Saturday 12th September 2020
Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 12fed Medi 2020
I think?
03:45hrs: I woke rather suddenly, with two expergefactor needed immediate attention – A wee-wee and even more urgently, to use the Porcelain Throne! The later was at the stage of making me nervous as to whether I’d make it to the wet-room in time. It was a panic-stations, injury-causing charge, to get free of the recliner, grab the stick, get my balance, and reach the Porcelain Throne before something escaped prematurely! And by heavens, it was a white-knuckle of a close call!
The evacuation began before my bum had made contact with the raised plastic seat! The whole operation was over in a couple of minutes, considering yesterday’s forty-minutes it took! The pain was far less than yesterday, no mess, and only a little bit of bleeding. (I should have been ready to go into a Smug-Mode, but I didn’t, ’cause in haste to get here in time, I got entangled with the stick as I opened the door in my panic, and gave my right shoulder a hefty thump against the doorframe!) And it was stinging something awful! Hey-ho!
It was almost a pleasure to clean myself up and was a quicker job than it had been for a few days now. So I allowed myself a tiny Smug-Mode, after all. Changed the PPs, getting a bit low on them now. Then, off almost in a contented mood, to the kitchenette.
As I entered, I thought ‘Gawd Blimey, the Hum is loud this morning, the loudest its ever been! And so different, I stood still (apart from Peripheral Neuropathy inspired shaking right-leg, of course), and soon realised when I opened the window to take photographs of the morning view, that this noise was not the dreaded ‘Hum’. Once I got my head out of the window, I could hear the Hum, and it was not too loud at all? Confused, I took a photo in two modes on the Nokia. The wind was not over-strong, but it was flipping cold with it!
Then, I had a hobble around the flat to see where this mystery Humming was coming from. It was the loudest in my mini-hallway? So I opened the door, and it became louder than ever. Maybe it is some machinery from the rooftop plant rooms? If I can hear it, what about the poor devils on the higher floors? If indeed it was coming from above, of course. I’ll have a read of the Winwood Heights on Facebook later, to see if anyone mentions it.
I returned to the kitchen, made a brew of Glengettie Gold, took the medications. (Remembering to separate the before and after eating-food tablets, and midday ones – [Massive Smug-Mode-Engaged]) Hahaha! Then got the Health Checks done.
Oh, dear, dear, dearie me! The .sphygmomanometer showed an even higher Sys reading this time, of 168. I mentioned the high BP to nurse Caroline; they might address it at the St Ann’s Health Centre when I have the bladder and bowel scans.
Still, the stick thermometer gave a decent figure for me. Either 33.1 or 7°c. Which is a tad higher than it has been of late, methinks.
I took the brew with me to the computer and got it started. My best intentions and plans of what needed doing in which order soon went out of the window! The first part went alright, and I got the photos from yesterday uploaded, checked and resized them, and went to move onto updating yesterday’s diary. But I got sidetracked when I noticed a picture of the Sock-Glide then got an idea for doctoring it into a funny one, which was too strong for me to resist!
I lost a couple of hours plus on CorelDrawing, creating the graphic. I then had the brainwave to do a funny poem with it and use it as a stand-alone post. Luckily I resisted making up the ode yet, and brought myself back under semi-control of the brain, and then got on with the updating, else I’d be late doing the ablutions. Tsk! I got myself into a pother there!
By now, the ablutions had to be done, in case the walking frame or Rehabilitation Nurse called me. Both are due to happen today or Sunday, they tell me. So, I need to get the ablutions done before either arrives.
Another fantastically injury-free session it was too! I have to say, the leg ankle and foot ulcer was looking far better this morning. The toes seemed to have warper with the Colin Cramps and Arthur Itis, I imagine to be to blame for that. And a new growth was coming up on the left side of the right foot. Still, variety is the spice of life, as some twit said.
Painless teeth-cleaning – No, repeat, No, shaving cuts or nicks! Okay, a fair few of the dropsies shaving, mind. The showering did cause a few Whoopsies and Accifaupas, but not any toe-stubbings, or dropped shower-head! A smirk creeps across my triple-chinned face, dimples develop, as a semi-smile emerges, and the head shakes gently with pride!
I got myself all medicationalised, then thought I was in need of the Porcelain Throne again. I got the crossword book and seated, awaiting the motion to start. But nothing moved, other than wind. Mmm?
Off to make up a bag or two for the chute, and get the pod peas podded, pronto.
