A simple bus ride to fetch my Spectacles
Not on your life, talk about things going wrong!
The things you will read on this so-called true-funny blog of mine,
Really are true, and challenge my sanity and mind,
Please persist reading, and you will find,
Why I have logicality, hopelessness and despondencies entwined!
Off to Sherwood to collect my glasses,
I’ll call on Jenny and Doris, such lovely lasses,
I’ll leave them a treat, containing molasses,
Might get a chinwag with whoever passes?
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Caught the lift down with no problem at all,
Left the bag, hope they have a ball,
Returned to lift lobby hall,
Catching the elevator, not easy at all,
I was so frustrated and appalled,
25 minutes later, the lift responded to my call!
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Rushing out to Chestnut Walk, slipped and broke my shoe,
Clouted it on the walker’s wheel, surely there is some good luck due?
But what made me saddest, was the bus had departed, early too!
So, all het-up now, I legged-it, passed-wind, and feared wanting a poo!
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On Winchester Street, The walker ran away from me,
I chased it, and is facticity,
I wedged it against a box for electricity,
To take this phot, but not with enough adequacy,
I stopped it again but with inefficacity,
No doubt about it, this was going to be a trip of paucity!
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I got down the hill, energy’s what I did lack,
I must get the bus up the hill going back,
I called on two shops to get cleaner and a snack,
Off to the optician’s, the one drawback,
I was wearing a sort of anorak,
I was so hot, but didn’t hold back,
Got in the shop, and took the receptionist flak,
I was late, it seems was her crack!
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I had a long wait to be seen,
Not that I was all that keen,
£300 to pay, never again to be seen,
Crosswording while I waited,
The receptionist called me to be seen,
The lady dealt with me, glasses were fitted,
I got quite jolly-fully contented and witted,
Until it came time to pay, the nI was fritted!
I’d forgotten my pin number again,
I think the lady thought of me; “What a Pain!”
From crying out loud, I did refrain,
She got the money through, this seemed diaphane,
How I don’t know, so I asked her, it felt germane,
I didn’t understand her, and felt a right dumb-brain,
Thanked her, pretending to understand, I did mislain,
Still, she didn’t moan or complain!
Then out and up the hill, to catch the bus again!
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I had to doge another Pavement Cyclist, he gave me a fright,
I was too tired to comment or get into a fight,
I’d run out of the Kryptonite!
Would I make the walk home up the fearsome hill? I might!
Down to the traffic light corner,
And the bus passed by, I was too late!
I checked the next ones time and date,
40 minutes, too long to stand and wait,
So I set off, limping, with an unsteady gait!
The hill looked a fearsome sight,
The prospect of climbing it, made me feel uptight,
Sorry that I didn’t wait for the bus, I felt contrite!
Anyone seeing me struggle up the road must have seen a sickening sight,
I was sure the gradient was gaining height?
The hobble home seemed infinite
At the top of Winchester, the parkers made things tight,
For breakfast, I should have had some Marmite,
The time went by slowly, and things went quite,
Somehow, up the last part of the hill, I did expedite,
To see a harrowing sight,
The 40 bus arriving, some tenants did alight,
My energy was drained completely now, flat!
Didn’t have the energy for eating my cervelat,
Must not fall asleep, I’ll have to do summat,
I got back to the apartment, Zzzz; that was that!
After this abysmal, Whoopsiedangle-ridden trip, the poor old twit, did have fleeting thoughts of a suicidal nature. but he did not act on them – He fell asleep! Haha!
A Straight Six-Hours Kip! Yee-ha! 
PIP, (Proximal Interphalangeal Pain) in the right hand’s little finger joints, has never been more tender and painful, I hand to use the left hand to carry the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Where I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne the instant that I’d cleaned the bucket. Just as well that I was so close to the Throne. The bowel-controlled movement was again, rapid, painful, 
and this time a little messy! a stomach ache began after the evacuation had finished. An oddly most happening, that was? 
The stick thermometer indicated that once again, the body-temperature was above 35°c, I can’t tell what the last figure is, a three or a five, I assume. Either of them is a good enough result for me. 
‘Hum’ grow in volume as I was getting the medication things out of the drawers. The sphygmomanometer SYS reading was again far too high! 
I took a snap of the view towards Nottingham and I had to nip back to the wetroom, for a wee-wee. This time it was back to the old regular, CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) style. It took a good while to finish, and a smidge of Diabetes insipidus, after-dribbling. 
I made a brew, and got on the computer, and spent a few hours doing the updating of yesterday’s diary. Weirdly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working like they did before the stroke? Perfectly! They started off later on, of course! 
: The worst thing was when I stubbed my toe against the shower chair. 
Naturally, it didn’t bother me in the least. Ahem! 
I got dressed and had an odd breakfast, of an apple and some potatoes leftovers from the fridge.
Down to the ground floor. Noticing the patchwork on the new lift-lobby, newly screeded floor. Hope it holds when they have the new flooring fitted, I don’t fancy falling through 12 storeys. Hahaha! Only joking of course. 
I called in the ILC’s office on the way to the bus stop, but no one was in. 
I took the medications, and noticed as I stripped for kip – the right leg, (the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke affect right-side of the body), had gone pale and bright, compared to the left leg?