestions for the Angels sounded like you had been viewing my dreams. Spot on!
Once I’m fully trained as a diabeticalisationistic, maybe I can become an Educator? Mind you, that’s if they can fit me in.
The horrendous no-chips, no-bread, no-potatoes meals are still new, wait until I get really wee’d off at them. Haha!
Keeping the veg fresh will be a problem, and as for gettig out each day top buy fresh… Humph!
Taketh care, Sir.
You expected the dude to look through, let alone read, your medical records? Hahahahah! At least you can try to get out for fresh veggies. You will probrably get as much good from the exercise and the veggies.
Expecting him to read my notes: Yes, it was bit purile of me, Tim. I wasn’t thinking properly at the time. Tsk! Hehehe!
Time’s my problem… well, mobility, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades-Sandra, mdical appointments, buses… and few other things. Got out yesterday, (and very wet), but all the veg is now offered in dirty-great prepacked sizes. There is a greengrocers on Mapperley Top that still sells loose veg. Getting there and back costs me a full day though.
All problems innit? Haha!
Never mind, Silver popped into a dream last night, we were flying in the night sky is all I can remember, we were racing each other to get somewhere I think?
TTFNski, Tim.
That’s nice of Silver to race through the skies with you.
Yes, we were talking, and Silver had an AMerican accent, I remember that! Hehe! High, Ho, Silver!
Haha!
TTFNski, Sir.
“High Ho Silver” was the name our cat dealer gave him. We shortened it to Silver. He looks like a Russian Blue, but he definitely has an American accent, with a bit of a Texas twang to it.
I can confirm that that, Tim.
And an excellent companion for flying in nocturnally!
Hehe!
My vastly more significant-than-I significant other, Lisa, has paradoxical reactions to a very long list of pharmaceuticals — as well as an equally long list of unexpected allergies. But she is resilient, persistent, and very well versed on the certainty of the unexpected. Speaking of “Versed” (a commonly prescribed sedative used in many medical procedures), that stuff brings a paradoxical outcome: heightened alertness to the pain and the unkindest cuts. A unique in all other ways as well — including great kindness and patience with the likes of me. 🙂
Ah, there lies a lady with courage, and sensitivity, Sir. But you know that of course.
If I remember rightly, the Doctor once told me that some sedatives produce the paradoxical effect.
You lucky devil!
Thanks, to Lisa for looking after you at the same time as suffering. She sounds a positive Gem!
Cheers, mate.
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“Thanks, to Lisa for looking after you at the same time as suffering.” brought a grand guffaw from Lisa.
She has already been enjoying many an excerpt that I share from Inchcock Today — particularly the ones that compliment). It’s something I learned about her back in 1993 when we met on an early online computer bulletin board (1200 baud dial-in service sponsored by the local telephone company here). I printed out our correspondence on a dot-matrix printer and saved them — because I have always been a sentimental fool — am an *old* sentimental fool now (hahaha). Some years ago, I gathered them together in a 3-ring binder and presented this as a birthday gift. A lovely bit of synchronicity revealed that our lives have weaved in a way that I shall write about in a future account (real soon now?)
When she was in the hospital for many months from a botched surgery (not recognized since her paradoxical curiosities include an unusually low body temperature. The surgeon would not follow up on a worsening condition of infection because her vitals indicated otherwise. The condition was ignored until it festered and made her abdominal wall go necrotic. This event occurred in 2004 — the very day that George W. was re-elected, making it a domestic as well as an internationally foul and fell day (personally and politically IMO — the worst President ever: until Trump handily made him *only* the “second worst.” I nearly died in 1978 from a Crohn’s-related fistula that permitted intestinal contents to drop into my bladder. Interestingly, a fistula is a kind of tunnel. A tube inserted into Lisa’s abdomen drains lymph fluid via something called a “tunnel drain” (another kind of tunnel, of course) into an external bag. I had a colostomy (external bag) for 18 years before surgery to reconnect to the colon was successful…
Worra tale, mate!
And you both still got t hrough it all! ‘Well done’ comes to mind!
You put, ‘Life with the Lyons’ (Ben Lyon and Bebe Daniels with their children Barbara and Richard), to shame! Remember it, Bill?
Worra tale indeed, cocker!
Should she survive this latest debacle, Lisa is planning to become a spokesperson for patients who suffer under false diagnoses. Doctors have a strong tendency to dismiss paradoxical reactions as flights of fancy, they go by the flowchart and send you home with a medication that may be perfectly efficacious for 98% of the patient population. In other words: I am the doctor, what do you know? A ten-pound box of medical records notwithstanding. The cure is toxic if you do not stand up to them, fortunately Lisa has those qualities of persistence and resilience. Thank you so kindly for the ‘Well done’ we both very much appreciate your innate kindness — a true rarity, as you already know well.
‘Life with the Lyons’ is one I’ve missed out on, but I bet that Google could find an episode or two. Actually though, back in the 1950s I watched programs that were subsequently lost. If you missed them, they are not to be found. Mr. Peepers (starring Wally Cox) was one such show. Early episodes at least, as I understand. But what do I know? So I asked Mr. Googlers:
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0044279/
🙂 🙂
Danged if I didn’t send the wrong link. Here ’tis:
https://filmthreat.com/uncategorized/mr-peepers-dvd/