This bag looked a lot fresher than yesterday’s did. I got it opened, just as SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley gave me a bashing, but no bother, I used the 
picker-upper to collect the fallen peas and returned them to the bog, no, bag, on the wheeled server tray. Schluberduberski!
I got a few more actual peas from this bag. And, just one pea lost, shot off somewhere too quickly for me to see it.I’ll have a look later, I might find those that disappeared yesterday as well. Humph!
The clouds were looking attractive.
Very late on, I managed to get the diary updating finished. Hurrah! Pinterested some snaps used. Emailed the link. On to Facebooking catch-up.
Time is running out now, but I must get some TFZer graphics created; I’ve only got one left to use.
So, on to CorelDrawing again, before I fall asleep, I feel so suddenly drained. Poor old thing. Hehe!
Hello, that sounds like someone knocking on my door. Not ringing the bells, must be a stranger? I’ll investigate. Nope, no one was around. It might have been Herbert doing his models for charity, or some poor soul dropping something.
I must get graphicalising, but I’ll make a brew of Extra Strong Assam first.
Failed again, instead of graphics, I made a funny blog in rhyme, about the Sock-Glide. Got it posted off.
Too tired to do owt else now. Hours passed my usual head-down time. I’ll get some nosh made and eaten.
The old memory got a smidge vague here. I’m sure I rang Jenny hile I was making the meal, but can’t find any notes, that I usually scribble to remember and use later. I’m almost sure it was because I suddenly recalled that I had forgotten to ring to thank her for the tomatoes yesterday. I did find some scribbling on the small pad in the morning, that I usually keep on the Ottoman, next to the £300, second-hand, c1968, puke-making, beige-coloured, rickety, not working, rusty recliner, but they were indecipherable. I’ll give Jenny another ring tomorrow, to see if anything arrangement-wise, or decisions were taken during the phone call – or even if I did ring her at all. I shouldn’t try to make calls so late in the day for me. Proper-Sad, innit?
The meal came out looking fine and tasty, a reet-treat. I’m almost sure I enjoyed it.
Washed up and took the evening medications.
Then tried for some Sweet-Morpheous searching, a futile gesture. I was so weary and tired too, but I was still belatedly laid there, over three-hours after getting my head down! Cragknackles!
04:10hrs: Well, what a waking up it was this merry morning! I was in a depressive state of clinomania, on a right-downer. Sensing that this phenomenon was due to a dream I’d been having, but not certain. The Thought-Storms began, and this only confused me more than ever. By the time I’d jumped to another worry, I’d forgotten the previous fear or concern that I had been battling with… a soupçon of sadness, too – but what at? Blurblecrubs!
I got there before the main show, and after the pathetic tinkling wee-wee, I washed and had to divert from putting on the new PP’s, and get sat down for a Porcelain Throne session. But things were as solid as a rock, the movement nudged and stuck, but the pain continued, yet again. Lucky Sod Me!
I was sat sitting there on the Throne for about fifteen minutes. Just too painful for me to try and rush things along, so I got the crossword book out. Do you know, I got more answers in that sat-there time than I have for weeks! Amidst the agony of each innards-controlled edging things along, I found myself singing ♫ ‘Bring me sunshine, in your smile, Bring me laughter, all the while, In this world where we live, There should be more happiness, So much joy you can give, To each brand new bright tomorrow ♫ (Can’t remember any other words, Hehe!) 
The last long agonising evacuation was even more painful, but that did not stop me singing to myself, and even trying to whistle while I washed, medicated the rear end, and got new PPs on. 
I limped rather steadily to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on and then got the stick thermometer to take my temperature with. Using the Kodak camera. I did the usual and took a photo of the reading. 
Stand-Up Wash: Pretty good, and I think that the old ankle ulcer, is getting paler again, but still spreading out as if it wants Lebensraum! Haha” Not pleased with this new camera! Of course, it will most likely be something I’m doing wrong, Humph! 
Reflux Roger in making me a little uncomfortable. Criggleblogsworthisms!
All looked good, and I made my way to the door again. I found another hand-delivered letter reminding us all on the 12th, and 13th floors, that the screeding (Screeding a floor is a simple act of applying a well-blended mixture of Ordinary Portland Cement with graded aggregates and water to a floor base, in order to form a sturdy sub-floor that is capable of taking on the final floor finish or act as a final wearing surface) was being done on Tuesday next, the 15th September. 
