02:25hrs: Woke up wanting a wee-wee. wrenched my mass from the wickedly uncomfortable recliner, and wearily walked wobblingly to the wet-room and wee’d. (Another day of repeated PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), and AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble, wee-weeing).
Waddled to the kitchen. When I turned the light on, Saccades Sandra was so annoyed at the flashing and blinking marathon that followed, until the tube actually lit up properly. This brought on Dizzy Dennis as well! Grumblecronkackers!
I a sort of slow motion, I got the Health-Checks carried out. The SYS had shot up again. Took the morning medications and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. By the time this was all done, Saccades-Sandra and Dizzy Dennis had both calmed down. Earhole temperature, 33.4°c.
I dropped the wooden stirrer, got the long picker-upperer to retrieve it, and noticed that the legs looked exactly (to me, anyway) like they did yesterday morning.
As I stood upright, the innards gurgled and spouted-forth with some rumbling, churning, and short stabs of mild pain? I anticipated that a rush to the Porcelain Throne would soon be needed. But, no! Not yet.
I found this mystery photo on the card?
Ah, blooming heck, I think I can feel a new boil on my bum! Just thought I’d mention it, like!
Computer Cameron booted up, and a template made. I updated the Saturday Inchcock and got the link sent off. Pinterested some snaps, and then replied to a comment or two. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Facebooking next. The ailments were in a good mood with me now, although Dizzy Dennis shows signs of being interested or planning to attack. Hehehe!
Ablutions next, fingers crossed.
Porcelain Throne usage was required, another agonistical session.
Teeth brushing went okay.
Shaving excellent, only one nick!
Overall, only four dropsies!
Dizzy Dennis attacked, but not too bad at all!
Overbalanced getting the PPs on, elbow clouted.
Not knocking anything off of the shelves. (Smug-Moded-Engaged!)
The pins and plates looked like they are going to burst out with some Clopidogrel allergy blotches, lumps, and welts again soon. The Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis, Spider veins, Thrombophlebitis swelling, and the maculations could be returning as well.
I checked the availability of the ingredients for making Josie’s meal. Made up a couple of small black waste bags. Then made a brew and took a photo of the late morning view. No sunshine, but it did show through occasionally.
Here is a photo of my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete, who searched my flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and took all my cash and valuables. He could not resist the playing about with the recliner controls either! Now the chair longer works! Hehehe! True! Now the lads having to have Radiology Treatment for his Cancer, and he sent me this photo of his lost hair each time he has a shower! He’s keeping his sense of humour, I’m proud of him for that. Keep your chin up. Pete! It’ll be easier than it is for me, I’ve got three-chins to keep up! Hahaha!
I got Josies’ mushrooms and peas heating slowly in the pan.
Bit of a memory blank here. I recall delivering the meal to Josie. The next thing was sitting down, feeling a little queasy. Then I sort of came around and was serving up my plate?
I had a photo of this on the SD card.
Then, waking up a few hours later. TV on, nocturnal nibbling signs around, and a nearly full OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and with a fissiparousness of mind storming.
03:30hrs: I came to my limited warped senses, with only one aim, that was to get to the Porcelain Throne, pronto! I extracted my wobbly, overly-bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, caught my balance, grabbed Metal Mickey. Then I proceeded to do a slow-motion imitation of a John Cleese walk, desperate to hold back any anticipated escapages en route to the wet-room! I thought I’d succeeded!
I whipped down the PPs and got settled down sharpishly on the raised seat, There followed one of the most horrendous evacuations I’ve ever had. Sadly!
The painful motion began of its own accord, the grindingly slow, pleonastic event went on and on… Argh! After what felt like an hour or so, (but was only a few minutes), the final push I had to make to encourage things along, was agony, but necessary. A few seconds to recover, and I stood up gingerly and found that much blood had flowed, in amongst the pebble-like evacuated product. And paradoxically, during the mass evacuation, I took no less than three wee-wees! But worse of all, some of the pebbles were on the floor around where I stood! So all my best efforts to avoid this happening came to nothing!
A good clean up, medicationing, and antisepticalisationing took place. During which, I caught Metal Mickey with my foot, and he came down straight onto my left foot toes! I was worried about the noise the calamity had made, hope it didn’t bother anyone!
Of course, I wasn’t bothered at all. I took it nonchalantly and in my stride. Pain means nothing to me, Ahem! However, the embarrassment flowed thickly!
I hobbled to the kitchenette, and needed another wee-wee! I can’t keep mention this, but it kept on all morning, every wee was of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painless) type, and, peculiarly, with no pre or after Micturition dribbling. Not a good start to the day, but my EQ insisted things will improve, that’ll do me if he’s right!
I took a snap of the morning view, then got the kettle on the boil, and retrieved the BP sphygmomanometer from the third-down medical drawer.
The Sys is still a bit high, and the pulse rate was up – this is possibly due to the nightmare evacuation farce on the Throne, and all the upset of the proceedings, methinks?
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and took the medications. Then off to Computer Cameron, and made up a template. Then updated the Friday Inchcock, which, after the horrendous start to the day, went almost smoothly. Oh, Yes! The ailments were all, apart from Toothache Terence and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, being kind to me! A long job, but I completed it in record time. Smug-Mode-Utilised!
As I got up to go for yet another SSP wee-wee. Coming back, I spotted the card posted Thursday, had dropped between the chairs. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved, and opened it. It was from Warden Deana, bless her.
I got the blog sent off to WordPress, Pinterested some photos from it, and made a start on this post.
After an hour or two, and many wee-wees, I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjabi. I got some new potatoes in the crockpot, to marinate, with sea salt, and some fish vinegar for a while, I’ll put the hear on later.
Took the tea, and returned to Computer Cameron, but not for long, Toothache Terence was starting his searing with pain again, so back to the kitchen for an extra Codeine.
I visited Facebook and read and posted some stuff. Then went on the WordPress Reader section. Time’s flown, I’d better get the ablutions done. Back in a bit…
I’m back! Not as easy a session as yesterday, but that was a miraculously damage-fee special one-off session. Back to a closer to the norm performance today. Hehehe!
ABLUTIONALISATIONING SESSION REPORT
–– etc. And then ––! Tsk!
On arriving in the wet room, the need for another Porcelain Session came. And a painful one it was! But far easier than the first one all the same.
Oh, dearie me! The cistern was not coping with removing the waste product! I had the lid off and kept flushing and refilling via a jug from the sink. I poked in the inlet pipe, and found it part-blocked with the toilet block seals? I gave up after that, I’ll have another go later on. Gragnangles!
