Inchcockski – Thurs 15 Oct 2020: Not doing well urninationally speaking, Hehe! Worra long day, too!

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Thursday 15th October 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 15 Dàmhair 2020

02:00hrs: I stirred slowly into a pseudo-life-form, and the sound from the World-Wide ‘Hum’, was horrific! But this ‘Hum’ was forgotten when the need for the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee arrived. The wee-wee being the more urgent – the risk of an escapage was apparent.

I hastily hauled my wobbly heavily-stomach ladened body from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, got Metal Micky (four-pronged walking stick) and off to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Again it had been well-used, so after taking the pathetic, weak, wee-wee, that started with a flourish, but almost immediately died down to a few dribbles (Tsk!), I took the bucket with me to the wet-room, for cleaning and sanitising, after the throne session is finished.

After the last few Porcelain trips, I was feeling somewhat, a smidge nervous, that Constipation Konrad would give me agony again! Which he did! But not a patch on the previous visits. So much quicker, I was able to push things on a little and was much less painful without a doubt. Not a single drop or smear of blood! And I went into an almost pietistic Smug-Mode was adopted! Especially when I’d grabbed the crossword book, and didn’t have time to use it! Hehehe!

But, I was wary of this bit of good fortune, I usually pay for getting into any form of near contentedness or gratification, in some way. So I was cautious doing the cleaning up and medicationing by going through the two doorframes to the kitchen, with trepidation and expectancy of the next Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop. But I got through them both safely, without any toe stubbings, hitting my right shoulder against the wooden frame, and without a single loss of balance or Dizzy Dennis bother!

I took a photo of the right leg, in particular the ankle ulcer, which seemed to be fading fast for some reason. I bet it will be back, all vivid again later. The Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) area around the patella looked a little nasty. But hardly any pain with it?

As I was getting the things out for the Health Checks, I had a spot of apaesthesia on my right side limbs, and very nearly dropped the BP machine. At least the results were a lit better today. SYS was well down, the Pulse a little higher. Pleased!

The stick thermometer showed relatively low again. But, it’s been lower a couple of times this month. It’s all very confusing, innit? Hahaha!

When it came to the medications, of course, there were no Omperasole capsules, with me taking it last night to ease Duodenal Donald’s attack. Still, it seemed to work; he was nowhere near as bothersome this morning.

I made a brew and noticed that the bottle of weak Peptac medicine had been emptied. Now, this was even more worrying. Because I’m sure that last night there was some left in the bottle, confident that I thought well they’ll be enough for tomorrow. Not that it is anything to panic about, it’s that useless and weak, totally not up to the job. And soon, the Germoloid supply will run out; I can’t remember if I put any on the Morrison order or not, I know I meant to, Humph! 

Back on the graphics, and the internet failed again. I’m getting fed up to the back teeth with this!

I nipped into the kitchenette to get some potatoes in the crock-pot for later on. Much later on, cause the Morrison order, or is it Sainsbury’s? should be coming twixt 17:30 > 18:30hrs tonight. I really mustn’t nod off again!

The danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet kept going on and off all day long! I got the latest local Coronavirus figures cone through in an email. At least the infection rate is coming down. But, is still at +46% increase, compared to the previous week.

The ankle ulcer was doing some itching, so I took a look at it when I went for one of the endless wee-wees of the day.

It might be getting more flared-up if that’s the word.

Internet down again, so I nipped out on the balcony and took some pictures from different angles.

The clouds were patchy and low, but they rose and thickened beautifully later. I received an Email from Morrisons.

There’s never a break from changes to confuse old farts like me! Grigglegonks! By the time I’d worked out that I didn’t know what they were talking about, the clouds had grown in the beautiful sky, and I tried to take the photos and present them, so they show a little more significant this time, four again, left to right, this time.

Bootiful!

More Emails came in, and I had a look at the latest ‘In Your Area’ e-magazine, for owt of interest. Here’s some I found.

1. Police officers slapped eight students with fines totalling some £1,600 for hosting illegal parties across Nottingham city centre. The parties took place early on Tuesday, October 13, in an apartment in the Marco Island high-rise in Brook Street, as well as another in the Litmus Building in Huntingdon Street and one within a house in Johnson Road, Radford. Good!
2. Nottingham’s public health director has warned there is “no doubt” the city will be pushed into the stricter Tier 3 lockdown banding if the spiralling infection rate does not slow soon. Her message comes as the city and county recorded almost 1,000 new cases in the space of 24 hours up to October 14. The infection rate in the city remains well ahead of anywhere in England, even Liverpool, which has been forced into stricter lockdown as acute care beds are filled almost to capacity.
3. Almost 1,000 new coronavirus cases have been recorded across Nottinghamshire in the past 24 hours, Public Health England data shows.
   

