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Tuesday 6th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 6 Hydref 2020

National Do Something Nice Day

01:45hrs: I bestirred, to the combined calls for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. I almost casually exited the second-hand, c1968, rickety, none-working recliner, caught my balance, grabbed Metal-Mickey, and made my way to the wetroom. (I harboured the silly idea, of getting my head down again after the evacuations, what a plonker!) but it was not to be!

I got down on the raised seat and waited for some motion to begin. I quietly whistled a little… picked at my nose, then got the crossword book from the floor cabinet. A little later, the agony started! The usual activity, it stopped moments later, and I was left suffering, waiting again, and nothing happened for ages!

I even stood up and took photographs of the pins and plates. Still, no action!

Then, expeditiously, the evacuation almost shot out as if it were in an awful rush, kerplonk and sounds of disturbed water, and it was all over. The pain died down, and I let the relief flood over and through me!

Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids suffered, much bleeding. Got the Germoloid ointment used, and had a good clean up, and sanitising session.

Off to the kitchen, and took a Senna and sachet of Macrogol, with the morning’s medications. I must remember to ask Champion 500 metre runner, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), and Warden Deana to please ring the Chemist for me, to tell them I will not last for medications until next Saturday. Also, to ring the Doctors for me to book an appointment for the DHC checks. (It’s all go, gerrin’ old!) I had a good guzzle of the inept, not-up-to-par, weak, feeble, found-wanting, Peptac, as I could feel Duodenal Donald brewing up for an attack! It was so cold this morning, too. Well, I felt chilly, anyway.

I got on the computer, an awful lot of upgrading to do on Monday’s post. And…

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Argh! I hobbled hastily to the Throne and got seated, expecting the worst – and I was not disappointed either!

I was exasperated to find out, apart from things moving a lot quicker, the pain and discomfort were as bad as the last visit! Still, yer don’t like to complain, does yer. Hehehe!

Back to the computer, stupidly thinking I’d get a crack-on with this, and… Liberty Global Virgin media internet went down again. And they have just put up the cost of my internet and landline phone rentals gone up again!

As Virgin’s $19m earning, CEO Mike Fries said: Liberty Global’s agreement with Telefónica to combine Virgin Media and O2 in the UK presents a big chance to cross-sell products, including potentially targeting lower-end customers. What an unreliable, over-paid, avaricious, grasping, acquisitive, covetous, greedy, rapacious, mercenary, materialistic, Mafia-controlled, quomodocunquizing,  nasty-piece of work his! But I’ll not get into a slanging match, and name-calling (much!), over the parsimonious philargyrist, the Knackwrangler doesn’t bother me! Oh, no!

Fries is also Executive Chairman of Liberty Latin America (LLA), a leading broadband and mobile operator in Chile, Puerto Rico, the Caribbean and other parts of Latin America. LLA serves 11 million broadband, video, voice and mobile subscribers across 21 consumer markets and generates $3.9 billion of annualized revenue. LLA was split off from Liberty Global to focus purely on organic and strategic growth in the region. Fries also serves on the corporate boards of Grupo Televisa and Lionsgate Entertainment, and other money-grabbing Corporations. He’s even developed xyrophobia, judging by this picture?

And, don’t you go thinking that I am jealous of his beautiful wife, billions of $s invested and stashed away in offshore accounts, his $19m salary, him having hair or his good looks, either. Oh, no! I got carried away a smidge there, sorry. Where was I?

While Mr Fries pathetic service was down, I put the Canon camera on the charge.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, in between the odd wee-wee, and tried out the new jar-lid gripper tool, on a previously unopenable (for me anyway), a jar of Barton’s beetroot. Much to my surprise, it worked! I must let Amazon know about this, then they can put the price up. Like they seem to be doing lately on so many things that muggings here is interested in. Huh!

The internet came back on. (Please don’t CEO Fries know about this, he’ll only put the charges up again!) Spit!

So, after 4hrs-25m, I got the updating done for yesterday’s blog. I posted the blog to WordPress, sent off the Email link. Then as I was making a start on Facebook catching-up, I realised that I needed to get the Ablutions done, else I might miss the Iceland delivery, and I need to get to see Deana on a begging-for-help mission straight after the delivery. So, the computer was sent to Sleep-Mode, and off to the wet room.

Ablutions result, Report!: Too early to use the noisy shower, so had a stand-up wash. The teeth-cleaning was a little painful, I kept catching the cracked tooth, Tsk! One, I say, One dropsy!

The saving went well—one tiny cut of the ear-hole, and only four dropsies.

I got a bit keen on the body-scrubbing and set Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding, but very little pain caused. Two dropsies only!

The towelling, one dropsy and no bother, nae knocking anything over or off anything, and zero toe stubbings and walking into anything! Brilliant!

I took the photos on the right of the legs, with the Kodak, while the other camera was on charging. The first picture, I must have got the shales, cause I can’t recall meaning to take it! The legs looked in great condition. The leg ulcer was tingling a bit.

Now then, this Kodak is beating me. I found a total, out of seven shots, they had all been duplicated? Sone twice and two of them five times? I’m never going to cope with or understand this camera! Sob!

