Cool TFZer, at the Tree-Top Cool-It-Cabin
Thursday 20th August 2020
Italiano: Giovedì 20 Agosto 2020
Now here I was, ashamed of how I’d handled, or instead coped, with the persistent ongoing, never-ending problems of recent days. Not so long ago, these Whoopsies and Accifauxpas would not have got me down in the manner they do nowadays. I approached my dilemma from another angle. Desperate to find a way of coping betterer. I had a chat with myself; “It’s not long before the end is nigh for you, so why fret over things, Inchy?” That’s as far as I got with the self-discussion, as a desperately urgent need for a wee-wee arrived!
Ever since I got up, the wee-weeing had been frequent, and every one of them was of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painless) style and, free of any PMAD’s Pre Micturition Dribble, and Post-Micturition After Dribble. I’ll try not to mention them too often unless there are any changes in their style or mode.
I pressed on with the updating of yesterday’s post, got it finished, and posted off to WordPress. Went on the Reader section. Then Pinterested some photos. Made another brew of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I could hear creaking noises all around, very strange, I couldn’t fathom what was causing them. The ‘Hum’ seemed weaker this morning. I’d sooner have the Hum than these worrying scrunching noises!
I wasn’t sure if the problem was the internet connection or with Google. Or had I made a mega-cock-up somewhere? This is possible, it has been known in the past, you know! Humph!
After an hour or so of faffing about and getting nowhere fast, I asked Google if they had any problems. This came up? It didn’t help me. Apart from I now knew the hiccup was with Google Gmail.
I tried to use the M Mail, but it needed so much time and effort to set up, I thought I’d leave it and hope it comes back on later.
I got them into the kitchenette and started to store them away.
The fridge was another mystery to me, why had I bought pork pies when I’d sworn not to again? Hehehe!
I made up some black waste bags to go to the chute, a recycling one to go down to the big bin outside, then I put a few frozen things in a carrier to take to Jenny’s flat. She will make sure they go to a deserving cause for me.
I was going to go down to Jenny’s next, but I felt the need of another wee-wee coming on. My fear of my urge incontinence, made me return to the flat first, and visit the wet room.
I got up to Jenny’s flat and left the carrier near her front door.
Back to the flat, and working on the updating again, and Jenny rang me, she’s worked out when she saw the Iceland carrier the things were in, that I’d made another cock-up and run out of room in the freezer again. Hahaha! I think I might rename her Sherlockski-Jenny. Hahaha! She’s made sure that the fodder was used for a good cause, Bless Her!
Pressed on with the diary, and the need for the Porcelain Throne became known. Off to the wet-room zone, alone. My bad poetry comes free! Hahaha!
I tried to catch-up on the Facebooking before the Firemen arrived. Had to stop, so I could sort things before they arrive. Back in a bit…
They were trying to be helpful, and I felt like someone was interested in trying to help. They question me as to what to do in the event of a fire, asked if I’d ever had one, etc. and then moved to support available.
I mentioned that the nurse had asked the falls team to contact me again, told and shown them Metal Mickey (the four=pronged walking stick), that the team had supplied me with on their visit after the stroke. They wanted to report my circumstances to the Falls Team again and explained why this is a good idea. Then asked if I minded if they contacted my Doctor, and Nottingham City Homes, which I agreed to.
The Brain Fog and fatigue started coming on, as is normal for me at this time of day, but with not getting any sleep last night at all, seemed more severe, and it was like turning off my concentration-box. Much of the memories of the last half hour of questions and suggestions went off into the ether.
I recall thanking them, and they said not to go with them to the door, and how odd it felt not doing so. The photographs I must have taken are the main-memory prompters, and I recall feeling a lot better, but a nuisance?
A minute or so into the kip and the landline flashed and rang. It was Jenny, bless her cotton socks. Nora had enjoyed the wine and battered fish she’s prepared for her. Jen was a little disturbed at waking me, but for Jenny, no problem.
I had no bother in getting back to sleep at all.
An hour or so later, and the landline burst into life again. This time it was a struggle, for I was in the deep-sleep mode to get to it in time. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the new INR Warfarin doses (I’d written all this down on the small notepad). Tonight 2½, and then 2 a night until the next blood test, which is on Monday 24th August. (I found I’d put this in the Google calendar in the morning, but can’t remember doing it, Tsk!)
Sweet Morpheus soon returned, Blissfully!
That’s nice you got a chinwag in with Doris to discuss how covid cooties have ruined your social lives. It’s kind of ruined everything. At least the fireman came to see you and maybe they can get you some help since most everyone else seems to have failed. Very nicely arranged dinner.
Goodeth Morning, Tim,
Thanks for thinking of me with the help needed, mate.
I’m struggling, no doubt about it. In a picklement I thought I’d avoid when younger.
Fancy getting so bad, the Fire Brigade have to be a desperate source of help? Hehehe!
Once again fingers crossed. (They seem permanently twisted nowadays – and with Arthur Itis and the joints cartilages, it’s not comfortable).
Coronavirus has done so much damage to us. Doctor who don’t doctor, opticians who don’t opticianalise, dentist who don’t dent, Chemist who try to kill you, Chiropodists who refuse to Chiropt, and a fourth cancellation for the cardiac check from over a year ago.
Still, you don’t like to complain. Hahaha!
TTFNski, Sir.
A lot of businesses and services are using covid cooties as an excuse for bad service. It’s really annoying.
They are, too, mate!
I always enjoy reading about your Woodthorpe friends and all the recurring characters in the Greater Nottingham area. It’s almost as if I am joining in with chin-wagging encounters, electronically. Deana, Doris, Herbert (well, takes all kinds I guess.),Hristina, Jane, Jennie, Josie, Pete — to place the ones I recall right now in alphabetical order. 🙂
My kindest regards to all and each!
And a fine weekend to all and each!
Billumski
Well, Billumski, I’ll mention to them that they have been ‘put in alphabetical order, Ohio style. Hahaha!
I hope Lisa is doing alright, poor gal, going through it, and you in support is a blessing.
Beyond hope, lies frustrationable failure.
Red cars in the park today!
Beyond hope, lies frustrationable failure.
Quite the T-shirt there, Inch. A wallop of an aphorism!
A preponderance of names that begin with the letter “J”, that’s what.
Lisa’s grandfather immigrated here from Italy, my side is a mix of English and German. Lisa is the spontaneous one, I’m the somber one. Two sides of a coin 🙂
Red cars and red fire-tenders, that’s also what. 🙂
LIsa toold of a bit the family history, Billumski.
Perhaps the coin was one of three in the fountain, Sir? Thus a joining of minds and bodies ensued? Hehe!
Redkins, but not the peanut and Native Indian variety?
I’m tired and weary, just took my sixth visit to the Porcelain Throne today. Oh, dearie me!
Take careski!