We put the unfathomability of this ode, down to Inchies dream affecting him!
Tuesday 10th November 2020
Kazakh: Сейсенбі, 10 қараша 2020
00:40hrs: Well, at least I woke up, but it was a tremendously disappointing event, it took me away from romancing, cuddling, and even betterer activities, in my memory prompting dream! I’ll say no more, then, other than perhaps, Cor!
In my still getting used to it being a dream, and not a real state, I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, fluctuant, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rachitic, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner, in a robotic way, and made a bee-line for the wet-room automatically, the brain now freed of the frustrations of the dream, informed me en route that I needed a wee-wee. I don’t think that came out right? These erotic dreams don’t-half play havoc with, and leaves topsy-turviness in your thoughts!
As I got to the kitchen, to do the health checks, I felt a sudden surge of determination to get things done today. But I dropped the kettle in the sink, and the urge went away. Blungletads!
Sorted out the mess, and found the kettle still worked – it’s always worrying when a worryguts, hapless or ill-fated person like me gets good luck first thing in the day! It does not bode well!
I took, probably one of my worst ever photos of the morning view, and when I looked at it on the viewer, I was annoyed at myself, tutted, swore silently, proffered a word that questioned my parentage, and shut the window…
Trapping my wrist in the frame! My first thought was, ‘Well that serves you right!’. Which it did! And my EQ offered me some advice: Basically to be prepared for more Accifauxpas on the horizon! Oh, dear!
I got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks, starting with the Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer. The SYS was way too high, but lower than yesterday, which is of little comfort, but then again, I was built for comfort. Humph!
I used the new thermometer to take the temperature, after all, that’s what they were made for. Hehehe! A healthy reading came up, of 36.7° c. A lot better than it has been over the last few weeks. The batteries seem to be going down rather swiftly, though, Duracell in as well!
I got some waste bags made up, and put them with the ones I did yesterday and forgot to take to the chute. Well, fancy that!
Off to the computer and started my usual of late, jumping from one thing to another. It got all very confusing. It got even worse when SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off.
The notes I was making, were as bad as ever, and I can’t blame Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters for this, I write (badly) left-handed!
About three hours into computing and getting close to finishing the templates ready to start on the updating of the Monday blog, and a little itch on my neck needed itching. Boy did it sting when I had a little scratch at it!
I took this snap of the area while in the swivel chair, with the Nokia… No, the Nikon camera. Oddest looking marks I’ve seen in a long time. Why could I not feel the pain earlier? Had some alien or insect been nibbling at me?
I got the templates done, then I started to update the Monday post. All done, I sent the email links off. Did a Facebook catch-up, then the same with the WordPress REader section.
I decided it was breakfast time, so went to see what I had available in the kitchen. I ended up with Brown Bread thins with Marmite, two marmite cheese discs, a pickled egg, and some Frazzles. With a mug of Thompsons Punjana, I tucked into it, while perusing some YouTube car crash videos.
During which, the return of the itch, and this time it was bleeding a smidge? I decided to get the ablutions done, then after the shower, I could have a good look at things and get the medicating done. So, pots in the bowl, and off to the wet room.
Ablutionalisationing Report!
By the time I’d got the teeth done, no problems with this, I needed the Porcelain Throne. This time, the Battle twict Constipation Konrad and Trotsky Terence, was a 3-0 win for Konrad, things were back to how they were before the treatment and medications had started. A fat lot of good they did! The pain was chronic, back to misery again, and a fear of using the Throne, as well as the Sock-Glide (No chance! I just don’t wear socks now, too dangerous! All done and cleaned up, and on with the shaving. Ahem!
The dropsies were only a handful, but the nicks and cut, five of them, one on the side of the head, one under the chin and two back of the neck, were Nicodemus’s delight! Humph!
I noticed when I used this photo, the old skin cancer spot was looking a lot deeper black than usual. Surely it’s not coming back again? Globdangles!
Dizzy Dennis visited while I was under the shower, I did a fair bit of wobbling at times, but no bangs or falls whatsoever. Many dropsies, that many times did I drop the newly opened shower gel bottle, by the time I’d finished, it was almost empty. Haha! Might as well get a laugh out of it. Hey-Ho!
Then an amazing sight that I’d managed to miss completely until it came to towelling-off. It looked like the left ankle was coming out in support of the right one, with a new ankle-ulcer! But, neither of them was at or anywhere near the erupting stage. It’s been months since that happened. (I hope I haven’t tempted fate with saying that? Haha!)
As I left the wet room, I did not his hit, or walk into the door, frame or handle!
But I did but the slippers on the wrong feet, and so very nearly went arse-over-tit! The important bit is that I didn’t. Hahaha!
So lets recap; The new whatever it is on the neck. Trotsky Terence loses the battle with Constipation Konrad. I get a new bruise on the wrist. And BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) returns to give grief! I get a record number of cuts shaving. Mmm?
However, results of a Sherlock Holmesian Style Silver-Lining Search: I’ve had a leg dance, Dizzy Dennis attack, and tripped over in the kitchen – and not once did I end up on the floor! The slipper cock-up could have bad, but wasn’t! That’ll do me!
I got the kettle on and made a brew, then started to do some much-needed graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.
I was all settled at 12:45hrs, and listening for the intercom to go off, between the Morrison delivery time off between 13:00hrs to 14:00hrs. Nothing happened.
Just gone 14:30hrs, I found the secret telephone number to call them from Uncle Google. 0345 611 6111, and called them. All recorded message answers, in a clear female voice, said: “If you are waiting for a delivery, ‘Rest Assured’ we will contact you to tell you when it will be delivered. I rang off.
I have already received an email from them about the order. A bit of a fib there then, from them?
I’d already got the Chilli-Con-Carne in the saucepan, added some gravy, and was waiting for the beans to arrive to add to them.
So I turned it off.
So, it’s not only Sainsbury’s that hate me then, Morrisons as well now.
I needed the toilet, but dare not go in case the fodder arrives. That’ll do the bladder problem some good. Ay, Ay, Ay!
I got a Government letter that needs reading; six pages about not going out. High-Risk Status, and using a delivery service etc, for food.
Well, I tried mate! This is not a good state to be in, not knowing, but of course, as the recorded message said: “I can rest assured that Morrisons will contact me, and let me know when the food will be delivered”. Which they have already done by email, and that time is now an hour gone!
15:30hrs, Morrisons arrived. The young upbeat lady delivery-driveress, was well-stressed, but polite and friendly with it.
As she handed the bags and loose food to me, she explained that the freezer in her delivery van had gone down, and the poor thing had had a nightmare day.
(I felt for her, but couldn’t reach… (Joke, joke, joke! Hehehe!) I slipped her a can of Gin Lemon to cheer her up, and got the items into the kitchen.
Apart from being a much bigger order than the last Sainsbury one, the familiar crushed cakes and biscuits, stupid substitutions; the Citrus disinfectant that arrived at £3 – was Fig & Cedar (Fig & Cedar – oh, yes very Cirtrus that!) scented, smells like whiskey to me, horrible! No sausages. No brown bread thins. No chips (Freezer breakdown was the reason for them being late) Marmite crisp crushed, as were the shortbread crumbs (originally fingers). The mini cake rolls are now a mixture of flat and cubes rolls. At least I have three lemon yoghourts (it was a box of four, but one had burst open).
Plus, one of the carrier bags smelt beautiful. (That was the one with the split open bottle of lemon shower gel).
But the canned goods looked okay. Although one of the cans of Ghilli-Con-Carne had blown. I now had the Carnes in stock, red beans, baked beans and chopped tomatoes for adding to the chilli, all in stock, at least.
I put the goods away and got back to making the evening nosh.
When I first started prepping the Chilli, I anticipated the chips arriving, so I added extra gravy, but, of course, the chips did not arrive, so I had a thinner Chilli with tons of gravy to get through. But nae bother, with the added tomatoes and mild chilli powder, it went down a treat, a chipless treat, but still. Hahaha! I rated this one at 7.5/10.
Maybe, this might help Trotsky Terence to fight Constipation Konrad in the morning, for Top-Dog-Status on the Porcelain Throne? I hope so, it was Konrad who won the fight hands-down, today!
By the time I got the things in the bowl to soak, took the evening medications, and what turned out to be a rare wee-wee, I was all-in. Another late day (for me), and Sweet Morpheus was needed.
