TFZer Angel, Shirley ♥

Wednesday 22nd July 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 22ain Gorffennaf 2020

03:00hrs: I regained semi-consciousness, and stayed there, half-in and hanging half-out of, the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, pondering over the need-to-do things that had instantly started to invade my mind. But they were soon abandoned, by the need, desperate as well, for the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket).

I removed my cumbersomely oversized sagging-stomached body from the recliner, and such was the need for a wee-wee, I hobbled over to the bucket, without using the stick! The leak was of the WTP (Weak-Trickling-Painful) mode. The PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble) took longer to stop than the entire wee-weeing did. Putting Little-Inchy away, my balance failed.

Luckily for me, the four-pronged walking stick was nearby. Which told me why the bucket was so full, I must have had a fair-few nocturnal visits for a wee-wee earlier, although I can’t remember doing so. (Oh, dear, dear, dear)

I somehow managed to get the fullish bucket, and still use the stick to get Whoopsiedangleplop-free, to the kitchenette. Signs of a Smug-Mode developing! 

Where I got the kettle on then washed and sanitised the EOGPB. Washed my hands, and opened the light and view-blocking, letting in rain, new window, the terrible ‘Hum’ was so loud again.

I took a couple of snaps of the morning view with the Nokia camera. No, the Nikon camera!  I used the Aperture Priority setting, they didn’t come out too badly, I thought. The street lights on Winchester Street going down into Sherwood, especially on the bottom one, giving it an eerie appearance.

Made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and did and got the medications out. The Health Checks on the sphygmomanometer showed the SYS had come down a bit! Good!

The chemist forgetting (Again!) to take out the Furesomide tablets from the pods gave me the problem of sorting out which pill was which! I only take the Furesomide (Anti-water-retention) as and when needed, and they are not, in fact, the legs have gone all skinny? Grumph!

Hope I got it right. Still, I mustn’t complain about Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, it’s not forced to be their fault. And, the poor things have all the Corona Virus problems to live with, so I can’t really blame them for trying to kill off the odd old fart who’s become a right nuisance. Glunglegnatsworths!

I was about to start on the updating of the Tuesday blog, and the innards demanded my attention to be directed to the Porcelain Throne, with an imperativeness. I got up, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and waddled my way to the wet-room.

The colon-controlled evacuation started and completed quickly, and more painfully than for a long time. Argh! Hehe! Not messy at all, and, for once the excessively large torpedo clunked into the bowl with a thud! No mess, only the tiniest bit of blood. The after-aroma was not as debilitating as usual. Haha! The incredible thing was that the flush cleared everything away on the first pull! This hasn’t happened for months?

The poor old toes and feet were so painful, I could well have done with not stubbing the toes on the metal leg of the raised seat as I got up and turned around! I think my taking this picture of the plates too close-up, somehow made them paler than they really were, and the black spot on the hallux, came out blue, and the mat came out darker than it really was? I’m confused as to what I really did wrong with this snap. I’ll try again when I do the ablutions.

Not one of my bestest photographs. No problems with it depicting the Howard Hughes toenails, though. Hey-Ho! As Tim Price wittily said in a comment: “Maybe you could use the electric can opener to cut you toenails. Hmm, Chuck that idea, you might open a toe or two in the process“, Hahaha! I do like Tim’s wit and humour; it keeps me going and gives me a laugh!

I cleaned up and got back to the computer. A ‘Determinate-Mode was engaged, and I pressed sedulously on with the updating of Wednesday’s diary. I got things finished at long last. Sent off the links, and checked the emails.

A Convid-19 update had been sent to me. We are not controlling this virus yet. I wonder if an effective vaccine will come through in time, if at all.

I got the urge for a cuppa and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Then got carried away with sorting and readying a couple of black bags of waste, and getting some recyclables into the big white bag. A little bit extra each day, and by the time I’m a 110, I anticipate I should have caught up with 50% the junk needing to be cleared. Demoralising, innit?

