Sunday 10th May 2020
Kinyarwanda: Ku Cyumweru Tariki ya 10 Gicurasi 2020
03:55hrs: I woke, with frantic thoughts still storming around at random in my sadly confused head. Wind emitting from the rear end, RAI (Rheumatoid-Arthur-Itis) was giving me some electric-shock like stabbing pains in both knees, before I’d even moved my legs!
My morning’s worry-driven fears and thoughts prevailed:
‘Will I be able to get the balcony door lock to open?’ Somewhat rather hopefully: ‘Is the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just down the road from the Lidl store, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, going to let me down once again with the non-delivery of my prescriptions?’ ‘I could sense that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, can I put up with the pain of cleaning and medicating it again?’
All thoughts were abandoned at this stage. To be replaced with the urgent need for me to avoid any embarrassment, and get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Removing my obesely overweight stomached body from the depths of the £300, second-hand, recliner, was achieved without any Accifauxpas, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and hobbled rapidly as I could to the wet room.
I arrived in plenty of time, and the evacuation began within a few seconds of my getting ensconced on the raised disabled toilet seat. Things were painful and still controlled my Constipation Konrad. But blessedly, of short duration. Next-to-no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. I cleaned and medicated the rear-end quarters.
Then the feared task of cleansing and medicating Little Inchies fungal lesion. It never gets any easier or less stingable a job! Changed the PPs, and washed the dandies.
Hobbled off to the kitchen. Got the kettle on. Hunted around and found a couple of tablets to take, not the right ones, of course. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just down the road from the Lidl store, who have failed to delivery my prescription medications again. Gribbaldspiteurgh!
Got the kettle on for the Thompsons Punjana, and got some mushrooms in the crock-pot, to use later o both meals. Salt and the last drop of hickory were added for seasoning.
Made the tea, and off to the computer to get the Saturday blog updated. It was completed in relatively quick time this morning. I offer my thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Shaking Shaun Colin Cramps, and Dizzy Dennis, for all them giving me some respite, most appreciated, if unexpected and confusing to me. Smugishness Mode Assumed!
Added some bits to Pinterest. Then went on TFZ & Winwood Facebooking, spent a somewhat long time here, but I love it. Answered a comment, then went on the WordPress Reader.
Started this post going. Then the need and time for the ablutionalisationing arrived. Off to the wet room, remembering to take the new razors with me. (See? Sometimes I can remember things). Fair enough, these happenings are few and far between, seldom, infrequent, rare, and occur only sporadically, but still! Hehehe! Off to the wet room, back later, I hope.
Another change of mind, en route to the shower room, I decided to get the jammie-bottoms cleaned and left in the bowl to soak while I abluted.
Astronomicalisations! What a proper old-time ablutions session that was, folks. Not a single-cut shaving! Little Inchies fungal lesion temporarily healed, so no bleeding! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were also bloodless! No visits from Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun. Neuropathic Pete’s leg dancing, Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley, or Anne Gyna! I am Gobsmacked, flabbergasted!
Fair enough, there was the usual expected ‘Dropsies’. Toothbrush, toothpaste, razors (3), shaving foam, soap (3), shower-gel (2), Germaloid tube and olive-oil pot. And I did walk into the door frame on the way out. But, no swiping or knocking anything off of the floor cabinets! Overall, it was a great session!
A dash of after-shave, a spray of deodorant, and Phorpain gelled the knees. Olive-oiled the ears, Sprayed the Saccades water in the eyes and cleaned the glasses. Made sure I’d got the right PP’s in the new bag (The last lot of XXL’d kept dropping down!). Got the bath towel on the clothes airer.
Off to the kitchen.
I got the jammie-bottoms all rinsed out, all done, rung and hung above the sink on a coat hanger. No socks to do, I’ve not been wearing any, cause of the overgrown toenails being too painful.
And, of course, not putting socks on and off, has saved me much pain and anguish with the cruelly-designed near-fatal, injury-causing, comically called ‘Easy-Fit’, Juzo, bruise and bleeding injury-causing sock glide.
I made a slow casual start to collecting and collating the food ready for Josies cheesy-potato meal. As got to the stage of just having the potatoes and cheese to mix together, I nipped and told Josie the nosh would be ready in ten minutes, so she’d be aware, and keep her ears out for the bell ringing.