I settled and put the TV on, that often has a soporific effect and is usually guaranteed to get me nodding off. But not tonight, I found a Kitchen Nightmare programme just starting, and it was one I had not seen before and got into it, but no nodding offs during the breaks, just goes to show… but I’ve forgotten what it shows now. Tsk!
I stayed awake for the entire episode. (That’s a first, I think?) Sam’s Mediterranean Kabob Room. While I was searching for this photo of the restaurant, on Mr Google, I learnt that the place still failed and closed down.
I turned off the 1989-built TV, and rearranged my wobbly, rhinoceros-shaped body in the c1968 recliner for optimum falling-asleep, and drifting off into slumber. This was easily achieved, I believe I was dreaming again, but it’s all very vague.
A clunking noise woke me up later, and despite the fact that this usually prompts me to get up and search for the source, and to check everything is safe, alarms, anything falle over, this is the first time that I didn’t. I felt so tired and drained, “Oh, sod-it”, I thought, and went back to sleep! Hey-Ho!
00:10hrs: I bolted upright, knocking the TV remote from where it was, resting peacefully in the folds of my gigantic wobbly-bellied torso! I tried to stop it flying off, and sent the Spring Water bottle off of the ottoman, to join the remote somewhere in the distance on the floor.
Well, that was awakening with a difference!
Then as I was fighting and fumbling to get my elephantine body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, dusty, broken-down, uncomfortable, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner, I recognised just how vicious the ‘Hum’ was this morning. I’ve never heard it so loud!
So, whatever the expergefactor that woke me up with such a jolt, it had to be investigated, or I could not relax without knowing what had caused it.
I just had to have a look around, and all my concentration was needed; thus I stubbed my toe against the bottle of Spring Water that I’d just knocked over, as I moved to search around for the cause, noise or whatever had brought me back to semi-life. This really was a differentrevivification. A painful one as well, now! All the worse due to the uncut toenails, and deformed bending right foot big toenail inwards. Hungleblogsworthy!
I went in every room (All three of them) seeking an explanation as to what had woken me from my slumber. Despite my Sherlock Holmesian investigations, I found nothing that might have been the cause. Shame, one day, I might? Hehe!
I took an imitation, weak, dribbling wee-wee. Washed the hands and off to the kitchenette to get the health checks done, but after getting the kettle turned on, I took this photo f the morning view – amazingly after three days of fogginess greeting me, there was none today, just a little mist.
I started with the Body Thermometer and got another fair reading like yesterday, but a little lower, of an acceptable 36.3°c. I did notice that the battery indicator was half-way down; this is going to be an expensive job at this rate. Hey-Ho!
The Boots BP sphygmomanometer reading, was contrarily, up even higher, to a worrying SYS of 172. I’ll try to remember to mention this to gorgeous Hristina, the Vampire Phlebotomy nurse when she arrives later on.
The plates of meat (feet) and toes were a little painful this morning. I took the medications and got the computer on, then had a look at the tootsies. The hallux (big toe) is moving again behind the Index toe. It seems I’ve acquired a bruise on the top of the left foot. Most probably, it’s from this morning’s fracas in getting out of the recliner?
I set about updating the Sunday Inchcock Today blog. It took me hours, but at least the wee-weeing was not interrupting me regularly today. Things seem to have gone on strike in the bladder department. Mmm? I finally got it done and posted off. Sent the email links. Facebooking, Comments, and went on the WordPress reader section.
I got a newsletter arrived by email, and had a look for any updates on the Coronavirus figure for the UK. This on the right was the only one available.
It seems (suspiciously) that they are no longer publishing the figures on every update in the Your Area magazine. I wonder why?
I got a p[ot of the new noodles to try. And I made a brew of Glengettie tea to have with it. The Glengettie well-brewed tea was as usual, perfect! But the Batchelor’s pot noodles were tasteless crap, and resembled eating newspaper; although the newspaper would most likely have been tastier! Be Warned folks! This is one snack to avoid! Eurgh, spit!
As a thick mist came down, and the rain started at the same time, I made a start on this diary. After an hour or so more, I realised it was a little later than I thought, and had to get off to tend to the ablutions. Otherwise, I might be in the nude when my precious Vampire nurse arrived. No time for a shower, it’ll have to be a rushed stand-up job. I am a fool!
When I got in the wet-room, the need for the first Porcelain Throne visit of the day arrived. The fluctuating battle, twixt Constipation Konrad and Trotsky Terence, I’d say was a 2-2 draw. Hehe!
The bruise on the back of the left hand is clearing up well. I won’t see it by morning!
The teeth-cleaning was pain-free!
The shaving was a bit of a struggle. Four dropsies, three little nicks, and a partridge in a pear tr… Oh no that’s wrong! Hahaha!
The medicationalisationing well smoothly for once. Smug-Mode resisted going into!
As I was coming out of the wet-room, Starkers! The intercom flashed. It was my Angel Vampire Nurse arriving nice and early. I had to rush about getting some trousers on, and I made it only just in time before Hristina was walking in the door… Phew! That saved her a terrible sight to look at! She soon got the job done, and although in a rush, she still managed to show care and concern for me. She’s brilliant at that! ♥
Sadly, of course, she had to shoot off to her next lucky patient. She was leaving me feeling a smidge down in spirits, as is only natural.
I got on with the hand-washing duties: a zip-up jacket and the jammy bottoms. I made a few accifauxpas, though.
I spilt the water on the floor, emptying the water in the bowl.
Knocked the stack of things draining, some went on the floor!
Putting the jammies on the coat-hanger, Nicodemus ensured that I lost grip and they went on the floor too!
After I’d got the job done and the clothes wrung and hung, as I turned to get the camera, Back-Pain-Barbara gave me a pasting, pain-wise!
Not one of my bestest hand-washing session! Argh! Then I had to clean everything up! Still, it could have been worse, I suppose, I didn’t go over or crumple!
I got on the computer again, I replied to a Jenny email, and changed some of the Morrison order, for tomorrow. I added some part-baked bread rolls, increased the Chilli-Con-Carne order to three cans, the bleach to two, and added two BBQ pot noodles (Not the crap Batchelor’s ones) to the items. I tried to add a jar of pickled eggs, but they haven’t had any for a while.
I uploaded and changed the spec of the photos to go on here, and as I did so, it dawned on, I’d only had four visits for a wee-wee up to now. Mmm, strange?
As I was doing some updating to this post, the door chimes rang out with Dusty’s tune. I hobbled to investigate.
Nobody was there, but Jenny ♥ had left me something in a carrier bag. It was a jar of Pickled Eggs! Now that was wonderful of her. She must have read about my problems in getting some on this blog. So, kind of her! ♥
A new bladder control sheet came through the door. Where was it from, or who, I do not know? It was just a sheet in the envelope with no stamps or anything else. I think maybe it was intended for someone else, not me? The one I was using from the Eurologist, is nothing like this one? This, I think, was done on Excel. Could have been dropped of my a family member, who got the address wrong? I’ll take it down to the foyer later on.
Ah, well, time to get something to eat methinks, oh, I’ll call Jenny first to thank her for the pickled eggs. We had a good long nattering session, I enjoyed that, but not Stuttering Stephanie causing me problems. Tsk!
As I got in the kitchen to plan the meal, the door chimes rang forth again.
It was Josie returning the meal plate tray and cutlery. I did inquire if she relished her dinner, and she told me it was fantastic. Something else to perk me up! Great!
Back to the mise en placing, then. I fancied chips of some sort; I’ve not had any for yonks now. Pork knuckle (Golonkowa), cobs, and… Oh, I don’t know, not enough garden pea to use the last tin, but some might be coming tomorrow. I’ll go int kitchen, and do what comes naturally. Hehe!
I dug into the freezer and found some of their sell-by date, Ridiculously Crispy chips, so it shall be – I bashed and banged them to separate them, opened the can of pork knuckle. Sliced some tomatoes, had a Jenny donated pickled egg with black pepper, and the only dessert left in the fridge, an orange jelly. I’d added the two part-baked roll to the chips later, which came out alright.
Indeed the whole meal looked appealing to me.
Disappointingly, when it came to my noshing of this fair looking feast – I found many faults and things not to my liking. The good stuff, first: The pickled egg and pork knuckle were fine. The tomatoes were tasteless – the pickled onions had I think, ‘Gorn orf!’ As Her Majesty might say. Hehe! The rolls were like warm-newspaper clipping soaked in rainwater!
