Monday 11th May 2020
Dutch-Western-Frisian: Maandag 11 Mei 2020
Then there is the balcony door that I cannot unlock for love nor money. I’ll feel such a dumbo if someone comes to unlock it straight away! Which is what I fear may happen.
I got on with making up a template for this blog and got the graphics loaded.
Then a hobble to the Porcelain Throne, and sheer pain, but no bleeding was the result. Constipation Konrad still in control.
At long last, bliss in the form of kip arrived within seconds!
With my forgetfulness, absentmindedness and hypomnesia, I feared that I have just forgotten how to lock the door mechanism? Then again, I genuinely can’t remember ever being shown how to lock and unlock it. I’d never used it before. Bafflement and uncertainty lingered, and the stomach rumbling began, and I made my way to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties.
I found a loose 80g Atorvastin tablet, these are massive, so easy to identify. (Not so easy to take down, though. Hehe!) And one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide (Water retention tablet)? Pot-luck! Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Ramipril, Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just up the road from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet. I took what I’d found, but of course, there was one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide?
Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Pentoxifylline, Furosemide? Bisoprolol-Fumarate?, Atorvastatin, Omeprazole, Ramipril, Peptic Antacid, or Clobetasone cream to take or use. Oh, I hope I’ve not got this all mixed up!
Back on the WordPressing site. Then the reader section. Made another brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Packed up the box if recyclables to go down to the bin later.
Then a third visit to the Throne. Ah, action at last! Long, slow and painful (as is always expected), but no bleeding from anywhere either! Great!
Back on the computer, and this blog.
Warden Deana rang, she’s such a good voice carrying tone on the phone. Asked a few questions, and with Stuttering Stephanie annoying me, I managed to explain about the falls and prescription dilemma. She will call them for me at 09:00hrs, and get back to me. Bless her cotton socks! I forgot to mention the balcony door lock, but it might be best not to yet, you never know, I might get it unlocked, later.
09:30hrs, I went on Coreldraw to do a couple of graphics, then made up a template for tomorrow.
10:35hrs: So, got template done. Then I tended to the ablutionalisationing. I wonder if it can go as well as yesterday’s did? No, hang on, Deana might ring about the chemist call. I’ll have a quick, door open so I may be able to hear the phone ring, stand-up wash. Back in a bit.
Little Inchies fungal lesion was singing a bit, but again, not bleeding! A bit of a disappointing run of luck after the session mind.
I phoned Obersturmbannführeress and Ballet Dancing Champion, Warden Deana. To tell her I was not going to be in for a while, as I had to sort out a big box of recycling material and take it with the glass bottles down to the caretaker’s bins. She mentioned she had not got through to the chemist yet, not answering. Oh, dear, they are so busy. I’m becoming a nuisance again, I fear!
I got the box made up and the bottles in a bag and meandered slowly to the elevator, and down to the bins. Back up to the flat, having only seen one person, and she kept well away from me. Don’t blame her either!
It’s Just as well that Arthur Itis is more concerned with bothering the ankle ulcer area at the moment. I wouldn’t have coped so well if both ailments were having a go at the same location. Hehe! Swings and Roundabouts again!
I bravely, nae, almost courageously, made a grab at the falling receptacle, which put me off-balance, and down I went. Caught the side of my head on the way down. But that was of little consequence, compared the pain as I stubbed my toes and foot in struggling to get up getting. Argh!, comes to mind!
Gingerly, I gently made my way back to the flat. Got in, and dug out some weak pain killers, for the agony from the toes, mainly.
Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.
Back on the computer, but with a little less enthusiasm and conviction now.
The very kind and empathetic lady from Nottingham City Homes rang me. She was doing a check on folks to see if they are coping with getting food and prescriptions. Well, bless her, that set off about Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets! Then I explained about Warden Deana looking into it for me. But the conversation was not easy. I could hear the ladies voice well enough, it was Stuttering Stephanie again. My stop-start, jittery talking, or attempts at talking, must have been frustrating for the lady to listen to. But she was very patient with me, and that meant such a lot. Thank Madam! I added that the food situation is fine at the moment and thanked her again.
Minutes after the lady rang off, Deana rang me back. She had got hold of the chemist for me Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and no tablets!)
Ten-minutes later, the door-bell chimed out. My thoughts almost contained a smear of excitement! Is this the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones to replace the ones I sat on and broke? Deana coming with good news? The blood nurse? Nope!
It was Josie returning her tray, cutlery and plate from her Sunday meal. Ah, well, it was nice to have a chinwag with her. She wanted to give me some chocolate in thanks. I thanked her for the kind thought and reminded her of my diabetes. So I could not accept them. She inquired about how long I had been diagnosed as a diabetic. It’s heartwarming when someone else forgets things too. Hahaha! She’d enjoyed the meal, that perked me up a tad.
Back on the computer, and the mobile rang again. T’was Deana. She’s been in touch with the volunteers. Someone will call for the prescriptions tomorrow. But we need to know what time they will be ready etc., Deana will let me know when she knows.
