Inchcock – Tuesday 15th September 2020: A day of confusions, inopinables and frustrations!

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Tuesday 15th September 2020

Greek: Τρίτη 15 Σεπτεμβρίου 2020

02:30hrs: A befuddled brain greeted me as I stirred into ersatz life. Through the mind’s fog of haziness, came the reminder that today is a stay-in-the flat one. (The 12th-floor’s lift and flat lobbies are being screeded today, so we had been given the choice, from Nottingham City Homes to either sod-off-out, and don’t come back until the job is done and dried enough, or to stay in the apartment until we are told we can leave) I opted for staying in, let’s face it, it’s not much of a change for me, from what it’s been like for the last six months or so. Hehe! I hope there are no fire-alarm activations.

The demand for a wee-wee arose, and I could feel the bladder’s intentions of leaking some PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling). So, I grappled to get my wobbly, overlarge, adipose, avoirdupoisly flabby and flobby stomached-body free of the recliner, and to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in time. I made it, but only just! Phew! The mode of wee-wee was a change from recent visits to the bucket have been. A rare VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) type!

The effects of the splashbacks meant a good cleaning up and disinfecting of certain areas as required.

Off to the wet room to take a photograph of the morning view, and for the clean-up, then to the kitchenette, to get the Health Checks done, and morning tablets took. I used the Aperture-Priority setting for the picture taken from the kitchen window.

I found pleasingly, that the SYS sphygmomanometer reading was down at last, to 148. Much betterer than of late! I got the kettle filled and plugged in, got a tasty Thomsons Punjana teabag in the mug. 

Then I searched around for the stick thermometer, it had fallen behind some boxes of tablets in the drawer, the little monkey! Hehehe! Amazing, another good result. The temperature had gone up to its highest level for months? Right up[ to 35.7°c (78.25°f), much nearer the required level.

I had a close look at the feet. The new growth on the top of the right foot was no worse. The ankle ulcer scar was much more lacklustre and fainter. I did see some new papule spots appearing on both patches (ankle and top of the right foot), but they don’t last long as a rule.

I made the brew, took the medications and off to the computer. I had received an email from Lisa, in Ohio. She’d sent some photographs of the cats, past and present. I’ll ask he is she minds if I put them on a blog. Then got down to the long, drawn-out, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing and making things difficult with typing, hard work, updating yesterday’s diary. Took me far too long!

But, hopefully, I should not get interrupted with any deliveries or callers today, with the 12th-floor being cut-off from visitors for a few hours. Hope I can catch-up later.

Went on the WordPress reader section. Sent the link off. Updated the photo albums on Facebook.

On CorelDraw to get some page-top graphics done. I must get some in advance! Course Wednesday is going to be a busy-busy day, for Inchcock. Fire Alarm repair by Nottingham City Homes. Warfarin Nurse to take the blood sample, and I must remember to take the Warfarin tablets at the right time; if I remember. Also, l must call the opticians to see when the goggles will be available for fitting and collection. Caroline, the falls-team nurse is calling to test and sort out the new walker-frame. And the Sainsbury order is arriving late again this week. So sleep is bound to be another struggle! persuading Sweet Morpheous to join me will not be easy. Humph!

I’m having difficulties at the moment, with the hearing too, for no known reason that I can find. Hearing this morning is far worse than usual, and I keep shivering, and it’s not cold at all in here?

It would be nice if something happened that just might make me feel a smidge ecstasiate! Ah, well! Onwards!

Oh, heckithump! I’ve not done the ablutions yet! Change of plans, off to the wet room, then!

As I got in through the wetroom door, without any hitting or walking into anything, I might add, and with a contented smirk on my treble-chinned face, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

This visit to the Throne was a little different. I fully expected a rock hard-struggle and got the crossword book out ready. But no! Things went so quickly, painfully still, mind, not messy, not stinky, but the released product was massive!

It seems the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, 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 mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock’ Grobleknackerbangles!

Then, of course, the cistern did not cope with getting rid of the waste product at all. I spent ages, refilling the tank by hand, and reflushing, oddly the toilet paper as well as the poo-poo would not clear. Even after four tries. I’ll give it a go again after the ablutions are done. It’s all go, being aged and living here!