And the chips, well, they had a flavour unbeknownst to me before, a sort of cross, between the taste we whipper-snappers used to get in the forties and fifties when we chewed on out tin soldiers, and cough medicine. I tried a few, but I gave up, as I reckoned it might be dangerous to consume any more of them.
The somewhat out of date orange jelly had formed a leather-like coating on top that I had to dig my way through to get to the few edible bits. As I said at the start of this gastronomic report, thank heavens for the pickled egg and pork knuckle. They, at least, kept my Flavour-Rating up to 4/10.
Back to the Chilli-Con-Carne tomorrow I think, but I might have something coming on today’s Morrison order to have, I vaguely recall having an interest in a ready-made meal on their site, but of course, I could be wrong. I often am, you know!
I dished the uneaten fodder in the waste bin and took it to double wrap, to throw down the chute in the morning… but it had to happen didn’t it; will I ever have a day, just one day, without Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launching into one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing? Obviously not! Mind you, it was good long one, and this helped me not to go over. I believe. I did bash the leg on the edges of the cupboards a couple of times so that I may find a new bruise or two around the right shin in the morning ablutions.
At one point in the cross between a one-legged jive, and Stanley Matthews kicking footballs at goal from a distance, I was even pleased, with my dexterity even though I had no control over it.
As I say, it was a long job, and the usual aches, stings and pains were suffered afterwards, they are always worse after a lengthy dance.
Yet I felt an infinitesimal, iota of pride, in my staying on my feet, or at times it was just my one foot, (Hehe!). And avoiding any serious damage to my beefy, masculine, fit, young, highly-toned, muscular body. Hahaha!
Sweet Morpheus was kind to me tonight. I was off to sleep in a short time, perhaps before I was ready. For when I woke up, there were cheese biscuit crumbs liberally scattered over my elephantine belly, and in the folds. Can’t win ’em all!
00:05hrs: The usual waking up wanting a wee-wee, with the innards warning me of an upcoming eruption from the innards, via the rumbling, grumbling, and quaking of the skin, literally making the folds of flesh hanging from my belly, shake, as the escapages of wind torrented away. Not only painfully, but even without my hearing aids in, I could hear the almost-musicals tones of the concinnity of the concert of escaping wind, too!
Then, as the mind gained some weak form of control over its own thoughts, the challenge of removing the bouncier than ever, bellied-body from the c1968 recliner was tackled.
A job that this morning, needed a man of steel, heroism, guts, bravery and determination to achieve; but being as I was the only person here, I had to do it myself. (Hehehe!) Clambering up onto my feet was completed with some degree of ease, but getting and keeping my balance, was a smidge difficult – even though there were no Dizzy Dennis, or Wobbling William’s bothering me. A bit worrying, that was. I took my time patiently and eventually was ready to set off for the wet room.
The wee-weeing caught me out; it was a lot more dynamic than of late (which is a good thing), and of much greater duration! The colouring put me up in the ‘Fair’ zone on the NHS Bladder-Infection grading card. And, there was no Post-Micturition After Dribbling. (It’s [Fate], doing it again, to me, fooling me by slipping in some good luck, or mock improvement medical-wise, early in the day – experience knowing full-well I’m going to suffer later) – it’s so cruel! But I wasn’t going to go into any semi-contentment or smug mode. I’m not being going to be conned again! (Well, I might be)
As I was washing my hands after taking the leak, I knocked some bits off of the floor cabinet, and I returned to the front room, to get the long picker-upperer to reach in the corner behind the loo, where the Germolene tube and Hearing-aid oils had rolled. Tsk!
I noticed how the bruise or underskin bleeding, (Which is a bruise, I suppose – waffling again, sorry!), on the back of the left hand, was getting less darker, so it might be clearing itself up? Not any pain from it, unless I bang it against something, which if not in my plans. Hahaha!
Back to WC room, reclaimed the dropped items, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle switched on. I peep out of unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking windows revealed a fog-and-a-half had descended. I got the Nikon camera and took a shot of the view.
Health Checks: the sphygmomanometer showed the SYS had shot back up after yesterdays respite. Now at 174, Tsk! Took the medications with spring water and then, made a note to remind me to email the Doctor later, because I need to ask about the DioctylPoo-Softeners got the thermometer into use to see if the temp had gone up any. Medications, brew and computer on and photo downloading.
As I was taking a photograph of the morning fog, a summoning came to the Porcelain Throne. To which I hastily replied with a swift, fast, hurried lightning-like rush to the WC… Well, something like that, at least I hobbled hastily there! It seems that Constipation Konrad is losing the battle again, and Trotsky Terence was in command of this visit! It will be difficult to express the changes to the nurse; each time, from one extreme to the other, I can get easily discombobulated, you know!
I cleaned up, it was a messy one; and went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And jolly decent it was.
Seeing the Chilli Con Carne cans there on the counter, I swiftly went into my Sherlock Holmesian Mode: I carried out a search and Chilli-Con-Carne shortage investigation.
I felt sure that I’d ordered three Hubbard’s cans from Sainsbury’s, and three from own label from Morrisons. I know that the Iceland shop didn’t have any of the Princes that I wanted, that bit I can recall. But: Did I put the cans somewhere else than in the kitchen? It’s possible, I suppose? So I had a reconnoitre in the other room. A degree of ferreting about produced a carrier bag, with a tin of Princes Chilli-Con-Carne, and Italian beans, and some packets of instant potato powder? And a puzzled expression on my face.
My total failure to find out what the mystery of the missing cans of Chilli-Con-Carne riddle was, Back to the computer, and bless their crooked cheating, incapable souls, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down!
I made up an Iceland order. For Thursday 12th November 08:00 to 10:00hrs. Unfortunately, they have no Chilli available, Tsk! Never mind, if I can get out one day, I can call at the Poundland shop to try and get some of their cheapos.
Time to get the Ablutionalisationing done now. The session did not go too well… (Understatement time!)
It was SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) who made the first attack. (I pictured her success here on the left) I had to admire her cunning, it was the only shake she gave me in the wet room, and her timing, just as I was about to pull the old razor down my cheek, was perfection. If I’ve got to have ailments, it’s a comfort to know they will keep me on my toes, although I got caught out well with this five-second-shudder! Globdangnations!
An absolute cracker of a toe-stubbing in the shower against the chair. And nearly, but not after-all, toppled over when I hit the doorframe coming out. Not even any bruises came up, a bit of a powder-puff effort.
Got many bags of waste sorted out, onto the three-wheeled-walker guide.
Took them in a box to the waste-chute room, without any incidents or damage. Slight-Smug-Mode adopted!
I popped down to Jenny’s with some treats the three of them for the weekend, and back up to the flat. Then I made a brew of the beloved Glengettie tea.
Made a start on prepping Josies ~Sunday lunch. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters played up, I wasn’t far off of cutting myself on the opener blade, but managed just to let it fall, and nae bother. No opening of the Tuna tins after that, just in case. So I got the battered cod sticks and smoked haddock filled fish cake, and got them in the oven cooking for her. She likes the tuna as well, but too risky as Nicodemus is at the moment, I nearly cut myself slicing the tomatoes, but luckily it was only the fingernail that was sliced. Phew! Risky work this cooking today, Hehe!
I got Josie’s dinner finished off and delivered it to her door, a little late today, 12:10hrs.
I had a bit of a nasty turn as I pressed the bells on the door. Dizzy Dennis, Head-Spinning Spiros, and Balance-Loss Lesley. I wasn’t completely with it by the time Josie answered the door. I think I was only there a couple of minutes, but many blanks in the memory box of what we spoke of.
As I was, for some reason struggling to get in through the doorway, it was as if someone had put the lights back on in my head; My balance returned, Dizzy Dennis disappeared, leaving me a little puzzled as to what had just happened? Looking back at the day, it’d been an odd-one in many ways. Hey-Ho! All fine now.
But I must try to resist going into these stupid ‘Disaster-encouraging’, misleading, Smug-Modes! It only makes the guaranteed cock-up, mistake, error, loss-of, picklement-coping, Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpa, or incoming bad news, far worse to cope with ulteriorly.
I gave-in to, defeated by the sudden wave of Thought-Storms, and turned off the computer. Then opened the can of Churchills 5% beef Spicy Chilli-con-Carne, and added the remaining left-over peas from Josies’ nosh to the mix, and added a little gravy as it warmed up.
