Wednesday 21st October 2020
Punjabi: ਬੁੱਧਵਾਰ 21 ਅਕਤੂਬਰ 2020
23:00hrs (Tuesday): I stirred after at least an hours sleep, (Humph!) needing a wee-wee. I forced my gargantuan-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner, stood to catch my balance, grabbed metal Mickey (the four-pronged walking stick) and made my way to the wet room. I keep a clear basin in their nowadays, to check the colour, against the NHS guide. It was still on code six colouring, so no progress gleaned whatsoever with using the Dioctyl® antibiotic capsules for nearly a week now. Humph! I had a good wash and antisepticating session and made my way to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on first, then get the Health-Checks done.
The new slow-motion, noisy tin-encased BP sphygmomanometer, showed a highish level for the SYS again, but the pulse was down a fair bit. (I checked later with Mr Google, about the Sys 164/Dia 167 level) He told me: Blood pressure 164/67 – what does it mean?: Your blood pressure reading of 164/67 indicates Hypertension Stage 2. It is the second stage of high blood pressure. Hypertension Stage 2 means that the heart has to work hard too to ensure a supply of the entire tissue in the body. Oh!
I used the non-contact thermometer and got a reading of 32.1°c, which I thought was a bit too low.
So I tried it again and got 33,9°c, I held it a little closer to the forehead this time. I’ll still get to find out how close it should be when using. I got the magnifying glass and had a look at the instructions, not easy; it was in such minuscule writing. But with my SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) shaking my about, it was hard to hold the paper steady, and being so magnified, every movement blurred. I found it was a recommended distance of 3-5cm. After some farting about with arithmophobia infected calculations, I think that 1.5748cm = 4 inches, which is about what I had the second reading of. I’m not sure if I have Numerophobia, mathematics-anxiety or arithmophobia, but 3 to 5 inches then? Hang, that’s where I started with centimetres! I’ve got a headache now!
I stopped to take a snap of the morning view, but it didn’t come out well.
I took the medications, but no requirement for any of the pathetic, pitiable, low, Peptac antacid medicine this morning, as Duodenal Donald is currently giving my only the slightest bit of pain? Bless him!
So, after discovering from Mr Google, that I was about to snuff it, through hypertension, or high-blood-pressure, I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. It might not help the situation, but this. Extra Strong Assam, and the Glengettie teas, are all super-tasty! Hehe!
I got onto the computer, but only had time to boot it up, and the demand for a Porcelain-Throne visit arrived. The balance was right as I hobbled to the wet room, no walking into anything, this was good!
I got settled on the seat, and within a few seconds and a little encouraging pushing on my behalf, the action started – painful, yes, but no more than usual, all over fairly quickly, and tons of it! But no chance to do a turd examination for the hospital checking-log, the mass had disappeared from view! No mess, the tiniest specs of blood, and even Harold’s Haemorrhoids were relatively calm as well! But experience told me not to get into any hopeful or smug modes, yet! One flush and the TP vanished, surprises galore this Wednesday morning!
A good wash, medicationalisationing and disinfecting, and back to the computer. I concentrated on the updating of the Tuesday blog, photographs uploaded first. With Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters also being so kind to me, I achieved my goal quicker today. Now, I couldn’t help but get into a Smug-Mode! Hahaha! This luck can’t last, yer no!
I posted the blog off then Pinterested some snaps. Then did the Facebook catching-up. Then went on the WordPress Reader section.
Duodenal Donald started to warm up with his usual tightening in readiness for a full-blown ‘Let’s give Inchcock some agony’ attack. At the same time, the innards started rumbling, so I can expect to return to the Porcelain Throne again soon.
I made a pot of tatties and veg with cheese for brekkers, but as I was making it, I had to rush, hell-for-leather to the Porcelain Thrones second-visitation! However, I can safely report, this session was an emphatical improvement; on the previous few days! However (There’s always something to gum the works up!), the tank needed filling by hand, and three flushes to move things down the hole. I had an excellent wash-up session.
Back to the kitchen to try and rescue the pot of potatoes. I added a drop more freshly boiled was to the pot, mixed some vegetable stock and Squid vinegar to it and had an excellent bashing up with it. Ate it all, enjoyed it and was feeling okay in myself.
I returned to the kitchen to take these three shots on the right. Two of along Chestnut Walk in the drizzle and dank, dark surroundings, eerie eh? The last one, I took directly opposite the impossible to get to clean without being an olympian athlete. The light & view-blocking, rain letting in, with a ledge that sticks out so far, one cannot see down onto the roadway to take pictures of the incoming fire engines and paramedic ambulances. The layout, that was most likely created and designed by a person with gerontophobia. A confirmed inter-generational hater or who loves to hear of some old git tumbling off of his step ladder, each time he tries to reach up to get at his new windows to clean them. Just thought I’d mention it!
As I was putting the camera away, I saw that I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running yet again! Boulderclumps! What an imbecilic nincompoop! I seem to be doing this every other day lately!