I made a brew of tea, Glengettie Gold, and took the Dioctyl, Fentanyl, and Nirontine. The evening ones will have to be taken later tonight, or I will not be able to stay awake for the Sainsbury’s order coming.

I’m already fighting back the eyelids desire to close. Hehe!

So as it was getting darker now, I went out on the balcony again to take the now broody-looking clouds with the Kodak and the Nikon cameras.

First, I snapped the houses in front of the flats, using the Kodak. They came out looking like dolls, houses? Not a good photo at all.

I forgot which settings I had the Kodak ones on, but all the Nikon were in Aperture Priority mode. Hope I won’t sicken you with all the cloud photo

When I got back inside, I uploaded them to the computer, and as I was putting the SD card back in the Kodak, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, who had been kind to me up to then, caught the card to fly away. I had a very similar problem finding the damned thing. It turned out it was underneath the 1961 Hopewell’s E-plan cabinet that I bought from the Charity shop when I moved into the flat. I wish I knew that the doors were going to fall off of it within three days, I wouldn’t have bothered. Gumbleonandon!

Naturally, the agony of getting down on the floor (Level4), stretching to get camera-card (Level3) using the long picker-upperer and the torch. Then the mammoth task (Level6) of getting back up again, took a lot out of me, but also helped keep my awake a little longer if nowt else. Hahaha!

The weak, willingness-willy-nilly, wee-wees seemed to have dried up altogether now?

I had a look at the latest Your Area Email—advice on the new legislation and the local figures for the Coronavirus and took some screenshots. I was puzzled to see the new figure lower than yesterdays?

My Nottingham’s new cases for the last complete seven-days was up to 2549, now.

Oh, dearie me!

I was getting more tired by the second, and the mind of in a bit of a muddle, I was convinced it was Friday, and I had a moment or two of semi panicking when I checked the Calendar and things didn’t match up for Friday… I just felt a twit when I realised, and hoped that the intercom would work when the Sains.. no, Morrison delivery arrives, twixt 18:30>19:30hrs.

I got the evening medications in a pot ready for taking, and the potatoes that had been in the crock-pot for about eight-hours now were turned off. The wee-wees had dried up. Mind you; I think every one of the estimated 24 visits I made, were put together; they would fit in a tea mug! Tsk!

The Morrison man arrived, and I got the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded. A bit of a mystery though; I’d got two loaves of Warburtons Danish bread delivered, I thought I’d ordered two Milk Roll loaves, cause I knew they would just about fit in the freezer, but with no paperwork any longer being supplied from Morrisons. Nothing on the emails to tell me they had been substituted, I don’t know if I made a faux pas or not. Still, they had delivered the Irish potato farls, Warburton potato cakes and a loaf of Rankin’s Soda Bread that I shall be parting in a little later. (If I haven’t fallen asleep, Hehe!)

I phoned Jenny to see if she could use the Danish bread, as I didn’t want it to go to waste. She was interested, although she wanted to keep it for me in her freezer at first, that there is no room or chance of me making room in the foreseeable future.

I got a bag and added some of the Christmas cans and bottles, to sneak in as a treat and thank you, and out and down in the elevator, to Jenny and FRanks flat, pressed the bell, and back to the lift. What a job getting one back up again, I’ve no idea what was going on, but both lifts passed me by a few times? (Being so late in the day, we can now use the Contractors lift as they have long gone home). 

So weary now, back in the apartment, and sorted out the evening’s meal. Three small slices of the soda-bread, generously buttered, fish sticks, pickled egg, red and Jenny-supplied yellow tomatoes, boiled in Squid sauce potatoes for slow-cooked for nine hours (Hehe!), some of the mini-shallots, and a pot of lemon yoghourt (Although I fell asleep after eating the fodder, and didn’t get to eat it!).

I gave the meal a flavour-rating of 9/10! After digesting the feast, I nodded off, but unfortunately, jumped awake an hour or so later, without knowing why. Humph!