As it heated, I did some half-hearted, Stroke Recovery exercises, (Feeling guilty for not doing these more often), hoping this would help bring me into a more relaxed and contented mode. I was seemingly doing well with them… until Peripheral Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, landing luckily on the plastic waste bins.
This put an instant end to any ideas of work-outs.
Getting back up was horrendously difficult, and I was close to having to press the wristlet alarm. But, somehow, I managed to crawl on all fours to Metal Mickey, and used him and the worktop to regain my stance. The mess I’d made of the waste bins was of no concern to me at that time, I was well miffed!
I got the part-baked baguette in the oven, and out some Phoirpain gel on the knees and bruises while it cooked. Took the evening medications, then got the meal served up.
This ‘Spicy’ Churchills Chilli-con-Carne, was the mildest I’ve ever tried, so much so, that I added and stirred in some chilli powder to the mix? If I can ever get to town again, I hope that the Poundland shop will have some of these in stick, or even stock.
I got the fodder consumed in its entirity, to satiety, and settled in search of sleep.
But, Sweet Morpheus was not playing fair, and the exasperating Thought Storms invaded again. Crigglebogsnot!
Finally, I drifted off. Only to be woken by I know not what, two hours later!
01:30hrs: Woke wanting a wee-wee. I wrenched my wonderfully-fit, firm, fat-free, furuncleless, amazingly muscled, massively-genitally-gifted body from the brand new, recliner, and singing-out-loud, ♫ Oh what a beautiful morning ♫, Gordon MacRae, style, as I skipped jollily to the wet room, without walking into anything, a dizzy spell, or any leg dancing! Ahem!
I thought I’d start today’s I.T. with a whopping great long series of terminological inexactitudes, cause I was in a decent frame of mind for a change. Knowing that after all the hassle, help from Matron Jackie, and panicking yesterday, I knew I’d got some Bisopropol (Beta-Blocker) tablets to take this morning. So I felt the urge to share my temporary satisfaction/sanity mode, with you, to raise a laugh. Hahaha!
I exited the wet-room, uninjured, and poddled to the kitchenette. Got the kettle filled, and started the Health Checks. First the temperature, and look at it! Much higher, and I think within range too! Swank-Mode-Adopted!
The old Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer gave forth more heartening figures. The SYS was down to 163. I increased my Smug-Mode to DefCon-3! Hahaha!
Then went to make a brew. Unaccountably, I decided to have a mug of the healthier, well, better for bladder and diabetes, so they tell me. Decaffeinated Morrison’s tea. But it was a disaster. Weak, insipid rubbish! I might as well have had just a drink of warm, water, it was terrible!
I went back to the kitchen and made a brew of the Yorkshire brand Decaffeinated slop; I mean tea. (Although maybe not!) It looked a lot stronger and tastier…
Nae, that’s a fib, that tea was horrible too! But was only just, barely passable… Eurgh! Still, I drank some of it, to take the medications with. The new trial Cephalexin, anti-bacterial infection capsule, instead of the Amoxicillin was taken for the first time with the regular medications. Phorpain gel applied to the knees, to counter Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain), Sounds all knowledgable, don’t it, Hahaha! I’ll have a go at the other areas when I get the ablutions done.
I had two tries at getting a decent shot of the view, as the fog came down outside. The first one was in the ‘Night Landscape’ setting: the second in Aperture Priority. Neither looked anything like what my eyes were seeing. Tsk!
It was a long slog, but getting the updating done, with the occasional veering off-track and doing some graphics on CorelDraw for templates, took me many an hour.
I had a break and made a proper good mug of proper Glengettie tea. Aye, by Jiminnee, that was more like it! Then got the Saturday, (no you fool!) Friday post sent off. Emailed the link off, and Pinterested some snaps. Went on Facebooking, then the WordPress Reader. The fog is deepening a tad.
Reluctantly I made an order for Sainsbury delivery. Unfortunate that, because after the last order, with its stupid substitutes, overcharging, and damaged good, I thought I’d never use them again. But I cannot get any pickled eggs (Apart from Amazon, but they charge even more than Sainsbury’s, over a quid more than JS do, for jars of just five eggs. Mind you, if I buy a jar of approx., guessing by the photo, they are sold by weight (2.25kg), about 25 eggs, was only £25!!! No point though, it would not fit in the fridge. The first date available for me was Saturday next, 14th November, at 13>1400hrs. Not worried about it though, I’ve got a Morrison one coming for next Tuesday, I’ll not starve (He says hopefully, Hehehe!)
Aha, the fog is turning into a mist now.
I continued working on the blogging of today’s diary. Managed to get one graphic done in advance, on CorelDraw. Pathetic, but better than none!
The mist is lingering somewhat this morning. And I am wee-weeing well, but only little teeny-weening jobs. Haha!
Feeling shackered now, time for me to get the nosh prepared. Got the Princes canned Chilli-Con-Carne on the go, sliced some tomatoes to go in. I bravely added some gravy to the mix, with Chilli seasoning in it. Only a little mind.
As I was turning of Computer Cameron, I came across the latest Coronvirus figures for Nottingham.
They are not publishing them so clearly or often nowadays – this is an opportunity for the Conspiracy Theorists to use, surely?
I’d taken the bread thins out of the freezer earlier, and they were ready to be used with rather hotter than a planned bowl of Chilli dinner. A pot of lemon mousse and aa Cox’s Pippin apple added to the tray, and I got settled o watch a ‘New Tricks’ DVD while eating the fodder on my knee. Luxury!
On the first forkful of Chilli, I ate – I thought; “Hello, you’ve made this too hot mate!”. But oddly as I carried on, it seemed to be highly acceptable, and I ended up loving it. I ate all of the bread thins as well, a lot of extra gravy to mop-up, Hahaha!
A decent flavour-rating of 7/10 was granted (The bread thins had thawed out with hard edges, Tsk!) Ah, well! Just a shame that this Princes Chilli-Con-Carne from Iceland costs twice the price of Sainsbury’s Hubbard’s or Morrison’s own label!
: Did the pots, and I made a check on my stocks of canned CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne). I could only find three cans! This will have to be investigated in the morning. Panic-Mode-Adopted!
Gorgeous TFZeress, watching over the children – Dancing lessons? ♥
Friday 6th November 2020
Swedish: Fredag 6 November 2020
01:05hrs: I stirred back into imitation life, coughed a bit, and the rumblings from within the depths of the stomach’s innards started to churn, and rumble, I’m not even sure, but I think I heard the activity as well!
I was not too keen on the idea of coping with the first Porcelain Throne, but there were no signs of any activity rectum-wise yet.
A need for a wee-wee, yes! Like yesterday, the wee-wees flowed frequently, and often, always of a minimalistic nature, and not too powerful. However, the colour chart I checked after this first visit, shown it was in the ‘Group 3 – Fair’ category. Washed and antisepticated, and off to the kitchenette and filled the kettle. Took the temperature, which was low, but not surprising.
Then used the Boot’s sphygmomanometer, the SYS 158 was lower than yesterday, DIA the same, and the Pulse was a smidge higher at 90.
I swallowed the medications and made a brew of the tasty Gengettie tea, and while it was mashed, I took shots of the view from the unwanted, disliked, impossible to get at for cleaning, thick-framed, light & view-blocking windows. The fog was thick, no stars or moon to be seen, and only the nearest street lights had filtered through.
I got the step-ladder (Very nervously) and leant out of the window to take a shot of Chestnut Walk and car parking below. The fog even obscured the view from the 12th-floor flat, so thick it was. I made a very cautious stepping down from the steps. I put them away, almost feeling a modicum of pride in my getting the photographing done without any injuries or Accifauxps… Taking the ladder back in the front room, I misjudged the distance again and banged into the stack plastic drawers.
The gear I had on top, tumbled down on top me on its way to the floor! (Apart from the shock, I was fortunate [Yes, me!] in as much as everything that fell off was light, and didn’t make too much noise [I hope]). Also, this meant that I could retrieve everything with the long picker-upperer, and not need to get down on all-fours, so it wasn’t that bad. I got the unused dirty-needle box, the fungal-growth inhibitor (sound posh dunnit?), Phorpain gels and last medication pod retrieved without any hassle.
Being on the last weekly pod-pack, with only one evening dose of tablets in it, meant a lot of noise was saved. A shame I couldn’t get through to Deana yesterday afternoon, it would have been nice to know if the Chemist was going to deliver the monthly medications or not. If they don’t come today, I’ll be in a pickle.