I got to the waste chute room and deposited the small black bags down the shaft, problem-free. (Smug-Mode-Adopted) Got the lift down to the ground floor, and had the pleasure of having a little mini-chinwag with Frank and Doris. 
Then out and put the big bag near the bin. By gum, it was windy out there, not cold with it, mind you. I limped with the trolley-guide along Chestnut Walk to the Winnwood Court main entrance and made my way inside. Said my hellos to Wardens Julie and the new gal. (I think Deana is on 
holiday)
As I opened the door to manipulate the trolley guide in, and yet another Hand-posted letter had been delivered. This one was about giving each tenant a chance to vote for one of three flooring options that we fancy A B or C. Box to post back, in the ground floor lobby.
odd tap-tapping, while I updated this blog. 
I had been referred to them by Caroline of the falls team. After a lot of her trying to find me a place that is open at the moment, the Sherwood one is still closed, and her efforts found me an appointment for me to have a bladder and bowel scan done. The only place available was St Anne’s Health Centre, and she got me an appointment for 10:15hrs, on October 15th. (I think). She will send me a letter, with a lengthy questionnaire (she warned me) in it, for me to fill in, and a leaflet about the procedures I’m to go through. Gulp! 
Back sorting out the meal again. For once, I remembered to take the before-eating medications, leaving the after-meals ones for later. I’ve not done this for ages, I must make more effort on this in future!
02:30hrs: I felt absolutely disconsolate at another almost totally sleepless night, and decided to give up trying, and get up! 
As I entered the wet room, I stopped the singing of Ricky Nelson’s version of ‘Well my bucket a hole in it!’, as I gave myself one hell of a brutal, cruel toe-stubbing on the chair which supported the danged-nabbed sock-glide! Arrrgh! This seemed to bring on the pains on the souls of the right foot and ankle areas, just as they were yesterday. 
Fancy that, I said!
More old favourite songs and tunes came to voice as I was taking this photo of the morning view, Adam Faith, ‘The time has come’, Ricky’s ‘It’s up to you’ and whichever group it was that made a cover of ‘A little bit of soap’, amongst overs, flowed unmelodically from throat.
Another stroke of good luck when I did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Amazingly the SYS had gone down to 140! Wunderbar!
actual reading was. 
As SSS calmed down, the whatever is in in the ankle began to get real tender, I took a look at it. Looks like it feels in this picture, tender. It even makes me jump when the legs of the trousers catch against it. Tsk! Worrisit? Surely it can’t be the Clopidogrel allergy. Because that has never hurt, Mmm? 
I started to update the Wednesday Inchcock, and SSS, NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), and Reflux Roger were a bit of a nuisance and cost me a lot of time checking and correcting. But I got it finished at long last. 
I don’t think that the annoying ‘Hum’ has been so loud for such a long time, ever before! I keep wanting to have a look outside to see if there are any fire engines with their pumps in use, its sounds just like it.
I got the fresh peas podded and in the saucepan. Then scrubbed some potatoes and got them in the crock-pot, with soy sauce and the fish vinegar. 
I’d almost got the medicationing finished, and the landline rang out. I made it in time, it was my heroine Jenny. She said she’s left some tomatoes for me, home-grown from a relative, for me. We laughed when I told her where I was, when she called on me, Hahaha! I thanked her for thinking of me. ♥ 
Back to the wet room again, just furuncular cream to apply now. 
piece back down onto my bulbous stomach, and dribbled down onto Little Inchy as it broke up. I got it all cleaned up, but it was not easy getting back up again from the floor after getting things sorted. Tsk! 
Got the fodder prepped and eaten. The tomatoes from Jenny were okay, the yellow ones were marvellous. I ate it all up but struggled to stay awake to do so.
It was a hand posted letter from Nottingham City Homes, reminded us of the creeding being done on Tuesday 15th September, and we have to either leave the flat before 08:00hrs and not return until the work has been completed, or remain in the apartment until we are advised the jobs done, and the concrete dried. Fair enough! 
01:55hrs: I woke with stomach-ache and started sneezing. Then the need of a wee-wee arose, so I struggled up and out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured recliner, and utilised the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). For another RSS (Reluctant-Slow-Sprinkly) release. 
To the kitchen, cleaned the bucket, and I took a snap of the morning’s view from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window. 
Back to the kitchenette, and got the gear out of the medical drawer, and started the Health Checks with the stick thermometer. Blimus, the temperature has shot up this morning, to 36.7°c, the highest it’s been for many months. 
