Monday 6th April 2020
Filipino: Lunes Ika-6 ng Abril 2020
As I endeavoured to free my even-more-grossly weighty stomach and torso from the £300, second-hand recliner, it became apparent that the innards were not suffering from any such incapacitating disabilities as the brain was. The turmoil and sudden pains from the borborygmus-churning stomach, sent me to the wet room, in some haste.
Surely not another frustrating day on the way for me? What a daft question!
Although with the shaking taking place, this meant the message of the injury did not get to the brain, thanks to Nicodemuses Neurotrammitters failure, which at the time was great. Of course, the word will get through later, when I’m not expecting it. Thus it will feel worse then, and it confuses me more!
I wonder if someone would like to write a book about Peripheral Neuropathy? I could help them with some unknown to the Doctor’s effects, hassles, pains, accidents, facts, fears, and emotions involved? No better not ask, not until the Coronavirus is under control anyway. I’m supposing I’ll live through it, and long enough to co-write the book? Perhaps Lynton Cox might be interested? No, maybe not!
Where was I? Oh, yes, I put some TCP ointment on the toe, and enigmatically, I thought too! I put a tissue with the cream on, around the end of the walking stick, and used that to apply it. Cunning eh?
People don’t understand the struggle for everyday existence some old farts (like wot I am) have to go through. Hehehe!
Got the medications taken, tea made and off to the computer to do the updating. Things had calmed down in the nerve-ends failing department, and getting this updating done was soon finished off. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I went on Pinterest. Then the TFZer Facebooking. Next, the WordPress Reader. Then off to get the ablutions tended to. I had a stand-up wash again, cause I feared not hearing the intercom or door chime with the shower running. I left the door open, so I could listen to if anyone arrived. As if anyone would when I wanted them and was ready for them! Tsk! Amazon should be arriving. I’m waiting for the volunteer from Golden Help to ring. Gawd its frustrating! Made even worse when I checked the intercom, I had four missed calls on it! I am pissed-off again! We’ve told everyone about the buzzer on the intercom from the first day, that is is not loud enough, but do they do owt? Sod all! And we have to suffer the consequences. Phooey and Harrumph! I hope I die of starvation and frustration… No, you fool, that won’t bother them! Tsk! Klutz! If I get another stroke, I shan’t bother recovering. The hassle is just too much!
- A handful of dropsies, nothing serious.
- Just the one cut shaving, no pain, easily stopped.
- No more toe stubbings.
- No walking into anything.
- Not knocking anything over.
With a certain amount of trepidation, I began the task of battling the sock-glide, then I chickened out, and put on a pair of short, wide bamboo socks on instead, manually.
I don’t know how long it took me to clean everything up. I launched into a sort of pathetic, sorry-for-myself, and a super-brooding session matured! However, it didn’t last long, I don’t know why, though?
I tried to cheer myself up by doing some graphic creations on CorelDraw. It was going reasonably well, too.
Then an Email notification flashed up on the screen. I compared the new Coronavirus figures (Red) with yesterdays.
Over 6000 more total UK cases. 30 more in Nottingham. UK cases from 41,903 Sunday, today 47,806. Oh, dear!
It’s getting afternoon now. No contact from the phlebotomy nurse (plenty of time yet, though), Amazon, or by McChrystal’s. The Golden Volunteers have not got in touch yet either. I was hoping they would get me the food parcel and have sorted out how I can pay at the Haydn Road shop, but the poor devils are overrun with orders.
So, after today, I’ll be digging into the freezer and cupboards for food. I’m nowhere near out of food. I will not go further into debt, and abuse the help Jenny has given me. Everything is confusing and frustrating at the moment, but it must be for so many others as well! I’ll try to get an order in again somewhere. Hang on a bit…
Never mind, then.
Ah, going through the Amazon tracking orders, and the landline burst and flashed forward. I hoped it would be the Golden Volunteer about the food parcel, but no, it wasn’t.
I had a look outside, to see if the energetic little black dog was out on a walk. He or she wasn’t, but I spotted a chap walking his little black dog.
And then a man and woman walking their three little dogs. I’m afraid they were not keeping to the recommended socialising distance, though.
Naughty Nottinghamians!
Ah, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed out from the doorbells. I really thought that it was either McChrystal’s or Amazon with some food. But No! It was Josie, returning the dinner accoutrements. She appreciated and enjoyed the meal anyway, and that cheered me up.
Put the trays and things away, and back to try again to do some graphics. The phone came to life again.
