TFZers Linda ♥ & Thomas Living it up!

Monday 6th July 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 6 Luglio 2020

23:30hrs: Woke up in need of a wee-wee, struggled out of the recliner to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), for a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode leak, and believing it to be much later than it was, stayed up. I went to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

I banged my ankle against the cupboard door edge, silently swore and questioned my parentage, and then noticed how different the skyline looked this morning.

I got the kettle on the boil and took four shots of roughly the same view in different modes on the Canon. The second one was nearest to the actual area I was shooting.

Then got the Health Checks done. All the readings looked fine today. (Worrying, Hehe!) The body temperature showed just as ‘Low’ once again. I took the medications and got to the computer to get the updating of the Sunday blog done.

I tried uploading the photos from the SD card to Computer Cameron, but would it have it? I spent ages, unplugging and replugging things, tried the built-in cardholder drive, and eventually, a long time later, when I was beginning to panic a bit by then, the MS Pictures thingy, suddenly read the card. Phewski! I’m expecting further trouble with this next time I take and try to import a photo. Sulk-Mode-Engaged! 

Updated the gallery, and made a template ready for today (this one), and then got on with the updating of Sunday’s blog. Although the best efforts of occasional Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve ends failing, I got the Diary finished and posted within two hours.

Then made a start on this blog. The tummy-ache was still lingering a bit. I’ll need the Throne soon methinks. But its a positive indication that the Macrogol is working, not too much, I pray! Hehe!

I sent the links off, visited the WordPress Reader, then onto Facebooking. Put some washing in the sink bowl to soak, then got the ablutions tended to. And it was a very-copacetic session. Until the very end, but still.

Ablutionalisational Session Report:

• As I went in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Perfect timing, cause the Macrogol had done its job, and the whole evacuation went smoothly, but not painlessly, of course. Not messy, mind!
  
• One nasty event here. Nicodemus’s nerve ends played up as I was using the electric toothbrush, and Toothache Thomas has started hurting such a lot more now! Klunglebogworthiness!
• Nicodemus again caused a few dropsies of the razors. But his best efforts, only produce two tiny-little nicks shaving. Smug-Mode (Temporarily)-Engaged!
• Are you ready for a shock? One, I repeat only ONE dropsy showering! (Mind you, it was the gel bottle, and it landed right on the big right toe!)
• Little-Inchy’s fungal lesion was not bleeding!
  
• Nothing knocked off of the floor cabinet when drying off!
• The medicationalising of the tender areas went fabulously well, and pain-free! (Toothache Thomas is giving me enough! Schluberdubersnarl)
• Getting dressed was one of the easiest for ages! No loss of balance or tumbling over, no banging any body-parts on the doors, Sock Glide, Shower chair, or Arthur Itis had calmed down amazingly!
• My legs, however, were looking almost normal! A bit more meat on them, the Clopidogrel lumps and lesions were hard to find, and the veins were still hidden under the flesh, just like they were yesterday!
• The uncut toenails, the painful, crippling toes, were worse than ever pain-wise. Now they did have Clodiogrel allergy marks on them. Still, it gives them a little character? Hehehe!

I felt a smidge of confidence, an iota of contentment, and pleased as punch at how things went. I even started singing to myself as I went to the kitchen to get the waste bagged sorted out… Oh, dear!

I found I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! So that will be cold until tonight when the heating comes on! Knackwrangles!

I’d left the window open. The kitchenette light on. And had not cleaned and disinfected the grey bucket yet! Spittlisations! So did it.

My mood, although variable since I came back to mock-life, was now as Elvis sang, ♫Way Down!♫.

I was determined not to get feeling all depressed again! I decided I’d get the waste bags sorted out and onto the three-wheeler, to take them to the waste-chute and the white recycling bag down to the caretakers’ room, then go out for a little hobble along Chestnut Walk and take some photographs. See, did you notice that? I made a plan! Haha! I was quite looking forward to it!

I got to the chute-room, without any problems, and got the four small black bags down the waste chute, with ease, no banging into anything or loss of balance. Good stuff!