: The teeth-cleaning was not painful, no cut gums, and only one dropsy!

: The shaving was only bit more bother, though; two cuts, three dropsies, and I cracked my right elbow against the damned sock-glide retrieving the foam spray can!

: Showering went tremendously well. No dizzies, no clouting any body parts, or toe-stubbing against anything either! A few dropsies of the shower gel, soap and loofa.I was well-pleased with the ablutionising up to now.

Aware that anything can happen still, I took extra care in the towelling off, and that went smoothly, too! This is great!

The medicationalisationing received even more care and patience from me… I did have a bad moment when the Germoloid cream was applied, a bit of balance-loss, but no real bother! I just had to adopt a Smug-Mode, Defcon Two-level!

: The freshening up and dressing caused the only real hassle of the whole session, right at the end. Grumph! Getting the fresh PPs on, and I lost my balance again lifting the leg up to get it into the pants, I turned quickly (for me), to use the shower chair to grab a hold off for stability. I misjudged the distance, (no glasses on), and clouted my left elbow this time, on the door frame.

Of course, it didn’t hurt at all, and I didn’t spit! Also, I refrained from using any bad language. Ahem!

I had a go at flushing the WC again, it needed two more, but I think things might be gone, now. I’ll nip back in a bit to check it again.

I noticed as I was struggling to get the slippers back on, that the new whatever it is coming on top of the right foot, seemed to be getting a little more noticeable. 

I wonder what it is?

I got to the kitchenette and got the kettle on for a mug of Glengettie Gold tea. Took the midday tablets.

Then I got on the step-ladder to lean out of the light & view-blocking, thick-framed new (obviously devised by a photographer, old-people-hating, overpaid, and germaphobia suffering) window designer. 

Herbert was tap-tapping and knocking away again, I’d love to know what he is making up there. Maybe its a model of the Sistine Chapel, a full-size pyramid or a pipe-bomb? Hahaha!

Got an update about Nottingham Coronavirus.Not looking good.

Well, the graphicalisationing went slow, Tsk! After hours, I’d only got two more done. I’m tired and have to keep awake for the food delivery coming. I can’t make-up and take the rubbish bags, because no one has told me if I can go out or not yet (04:40hrs) in the foyers?

I can’t take the carpet that needs taking up either. I’m weary and growing grumpy. The normal routine then!

I got some nosh prepared, and it was passable. Taste Rating: 6½/10.It was eaten slowly, during which, it dawned on me that I had got the dates mixed up for the Sainsbury order, thinking it was coming tonight, not tomorrow, the mind was in a terrible state of disorder.

I got the pots washed, took the evening medications as per instructions, and got down in search of Sweet Morpheus. It was like, a miracle; if that’s not too strong a word, I dropped off into the bliss of sleep within twenty minutes or so! Super!

The door chimes rang out waking me up, Oh, dearie me, again! I tried to ignore them, but they persisted, and I had to drag my elephantine body from the warmth and pleasure of sleep, to the door. It was Josie, once again calling late for me, to return the Sunday lunch things and some more uneatable (diabetes), chocolate biscuits for me! I realised as I was lip-reading what she was saying, that I only had my PP’s on! Embarrassment flowed!

Josie really can’t remember about me getting me head down early every day, it’s every week that she wakes me up, often more than once, but with the best of intentions. She forgets about my diabetes and brings me nibbles that I’m not supposed to eat nowadays, in thanks for the Sunday lunch, bless her. It’s not doing me a lot of good, because I can never get back to sleep again. I thanked the gal, and decided to take some photo’s of the screeded floor in the flats lobby, I was feeling wide awake, now! Tsk!

I’m not sure if the new flooring will go in the lobby areas or not. The mind was now, too active for Sweet Morpheous.

Poor Josie, we both suffer from bad memories, and I was coping with the discomfiture of answering the door, half-asleep and wearing only the PP’s, as well! What a pair we are! Between us, we could write a script for an old peoples comedy series. Hehehe!

I did eventually get back to sleep, but it took an aeon or two! Humbug & Grumblecronkackers!