I went to wash the tea mug and unthinkingly used the right hand to hold the cup, as I emptied the bowl with the left hand. It took me a while to clean the floor, and dry by belly and legs. Klumperski! 

I started this blog off, finally! After a few hours, I had to stop. Time for the ablutions to be done, as Amazon says that the lens cleaners are arriving today. So, off to the wet room, I trotted. Well, limped!

I took a picture of the pins before taking a shower, the one afterwards. These were both similar to the colour my eyes sore… I mean, saw. Hehehe!

During the ablutioning, I had to take no less than five wee-wees! And they were powerful, no control of them, and actually hurt! Then I remembered! Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store’s cock-up with the tablets was the cause! More worryingly, I now know I took a Furesomide tablet, but have no idea if it was the Codeine or the much-needed Beta-Blocker that I missed! Thank you Carrington Chemist!

The veins were coming up a little, showing through more. Thrombophlebitis and spider veins, mainly. The Clopidogrel-allergy patterning might be coming back, too. I hope it does come back. It’ll make for some artistic arty photographs for me to show-off! Haha!

Where was I? I got lost a bit there, sorry. Ah, the ablutions! Well, they went without too many dropsies, Toothache Thomas was less painful, and no toe-stubbings! (Head sways with pride and swank) I got certain areas medicated, it took me a long time to stop Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, but no other hassle, and dressed. Smug-Mode was now coming on!

Then I got shelling the pod peas for later. I reckon there must have been about twenty peas shot off into the depths of any and all hiding places in the kitchen. There was also about nine peas that I just couldn’t find to retrieve. Ah-well! 

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana (Excellent tasty tea!) and back to the computer. I thought (I do that sometimes, you know!) I’ll check on Morrisons to see when the next delivery slot is available. I got an order in, but late in the day for me, Tsk! For Tuesday 28th July, between 10:00> 1800hrs. Which falls on Tisha B’Av, and the 25-hour fast. Oh, dearie me! Oh, no, that is on the following Thursday. Phew!

They had some stuff they have not had in stock for a while. Of course, whether they still will when the order comes, must be open to question! Still, I ordered some self-raising flour for Jenny, two bags. They had some lemon bleach, fresh-made sweet-potato fritters, Seafood Surami sticks, and raspberry ripple mousse, so I ordered some of them, too! We’ll see what arrives Tuesday, and perhaps have a laugh at the substitutions they make. Humph!

Halfway through doing the fooder order, the intercom sounded. Which I found surprising that I hear, what with ‘Hum’ blazing away, and the drilling from above at the time. A young lady from Amazon was admitted, and I made my way to the door. I found a little parcel and the INR test result letter was sticking in the letterbox.

I took them out, and the young lady arrived and put the parcel with the lens cleaning kit on the floor for me. She kept her distance well, bless her. I thanked her from a distance, not sure if she heard me, she was like grease-lightning. Hehehe!

I took the things through to the front hovel, erm, room, and put them on the towel airer, to take photographs of them.

I had the first proper dizzy of the day. Knocking over the airer as I lunged to grab onto the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner to stop myself going over!

The flat airer has now only got two plastic grippers left for it to use as support! I broke another one! I may have to stop using it, cause it’s a bit dangerous with so little support holding it in position. I may have to see what Amazon is offering price-wise. Tsk!

I opened the two parcels first. The individual lens cleaner pen on the right of the picture is the same make and model as the one I’ve been using. It is an excellent, sturdy, easy to use, tool. The multi-kit one, was cheaper than the single one, so I don’t expect much from it, but it’s a handy stand-bye. The blood test results was a low one again, but fortunately, not low enough to have to go back on the injections. I wouldn’t have minded really; it would have given me an opportunity for more camera practise. Hehe!

It then dawned on, the appointment for the next test, falls on the day as the St Anns Podiatry appointment, to get the toenails cut at the clinic! Oh, dear! So I’ll ring Warden Deans after her lunch break is over, and ask her to ring the Phlebotomy unit and try to get them to do it on Tuesday instead, if possible. Grumblecronkackers! In fact, I might try to myself, I think the lady last time I rang, had a voice that carries, just like Deana’s does. I’ll do it now! Now, where did I write the number down when Nurse Hristina gave it to me (the number!) Ah, gorrit!