I got a headache with everything happening at once. Hehehe!
Turned on the oven to pre-heat it. The plan being, to have two cobs, filled with beefburgers with the beans.
ETA approximated at 15:30 > 17:30hrs today. That’s fair enough for me. I just hope that they have the right size jack plug fitted to them, so they will fit in the TV.
I might try mending the old ones with the Gorilla tape.
Mind you, the Gorilla tape is locked in the balcony, with no way of unlocking the door. Gawd, I’m such a lucky person!
I’m getting a bit jaded now. Can’t touch me for it! Hahaha!
I got the burgers in the oven and made up the nosh ASAP.
Ahahaha! The intercom rang, and flashed. Just as well that I was in the hallway at the time. Because I could not hear it sounding at all, the lit-up panel warned me. That’s another thing, I’m getting so low of hearing-aid batteries, I’m not using them all the time, to conserve what I have left. Summat else to fret over brought to mind. Tut-tut! I bet no end of folks are in the same or even worse pickle over and with this flipping being locked-down. Good luck and all the bestest to each one of them!
I left them in the box on the recliner until I’d had a go at the meal. Which was slowly getting colder and colder as I mucked about tackling all the obstacles that presented themselves, obviously, in the Woodthorpe Court based Goblin, Ghosts and Alien plan to stop me eating the beefburger and beans until they were fully heatless! Humph!
Despite the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Courts Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’, I still ate most of the fodder. I left the mini pies and much of the bean mix. Gragglespitgurgle!
I was multi-tasking, as I was washing the pots. Pondering on the easiest way to commit suicide now I can’t get the door lock opened to jump off of the balcony. Wondering if they will ever show the Red Dwarf film again on the telly, so I can try to watch it all the way through without nodding off, and how long will it be before I break, drop or sit on these new headphones? Yes, I think I was getting overtired. Hehehe!
From getting into the £300, second-hand, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, rusty, rickety, recliner, and putting on the headphones, being pleasantly surprised at the simplicity and sound, and waking up in six hours later, there is no memory whatsoever.
Sometimes, I think this is not a bad thing. But I’m not so sure, now I’ve said it?
I know “Little Inchies fungal lesion was singing a bit” should have been “stinging”, but the images that sprang to life in my mind of inchy’s fungal lesion “singing” to you were quite comical. I’ll leave it at that. Although tempting, no parodies out of that one.
No prescription deliveries? That’s a heck of a note. I don’t think you need to worry about suicide, the pharmacy is doing its best to do you in. Good for you facing down Satan and his legion of demons, ghosts, ghouls and paranormal entities to enjoy your dinner.
Are the cheapo headphones decent enough?
Hahaha! Thanks, Tim, I’d not noticed until now. So many errors and corrections to miss. Tsk!
The volunteer lady, Sarah brought them for me today, Tim, an hour ago, spot on when she said she’s arrive. No chance to talk with her, but I made sure had got appreciation and thans message.
The new Vampire Angel (Vanessa) called earlier. She tried to unlock the mysteriouly inlockable balcany door for me, but, no luck. Bless em, I’m having people help me today.
The headphones are fine for me, mate. They are printed as ‘Just for Music’ on the box? Sturdier looking than the old ones, which knowing me, is a good thing.
And they have a 6m of cable. Named as “Hama |”Basic4Music” Over-Ear Stereo Headphones | Black, only £8.75!
I’d better check on the potaotes and pasties in the oven, I think I might have too much again. Ah, well!
TTFNski, Sir. Cheers.
Wonderful you got your meds. At least you know it’s a problem with the lock, and not you, since Vanessa couldn’t get the balcony opened. Nice the headphones are good and sturdy.
Cheers, Sir.
I might ask for a maintenance man to come now, to see the lock. But it was declared on their site that they are cutting back on repair services until they have enough staff back at work. So, it may be a long wait! Hehe!
Hope things are copeableish your end.
A pair of cheapo headphones that not only work well but that are effective soporifics — I hope that they continue to soporificise. A hat trick would be discovering that they prevent somnambulism. And if you ever make it to the other side of the balcony door, the Gorilla tape would net you a spare pair. 🙂
Now if a certain pharmacy near Lidl delivers…
Ah, Bill. My hopes are they last a little or even lot longer than their predesors have done. Meaning I don’t drop them, fall on them, sit on them, or lose them! Hehe!
Being an unbeknowing at the time, noctambulist, a recently aquired habit, I feel the chances of any reductions in the frequency of events, may not be forthcoming. But, you never know in this apartment, anything can happen. (Not necessarily consciously, of course).
I’m losing the plot again, here, Sorry!
Noctambulism, in an apartment where anything can happen, allows any thing to happen any time. The mysterious happenstance in your apartment may occur 24/7, clues that a SherlockHolmeserian may trace through deductions. The game is always afoot!
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Haha! Gotcha! This will be recorded.
Your, Dr Watsonski.