On leaving the wet room, I did a good job of hitting my right shoulder on the door frame. Ug!

Got dressed and the Iceland man cometh with the fodder. Good and early today. The Ragù had arrived, but no grated cheese – which I had planned, like last week, to spread a dollop of it on top of the tray, before cooking it. I got one of the meals in the fridge to start defrosting before cooking it late on. The other freezer bits went in the trays without any bother this week. The other stuff went in the fridge, apart from the apple pies. Then I got the much-belated Health Checks done. Better late than never, I suppose, Hey-ho and so what? Hahaha!

The SYs was still a smidge high, the other two readings seemed to be satisfactory, at least.

I got the kettle on for a brew of the delightfully tasty Thompsons Punjana tea.

Then, got the stick thermometer and tooketh the body temperature, with the scarily difficult to operate and understand Kodak camera. Note how bright all the pictures seem to be? However, the temperature ar 35.7°c was far higher than of late.

When it came to my sorting these photos out, I found two of the Sys BP, and five of the thermometer, all slightly different. They were taken on Auto, as well. What am I doing wrong? Grrr!

I got some waste bags made up, and tool them with me on my way top see Deana and Julie, the ILCs. Got the bags down the shaft without any hassle, and the lift down to the ground floor. I met and had a quick natter with Penny, nice gal she is.

Out and to the Wardens interrogation and strip search office, in Winwood Court. Hahaha! I ask Deana, and she said she’d phone them and let me know the appointment time. I thanked her and scooted (scooted, me? Hehe!), back to the apartment. No rain or wind yet. The weather was nice, too! (By gum, I’m in humour-mode today).

I got in, and back on the computer, and realised I’d forgotten to mention about the prescriptions not being delivered. Dang, blast, bother and Claptickleisations!

Moments later, the landline burst forth in tune and flashing. It was the pleasant District Matron Nurse, to ask many questions and wanting to know how I’m doing. This prompted my Stuttering Stephany replies.

Jackie was most patient with me. After many caring questions, we covered most of my ailments. She then asked if it was alright, for her to ask the Doctor if she would supply some ‘Keep the Stolls’ soft capsules on the monthly prescriptions, I thanked her and said, yes, please!

Then rang the Pharmacy for me about my not having enough medications to last until next Saturday, I’d expected them to arrive last Saturday. Bless her, she said she’d ring them for me and call back.

Later, Julie rang back. The prescriptions will be delivered, on Thursday, and she gave me a number to ring her on if had any problems. This made me feel proper cared-for! The Chemist, Deepak, is going to send me an email later. We spoke a little longer, and I thanked her and got the telephone number on my diaries straight after.

Then as I was still trying to get this blog started, I remembered, that Thursday is the day for one of my scans, bowel and bladder, or maybe both to be done? If the prescriptions do arrive, and I’m out, the problem is going to get more complicated than ever. So I rang the number the nurse gave me to explain the situation.

I got a recorded message that I could not understand, then some canned music, next a lady came on the line, but I could not hear what she was saying. After I mentioned this, her voice came clearer. I told her of my problem, and what had happened. She said she would pass on the message details. I thanked the lady and waited for a callback. (Which didn’t come)

Then Deana rang back, to tell me the appointment has been made for 31st October, at 11:25hrs. I thanked her furiously and got the date on the Google calendar.

Herbert was busy today, must be a big model he’s doing. Tap, tap, crunch! Hehe!

The Haemorrhoids gave me a signal that things were not right. Went sharpishly to the wet-room. To check things out, and the blood flowed! Changed the PPs, then washed and left the cloths soaking in disinfectant in the sink.

Then my thoughts turned top fodderisationing! I got the meal out of the fridge, and with no cheese delivered, I got the last of the cheese slices out, and covered the tray with them, left them out to defrost completely. Better than nowt!

Then I went on Your Area ENews, to search for up to date Coronavirus figures:

Tighter restrictions to stem the “worrying” rise in coronavirus cases in Nottingham are expected “on or before Friday”, the city’s public health director has said.

The news comes after a substantial surge in Covid-19 cases over the past few days, with the city’s infection rate currently around 382 per 100,000 people – Link: The sixth highest in the country.

Oh, flipping ‘eck!

It is long past my head-down time. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Weary William are making typing impossible without mistakes. Going to get the meal prepared.

The cannelloni ragù was burnt on the top, but that was the plan. It looked terrible. But tasted just fine. I added some beetroot on top of it, now I could get the lid off of the jar with the new tool – I’m sorry I bothered, very hard and tasteless beetroot! Not so the ragù, that was delicious. Taste-rating: 7.5/10.

Got the pots, such as they were, washed and a shirt hand-washed. I took these pictures with the Nikon, of the view from the kitchen window, the first three, then five minutes late, the other two. What a swift change.

Medications, including Senna, Macrogol, and walloped pathetic Peptac down my gullet.

As I was drifting off to sleep, no problem tonight, the old leg ulcer itched like crazy, it felt like I had maggots under the skin. Hehehe!

Zzzz!

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