I called them, in a queue, got through, what a to-do! I really struggled to hear the lady, very poor line. I think the blood test has been changed to Tuesday. T’was a proper struggle to understand. I felt all uncertain afterwards, oh, dear! I shall ask for help in future, I think the lady was not impressed when Stuttering Stephanie came into the conversation. Feel a right fool now!

I was a bit uptight, and as I was replacing the handset, I had a bit of a wobble… and put my hand out, to stop my going over, and I pressed the Alert-Alarm button! The controller was okay about it when I explained my error. But, I feel uncomfortable about things and uncertain.

I should have asked Jenny to call for me, but I don’t like to bother folks. I’m going to ask her to call a taxi for me though, she said if I need one again to let her know. Not know, she’ll be eating. I must remember to later on! 

I feel, all incongruous, self-conscious, insecure and irritable with myself now.

I need page top graphics, so I went on CorelDraw to make some up. And keep my mind working, away from my embarrassments. I got just one done, and the weariness and dropping eye-lids started! I managed to get a template done for tomorrows diary, though.

All shot to pieces mentally now, and still so irritable with myself. For the forgetfulness, setting the alarm off, being daft enough to think I could make the phone call to the Phlebotomy and expecting to understand all she said to me!

I’ve had enough, so I’ll get the meal prepared, and feast on it!

True to my inabilities to get owt right, I made far too much fodder on the plate! Obviously, I could not eat it all. But what I did eat, tasted marvellous! 8.5/10!

I got the pots washed up, had about my thirtieth wee-wee of the day (Nearly all of them of the VSWAO [Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over]) variety. This told me that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, had achieved there Inchcock-Hating aim to try and kill me off, and I must have taken a Furesomide tablet, and not the Beta-blocker.

If it is possible that I can come back and do a bit of haunting after snuffing it, I hope this chemist is still in business, I’d love to get my own back on them. Just a thought! 

I settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, broken-down, uncomfortable, rusty, rusty, rickety recliner. I put the TV on as an aid to my falling asleep, but it didn’t work.

It was still early, and I lay there, pondering and fretting over my failures of the day, and a message came through on my Nokia mobile. I opened messages and selected the incoming box, and got this message: ‘EEMSS – This message cannot be displayed’.

If anyone can explain to me what or who, is EEMSS, I would appreciate it.

I did a Google search in the morning, but nothing was found relating to mobile phones? I realise my c1980 model mobile may not be able to do much other than receive and make calls, but that suits me. It avoids me getting confused. (I can get into this state, dead-easily you know!) Haha! And with the Peripheral Neuropathy making using the small buttons, more than difficult at times.

With Sweet Morpheus denying me, I got up out of the c1968 recliner, got the stick and took a wee-wee, then woggled my lumpishly shaped torso to the kitchen, to make a brew of Glengettie tea. The sun was going down, the clouds were beautiful, and I decided to fetch the camera to take some shots.

I walked straight into the door frame again with the right shoulder! This started Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley off, I knocked some stuff off of the corner cabinet, it hurt, and I swore! If I had not got up to go to the kitchen, this would have been the first day in months, that I hadn’t walked into anything. A possible record lost, now! Tsk!

I replaced the dislodged items, got the camera, and had to wait a few minutes for things to settle down, as Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were making it difficult for me with loss of touch-senses on my right-hand side. But I was determined to get some pictures of the amazing sky, I don’t know why? I made a sigh! (Poetry now? Hahaha!)

By the time I’d guzzled the mug of tea, the nerve-ends had returned to a working condition, and the sky had not changed, still a wonderful sight.

I returned to the uncomfortable, rickety recliner, and turned off the TV, put the quilt over my eyes and waited for sleep to arrive. It was a long wait!