The sphygmomanometerisationing results were much betterer, though. The SYS had tumbled down to 139, an unexpected improvement there then. Took the meds.
A decent session overall, with no walking into or banging against any door frames, cupboards or even the sock-glide. While I was coming out. Toe-Stubbings avoided! The ankle ulcer was clearing up, but spreading out a smidge? 
I got the hand-washing seen to next. 
I sorted out the small black waste bags, and big white recycling one and was about to get them onto the three-wheeled walker, and a third mad rush to the Porcelain Throne was needed.
I washed and medicated things in need, and got the bags loaded on the walker. 
I risked making a mug of Glengettie, as the tummy was more settled now. Then decided to have Glengettie Gold instead, as it is a milder flavour, just in case the innards kicked-off again. But they didn’t get any worse as and after I drank it. 
Working on this computer for a while, and I heard a voice ring out from the hallway. I recognise it straight away, it was the beautiful, highly desirous, charming, kind, sweet, caring, empathetic, loin-moving, beneficent, appealing, heartwarming Nurse, Hristina, came to do my blood test. 
Limped onto the balcony, and saw the puffer clouds, I think that’s what they are called, with the terraces of the flats silhouetted, and returned to get the Nikon to take a shot of the beautiful view. 
The Morrison delivery is due shortly. I got the meal ready and served, to eat cold after the shopping has arrived. A simple snack, for a simpleton to savour, Hehehe! 
I got the bags into the kitchenette, but I did walk into the door frame taking the last bag through the hallway. The right shoulder, as is normal, bore the brunt, and it made me grunt! Hehe! I sorted the bags out one by one. I put the treats for Jenny away. ♥
In the next bag, a rare mixture again, bananas, fresh pod peas, tarts, and two bottles of washing-up liquid. 
The fresh-food carriers had some delightful looking items in them. T
I waited a couple of minutes in case he did. He didn’t, thankfully. 
04:00hrs: I woke up, to the well-established, wee-wee wanting, and wrestled my whale-like body from the not working, uncomfortable, second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety, rusting, sickenly beige-coloured, recliner. I caught my balance and made for the wet room. For some reason, I’d not got the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in situ? 
The pathetic wee-wee of sorts was back to an RSHH (Reluctant-Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) effort, with an extraordinarily long AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) that took far too long, to my thinking. No early call to the Porcelain Throne, though just like yesterday?
usual tummy pains that I get just before any evacuation. So I felt confident enough to carry on with the Health Checks, but not overly so. With virtual crossed-fingers! 
fair one, methinks? Not so the Health Checks on the BP sphygmomanometer, see the SYS? Crikey, that’s high! I wondered maybe the excitement of yesterdays escape from the lock-down to town had some effect on it? I was undoubtedly in a more comfortable frame of mind this morning. Mmm?
I washed and got some potatoes in the crock-pot, with a drop of the Squid brand fine fish sauce vinegar added. No need for salt, because the sauce has Anchovies in it. Bootiful! 
I went to get the ablutions done. A standing up at the sink session today, the Iceland order was coming soon. Still, it went fairly well for once! A few dropsies, one tiny-weeny nick shaving, nowt knocked over, and even the medicationing went well! Superb!
I had another look out of the window, and down to Chestnut Walk. Aha, a red car parking naughtily! Or maybe not, he or she might just be turning around. Did you see that? I’m not jumping to conclusions! Temporary- Smug-Mode-Adopted! 
I made brew of Glengettie, and took it with me to the computer, to make a start on this blog. 
decided to get the washing done. A long job and SSS made me spill a fair drop of water as I wrang out the clothes after washing. Granglespithowlations! 
Not that this has anything at all whatsoever to do with my fear of using the harrowing, Accifauxpa guaranteed, blood-producing, metal, sock-glide of course! Ahem! 
The Iceland chap arrived with the food order. Friendly bloke he was, dropped the stuff through the door for me. Thanked him and slipped him a can of G & T, and got the things through to the kitchenette. They had substituted mini apple pies with apple and blackberry ones. (Not for me, I don’t like blackberries). And had not got any muffins in stock. 
Got the nosh prepared and served up. Horrible is the best word to describe this culinary catastrophe! 
I left most of it, apart from the spuds, that is. A wise move, I think. 
To the main room, and took another picture with the Nikon, through the balcony windows. 
00:15hrs: I woke with some lingering memories of dreams I’d been having, and fumbled to get the notepad and pen, to write down what I could recall of them. But by the time I’d dropped the pad, and got myself sorted out ready to scribble, the memory box had lost everything about the dream! 
