Tuesday 12th May 2020
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Mai 2020
03:45hrs: I stirred, again with the thoughts of how I am going to get the door to the balcony open. Then the mind moved morosely on, to thoughts of all the bother I am causing over the prescription volunteers to collect them from the chemist, for me. Then the toenails twinged without my moving my feet, and how can I get them cut, to over the thoughts. But not for long! The sudden and urgent need arrived, for a wee-wee! (Which seemed to set the trend for the day. Tsk!)
By the time I arrived the Porcelain Throne was also needed. The principal evacuation was again painful, but happily of short duration. The wee-wee was still taking place when the major evacuation had finished. An FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) variety. Steam emitted from the pan as I stood up? No idea which of the evacuations it came from, though. Hehehe!
I got the cleaning and medicationing of areas in need done, and off to the kitchen.
I scrapped together an assortment of tablets which I thought would not be too harmful to me, there are now no tablets left to pick from at all from the pod ones. The other bits I found in the drawer, were not identifiable, so I put them in the yellow bin. I must remember to ask the blood-nurse if she can take the box with her for proper disposal.
But, circumstances limited the pain from both the knock and the tea! You see, when the liquid hit the leg, by good fortune, it was the right leg, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were not working, and did not send the message of the Accifauxpas to the brain. So, no pain! Silver-lining, you see?
I got on with updating the Monday blog and got it done it in record time. Thanks mainly, to Dizzy Dennis taking a break, and Nicodemus apparently affecting only the leg this morning, showing no interest in the right arm or hand. I’m not moaning about the confusion over this, just damned joyously glad about it!
Sent the email link off, and went on the WordPress reader section. Replied to the comments. And onto TFZer Facebooking for an hour or more.
I had a look at the Coronavirus figures for Nottinghamshire. Finding this comment from Public Health England:
I’m not sure if reducing the isolation yet, is a good idea. Remember the 1918 flu epidemic. But, it must be costing the country an absolute fortune?
I hand-washed a long-sleeve shirt and left it in the bowl in fabric softener. Then off to get the ablutions sorted.
Dizzy Dennis started of again, but not until the ablutionisationing was all done, and I was dressed. Kind of him! I then washed the bath towel and hung it to dry, with the long-sleeved t-shirt above the sink. I must remember to add some fabric softener to the Morrison order later on. But, will I remember to?
Then I made-up some wast
I’ve not been mentioning it, but the wee-weeing had continued so frequently (all of the FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) mode. The orangeness is a shred con
I got the buggy out of the door into the flat’s lobby without too much difficulty. Apart from the pain from the toes, Grumph!
As I opened the lobby door, I was blinded by the sunshine coming through the lift-lobby window. I left the trolley holding the door open and tried my bestest to take a picture of the reflecting sunlight view. But, after trying two or four attempts at getting a shot looking anything like the naked eye saw it, this was the best I could come up with. Shame!
I got myself in a bit of a pickle trying to get the carrier-walker to go through the door, lost my balance a little, and ended up back further inside the flats lobby. Hahaha! If it wasn’t
I hobbled along and getting into the waste-chute room was not a lot easier. But I did it carefully, without any Accifauxpas. You can see in this photo, just how small they have made the chute we have to use. This is because of
I got in the lift cage, and down to the ground floor with the box of recyclables for the caretaker’s room bin.
Stephen was there with another chap, and I was in my element. They could not stop me, although Stutteringly Stephany affected. I admit, chatting away, joking and smiling. By heck, I’ve missed the nattering, blathering, and small-talk, since the lock-down started. I tend to get a little excited when I get the opportunity for soliloquising, or kibitzing, nowadays. Even with the stuttering, I got a few laughs… although, perhaps it might have been because of my stuttering! Hahaha!
I’d not been in and back on the computer for long, and the landline flashed and rang forth.
It was the Vampire Nurse, come to take my blood. Vanessa, the new girl. While she took the blood, I mentioned the none-opening balcony door. Bless her, she had a go at it for me. But no luck. (No luck – that’s something that follows me everywhere lately!)