Back to the kitchen and got the spuds done up and served on the plate. Tomatoes, gherkins, cheese discs, silverskin onions, Tuna flakes in brine, the mushrooms, some extra-strong cheddared potatoes with butter and sea salt. choco bar, Limoncello dessert and a can of Gordon’s G&T. Delivered it to her door, and hopes she likes it and enjoys it.
Then got back to the washing up to do. As normal whenever I make cheesy potatoes, I find it best to leave the mixing spoon and forks in a bowl of hot water with washing up liquid and bleach in it – for a few hours, cause the mixture sets like glue in the cutlery. Haha!
I espied some dogs taking their owners for a walk in the bottom field, and took this snap on the right of them. Then, the innards suddenly started to kick-off from nowhere and no apparent reason? The gurgling sound with it was rather louder than usual when things would be brewing for a Porcelain visit?
I thought maybe I’d better have something to eat. So, I demolished what was left of the cheesy potatoes in the bowl, and put the basin to soak with the cutlery.
But the grumbling and rumblings continue unabated. Mmm!
I made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute.
I got on the computer to update this blog. But the innards were now joined by Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis for a treble assault on my health. Tsk!
As I pondered on whether to have a sit-down and watch some TV, this reminded me of the broken headphones. So I went on Amazon to look for a cheap pair. I ordered the cheapest one they had, and a decent set for a fair price, so if… or rather when; I sit on or break the next pair, I can still listen to the radio o
r TV. Oh, and an extension cable. Got the details of the delivery trackers via email. Headphones ETA Monday up to 22:00hrs. Cheapo set headphones, Wednesday 13th up to 21:00hrs. The extension lead due; Thursday 21st May. Ah, well!
I looked up the latest Coronavirus figures, locally, East Midlands. Nottingham is now second-top for Confirmed cases. I wonder what they do when someone actually dies of the disease, are the numbers lowered, because they are no longer confirmed?
Yea, Gods. a sudden, almost instant weariness came over me, and my EQ told me to get sat down and try to rest, sleep if possible. I popped over to Josies to tell her, and ask her not to wake me with returning plates etc. if she doesn’t mind. She mentioned that I’d gone all white and said knock on the door if I needed anything. Thank her.
I returned in the flat and thought I’d better get something to nibble too, to try and settle the stomach, that was kicking-off as well now. I wasn’t up to cooking anything more, but then again was not hungry particularly hungry. I got a paper-plate made up. Last of the decent tomatoes, the mini-Melton Mowbray pork pies from Friday, and a few Marmite rice cakes. I didn’t eat all of the pies, just two. But had I not felt so tired, I might have gone to fetch some more Marmite cakes, they tasted delicious.
I spent several hours, adopting many desperate measures to get to sleep. TV watching, no good I just would not nod-off like I usually would do. Had a go at the crossword book. I think I may have tried counting sheep… only joking, Haha!
Hours later, and no signs of nodding off, I thought I might as well get up and try to get some graphicalisationing done on CorelDraw. Maybe then Sweet Morphious may come.
Sleep didn’t come, although the eyelids were drooping a tad. Humph! But at least I got a few graphics created.
Then I got this blog finished off just before midnight.
04:40hrs: I woke up to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, giving me a right shaking, clouting my elbow on the arm of the chair at the same time. Even the more than ample midriff was wobbling along in unison with Shirley’s beat! 
As I was pushing up the weight of my elephantine torso from the recliner, an extra little shudder from Shirley, had me crash back down into the chair. Hitting my nose of all things, as I twisted to put my arms out, on the edge of the seat’s arm, and missed it! Now that’s something different that I can’t remember having for years, a bleeding nose! (Although, at school, I remember getting given many of them)
As I was starting on today’s diary, the intercom buzzed and flashed. One’s Iceland delivery had arrived. 
The doorbells chimed out again. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on again. Got to the door, knocking over a pot of birdseed en route when I had a wobbly, that spilt out all over the floor! Someone had left me packets of Melton Pies and sausage rolls (Which I dare not eat) on the floor. So, I put the pork pies in the fridge with the others, I’ll never eat them all before the sell-by date, but it was a lovely thought from someone. Then I had to clean up the birdseed in the hallway. 
I perked-up a tad and went to make up another bottle of spring water and orange cordial. To guzzle, hopefully, while I was watching the film. 
A most suitable view from the window was on view.