I’ll try to catch her later today to find out. Poor gal must have been busy with the big meeting and forgot to call on me, afterwards, or didn’t have the time. Hey-ho! Every month I have to go through this Pallava! I pray I do not have to go without the Bisoprolol beta-blockers again. A month before last, they left me without any medications for four days, and I was in a right state.
I really must find out about another supplier who can deliver them to me on time. But, it may be out of the frying pan into the fire, if I do. Tenants have told me of problems they have, with Boots and Lloyds chemists, both famous for running out of medications.
The one thing I can rely on with Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, is that they will let me down, and I’ll have to end up hobbling into Carrington to fetch them, after being without every month since the new year, apart from last month. And Matron Julie had to sort that out for me. Pharmacist and owner Deepak told the Matron I should email them each month when I was down to the last three days medications, this I did. No reply, though. I can’t win!
I got the ablutions sorted out.
No signs of Porcelain Throne duties being needed, I was getting ready to clean the teeth, and I spotted a decent bruise or bleeding under the wrinkled skin from where I hit the drawers earlier. It’s not going to be a good day. Depression was building.
The tooth that the dentist told me not to worry about gave me some pain as I touched it with the brush, Huh!
The bruise or whatever it is on the back of the left hand is tender to the touch.
The shaving produced five minor cuts.
The showering was better, only one harmless Dizzy Dennis attack!
The towelling caused a few items to be knocked off of the cabinet, a stubbed toe, and three dropsies.
The medicating was horrendous, if anything could be knocked, caught, banged or made more painful, it was!
The putting on of the PPs produce a balance wobble that in turn gave me yet another toe-stubbing!
Getting dressed was fine, Yee-Haa!
Leaving the wet room, I nearly dropped the camera and banged my already poorly left hand on the upright clothes airer.
Not one of my betterer Ablutionalisationing Session!
I called Deana, who apologised for not calling yesterday, the events took her over. As I thought might happen, bless her. I explained about not having any medications for tomorrow, and not getting any answer to my emails from Carrington Pharmacy, and only having one dose left of evening medications. She said she’ll ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store. Called me back to inform me that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, said they could not deliver until tomorrow night, (which will leave me with no beta-blockers once again! Ba@#%rds!), but I can collect them myself. That was so kind of the uncaring devil-animals!
Deana said she would ring the volunteers to see if anyone is available. Rang back a few minutes later, no reply to her call.
So much for the lockdown rules! Now I’ve got to go out again to collect the prescriptions! (The Ba@#%rds!) This Coronvirus will get me yet! I might ring the Nottingham City Homes Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. Maybe the Doctor. Or Matron Jackie, to see if they know of any other supplier who might be reliable and less life-threatening to use than Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, are? I need help, no doubt.
I took this snap through the filthy balcony windows, of foggy morning dew. Cursed silently for a few moments about my treatment from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, and wobbled off to get the ablutions done.
The darkness was coming on, and my spirits at a low ebb, with my EQ telling me I’d have to fetch the prescriptions myself if I don’t want to miss any doses of the Beta-Blockers again. My EQ sounded positive today, and no help would be available, sadly.
I got on with updating this IT, and with it being nearly midday now, I tried calling Matron Jackie for help with getting the prescriptions. I got through to Nottingham City Care, quickly enough, they said they would contact Jackie for me, and ask her to ring me back. Which they said last month, but I didn’t get a call-back then. But I did get a visit two weeks later.
Jackie rang back ♥. I explained things, and she said she’d get on to the chemist and try to sort something out. She also asked if she sent a fire check crew from the brigade, they may be able to get me some help with the decluttering of the spare room, would I be interested. I said, yes, please, thank you very much. Well, I can’t do it!
I decided to get some late breakfast. A brown baguette, well-buttered, the last pickled eggs, the last of the honeyed shallots, and some tomatoes, maybe even a bag of frazzles and some meat sticks?
I got the bread in the oven and was getting the tomatoes out, and the box slipped out of the bag, and I had a job of retrieving them, checking and cleaning them, and slicing and salting them. Half-way through picking them up, I got the camera to take this photo, knelt again and clunk mt knee on the server wheel.
Not that it bothered me at all. After ten minutes, I was buttering the baguette and serving up what turned out to be a reet-treat of a brekkers—much savoured.
Then, I did the washing up, such as it was, and made up some waste bags. I dare not take them to the chute, in case the Nurse, Matron, Dean or Phlebotomy Vampire, Hristina rings. Maybe even the Chemist… no don’t be silly Inchy!
I took a photo of the now brightening sky, was still appearing in layered form.
Next, I started to do some updating of this blog and then attempted to make up some graphics for later use on CorelDraw.
After an hour or so, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea. And the sunshine seemed to be trying to get through the clouds, so I got the Canon camera and snapped this photo from the thick-framed, impossible to get at for cleaning, unwanted, letting rain in, light and view-blocking kitchen window.
Throughout the rest of the day and evening, in my attempt to stay awake, I took several sky photographs, some of which were passable efforts.
Back to CorelDrawing, hello, I just heard a clunk? Mail perhaps? I’ll investigate…
Ah, this looks official, better take a look now.
It was from the Nottingham City Police Pegasus Team. Four pages of confirmation of details held, new ailment since last year, (well that’ll take forever, Hehehe!) And Personal Detail Declaration of Permission given?
Ah, well, onto CorelDraw at last, I can upload the mail photos first.
I packed up computerisationing, to weary and mentally worn out over the prescription problem again. No desire for any meal, I got down to watch some TV with subtitles so I could hear the intercom, mobile or door chimes. As I got settled and opened a packet of Frazzles, the door chime burst forth. I struggled out of the recliner and onto my feet, knocking some things over as I did so (Fancy that!) In walked warden Deana. As we were talking, she heard the Alarm Alert thingy talking. I couldn’t hear it.
It seems in my panic to get out of the chair I must have caught the Alarm Wristlet and set it off. Deana sorted it out with the controller for me. I think that Deana will be glad to get home this weekend, she’s had a lot of hassle, bless her ♥. I wished her a good weekend as she left.
I made a brew, had the 120th wee-wee of the day (well, it felt like it, hehehe!). Now the battle not to fall asleep before the medications arrive, it was not easy, and I failed miserably, but then, a miracle occurred!
My legs fell off of the chair they were resting on to keep the blood flow going, I clouted the right ankle against the swivel chair leg, and jumped a bit, knocking the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman as I flailed about.
As recovered my weak composure, I heard what I thought was the mobile phone ringing. But realised it was indeed the intercom ringing! More panic as I rushed to get there in time.
Giving myself a toe-stubbing en route (Argh!) It was the lovely, pretty young lady from the Carrington Chemist with the prescriptions. Bless her cotton socks! I thanked her. I’m afraid my first thought as she departed, was that I’m going to have to go all through this shemozzle again next month with the medications!
I got the bag onto the server trolley and decided to have a check through the contents.
The Dioctyl® stool softener capsules and Macrogol were not there, the Matron said they would add them to the monthly prescriptions, but no such luck. I began to get down again, knowing that mission impossible will start all over again, and I’ll end up having to fetch them from Carrington. Flobbergaulingness!
When I asked six weeks ago, via Matron Jackie, if they could send the Furesomide separately; the chemist said no, they must go into the pill-pods, were now separated, in their original box? Conrad Confusion reigns!
Well, at least I have the medications for the morning now. It took a lot of hassle, explaining, calling for help, and Duodenal Donald pain, but we got there! At long last, the fretting and pressure eased off, and the Sweet Morpheus-seeking began.
02:15hrs: Woke and remembered the computer not working and letting me add any photographs.
And my depression returned, immediately. Down in the dumps before I’d even thought about getting up out of the recliner! Sickeningly sorry for myself! Not interested in getting up at all, then I recalled that it’s the dentist visit early today. And that got me even more discouraged! Things ain’t going very well at the moment!
Then the double need of a wee-wee and the porcelain Throne arrived together. A funny, rare feeling that! So, off to the wet room. For one of the messiest-ever evacuations. It seems that Trotsky Terence is fighting back! Tsk!
I had a lengthy cleaning up spell, ashed and went to the kitchenette to do the Health Checks and make a brew. The BP was SYS 75, Dia62, and Pulse 85. The thermometer reading was 34.4°c. The shame of not being able to photograph them, no point if the bloody computer is not going to recognise the drives. I sank even lower into the darkness of depression.