Another spell on the computer (Between wee-weeing) of about ten minutes and the landline rang and flashed.
It was Dr Vindla. The first time that she’d ever rung me! She wanted to know I was alright for food and prescriptions. I stuttering told her about the prescriptions having to be fetched be volunteers for me. Explained I was having food delivered online. I thought I’d mention the feet causing me some anguish with the leg ulcer returning and the long toenails, causing me to have a few falls recently (which is true). I was told it’s the same for everybody. I almost apologised for mention it. Still, it was nice to stutter to someone. I’ve done well nattering-wise today. Steve and Paul. Then Doctor. Things are looking up.
I moved the bubble wrap bag into the front room. Then got back to the door as the Lady Sarah arrived. She said who she was, and dropped the bag on the floor, and wished me good luck. I made a point of thanking her with Agusto. I didn’t know if she’s be offended if I offered a G & T in thanks. But she was off with more to delivery to others in a flash. Genuine Angel Mark Two today! Thank you, Sarah!
I got some potatoes mixed with cheese and got them in the oven to cook. I’ll finish on the computer in a while, and get the beef pasties in with the spuds and see how it all goes, the spuds I didn’t realise, were for microwaving only when I ordered them. Fingers crossed.
Fair nosh, 7/10 for flavour.
Incidentally, if anyone is interested in making imitation rubies, they could do worse than drain a jar of Asda whole beetroots and use them. Of course, you’ll need to find a way of softening the beetroots before you sell them.
Washed the pots, had a wee-wee and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, recliner.
Amazingly, I was off in the land of nod, within a few minutes. No thought-storms to bother me. (I think they had worn themselves out during the day!)
Getting back to sleep took ages…
Half-asleep, it was Jenny ringing. She kindly told me that Lloyds Chemist, in Sherwood, still deliver prescriptions. (I read they are going to charge, but it’ll be worth it if its a reasonable cost) I’ll have to talk to the surgery to see if the Doctor Vindla can send them to Sherwood. Good of her to think of me. Bless her.
Now the Thought Storms began again. So drifting off again was a long time coming.
Be back in the morning to update, or, if I cannot get to sleep again, later tonight. Int life confusing? Hehehe!
Boob masks are an interesting adaptation of face masks in your first image. I wouldn’t mind seeing some of that while waiting to get into a store. Even the new vampire couldn’t open the door to the balcony. For once it’s not just you but luck is still not on your side. Have I mentioned Cream’s song “Born Under a Bad Sign”? It has a line “If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!” That was considerate of your doctor to call you to tell you that your problems are the same as everyone else’s problems so just suck it up and quit complaining. So besides not having much good luck, you have the bad luck of being like everybody else. That kind of sucks when you think about it. Decent looking meal. That will be right handy if you can get meds delivered again.
With the weight I’ve put on (but not in the legs?) this last month, maybe I should ask for a fitting for some Boob masks, Tim? Haha!
Vanessa confirmed as you noticed, it’s the lock that’s the problem, but with the NCH maintenance team reduced as isolators and a few Coronavirus cases in the team, have decimated numbers. Humph!
I remember looking up Born under abad sign, Tim. But the sound would not play for some reason. The phrase ‘If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!’, you are dead-right about!
The Doctor, gave out to me, a sense that she was filling or ticking a form as she askled questions? I hope they ain’t thinking of Yoofinasia? Hahahaha! You worded it as I should have done, excellently presented, thanks! Explains things much betterer than I did. Nice one, mate!
I might have used too much cheese in the potatoes, Tim. Duodenal Donals is giving me a right bashing this morning as I type. I’ll look up about cheese and diabetes later.
Apparently Lloyds Chemist in Sherwood still deliver, but Marie says they charge, £20 delivery? Oh, dearie me.
Be good, take care, watch em, cuddle the cats and Laurie, and be happy, Sir!