Too early to use the shower, too noisy. So I cleaned and medicated my lower regions, but gave up trying to stop Harold’s Haemorrhoids from bleeding, I’ll try after having the stand-up wash. When I can concentrate easier. Flagtoggles!
Pickleglobknobs! The teeth cleaning was a nightmare, well, morningmare, bleeding gums, agony from the toothache, and four dropsies of the paste and brush!
The one job, shaving, did frit me a tad. Yet it went so well, only twp dropsies of the razors, and one of the foam spray. And, only one tiny cut above ear-hole. It always amazes me, why does my hair grow around and in the earholes, but nowhere else? Just a thought. Confusionableitis!
Cleaning around the rear end caused a few stings from the furuncles and piles. Ohh-oh-ho!
The dreaded medicationalising, was as to be expected, hurtful! Hahaha!
When it came to putting on the fresh PP’s, I lost my balance a smidge, I didn’t go over though. Instead, I put my hand out on the floor cabinet to stop myself toppling. Thus clearing just about everything you can see in this photograph! Grobbleknangles!
Note the screws up Haemorrhoidcream tub? When picking things up, I dropped that one three times! On the third effort, it bounced off of the raised seat, on to the wall, and rebounded landing behind the pipework! Grigglebogsblowit! Took me a lot of effort to reach it with the short picker-upperer (Donated to me by Jenny, Bless her ♥), and I had to knock the cartilage damaged finger getting it!
Then I had a bash at freeing the waste product. More flushes, and prodding in the hole. It’s still not all gone, but I’d had lost heart and felt atrabilious. I left it, to try yet again later on.
The feet and legs, as with the rest of the body, was really anæmic looking. Ghostly, infirm, peaky! A few new blotches. Silver-Lining-Search-Result: However, the ankle ulcer continues to slowly fade away.
I got some trousers and my slippers on, and off to the kitchen. The morning was breaking, at last.
I got the kettle on for a mug of Thompsons Punjana.
Set the heat on the crockpot, and put some mushrooms in the saucepan, with some sea salt and balsamic vinegar.
Ah, Herbert’s at his model making again, I reckon. No drilling and hammering this time, just the odd tap-knock and clunk. No problem at the moment.
I had a look at the many emails awaiting my attention. Busy looking time coming up for next week.
The wee-weeing is still coming at a steady rate of knots, about eleven or more so far, I reckon.
I had a perusal of the Nottingham Local E-magazine. To find some of the latest Coronavirus figures available. It took a while, but I managed to get these articles found, that does not look too good.
The cunning way in which they have changed the central figure from total to just new cases make it look far less to worry about.
Yesterday’s figure: Four new infections were recorded in Nottingham – bringing its total up to 1,337. Across the wider county, there have now been 3,366 positive tests confirmed since the start of the pandemic. This is an increase of 10 since yesterday, with Broxtowe recording the highest number of new cases (three) in the last 24 hours. However, there were no new cases reported in either Mansfield or Ashfield, while Bassetlaw, Gedling, and Rushcliffe all recorded two new cases.
I had a look at the leeks, mushrooms, and new potatoes cooking progress. Coming along nicely. Then I went on to create a funny ode on WordPress. Well, that was the plan… but the Prescriptions arrived, Deepak himself delivered them, bless his cotton socks. I thanked him and gave him a bag of goodies for the staff.
I turned off the computer and placed the medicinal items in the kitchen, and got on with making the meal. Another goodish effort and I gave it 7/10 for a Flavour-Rating.
Consumed it with relish, and got the pots washed. The fatigue and weariness dawned on me as I sat down, but would Sweet Morpheus arrive? No!
Put the TV on, in the hopes, this might help. But, no! The danged Thought-Storms began! Confusion, aporias, and incongruities flourished! They produced a sort of habrobaniacal state of mind! Claptickleisations!
00:05hrs. I stirred, strangely I was feeling in somewhat semi-refreshed. I passed wind proliferously, noted that I’d had five wonderful hours of slumber, and unbroken for wee-wees. The ailments all seemed to be on holiday, or strike.
(Not regular this, but very welcome, it’s just a little bit sort of nervous-making when summat goes well for me). Hehe!
I removed my preposterously flabby and bulging-bellied body from the £300, c1968, second-hand, uncomfortable, sickeningly beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Got on my feet, grabbed Metal-Mickey (four-pronged-walking-stick), caught my balance, glasses on, (no hearing aids again, I must try again to get some batteries), and hobbled off for a wee-wee. All with relative ease. No shakes, dizzies, or leg dancing! And the evacuation of the urine was of the PBOCAN (Painless-But-Orange-Coloured-Almost-Normal) variety. I’m getting even more worried now, Haha!
Even more good fortune when I did the Health Checks. (The adoption of a Smug-Mode was considered, but rejected, I don’t want to push my luck, Hehe!) The SYS that was so high yesterday had gone down a fair bit, to 153. The DIA and Pulse were the same as on Thursday.
The medications were imbibed, along with last night’s, that I had somehow forgotten to take. (That’s more like my usual traits!)
The stick-thermometer gave forth a low reading of only 33.3°c. It’s not been this low before?
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on Computer Cameron, well, switch it on, and then made up a WordPress template for tomorrow. Next, I uploaded the photographs needed to finalise the Thursday Inchcock Today.
I’d no sooner started, and SSS (Shudddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. This extended the time it took to get the updating finished, and left me with an aching shoulder joint!
But really, I think the real blame for SSS’s antics, was Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing. As the nerve-ends try to make contact with the brain. And they can’t because of the dying distal end of the axon of a nerve fibre has terminated. You can tell I’ve been looking things up on Google again, can’t you? Hehehe!) Owt to make myself sound cleverer! Hehehe!
I persevered and got the dairy updating done. (A hard, painful, frustrating slog, but still) Then I posted the link on Facebook, added some photographs. WP comments answered, and Pinterested picture. Then, off to make a brew.
Kettle on, and tried to get a decent picture of the morning view. I used the Night Panorama option on the Nikon camera selector this time. I was well-pleased with the resulting snap. Very close to how things looked to the eyes. (Swank-Mode-Adopted!)
Made the mug of Thompsons Punjana, and poddled back to Cameron. I viewed the WordPress Reader section. Then tried again to get some graphics done for the Inchcock Today headers.
Sister Jane rang me, sang ‘Happy Birthday to You’, and we had mutual moaning chinwag with the odd laugh creeping in. Hahaha!
Ablutions next: Status of Ablutionalisation Session Results: 8/10 – Great! No-bother with the teeth cleaning (I was meticulous). Shaving: Only once nick and two dropsies! Shower: Four dropsies, but no dizzies, knocking into anything or showerhead dropping!