On the computer to make a template, and even that wasn’t easy. Various ailment attacked and completed the job lengthy, hard work, and got on my goat!
Then a Porcelain Throne No.2 was needed. Not as bad as the first one, but still messy.
Back to the computer and eventually got the updating done, emailed the link, Facebook and WordPress Reader section visited. This task took me a few hours to achieve.
Then, the Porcelain Throne No.3 was needed. Back to chronic Trotsky Terence’s control; a mess and cleaning up gain. What’s happening?
Did a start to this blog, but time beat me, I was too slow to achieve much, thanks to SSS and Nicolas, mainly. Now, I had to get the ablutions done, or I may be late for the dentist, and I know that the shaving must not be rushed, my EQ has just warned me? Hehe! Back in a bit, I hope…
(Continued from arriving home after the Dentist’s visit and some shopping, and a miracle, the photos are now being read and accepted again?!?!)
Ablutiuonalisationing: I did take my time in shaving, and no cuts at all. A few dropsies overall, about ten, but no injuries whatsoever! But no showering cause it was too early, a stand-up bath of sorts. A Swank and Smug Mode Adopted! Fair enough, there was just the one walking into the door frame on leaving, but of no consequence, a feather-duster blow.
I got some bags made up and taken to the waste-chute. And before leaving to go to the dentist, I started Computer Katie and tried to load the photos again, Well I was flabbergasted, my flab has never been so ghasted! They were accepted! So, not feeling confident about this, I uploaded yesterday’s pictures to CorelDraw straight away.
Which meant I needed to hurry a little now, before setting out on my trip to Mansfield Road, Sherwood taking the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange. The layered evening sky shots, one to the left, straight ahead and to my right.
The others were of the Chilli-Con-Carni evening meal I had, then the and well enjoyed evening meal. I added some passata, mil chilli seasoning, bags of potatoes and some Balsamic vinegar to the mix.
If I recall correctly, it was an 8.5/10 for flavour rating! Hence the well scraped with the bread thins dish. A lemon mousse dessert, and I even left a slice of the bread uneaten. But then again, I’d put a load of spuds in with it. Hehehe! Slurp!
Yee-Ha! But I’ll wait until I try putting the ones on taken today before I get too excited! I took the little Canon camera with me, and as I went out of the lobby door, I spotted my first photographable thing, a large moth I think, on the glass of the filthy lobby windows.
I got a message on the camera ‘This card needs formatting and clearing before using’. Oh, ‘ecky thump! So I went back into the flat and swapped it for an old SD card, and tried that, I’m glad to say, it was accepted. Phew!
I thought I was doing well, I got down in the lift to the lobby, and out across Chestnut Walk and started up the gravel path, into Woodthorpe Grange Park. I got about half-way up, and the breathing was difficult, and I took my first breather. Had to have another break as well before I got up to the top.
But things improved once I was on level ground. In fact, it sloped a bit, and my scrawny, Clopidogrel pot-marked, short little legs got a belt on then, and no breathing problems.
The weather was not bad at all, and I soon found myself at the bottom and turning left along Mansfield Road.
Where I saw this Pavement Cyclist coming towards me, and he just rode on the road against traffic, and right in front of a white van coming out of Trevose Gardens, then back on the pavement and I had manoeuvre out of his way! As he shot by me close, he shouted ‘Couldn’t’… Ah, I see now, it was most likely a naughty word that sounded similar!
The poor mite was likely scared to death to go on the road, but the fungal-face, frigging, flipping, fuck-tard, facinorous, factious, foul-mouthed, fellow can’t help himself, I wished I could have helped him – to fall into the road and get ran-over! But I jest, of course. I think. Scumball! Gragglespitgurgler!
Up the hill, and down to the Co-op Store, where my weakness for food shopping was controlled to a degree! But when they have Sourdough batches on sale, and Frazzles in stock, one is going to be tempted! Hehehe!
Back up the hill, timing it well, (it was just good luck that I wasn’t late) to get there on time. The first challenge for me was bringing up the three steps with the walker-guide and shopping bag, walking stick and umbrella, not to mention the stuff bought at the Co-op shop. Hehehe! I made a hash of it, and some staff came to have a look what the noise and kerfuffle, was all about.
It was fun trying to talk with the receptionist, though. I’m not sure who heard less of what the other was saying! Anyway, they told me to sit down, and came over to me with questions, etc., the major embarrassment was my not knowing my landline number. Went through medical changes from the last visit – she was sorry she asked me, I think, I did go on a bit telling her of the Peripheral Neuropathy, the Stroke, the Diabetes and Saccades Sandra.
I got the crossword book out, and the other receptionist came over, asking if I could manage the stairs up the two floors to the surgery. I said its a struggle, but I made it last time. The other lady joined us, and she told me she’d arranged for me to go into the ground floor room to be done. But it will not be my usual dentist. I hid the beaming smile under my facemask, I’ve never liked him anyway, he’s curt and uninterested, plus he enjoys testing the teeth with venom and gusto, and only stops after I have cringed or said ‘Ow!’ This news cheered me up a tad!
A minute or so later, a young lady (I still notice these things you know! Haha!), arrived and escorted me to a surgery; where the female dentist set about asking the right questions, (whether she was absorbing the answers, I don’t know) but she was a lot gentler with her prodding. I pointed out the tooth that was giving me a little pain, and that there was a hole in the tooth. This didn’t seem to bother her, and she took some X-rays and declared my teggies as being okay. She gave me paperwork to hand to the receptionist when I pay her. I thanked her and wobbled to the reception desk.No receipt for the money spent, mind?
Now hear this – for it is the truth: The receptionist said she had arranged for a ground floor surgery to be used on my next visit, took the money and gave me an appointment on a Thursday, for 13th May 2021 @ 09:00hrs. Then, the other receptionist came out and helped me down the lethal steps, bless her, and a chap passing by came and steadied me when Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances as I was going down the steps. All very embarrassing, yet heartwarming at the same time. ♥
I made my way to the Ozan Continental Food store. Where I lost it completely with all that food around me, and got carried away without a care in the world about whether I needed the stuff or just fancied it! I came across the Krakus canned Boczek and bought a tin, the none of Golonkowa, erm, then a Lopatka and Moussaka… a can of Monalisa Foul Mecames, a can of sausage and beans and Roasted fresh Meat Loaf. I must curtail my fondness of food foraging!
The meatloaf Ingredients: Pork 40%, Chicken meal 20%, drinking water with root vegetables, carrots, parsnips, & peas, breadcrumbs, onion, garlic, nitrate salt, marjoram, and burnt sugar. Well, I’ll give it a go with some of the Sourdough bread later I got, later…
♫ Oh, the good life, full of food seems to be the ideal,
Mmm, The good life lets you eat Marmite and cow-heel,
You won’t fall in love for you can’t take the chance
Overeat and destroy romance, and lose your balance… ♫
A little bit of silliness there, sorry, no charge! Hehehe!
I strode up Mansfield Road and right onto, Winchester Street to await a bus up the hill back home. Thinking, well dreaming, of little other than the meatloaf I’d bought, and the butter to go on the sourdough bread batch, and tomatoes…
The pipping of the car horns brought me out of my foodstuffs-reverie. A dirty astonishing massive lorry was trying to turn around on Winchester Street to make a delivery perhaps, or had he seen how steep the road was and had a lot of weight one? I know about having a lot of weight on, you know!
The bus driveress, handed me a leaflet to read, about a service where we can travel for half-fare and get picked up from the flats, well that’s worth looking into.
We were soon back at Winwood Heights, and someone unknown helped me off at the bus stop. Thank you, muchly ♥.
I hobbled along and called in at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), holding cell, interrogation room and office, to have a word with Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana. No one in. I’ll ring, later on, and I must ask her to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, to make sure they are not going to let me down with the medications again.
I poddled along to Woodthorpe Court and into the lift cage, hello, some wet on the floor I found. No idea what it was, so I avoided treading in it.
Up to the 12th floor, and out and into the apartment. I had a wee-wee first, (How surprising, Hehe!)
Then I got the purchases stored away, after checking them out.
On closer inspection, I was greatly disappointed to see that the roasted meatloaf I’d purchased, had a use-by date of only three days! Never mind, I intended to eat it tonight, so no problem. It’s just that I now fancied some Chilli-Con-Carne instead. Humph!
I telephoned Dean later, and she will come to see me later on this afternoon, she has an important meeting on first.