Getting down the lift was a problem though. We can still, and rightly so, only use one of the elevators, the right-hand side one. So, when you press for a lift, the left one comes down, and the doors open, but I shouldn’t use that one. This means you have to step in and press the ground floor button, then with any luck, as it goes down, I can push for the lift again, and the residents one should arrive. There was a nurse in the left-hand contractors’ cage when it arrived. I smile inanely at her and waited for the elevator to go down, pressed the call button again, and the right one came along.

As the cage got to the ground floor and I stepped out with the trolley, all hell suddenly broke loose! Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and Toothache Thomas kicked off! How I kept my balance, I don’t know, but I was rather pleased with myself for doing so. No injuries or bruises, apart from a twisted knee and the uncut toes hurting.

I limped through to the caretakers’ passage with the big bag of recyclables. One of the chaps took it off of me and deposited it in the big green bin for me. Thanked him, I mentioned that I was going to take a walk along Chestnut, and take some photos. But I was not confident about this.

The plan was to take snaps at the far end behind the flats (one on the right here), then to limp along to the entrance end of Chestnut Walk, and hopefully, to get some interesting pictures taken. As I took this picture, I could sense Dizzy Dennis coming back for a visit.

I turned and took a picture of the resident’s cars at the dead-end, and Dizzy attacked, and I stood still for a while, leaning on the trolley, pretending to me just taking in the view. But the dizzies stayed, and I decided to go back inside and not go on a hobble after-all. Walking bothered the toes anyway.

Once inside, the caretaker opened the door for me, and I, without even thinking, got into the wrong lift, the dedicated contractors left one! This took my mind off of the ailments, but made me feel a fool and guilty at the same time!

I spotted a notice telling us the roof terrace on top of Winwood Court was open, reminding us about social distancing, etc.

I wonder if was can use the walk-through passage to get into Winwood yet?

Back in the flat, I got some water in the saucepans in case I need any hot for anything before the heater comes on in six hours’ time. I foolishly made a hot drink of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea but threw it away. Toothache Thomas would not approve of my drinking anything hot. I also took two extra painkillers.

I reckon there will be three possible outcomes of doing this, well, maybe four. One: I’ll fall asleep (One was a 60g Codeine). Two: I’ll have another stroke. Three: I’ll cut myself and bleed to death. And Four (The best choice): The pain from the toes and toothache will become bearable. Ahh!

I realised I’d forgot to take the glass jars with me! So I limped down with them to the green bin. I knocked on Josie’s door to see how she was going on my way down. She was fine, handed me the cutlery, plate, and tray from her Sunday lunch, said she enjoyed it. I left the tray and things outside my front door and went down to the glass recycling bin. When I got back, I spotted a medicine bottle that I’d also forgot to take. It can wait!

I did some updating on this diary and then went on CorelDraw to do some graphics. I got a couple done.

Then, it happened again! Fortunately, for only a few minutes, and self-corrected itself. (I wish I could do that with myself, Hehe!) .

I turned everything off computer-wise and started the meal preperationing.

A healthy-looking plateful was finally dished up. Tomatoes, Surami sticks, battered fish strips, a few red grapes, and some uneatable, cardboard tasting buttered bread thins (they had to go in the bin). Got nosh served up.

As I was doing the washing of the pots, the evening sun came out, and I took a shot of it. I’m not sure if the white spots are reflections or muck on the camera lens. Dirty lens methinks, though!

After piddling about at cleaning up a bit, I settled to watch some DVD, ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ Christmas Specials. I nodded repeatedly, got to the end of the long DVD, having watched maybe half an hour in total of the three-hour disc.

Took the belated evening medications, I had a wee-wee, and was thinking of putting on the TV but blessedly fell asleep.

The landline rang out and flashed! It was Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be a lot later in the morning, and it might be the afternoon when she arrives to take the blood. I thanked her muchly for letting me know, and I got back down…

I stubbed my toe on a leg of the swivel chair on the way to the recliner. I winced and grimaced, but held back the ‘Argh’s’ and curses. .Silver Lining Search Result: Toothache Thomas had died down a lot (maybe due to the extra painkillers taken?), and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley had stopped altogether!

It took a while to get to sleep. Still, when, despite a little hypnagogia, Sweet Morpheous did arrive, I got in about four uninterrupted hours, along with the odd few minutes here and there earlier, I think it must have added up to six-hours of obliviousness to worries, and it felt good! Excellent!