Medicationalisationing: The furuncles and Harold’s Haemorrhoids creaming, was a little delicate, otherwise, plain sailing! The feet were looking okay, but anaemic!
Amazing how different the ablutioning sessions can be! One of the best this year!
I exited the wet room and found a letter on the floor delivered. On closer inspection, I found it was for a Mr B. Plant. So, that’s a parcel and letter this week wrongly delivered. Hey-ho! I’ll take it down to the office in a bit.
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and made-up an Iceland order for Monday, 09:00>10:00hrs.
I got the black bag made up, to put down the waste chute on the way out, camera in my jacket pocket, and letter in the trolley, and off I poddled! Down in the lift to the ground floor. I noticed that I’d taken the black bag down with me, forgetting to take it to the chute, Tsk! I left it near the recycling bin to collect on my way back from the office.
The nub-ends that I picked up with my picker-upper last week were accumulating again on the grass and pathway. The drizzle looked as if it was trying to come again.
Regarding the black bag; I can’t understand it, you know. How a man such as myself, keen and alert, youthful, dynamic, with such a reliable memory, could have forgotten to do something. Humph!
I hobbled casually along Chestnut Walk, to drop the letter off at the Interrogation office. Seeing the Emergency Ambulance outside Winwood Court, was a little sad. Deana was busy on the phone, so I dropped the wrongly delivered letter on a desk.
I took a photographicalisation of the end of Winwood and Winchester Courts. I waved to a couple of tenants, who were coming back from the bus stop. But there were precious few bodies about for a chin-wag, just a few exchanges and pleasant words can do so much for one’s morale.
The fine drizzle was beginning to fall, so I didn’t go any further, and I made my way back to Woodthorpe Court. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, these energumenist to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, and pants off of the old fart Inchcock’. Just thought I’d mention it, like. I made it back into the flats in time to miss the rain. (More good-luck! Mmm?)
As I got in the foyer, I remembered the black bag I’d left outside near the bins, so I popped out to get wet in the rain and collected it. Put it on the trolley, and made my way up to the twelfth floor.
I popped the small bag into the waste-chute, and trapped my flipping osteoarthritis finger knuckle in the metal cover retrieving my limb! Then caught my ankle on the three-wheeler as I reversed out of the room… again!
It could have been any digit I trapped, but it had to be this one! Cribblesboganagonies
But of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. Oh, yes, indeed! I’m made of sterner stuff than to whinge, whine, whimper, or wail at such trivialities. The bleeding should be easy enough to stop. Also no cursing, either!
I got the trolley in through the doorway without any damage or injuries, and I got the kettle on. I’d have put some pain gel on the ankle, but despite my best efforts with Phorpain gelled kitchen towels and the picker-upper being utilised, I ended up with most of the medication on my toes, legs, clothes, and the carpet! Sad, innit? I got the gel on the little finger without any hassle!
I seasoned the potatoes in the crock-pot and turned it to the highest setting.
I got on with creating a graphic again, but I’d had only got one done when Saccades Sandra kicked-off at me! I left the screen, and put the computer into sleep mode, and had a little meander around the flat.
Not easy with only 3 rooms and wet-room to choose from. Hahaha!
I ended up opening on the balcony and opened a window to get some fresh air and take a shot of the end car park. I took the picture, then had to come back in the flat to get the towel to dry myself off. What a nebech! Hehe!
I snapped the next photograph through the closed, left-hand window. The rain was persistent, but not too much wind with it, mind you.
The clouds looked threatening.
When it came time to close the open window, I took extreme care in doing so—many better men than I have had fingers bruised, blood-spotted, and cut, since their installation. I heard of one lady, who had the window fall out and hit her! But that’s being kept quiet, naturally.
I went to check on the spuds, all but ready-cooked now. I’ll have a bash at another TFZer graphic, and close down, get some nosh. So, on I go to CorelDrawing again. Got another illustration done, and then served up the dinner.
An excellent flavour today, I’m so glad I put the fish sauce in the potatoes, it suited this phagomaniac down to the ground. It was savoured and digested with great deglutition. Leaving a well satisfied, almost smug mood lingering within. 9.2/10!
The weariness and fatigue arrived while I was doing the washing up. I got the evening medications taken, had a wash, and got down in the recliner. I put the TV on, to watch a Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmare, not sure if it had started when I drifted off. Zzz!
00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten!
But what was the expergefactor of my body and mind being so suddenly disturbed? I lay a second or two, waiting for the pain to reduce from the rear end, and listened intently for any noise, there was none. Well, the ‘Hum’ of course was present! I gingerly removed my abdominous, protuberant, jelly-like-bellied, beyond-its-sell-by-date, welmish body-mass from the rebarbative £300, c1968, second-hand, stomach-churningly beige-coloured rickety recliner. Metal Mickey in hand, I had a hobble around, hoping to find the cause of my sudden midnight return into semi-consciousness. No reasons, signs, or indications were found.
I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 84.3°c. I use the Canon camera to take this shot of the morning view, not a very good one, I’m afraid.
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer, to create a template. Then made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. It took me a long time, as so many photos from my enforced hobble last night had to be sorted and included. Hours later, I got it finished and posted off to WordPress. I’d only needed three wee-wees all the time I’d be updating. All of the SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) mode.
I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Pinterested some snaps used in the diary, and sent the link off, did a bit of Facebooking, read and responded to some comments, and visited the WordPress Reader section. While doing so, I felt the innards slowly brewing, and a slight ache eventually matured into stabbing pains.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Hoping I can pass things this time. Fingers crossed!
Thunderisations! That session was one of the hardest ever! Tons of bleeding, and it cost me half-an-hour!
I decided to get the ablutions tended to, as I’d been so long with the evacuation.
I was extremely careful with the teeth cleaning. Two dropsies.
The shaving had two little nicks and four dropsies.
The washing then produced six dropsies. The drying off, just the one dropsy.
I got a black bag made up, and taken to the waste chute as soon as 08:00hrs arrived. Made a brew and got the paperwork for taking with me to see ILC, Riechsführeress, and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, to ask her to phone the dentist and opticians for me. Oh, and the Chemist too.
Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. Out to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor.
I was hobbling well this morning now, I met Mary on her way out, we nattered en route along Chestnut Walk, which was jolly nice, and I wished her well as she poddled to the bus stop. Then I nipped into Winwood Court lobby and called at the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens interrogation cell, and Ballerina, Obersturmbannführeress Deana, was inside. She made some phone-calls for me;
The opticians: Who asked some questions, and got me an appointment for Friday 4th September, at 09:40hrs.