I made a brew and got on with updating this blog. Thankfully, the computer is currently accepting and recognising the SD card reader.
I spotted the note wot I wrote to remind me about the dentist. A good job I remembered innit?
I had a look at the ‘YourArea’ email magazine thingy, for any up to date Coronavirus figures. This is all I found, but the Red Alert has been removed from the site.
This is for Nottinghamshire.
Well, no Deana yet, and it’s now gone my meal start time, and I’ll need to get some kip in soon. I’ll bet the meeting Deana’s at is one of those on-and-on sessions. I want to wash and strip off ready, but it would be too much of a shock for the gal if she came then. Hahaha!
But, I need to know about the medications soon, especially with the new ones supposedly going on the monthly list. I’m surprised that Chemist owner Deepak hasn’t answered my email, it was him that told me to send one when I was three days away from running out? Well, now in the morning, I’ll only have sufficed medications in stock, for tomorrow alone. Oh, dear!
I want to get the nosh prepared, but, oh, well. Sleep escapes me again. My fault for going to kip so early, mind you, but not today!
Got the meal prepared. I opened the meatloaf, and got it slices, and tried a nibble, in case I was not too fond of it. The vegetables were chunky, the garlic and chilli in the meat were strongish (for my tastes), but I quite liked it all the same.
Got the Sourdough bread sliced (No cut fingers, although a few dropsies doing it). Put the beans with the mild chilly seasoning and tomatoes from the saucepan into the dish—a flavour rating of 7/10. But the meatloaf was tasty enough.
I got the TV on to accompany me while I ate the fodder, and as I noted a Kitchen Nightmare was coming up soon, so as I finished the food, I went and got the washing up done.
The view from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen windows was impressive. I took a couple of photos, and one down onto Chestnut Walk.
The iconic IRCMS (International Red Car Monitoring Services) (Ohio Branch), top head supremo, Billumski Zeighyler, will note there are three red vehicles on this Chestnut Walk view tonight. One moving a bit rapidly? Yes!
Doing the pot washing resulted in a few, I’m afraid to say.
I know have one less, nae, in fact, no drinking glasses left now – doomed to be smashed on the floor, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure!
Carefully I collected the glass, taking particular care not get any cuts.
But I did clout my shoulder against the sink getting back up again from the floor. Huh!
Emptying the bowl, SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley started, and the floor had to be mopped dry, and body towelled. Oy, Oy, Oy!
The only painful part, was when I banged the Cartilage Cathy little finger on the tap (faucet). That stung a bit!
I eventually got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rachitic, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, senescent, hoary, worn-out, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV.
My £889, Nokia 8.3 5G, with 171.9 x 78.56 x 8.99mm, 220g Side fingerprint scanner, and Google Assistant button, Punch hole camera, LCD 21:9, 60Hz, and 6.81-inch display, mobile rang forth and flashed. (This may not describe exactly, the model of my mobile, but near enough, Hahaha!)
A distant sounding voice, that seemed possibly Polish or Latvian, (No lousy language heard) began to mouth-off, moaning about a taxi or something. By the time I got into the one-way conversation and told the man, I was not a taxi company; he rang off immediately. Ah, well! I hope the gentleman got his cab after all.
Resettled in the recliner once again, I took the medications, and the Gordon Ramsay programme came on. I’d seen it before, so turned off the set. This was when the Thought-Storms exploded, with concerns and worries. Will the cpmputer still recongnise the Card reader? – Why did the dentist tell me the tooth was alright; when it obviously isn’t? – Will I remember to try and catch Deana again to ask her to ring the chemist for me about the prescriptions? – Why on earth did I buy the meatloaf? How do I find someone to cut my ever longer and getting warped toe-nails? – I must get to call in the opticians to get my glasses adjusted – Why did I go a complete day without a leg-dance of any note? (not complaining though) – There is someting else I had to remember for Friday, I know there is, but what?
But SSS shook me out of the mindset I was in, and in doing so, I knocked the TV remote and tablet tray that was resting in the folds of my flabby-stomach belly down between the recliner and chair – And they can stay there!
00:20hrs: I woke, wanting the standard, as is to be expected nowadays, wee-wee. Extracting my scarily-flobby, Brobdingnagian-sized, stomached-body from the warmth of the second-hand, pre-owned, £300, c1968, recliner, was a little more difficult this morning. I had a visit from Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) at the same time. Which caused some difficulty in gaining my balance, not to mention the agony… oh, I did mention it! Hehehe!
Once I started hobbling to the wet room, things eased off a smidge, although I did clout my elbow against the door, it was only a trivial, half-hearted affair. Nae bothers, no bruises, no bleeding at all. Nothing, to a brave-hero type, and stalwart like wot I am. Ahem!
When I’d finished the surprisingly-spirited wee-wee, I washed and returned to the recliner, to check for any signs of nocturnal nibblings that needed cleaning up, and or pens, pencils, spoons, spectacles, hearing aids, batteries or tablets that had been dropped. (It does happen regularly!)
As I walked to look between the chairs for escaped objects… ARGH!
I trod (bare-footed of course, it had to be, didn’t it) on what belt like t tin-tack or ball-bearing! By Gawd, it made me smart, wince and mutter an oath silently! See the p[itcure of the offending item on the right? I’ll tell you the story: Weeks ago, no, months ago now, I managed to sit watching the TV, and to pod some fresh peas into the saucepan. (I did report this on the Inchcock Today). The amazing thing about this day was that I only dropped one pea! But I could not find it and gave up the search. Now, here it appears again, rock-solid, and on the carpet in front of the recliner? I mused over how this could be, and came to a conclusion, it was fell either in the stomach fold or the belly button, and I’d been carrying it around with me until this morning when I got up, and it fell out… No, no, that’s too far fetched! Or, it had fallen on the quilt and hybernated there… No, not that either, cause I washed the quilt a fortnight ago?
It will have to go down, and be blames on the ghosts, spirits, spectres, wraiths, apparitions. Phantasms, departed-souls, eidola, bogies, hallucinations, materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations, vampires, zombies, hobgoblins, succubi, grotesqueries, urchins, scapegraces, or alien lambs of the devil, that seem determined to enforce and watching me get confused, worried and crumbling into a mental wreck? But, maybe not.
At long last, I got on with the Health Checks. The no contact thermometer showed 32.7°c, the ear-hole on, 34.1°c.
I keep doing this using them both; I think in vain and silly hope the contact-free Amazon bought one might suddenly come good and work right? Why? I am a fool!
I go the Boot’s sphygmomanometer into use, next. The SYS had gone back up a little.
A sudden and needy call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. No hesitation was shown, I hobbled to the wet room and got down on the Throne, remembering the knee-raiser to use. What a cracking session! Quick, only discomfort, no real pain at all! Not a sign of any bleeding, and to top up the miracle, no mess!
These Dioctyl stool softeners take a while to work, built they are effective, now!
It was a slow, frustrating job; various ailments seemed to be taking in turn to give me some bother. But hey, that’s much better than them ganging up at the same time. Hours later, I got the updating finished, and the Tuesday post sent off. Emailed the link. Pinterested some photos. Updated the Facebooking and visited the Winwood Heights pages.
The landline flashed, it was Matron Jackie. She was with the Doctor, and asked how I was, and about the dizzies and walking into things. After a discussion, she asked if she could get the Doctor to arrange some specialist examinations. Bless Her! I agreed, of course.
I rang off and then, I thought I’d ring Deana, about ringing the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, to see if they are going to let me down again and leave me without any medications. But, the landline was dead! Recorded messages kept coming and repeating from Alarm Alert box “Your telephone is disconnected”… Oh, dearie me!
I got some black bags made up and took them to the waste chute. THen went down in te elevator to go and see Deana.
The top picture of the lobby entrance on my way out; looked like this one, later I lightened a copy so the unfinished electrics and holes in the wall and ceilings could be seen betterer. Hehe!
I hobbled up to Winwood Court and the Wardens holding-cell. She knew about the Virgin (It had to be them!) lines being down, and Virgin had told her everyone had had a letter telling them it was going down today. I hadn’t and many other tenants as well. We had a natter, and I forgot all about asking her to ring the chemist for me. Tsk!
I got back and carried out the ablutions. It went well today!
I got back and concentrated on my blogging, but it wasn’t easy. Hours later, the weariness came over me. I must remember the Dentist in the morning. I’ll leave a note for myself; I’ll do it now! Done!