I made a mug of Glengettie tea and had a blast on the computerisationing for an hour or so, and then it was time for the ablutioning to get done. Dare not leave it any later, because I’ve no idea what time the vampire nurse will be calling to take my blood sample.
Doing the ablutions today is going to be either fun, a farce, or both, with no hot tap water to shave! The shower should have hot water, though.
I stripped and got the teggies cleaned, then reboiled the kettle and took it with me back to the wet room, to use taking a shave. It was not a comfortable, messy shave, and certainly not a good one, but I managed. My fault anyway. Humph!
Thank heaven, the shower water was nice and hot. But, lamentably, several dropsies. I had two hefty bangs against the grab rail, a toe-stubbing against the shower chair, spoilt the experience. Then, doing the medications, I knocked many items of of the floor cabinet. So things didn’t end up too well for me, but I’ve had much worse sessions, so no complaints. I can say, however, that the Morrison bought lemon shower gel, really was refreshing and smelt okay to me!.
All sorted out, and I returned to the computer room, and nipped out on the balcony, to take some photographs. The first one from the opened window to the right, weel, the left one as well. They both have the near-lethal, metal spring opening clips, that have caused a fitter to bleed, even after I’d warned him, and many a stranger to get blood-blisters opening it, both of them as well as myself on many occasions! I reported this fault to the Nottingham City Homes Repairs team, who about six weeks later, sent two men down to take an investigative look, one of them got the blood blister and cut. They agreed it was dangerous and should not have been put in old people residences and said they would report it as soon as they get back to base. That was encouraging. It was also many months ago, and I’ve heard nothing from them since. Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer.
The second photo was taken from the injury-causing, left end window. That was of a stretch of Chestnut Walk to towards the but turn-around island. A few red vehicles on site today, this will need reporting to the Ohio State, National Red Car Monitoring head-honcho, Billumski and his, Secretary Lisa!
I set about making a template for tomorrows blog. Got it finished… Hello, Herberts got his drill out again, flipping loud too! Still, as long as the flamboyant, happy-go-lucky, sociable chap is happy making his train sets. I could have said, “As long as the grumpy, sour, antisocial, snotty, stand-offish, aloof, eremetic old gentleman is happy…”
I got a landline call from Nottingham At Care HQ, to tell me that the INR vampire nurse was outside trying to get in, and the intercom was not working. Pickleglobknobs!
I told the lady that I’d get down as quickly as I could to let her in. Fumbled about getting the jammy-bottoms off and some trousers on. I dug out the keys and fob, put the mask on, and as I got to the door, the landline rang again. It was the same lady as before, to tell me that the Vampire Nurse had given up, she’ll try again tomorrow!
I bungled about getting the trousers back off, and the jammies back on. Put the keys and fob back, and hung the mask on the trolley bars. Life gets so very complicated, blustery and confusing, dunnit?
I turned off the computer, and started to put the potatoes from the crock-pot into the saucepan which held the Chilli-Con-Carne, with chopped tomatoes, onions and a can of baked beans added, put some Squid to the mix, and gave the food medley a jolly-good stirring.
Burning my right-hand index finger as I did so, but at least there was no pain, just the odd burning smell of the skin. Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters had failed to inform the brain again. (I still find it humorous when this happens, Hehehe!)
I phoned Jenny, and we had a marathon nattering session which I enjoyed. Top-quality grumping and chuntering took place, and we were in our element, we do this so well, I reckon. Hahaha! During the chinwagging, Jenny asked me what the noise in the background was. I explained that it was Herbert, drilling, doing his train sets. It must have been loud for Jen to hear it on the other end of the line? (Although it didn’t last much longer, thankfully)
I thought I could smell something burning, panicked a smidge, told Jenny I had to check things out with the cooking and would be back, and blustered my way to the kitchen… to find that nothing was burning at all, in fact; instead of turning down the heat on the saucepan when I’d left to phone Jenny, I’d turned it off! What a plonker! As I returned, I noticed a smell of fish coming from somewhere in the hallway, so that might have been what got me going, either Josie or Malcolm must have been cooking fish, Haha!
I got back to Jenny, who’d waited patiently for me, and we continued our conversationing. A few more chunter and laughs, I even heard Franks voice in the background wishing me well saying hello, and I’ve never heard him before – I think the Chilli is good for my earholes? I am a fool! We parted with a farewell, and I went back to doing the meal.
Fifteen minutes later, the Chilli-Con-Carni was all served up on the tray, with two Irish Potato Farls and a pot of lemon mousse on the tray. By, gum, I eat well for an old fart!
I took the evening medications with me, so I could take the new tablets as recommended, with food. And there was a right bucketload of that in the dish, by gum it was good—Flavour Rating: 8.4/10, highly acceptable. Hopefully, in the morning, the first visit to the Porcelain Throne might be more comfortable… or not. Haha! My EQ tells me it could well be, though!
Annoyingly, Sweet Morpheus was a long time coming again, but when he did, I had an unbroken straight-through, four-and-a-half hours of sweet bliss! Ahh!