Aha! It was a lady from Nottingham City Council, about a food parcel. She told me that DG did a food parcel delivery. I embarrassingly said to her that I had looked at their service on the web, but all the box’s had food that I was not allowed in them. I did not trust myself to buy one, because the temptation to eat what I shouldn’t, like brassica, would possibly be too strong. Then I would be in trouble with the Warfarin levels going all over the place again. I can’t remember everything that was agreed on. But again, someone is going to call me about help with the shopping. I’m flummoxed, cause someone was going to do this today; unless it was the lady who called? She asked a lot of questions, and I had Stuttering Stephanie having a go at me. Humph!
I checked on the Amazon trackers one more time. At least I’ve got tea, Marmite, porridge nuts, and eventually, milk on the way.
I got the nosh prepped and served. Braised beef with the vegetables and gravy. The wholemeal bread thins I’d taken out of the freezer, had hard edges all around them. Not nice at all, I binned them. Hey-ho!
I then got the washing up sorted out, and with a tormenting mind, I settled to watch some TV. Anything with subtitles. Can’t even remember what I was staring blankly at, at the Thought-Storms persevered.
Again, it was late by the time I nodded off.
The everyday struggles for old farts to exist are quite monumental. That’s why you need a full-time helper to keep you on track. That was a great looking meal for such a poor rating.
Cheers, Tim. Songwriter and maker extraordinaire!
I keep half-jokingly appealing for someone to adopt me. But, folk are wise enough to ignore me. Hehehe!
With me spilling the onion grave all over while attempting to aim it at the dish, meant that the flavour was well below par. And with it being only tepid, didn’t help much.
Got some fodder of sorts coming from Amazon, including a dirty-great big bag of yoghourt coated cashew nuts. They tell me the orders will be later and not so accurately tracked, with the damned Coronvirus. To be expected.
Cheers, Sir.
Yes, getting decrepit is a pain! I start my day muttering the worst blasphemies over an=d over as I drop this, spill that, and all before I knock over the morning cup of coffee! LOL! (It happened once, and I let out a string of blasphemies that surely settled God’s final judgment of this poor soul – I’m counting, now, on there being no God or final judgment. LOL!)
I think your morning and daily routine is grimer than mine, so I take lessons from you on survival of the vicissitudes of age. I’m working on those blasphemies, either to make them more grim and colorful or to end them all. I don’t care which!
Ah, with you there, Doug, Roger, Wilko and received!
Wish I could help. The nerve-end transmitters are the worst, they come at go off again at their own leisure, all day long! And in the event of a neurotrophic dance from the right leg, it is rare not to end up with am injury of some type, and 50% of the time, I end up going over.
But, I moaneth! Sorry about that.
As if it’s not enough already. I’m out of cash! It’s bugging me, owing to Jenny. But no one can come up with a solution. I was hoping that someone would ring the bank and ask if they could help. But, no!
I’ve had to order stuff from Amazon! You never know when they will arrive for sure nowadays. Not there fault. Still, when I get them, I’ll have biscuits, tea bags, long-life milk, nuts and some Marmite. Hehehe!
Look after yourself, Doug, and give the furries a bit of fuss on my behalf, please.
Cheers..
I like how Polish has a totally different take on alphabets. Don’t know a thing about that language but will let you know if I ever do. 🙂 My regards to Hristina then. But now I just remembered that the Polish city Łódź is pronounced “woodge.” Here you go:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6a/Pl-%C5%82%C3%B3d%C5%BA.ogg
Lang-woodge-es are fun.
Danged if I didn’t mess up the link. Here ’tis:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6a/Pl-%C5%82%C3%B3d%C5%BA.ogg
Having a bit of an accifauxpas there I am, but you can find the intended audio here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C5%81%C3%B3d%C5%BA
I hope 🙂
I shan’t bother, Bill. Too nervous too.
I’m having troubles. People keep sending me clips on messenger. and it will not play them at all, and I get warnings of all sorts from the computer. It does like reading them for some reason. I’ve had audio links before, and it even did it on them. Yey if I find the address and go to it directly, no problem?
Pete thinks I might have a virus or bug whatever from when I got hacked, and it was missed by those Computer Experts who took three weeks to get who cleaned things up afterwards, and charged me more than the computer was worth!.
I read about it though.
Just too complicated for me to grasp. Amazing how languages have developed so differently. Not that I’ve mastered English yet. Hehe!
Hope the clan are doing alright, you keypad dancer included.
Cheers.
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