Then she rang the Dentist, the best they could offer was Thursday 5th November, at 08:30hrs.
The chemist was contacted by Deana, who told her that the prescriptions would be delivered on Saturday 29th August, after 1700hrs.
I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.
Had a mini-confab with Robert outside the flats. Then I watched a trail of dog walkers passing by to the park.
Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat.
This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.
I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool!
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, letting it go cold (Toothache!), and got the appointment dates down on the Google Diary while I thought about it.
Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem!
Then I had a bash at creating some more Inchcock Today page top graphics on CorelDraw. Got the sad inspiration for the Inchies thoughts Ode, and made it up, sent it off to WordPress.
I got the meal prepped and served on the plate and tray, and all the time I was doing this, I’d left the hot water tap running. So, no hot water left! Tsk!
I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic!
The effervescent, bubbly, good-natured Nottinghamian, 25-year-old, super-fit, Educator, Mountaineer, Professor of Neurotransmitterisational failure, and lover of oven-baked Leicester cheese potatoes; presents his latest dollop of poetical rubbish, for you!
Here we go…
I may be getting on for eighty, But I retain some childish juvenility, It’s one thing, in which I have the ability, I don’t need any guilt or justifiability, I’ve no confidence left, just vulnerability!
My ailments give me pain and irascibility, I’ve long lost interest in egocentricity, My body’s lost strength and elasticity, The legs have lost their endurability, The brain’s, now devoid of logicality!
Possibly, perhaps, partly old age, you see, Could be lack of fun, loneliness and frivolity, That’s made me somewhat grumpity, The Porcelain Throne? It’s solid or liquidity, No chance now, of any multi-functionality!
My once sharp mind, now full of banality, I catch the wrong bus into the City, I stutter now, so it’s hard to be witty, I feel I’ve become a nugacity, a nonentity, For falling asleep, I have a propensity!
No fighting spirit, and no ignitability I’m morose, sad, no shockability, For black periods, I’ve a susceptibility, Life no longer offers me any tangibility, But a big flabby-stomach, and gibbosity!
One thing that’s grown, is my gullibility, And my stomach, that’s an undeniability My hopes have gone, died, ostensibility, Now life has very little enjoyability, I sometimes wallow in self-pity, That’s when I’ll write, a silly ditty!
02:45hrs: My slumber was rudely disturbed, and I lay there for a few moments in a state of hypnagogia, trying to understand what had shaken me so violently into this state of semi-consciousness? Perhaps I was dreaming, although I have no memories of my doing so?
As I wriggled my over-amply-sized bellied torso to have a look around for signs of anything that may have fallen over and created a noise, Harold’s Haemorrhoids let me know they were still unhappy. Hehe!
Guilt dawned, as I spotted the many signs of naughty, nasty, nauseating, nocturnal-nibbling! (Insecure-Contrition-Mode-Assumed!) Then the need for a wee-wee arrived. I rose shonkily onto my feet, got Metal Mickey, and stepped a few yards to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Boy, it had been well used! And what a wee-wee, of the HLSBS (Hosepipe-Like-Sharp-Blasting-Splashback) variety!
I needed to have a good wash and change the PP’s, so off to the wet room, and got this done. While doing so, I needed two more wee-wees! But they were so different, OSU (Orange-Sprinkly-Unpainful) type, and without any of the Post- Micturition Dribbling at all? I certainly get a variety in my urinating activities, Haha!
I got to the kitchen and put the kettle on, and had to urgently return to the wet room for Porcelain Throne activities. Or, rather, a lack of action. I’ve gone from two days of liquified rushes (6 on one day) to the Throne, back to this morning’s robust meatballs, bleeding, starting and stopping, and such pain with it. I felt exhausted afterwards. But the cleaning and medicating had to be done. Grunglebogwash!
Back to the kitchenette, made the mug of Glengettie tea and left it to cool (toothache!).
Today’s Health Checks were done. The BP sys was somewhat high again. I’ve mentioned this to the Vampire nurse. The temperature was 33.8°f. I told Warden Deana as well. Took the tablets and medicines, I didn’t take any extra painkillers, but no doubt that Toothache Thomas will force me to later on.
I made up a template for WordPress, then I got on with updating yesterday’s blog. The occasional interference from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley made it difficult at times. I spent ages correcting things, Tsk! I eventually got it done, Pinterested some snaps from the post, emailed the links, and to the louder than ever ringing in my ears of the ‘Hum’, made a start on this page.
During the whole of the updating process, I had to have six-more wees! Each one of a tinkling, dribbling style. Some hurt, others not? It’s no surprise that I’m losing it, lately!
I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and took a photo of the morning view, which was blue! When I opened the window, things got blown off of the ledge, such was the force of the wind. Despite this, the Horrible-Hum could still be heard, louder than it’s been for a few days.
This must mean something weather-wise. Or not!
I took a blind photo down towards the Chestnut Walk car park. A free space again?
I returned to Computer Cameron, and then I went on the WordPress reader, then Facebooking.
Aha, time to get the ablutions tended to. Stripped off for the session, and thought how well the legs and feet were looking. The ulcer looked as if it had moved again, but it can’t have, surely?
Cleaning the teeth was a painful job. I must ask Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Warden and Independent Living Coordinator, Desk-Top Dancer Deana to phone the dentist and opticians for me later on.
The shaving was a little bothersome, dropsies galore, and a few minor cuts.
The showering turned out a painful event this time. I caught my right-hand knuckle against the grab bar as I went over from a Dizzy Dennis bout. It’s not the wound that bothers me, that’s nothing, just a few scratches, but not being able to correct the fall, that’s bothered me a smidge.
Getting towelled-off, I caught the little finger of my right hand against the cabinet corner. I think the cartilage damage, caused by my osteoarthritis in the fingers (I wonder if there’s a name for this?) is getting worse as time passes. Hey-ho!
However, the medicationalisationing went better than yesterday, and no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids!
I made up the waste and recycling bags, loaded them on the three-wheeled-walker, and made my way to the chute room in the lift lobby.
I deposited the four small bags, and unfortunately clouted the same cartilage damaged finger knuckles again, on the iron lift-lid as I did so! I just may possibly have said something to the tune of “Oh, dear!” at the time. Ahem!