I poddled to the kitchenette, and the view through the hanging washing covered, new light & view-blocking windows, revealed the moon in miniature again. So I got the Kodak PixPro AZ 651 bridge-camera, (sounds all posh dunnit?) and took a shot in the Aperture-Priority mode. Not too bad! 
At the most inopportune moment, just as I was pouring the tea, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a good shaking, and I dropped knocked the mug over! Boiling water and hot tea went all over the counter, down the cupboard doors onto the floor. I thought how lucky I had been in not getting injured or scolded, and in the midst of cleaning up the mess, a sneaky Smug-Mode began coming on, but not for long!
Aha! The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room. 
I went on the balcony to take some shots of the morning as it brightened up somewhat. 
treatment. I’ll ring him in the morning to see how it went. 
The mood in town was one of depression, that’s the only word to use. I have never seen Nottinghamians so dispirited in my life! 
I got off of the bus, called in Poundland, and came out after spending just £12.50, and limped to Milton Street, going in the Bargain Shop. I only spent £5.77 in there, so many things not available, but I did get the black washing liquid, still on a bargain price with a few other items, that were not essential. 
A photographing hobble around down the depressing Clinton Street, right along Long Row, and up Queen Street to the bus stop home. 
I got off of the bus without any bother. Alright! I caught my right knee on the trolley as it did its own thing lowering it to the pavement. It set Arthur Itis off for the rest of the day. Humph! Not that it mattered much, I was not going anywhere or doing anything productive much in the state I was in, Shackumed! 
I say do nothing, I did make a large meal, and ate nearly all of it. 
He bought three things, none of them needed,
He hobbled along Milton Street then,
Sadly, he made his way to the end,
A photo of Pelham Street he did take,
Long Row, too, where he took some more,
Off towards his bus stop in the Slab Square,
The rain came down, he took shelter from it, 
En route, Slab Square was photographed, 
He sheltered from the sudden rain, 
TFZers in the ‘Cool-It-Cabin’ ♥
04:00hrs: After a miserable three-hours kip, I woke, with draughts coming in through the new balcony door, and making my shiver a tad. Nowt to be done about it, Warden Deana has reported the sliding door either coming off of the runner or about to collapse, to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance department. The door cannot be closed or locked either. Tsk! 
I got down on the plastic raised seat, and the wee-wee began trickling slowly, but persistently. Followed while still in motion, by a sharp, painful, ‘will-I-split-open’, evacuation! The damp thud as the product all in one gigantic torpedo clumped into the WC, I felt the water splash up, wetting my lower regions, and I removed my body from the seated position with haste, not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering. Haha! 
crock-pot, with some fish vinegar/sauce. 
And what a kerfuffle it was getting it even understood, let alone doing the changes. 
the computer chair, at least the shape was right, just lucky, I’d not got the foggiest idea what I was doing, apart from messing everything up, that is.
I cleared the top of the floor cabinet again, with the towel while drying. And it took me yonks to find where the Germaloid tube had fallen to. Somehow it ended up on the floor behind the WC, and it got wedged between a disinfectant and bleach bottle. Humph! 
es, and an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but I didn’t go over! Quite cheered me up that! 
d made up three black rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute room, As I was coming out of the room, it was as if someone had turned on the dreaded, annoying, piss-taking ‘Hum’!
I got on with serving up Josie’s nosh, got it plated and on the tray. I was well-pleased with low the cheesy potatoes had come out. I’d added the usual Leicester cheese and sea salt, I added a knob of butter, chives, onions and chives from the spring onions. LAst of the fresh garden peas, boneless smoked mackerel fillers, Surami sticks, gherkins, and tomatoes. A strawberry and cream mousse, and low-calorie chocolate noughat bar, and a can of pink Gin and hit.
Got it delivered dead on time again, (as chefs go, I’m not too bad).
While I was out there, with finger bleeding, I thought I’d take a picture of the car park at the end of Chestnut Walk. (Billumski in Ohio, see that, 3 black and Red pap-paps today)
spotted that the Woodthorpe Ankle-Snappers park was open and in use. So I opened the glass window with the lethal spring clip, again.
Did a few hours of updating this post, and the weariness dawned. So, I’d better get the meal sorted out while I am able. 
Sweet Morpheus came quickly. And I slept through four unbroken hours, without any wakings or calls for wee-wees! Great!