I poddled out of the room in reverse, there was no room to turn around in there since the upgrading work’s been done. Out with the large white bag and trolley to the elevator. Got the resident’s lift almost immediately, and down to the ground floor lift lobby, where I espied a new window cleaners list. I’m down on it, as the man promised, for an 09:00hrs cleaning on for the 3rd September. Then I spotted a hand-written note left. It appears that someone had earlier, torn up the lad’s latest at the time, list, into little pieces? A lady tenant gave whoever did the deed, some written verbals, and a good telling off. Good for her!
Outside the caretakers were sorting out some bins, and pleasantries were exchanged, and they took the bag off of me.
I began to make my way along Chestnut Drive to the ILC’s interrogation room, to ask for aid with the dentist and opticians.
I saw a slice of lemon on the new bricked sidewalk. Now, where did that come from, I thought. I hope that not like the cigarette butts, from a flat window?
I hobbled along to Winwood Court and spoke with the girls. Then realised I had not taken the letters with me from the dentist and opticians. I said I would return with them in the morning. Tsk! What a Ferdrayt I am!
On the way back to Woodthorpe Court, I took first, this photo on the right. I tried to capture the wonderful old tree, Windwood Court on the right and ahead, Woodthorpe Court. The shadows gave it an eerie appearance, I thought.
A few yards further on, and took another picture, to the right of this one, of the same two courts, with the link passage, no longer used, of course, thanks to the Coronavirus cocking everything up.
Still, I caught the beautiful clouds to the East, and shadowy two ends of the courts, Winwood Extra Care Court to the right.
A bit of a faux-pas of sorts at the lifts in Woodthorpe. I was the only person there (I thought!) and the contractor’s cage came down first, the resident’s lift was on the fifteenth floor. So when it came down, I leant in and sent it to some higher floor, then I pressed the call button again, and the tenant’s lift started to come down. I turned, and there were two contractors, giving me the puzzled eyes! I asked if they had been there all the time and they said yes, with a ‘Tut’. Apparently, they had spoken to me, but I’d not heard them. I did feel a fool!
I got back up to the flat, trolley in the corner, kettle on, and got some potatoes on the slow boil, and added the mushroom I didn’t eat last night.
I hope they will be alright? They should be, he says hopefully, Hehehe!
I did some updating on this post, and the tea had gone too cold. So, to get the kettle on to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. Took the midday medications, and got the evening ones out, so I would see them later, and not forget to retake them! This reminds me, I have not been given the doses and readings for the Monday blood test yet? It’s not right, is it? Might I be taking too many or too few Warfarins and be at risk of bleeding to death or a blood clot? Still, I’m used to being ignored. Hahaha!
I took a photo down to the right from the balcony, of the end car park on Chestnut Walk.
I noticed that the kid’s playground was open again, so zoomed in and took my best effort at picturing the little blighters. It looked at first like there were a lot of the kiddywinks from a distance. But in fact, there weren’t many at all. Probably their day in court. Haha!
The clouds suddenly thickened as I took this shot to my left, showing a part-frontage of the beloved Woodthorpe Court building.
A mad hobble to the wet room, certain I was in need of a Porcelain Throne visitation. But, solid as a rock. Crossword book used, I whistled, sang to myself, and picked my nose. But nothing happened, not the vaguest sign on any movement. Bhlugh!
The rain cometh! Then, I got the evening’s nosh prepared, taking my time and concentrating, and made what I think was the tastiest meal I’ve managed in a long time. Sainsbury’s sweet small new potatoes, potato farls, tomatoes, mushrooms, Royale and plain surimi sticks, both of them were lip-smackingly flavoursome. (Gorgeous!), beetroot and carrot salad vinegarette salad. I sorted out the good from the mouldy seedless grapes, washed them and made a little pot of them, and a pot of lemon yoghourt. I started digested the nosh slowly, savouring each mouthful. A super-duper score of 8.8/10 for the Flavour-Rating!
Half-way through the dish of fodder, and the telephone rang and flashed. By the time I got to it, it had stopped!
Back to the meal, one more forkful and the intercom rang! A chap came up, I thought it was an Amazon delivery. The box looked like one, packed the same way, style. But I was not aware of any outstanding order from them? The bloke confirmed the address and dropped the box in through the door for me. I thanked him.
I got the box opened, and it was full of electrical fittings. I then spotted it was addressed to 72 Winchester Court, not Woodthorpe Court! Boulderclumps! I got the box closed and onto the three-wheeler-Guide, finding two letters on the floor as I went out with them. One from the Community Rehabilitation & falls & Service, about a Physiotherapy Therapy Assessment. (another mouthful, Hehe!) I’ve been referred again, and an appointment was made for me for Monday 7th September 2020, 09:00 > 16:00hrs. The other the long-awaited Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, with the new Warfarin doses and INR test results. I’d been taking the wrong doses with no one contacting me.
The weather looked threatening again as I set out, leaving the meal, to take the box to Winchester Court.
As I got down and outside, the caretaker was packing some bins. He took the box from me, saying he would take the package to Winchester Court for me. That was nice of him.
I thanked him, and I went back up to the flat, got the trolley parked in the hallway, and had a go at eating the now cold meal again. I stripped off and started to tuck into the fodder. Then fell-asleep, it was much needed.
The door chimes rang out! I wrapped a quilt around my horrendously bulky and wobbly body, swore silently with frustration, and went to answer the door. I was Josie, who handed me a packet of two cakes, cherry-iced ones. Eurgh! She keeps forgetting what I can and can’t eat, and that I sleep early if I can. Bless her. I thanked her.
Back to the colder than ever food, and finished off the fodder. But still enjoyed it. Even the cold food, the potatoes, mushrooms and farls went down well.
After a tiring, messy day, and little sleep over the last few days, I fell asleep… The landline phone rang and flashed again! Once more, it stopped ringing before I could get to answer it. I was so annoyed, I only wanted to sleep. Please!
But it was not to be. Sadly the Thought-Storms started. I gave up, and got up and washed the olive green long-sleeved shirt. I got it done, wrung and hung on one of the new coathangers over the sink.
The eyes were drooping now, I got the pots washed, got a drink of orange juice and returned to the £30, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. But I wasn’t successful. So, I put the TV on, and for once there was a programme on a murder documentary, that I thought would be worth watching on channel 66.
03:20hrs: I came back into semi-life, feeling very peculiar-most! For there were no demands or needs for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne to be used! I’ve not never ever woken up in this odd condition for years!
As I heaved my blubbery-stomached body out of the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, none-working recliner, the stinging from Harold’s Haemorrhoids caught me unprepared. Gawd, they were in a furious mood with me! I felt the trickling of the blood in the PPs! Botherations!
I hobbled with a new style of limp adopted, to try and ease the pain of the piles (Hehe!), off to the kitchenette. I found myself in an unexpectedly industrious mood this morning. No Thought-Storms, no Dizzy Dennis, and I hadn’t walked or banged into anything on my way to get the Health Checks done! Positive-Smug-Mode-Brewing!
I got the kettle on, took this photograph of the morning view from the new, light & view-blocking, thick-framed windows. I used the Nikon camera, choosing the Night Landscape option. I was a little disappointed with the resulting shot. Hey-ho!
I got the kettle on and decided to take my temperature first, with both of the thermometers. This is because what I am recording, seems to mean I am dead, according to cyber buddies, Tim and Doug. Haha! I photo’d the results. The stick thermometer indicated the readings were in centigrade 34.3°c. Which is 93.7° Fahrenheit, according to the converter I used on Google. Then I again looked up the average temperature for a 72-year-old male, I got this: In older adults, the average body temperature is lower than 98.6°F (36.2°C).Hmm! Might have a word with the nurse next week. If she’s due that is, no one has given me the dosages or levels of INR Warfarin, so I hope they contact me today with the details. Tim Price was spot on with the figures he gave me.
By the time I’d finished faffing about with the temperature, I had put the kettle on again and did the BP sphygmomanometer checks. They came out a smidge betterer today, the Sys was down on yesterday by nearly 10 points, that was good to see.
I made the brew of Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam tea. And jolly tasty it was too! Then I took the medications. If the pile’s pain persists, I’ll risk taking another Codeine later.
However, when it came to uploading the photo of the mug, I found this picture on the right, instead. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s annoy and scare the energumenist Inchcock’ mission? I was not having any interference from Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, or even Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, so why and what, how I managed to miss with this effort, I don’t know?
I got the mushrooms in the crock-pot, not cooking, just to put some fish sauce in the bowl to marinate them for a while. That sauce, come vinegar, is excellent! I’ve got some more coming later today, I hope, from Sainsbury’s. I’ve got another two orders arriving today. (Dumbo!) One from Iceland and another from Sainsbury’s. I’ll not starve then! Wot a plonker!
To Computer Cameron, I made a temp[late first. Then began to update Monday Inchcock Today post.
This took an inordinately long time, due to just one ailment that had decided to play me up; that was Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing, for the first time all morning, frustratingly, only when I started typing! Knackwrangling bad timing! Spit!
I persisted and plodded on, and got the updating finished, with more correcting and finding mistakes than for a long time! Posted the blog off on WordPress, and nerve-ends seem to start working again? Ah-well, such is my fate! Still, I was over the moon about this, and pressed on as quickly as I could, before the Neurotramsmitter’s conked-out again. Sent off the links, Pinterested some photos, and went on Facebooking for a while. Had a perusal of the WordPress Reader section.
Then checked the emails. Iceland has no wholemeal rolls, and have substituted 125gr mushrooms with 300gr mushrooms. Sainsbury’s have substituted white for red onions, and have no Sourdough bread. I thought I’d be bound to get some bread, with ordering from both companies. Hey-Ho! Not to fret.
I made a start on this blog, but had to divert to do the ablutions early, as Iceland is due twixt 9>11:00hrs. Sainsbury’s are due between 15:00 > 16:00hrs. Still, I think I’ve got free delivery, no charge by having a late one? We shall see! Sainsbury’s also sent a message that from next week, all their deliveries will be loose-delivered, no carrier bags. Not sure what to do about this. By a shopping trolley? Haha!
No shower usage, of course, too early for that, the noise it makes might disturb my fellow Woodthorpe Courtonians.
Back in a bit…
Well, that was a fantastic ablution session. No toe-stubbing, no dizzies, no banging or walking into anything, or knocking owt over! The total dropsies were only about five!
When it came to the job of medicationalisationing, it was a different story, though. I got the new tube of the precious Germoloid from the medical cupboard, I found it had a plastic extender in the box.
Ah, with Harold’s Haemorrhoids being so tender this morning, I thought I’d try this out. A mistake! With not using this device before, and having to use the right hand just as Nicodemus neurotransmitters went on strike again, the inner-piles got roughed up a bit, and the blood flowed. I shall not try the tube thingy again. It was a heck of a job stemming things, and it took me ages. Still, all calm now!
I was confused to see the mark from yesterday’s toe-stubbing was visible again, and the ankle ulcer had started to transmogrify again? I got the trousers and slippers on and poddled to the kitchen.
As I was taking this picture of the morning view, the rain started to get heavy later for a few hours.
I made a brew of Glengettie brew, but I did not drink it. The first sip and the toothache blasted away at me! Argh! I must ask someone to ring the Dentist for me. Fingers crossed!
The door chimes rang out their Dusty Springfields ♫ ‘I only want to be with you’ ♫ tune. It was the Iceland chap delivering. The poor soul was soaking wet, as were the bags of delivered products. We had a little natter, which is a rare thing. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T in appreciation of his efforts, and took the bags through to the kitchen. I’d bought a pile of kitchen towels, and had to open a couple to dry them out, I added them to the stack, near the radiator. I think the kitchen-towels might last me a few days. Hahaha!
I got the Skinny Whips in a container to keep them cool.I’ve got these to hand out as treats. I like them myself, but wit the teeth in the condition they are, I dare not eat any until the dentist has had his pleasure of filling and extracting few molars.
I made a brew of Glengettie again and purposely allowed it to cool down and took another Codeine. To counter the pain from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the teeth. It didn’t do much good, but I dare not take any more of the painkillers.
Posted it off, and was amazed at how easily it flowed from my bumbling, tired old brain. I decided not to have a meal as such, as after the Sainsbury order comes and gets put away, I’ll be ready and capable, only of sleep-searching. And any cooking or knife usage in my current sudden fatigued state might be too risky. Funny how common sense often appears when I weary?
Then I realised I had the mushrooms in the crock-pot I’d forgotten all about. I turned them off hoping they would be alright for eating tomorrow. Fungleboggles!
I got on the £300, second-hand recliner, with a determination not to nod-off and miss the food delivery. As I was struggling to stay awake, I turned on the TV, yes, I was that desperate. Haha! And the landline flashed. It was a male voice, claiming to be from Virgin, and wanted access to do the repairs. Me: “What repairs?” – Him: “You have a problem with your TV ‘box’?” – Me: “No, I don’t have a TV box?” A long silence… Him: “Did you not report a fault?” – Me: “No” – another long silence… Him: “Oh?” and he rang off? Still, it helped me stay awake if nowt else!
The door chimes rang forth as I was getting back down on my bottom.
The Sainsbury’s fodder had arrived. He’d been let-in by someone, and was soon up and putting the bags in the hallway for me.
To the kitchen and got the items sorted out. There was no item list with them, so I don’t know if anything is missing or not. Humph! Started with the fresh stuff first. The surimi Royale and plain fish sticks totalled four packs? Mmm!
I’d got some iodised salt, and an expensive box of the Smoked Sea Salt Flakes, on impulse as usual. Potato cakes, X-strength Marmite, and a large pot of lemon yoghourt, amongst other items. And more tins of Heinz curried baked beans, Gannet!
Took the evening medications, pondered on what the innards were up to, no Porcelain Throne visit today, and got settled for sleep searching.
After an hour or so of part-nodding, but not achieving any actual sleep, I got up to get a drink of milk, thinking it might help me relax.
The rain was pouring down again, and my spirits dipped a smidge as I toe-stubbed my left foot against the server tray wheels, dropped the four-pronged walking stick, bent to retrieve it, Back-Pain-Benda kicked-off, and I clouted my right knee on the edge of the stove!
I believe I muttered something like, ‘Oh, bother!’
It was a long time getting off to sleep, but at least the Thought-Storming gave me a break this time.
02:30hrs: I woke up, struggled up out of the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, grotty, sickeningly-beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, with the innards in a state of turmoil, grinding away.
I think that the innards are far from settled yet, I got Metal Mickey and wobbled off to the wet room for a wee-wee. Although I might not have bothered, a minuscule spot of spraying droplets all over me and the wet-room furniture was a much as I could manage. And that took me some effort.
I did see that the, what I thought was a dying-off leg ulcer, seems more likely to in a transportation-mode! It definitely is moving up the leg and towards the centre of the shin, now? Spreading out, but not inflamed at all?
Got things cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. The BP readings, Sys was down on yesterday, but still too high! The body temperature read as 84.4°f.
Somehow, during the photographing of the sphygmomanometer, I knocked some morning tablets and a capsule off of the counter. What a farce it was trying to find them! I managed to get two of the escapees, but the Pentoxifylline capsule was unfindable, but I may discover it later in the day; when I’m bound to drop something else and search for that? Hahaha! I took the medications, bar one, of course.
I thought I’d take shots of the same area, facing the kitchenette window. Both in Auto-mode. One with the flash off, the one with it switched on.
Well, the flash certainly works on the Nikon! Hehehe!
I’m glad it did, I’ve been looking for the new grotty reseda-green trousers for a while now, I spotted them hanging with the airing laundry in the window. Why there? No idea! Still, I’m glad I found them.
I got the updating done of the Sunday post and made up a template. Made a brew of Glengettie tea. During the time of doing these actions. I had five more MSD (Minuscule-SPraying-Droplets wee-wees!)
Pinterested a few photos, sent off the link, went on Facebooking (I hate the new layout), then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.
Made a start on this blog and had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I got the crossword book put.
Well, things have started to change in this department at last. I got down, splutter, splash, and all over in seconds! I thought this was a good sign; until I rose from the Throne. The evacuated product had disappeared from view altogether without any flushing (liquid?), the passing was so painful I felt sure solids had returned? And as for bleeding! Another load of washing and cleaning and sanitising needed! No point in medicationalisationing yet, I can do that with the ablutioning.
I spent an hour or so, updating this post, in between wee-weeing, of course. Then realised it was gone time to get the ablutions and medicalisationing done. I have to get a move on, just in case the Iceland delivery or Vampire Nurse arrives earlier than planned!
Back in a bit… Now I’ve found the trews, I decided to leave the black ones to soak in the bowl, while I tended to the ablutions.
I’m back! What an amazingly successful ablutioning session, mind you, the medicationalisationing didn’t go too well. Dropsies of only four, teeth-cleaning, shaving showering and drying off! Oh, yes! Medicationing, about ten! And a tumble.
Well, I suffered one of Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, but it was in slow motion of sorts. How come? As I grabbed various things to stop the fall but failed each time, I tried something else to get a hold of, so it was a plunge in stages, so as to speak. Clearing most of the stuff off of the floor cabinet as I went. Tsk! Got a scratch above the left foot’s little toe in the process of the mock-dance that seemed to have elements of a soft-shoe-shuffle, the twist, and a waltz in it. Hahaha!
I sorted myself out, got the trousers and slippers on, and poddled to the kitchen, to get the black pants washed. I think, with it being the first wash, it took so many rinses to clear the soap and water.
They might be cheap but are thick materialed trews, so it will take a long time to dry. I got them done, wrung and hung to dry on one of the new coat hangers. Hopefully, doing it this way, the creases will part-fall-out with the water, or not! I expect them to be dry enough to wear, sometime around Christmas or New Year.
I took a photograph of the clouds and sky from the kitchenette window, with some of the City Centre high rise buildings highlighted in the morning sunshine as it came out from behind, to greet us good morning.
I got on with updating this post. Then I made a brew of Glengettie, and the agony from the back teeth when I sipped the brew… Argh! I’ll have to ask someone to phone the Dentist for me, to see if they can fill the three bothersome teeth for me.
I got an email from Ingeus, the quomodocunquizing, profit-seeking private company, who run the diabetes courses for the NHS. It oozes compassion, empathy and understanding, doesn’t it? Bearing in mind, I have spoken to four of their impatient representatives (well, one of them was alright, and was patient with my stuttering and lack of hearing!), and it was hard work.
Decided? Did I have any choice? I told them of my problem getting onto the Zoom sight they use for lessons. No advice was given, not that I could hear everything they were saying properly anyway.
And I eventually got on and was given an access number. Later, when the course was due to start, this number was not recognised! The frustration was making me ill. So I told the last caller, I would have NO OPTION but to wait until the face-to-face meetings started because it was physically impossible for me to get on-line! And if had, my saccades and lack of hearing would be such a hassle in any group discussion I could not partake in. And Stuttering Stephanie would surely have made the other participants really pissed-off!
I got, “Well, I’ll have to contact your GP and tell them…” The tone of voice, although masked, was quickly interpreted by my keen EQ. Annoyance!
I’ll ignore this email if I die then so be it. They, even the Doctor, seems to have no idea how difficult things are; when one can’t hear on phones, at times even speak (Stephanie), and am in some pain of one sort or another all day and every day, and dropping things or walking into things!
So what do they do after all that, tell me to phone them!
Niggleclumps! and Granglespithowlations! Gits!
No, I had a change of mind! I’ll try the number to see if it is a face-to-face or computer link. Bloody Marvellous! A rushed recorded message, of which I did catch a few random words. Ingeus… Diabetes… between 09:00hrs and… training purposes… longer than usual… I’m pissed-off again!
The door chime rang out, it was the Iceland delivery cometh. Not a lot today, some slightly naughty options had been ordered! Hehe!
I got the bags into the kitchen and put away the frozen first. Battered fish fillets, and a pack of the Chinese belly pork, but there was not enough room for this box, so I put them in the fridge to cook later one (cunning, eh?) Belly pork and baked beans, that sounded like a decent choice?
But, no bread sent from Iceland as a substitute for the not available wholemeal bread thins. Fear not, I took out a pack of Sourdough muffins from the freezer, to thaw them out. I got the fridge things stacked and crammed in. Hehehe!
I’d just about got everything away, and the intercom rang out. But it stopped in a few seconds. Obviously, the Vampire Nurse had been let in by a resident. Hristina arrived and let herself in, and soon took my blood, and we had a mini-natter into the bargain. Lovely! ♥
I added these details to the blog. Then got the black bags made up, and onto the three-wheeler. I got a bit of an insecure feeling, of whether I’d left the taps running in the kitchen, so diverted to have a check on things. All okay, and I spotted a rarity that deserved snapping. A space in the car park!
I returned to the hallway and finished off the loading of the three-wheeler walking trolley, with the bags. Definitely going to be a dodgy hobble with this load, to the waste-chute room. Haha!
But once done, I’d only have the one white recycling bag that needed taking down and out to the caretakers big green bin left to do, then. I took the smaller Canon camera with me, safe in the pocket of the jacket. It’s got a strong wristlet strap on it. I always try to make sure I use it, especially when taking shots from the window.
I got the depositing of the bags done easily enough, but I caught my already injured left little toe between the trolley and doorframe as I reversed out of the little room. Grobbledamitt!
To and down in the lift, and through the people-less foyer, out into the fresh air. It was a grand feeling, even if the agony from the toe bothered me. (A bit of sympathy seeking there, Sorry! Haha! Out and put the bag where the bin usually is but isn’t today. Crossed the road, and took this picture of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from the car park on Chestnut Walk. I took hobble along, taking photos en route.
These flowers, battling to produce new buds, were nearby the sloping tiles to the roadway, directly opposite the modern, extra care Winwood Court entrance. Bootiful!
I saw my first person to talk to as I was snapping the new building. Ray, or Roy… er maybe it was Frank, on his disability scooter said good morning, (I think that’s what he said, anyway, Hehehe!) as I moved into the bushes to allow him to pass by.
I went further up Chestnut Walk, enough to get to take this photograph, of the impressive looking Winchester Court. I’m somewhat taken to the colouring that Nottingham City Homes have given the building now.
I went back and over the Walk into the Windwood Court Extra Care building, and left to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) office.
Where, I’m delighted to tell you that I had a little gossip, with Riechsfuhreress and Desktop Dancer Warden Julie, and Catwalk Model, Oberscharfuhreress Warden, Deana.
The highlight of the day, being able to have a chinwag! I really hope I can get outside proper soon, it’s driving me crazy having to stay inside and suffering Herbert’s noises!
On my way back to Woodthorpe Court, I stopped to take a close picture from the base of the Court. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis when I as leant back taking the snap. Tsk! If it’s not one ailment, it’s another! Feeling a bit of self-pity there, sorry, it won’t happen again.
I got my strong, burly, ripped-stomached, muscular, magnificently-honed body into the main foyer of the building. Alright, I got my wobbly, short, gigantically-bellied body inside the building! Nick-picking! Hahaha!
Got to the elevators, and sent the contractor’s lift, that was on the ground floor up, and pressed the call button again, to get the resident’s cage to come down. As I took this photograph of the electronic notice board in the lift lobby, the picture on it was changing.
I got inside the flat, put the walker in the corner, and got the kettle on. Took the computer out of sleep mode, and Herbert dropped something on his floor. Twice, then the tapping and knocking continued on and off, for many hours again. Not that I’m complaining, and won’t do, last time, and the only time I did, I got told off. ‘He’s a wonderful man doing models for charity’ I was told. Oh, I’m sorry about that! But surely they can’t throw me out for saying what is actually happening? Oh, maybe they can! I’d better keep my gob shut then?
I opened a can of curried beans, and put some of the Hoisin sauce to them to marinate until needed with the Chinese belly pork slices. And I pressed on with updating for this blog.
Hello, Herberts stopped making any noise, I do hope he’s not poorly.
I went to make another mug of Glengettie tea. I stirred the beans in the saucepan, and nibbled one – Argh! Earlier, I’d put in the liquid smoke by mistake for the Hoisin sauce! It was an odd flavour! I put some Hoisin in, I’ve no idea what I’m doing at times!
Back to the computer, and made a Morrison order up online. I got it in for 12:00 > 1300hrs, on Tuesday 1st September, the very date triggered my EQ as I typed it, and is not well-starred for some reason. Oh, dearie me!
Got it accepted, then Josie rang the door chimes, she was returning the things from the Sunday lunch. She said the meal was fine, but I think she was being kind to me. Bless her! She returned the goodies carrier bag again.
Getting tired and the fatigue is returning now, along with Shaking Shaun and Shirley. Better get the pork in the oven, in case I nod-off or something. Got the pork, poured a drop of Hoisin on each of the little pieces, and got it in the oven.
Clunk thud! Ah, Herbert’s alright. He’s not been so bad today, no teeth-shaking drilling or bashing of the hammer. Much betterer!
Pressed on with this post for twenty-minutes, then went to check on the meat.
I moved the drying on the coathanger black trousers, into the sunshine in the kitchen window, they seemed to be drying-off a lot quicker than I had anticipated.
I got the tray out to eat the meal off of, and discovered last nights medications! So, I missed them again. Dumbo!
But no one has called me about the INR results or new dosages for the week, neither the surgery, nor the Anticoagulation, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Warfarin Clinic?
Got the meal served up, and the cooking things in the sink to soak for cleaning later with the dish and other items.
The sourdough muffins, were the perfect thing for dipping in the beans sauce, Mmm!
An odd flavour in the beans, (accidentally putting in the liquid smoke, is the cause of this) but they had a certain palatableness. Gave this a flavour rating of 7/10.
I got the pots washed, took the evening medications from yesterday. Tsk!
The marks from the morning toe-stubbing have already nearly cleared away. What an odd metabolism I have? Hahaha!
Sleep came a bit quicker tonight. So, there is a chance that if anyone had called me, I would not have heard or seen the flashing landline. After an hour or so of perfect bliss, the waking up and Thought Storms began. Hogwash!