I took a photo of the park play area behind the flats I was using the Kodak. It wasn’t a very good one.
Then made another effort of the end car park. That wasn’t so good either, Tsk!
Dang Kodak camera!
I had a quick look at the Your Area email magazine.
Found some bits relating to the Coronavirus figures, not that I understood them all. Getting awfully tired and beginning to lose my concentration, now!
I got up to check on the chilli-con-carne, it was alright, just needed a stirring, and went to wash my hands, and the dammed Dizzy Dennis had me over! Fell against a plastic bin, thus saving ant serious injury that was lucky, but I’ll need a new waste bin now.
But it doesn’t bother me in the least. Pickleglobknobs! Boulderclumps! Brunglebogs!, Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! Skullclogglebonks! Kluggledanks! Klunglefrazzles! Grangleclogs Expuslivications! Puggleclumpdimwit! Flagtoggles! Gragnangles! Grogglebonksworth, Granglesbognessbuggerit! Criggleblogglesworthisms! Grumblemoanski! Knackwrangles! and Schluberdubersnarl! Turned off the computer, and got the nosh sorted.
Ate nosh, and nodded off.
All the photographs I took after this, I attempted to put on the computer in the morning. But, I failed miserably… these are the picklement snips from Windows. I just cannot get any photographs on at all.
I’m pretty low and depessed now!
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Now I’m miffed, lost, puzzled, angry, feeling sorry for myself, frustrated and have had enough!
In need of help with this, but lock-down prevents anyone calling to assist me! Humph!
00:05hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. (And gratefulness at not being woken up for any wees, was present, and sincere).
The morning battle to extract my plump, burdensome, bellied body from the c1968, non-working recliner, went as well as it has for weeks now! A temporary Smug-Mode was adopted.
The wee-wee was a little more urgent than of late, so I utilised the awaiting nearby EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). This was the start of another wee-weeing day, of great repetitions and variety of modes. I’ll try not to mention them again, but they were persistent!
I took the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and sanitising, and needed another wee whilst doing this; I used the WC. I washed the hands and antisepticated the touch areas, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on. When it dawned on me, the state I was in last night; and yet now, here I was this morning, walking about with a reasonably clear head, not banging into things, and my balance had returned? The strangeness of senility is subjugated, when something confuses one further… I’m not sure what I meant to say there, but it came out wrong, I’m sure it did!
I turned on the kettle and tackled the Health Checks first. The old still working Boot’s BP hemadynamometer gave me a pleasant surprise, the SYS was down again, to 151. I was getting a feeling that things might not go so bad today – why? I’ve no idea!
I used both of the thermometers, as I have been doing for a few days now, to see how far out of sync the new one is, and Cor, Blimey! Luv a duck! I got the same reading on each one! Konrad Confusion was getting tested a bit, here!
I remembered the Iceland delivery is due this morning also my B.O. reminded me that I didn’t have a shower or shave yesterday, with not feeling too good. So, I planned to get as much computer work done as I could, but stop at 06:30hrs, so I could get a good stand-up wash (To early a time to use the noisy shower and disturb my neighbours), do the teggies and have a good shave. This needed doing badly and had to be achieved before the chance of anyu delivery arriving, thus allowing myself an hour-and-a-half to get the ablutions done. It may sound like a long time, but I can never be certain which of the ailments may affect things, so better safe than sorry. I’m waffling again… sorry about that.
I made the brew, took the medications, and got the computer going to download any photos first. I found two pictures that I could not recall taking last night. This one of the evening meal, shame I can’t recall much making it or even less of eating it.
And the second one is even more of a mystery to me. When I took it, I’ve no idea, but it was on the SD card following the dish of fodder. It looks like it’s belting down with rain outside, and the light was not on in the kitchen. Note that this information and Sherlock Holmesianess helped me to work out why or when I took the picture.
Then I spent many hours making up a template, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was in good form, making progress very difficult, and she was with me for ages! Humph! Eventually, she calmed down and was only giving the odd little few second shudders, and I made good progress then, finished the template and got the updating done for yesterdays blog. Pinterested, some pictures, emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section.
I stopped to make a brew I noticed how the carpet was wearing out, from the computer desk to the wet room. I hope the lady urologist rings soon on her promised check-up on me, then I can tell her of the FWW (Frequent Wee-Weeing) problem.
I took these pictures in different camera settings from the thick-framed, unwanted, rain-letting-in, light & view-blocking, impossible to get at for cleaning (for me), kitchen window. Obviously, it had been devised to cause the most stress and discomfort to elderly disabled people. So, a few discrete back-handers may have been needed, to get them fitted into blocks of flats for old, and disabled folk to live with.
The designer, who is plainly a sufferer of gerascophobia, gerontophobia, classism, and perhaps ableism and ageism too, ought to have their own Coronavirus ward, so we can visit them, and offer forth advice and arsenic cocktails.
Still, these deadly-designed windows don’t bother me at all. Oh, no!
I had a ponder on what to have to eat for dinner today. The two crock-pots laid there, awaiting some attention? Ah, I’ll see what I’ve ordered from Iceland then make my mind up I think.
I came across this picture on Facebook; I thought it was worth a smile, so put it in.
Brekkers time. A buttered baguette and bag of Frazzles sound tempting, I’ll get the oven heating up.
Made one graphic on CorelDraw, then I got the breakfast served up. I remembered the Dentist to visit in the morning. I baked a brown baguette, and I gobbled some Frazzles, as well, had a drink of spring water with it. Enjoyable little nibble that was!
I washed the things and had washed a zip-up jacket. With my not having a shower and wearing this most of the day, it had to be done, and I added some disinfectant to the sink while I got the Ablutions tended to, to give it a real freshening-up!
Ablutionalisationing Session Report! A mixed bag of incidents today, good & bad!
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Yet again, as I got in the wet room, an urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne arrived. And a great evacuation it was in three ways; First, the size of it (Colossal!) Secondly, barley any discomfort or pain, and it was over quickly!
But messier than it’s been for many a month, much time cleaning up needed.
The teeth-cleaning went well, with only one toothpaste dropsies!
The nasal clearing was rather unfortunate. As I put the plastic-hose up my nose, SSS decided that would be a good time to give me a good shuddering and shaking bout – It took a while to stop the bleeding, Globnobhackers!
A mixed bag in the shaving department; Only one tiny cut!
But so many dropsies it got ridiculous!
The plates and pins were looking far too pale and bloodless for my liking!
However, the Chill-Con-Carne burn had all but faded away.
And the ankle ulcer too!
The Arthur Itis and Crtilidge Kathy Knees had transformed themselves once again, shape and lump-wise.
No bath towelling, so no knocking anything off of the cabinets!
No toe-Stubbing either! Oh, Yes!
The medicationing proffered a few moments of stings and pains and a couple of ‘Argh’s! And ‘Flipping-Heck’s’ (This is not the exact wordage used! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and Arthur Itis’ knees Cartalidges damage being the worst offenders.
Although I did walk into the door frame leaving the room, this was a minor event, a triviality, that didn’t even draw any blood, or as far as I can tell, didn’t even leave me with a bruise!A piece of cake, of an imitation Accifauxpas! I laugh in its face! (I might be losing it again here?)
I got dressed, and hand washed the zip-up jumper, I used the fabric softener and some Lavender-orange Dettol disinfectant in the final hand rinse.
It smelt nice as I got the wash done, wrung and hung it over the sink to dry.
I was about to make a brew, of Thompsons Punjana this time, and the sky was filled, well there were dozens of crows flying by, they kept flying around in wide-arcs, and more birds joined them at the top of the trees near the park. I got the camera out and did my best to get some distant photographs of the creatures; it reminded me of Alfred Hitchcock’s, ‘The Birds’ film. The Murder of crows soon departed a few minutes later and flew en-masse up the hill behind the flats.
Then the rain came rather heavily, and I went to the balcony to take some shots of it through the windows. Ah, the new windows again! These are the ones that had fallen out or off when one or more of us oldies tried to open them. Have caused bruises, bleeding and scared many of us. But I think they were designed by the same gerontophobic or with hatred or fear of the elderly due to memento mori, personages. These obviously have gone a stage further than the kitchen window designers, who are happy to injure and scare us, this group of architects are trying to kill us. But you don’t like to complain, does yer. The rent is very fair here.
Minutes later the rain stopped altogether and the sun. I got the paperwork out to start sorting through, and, ‘Aha’, the intercom lit-up and ringeth!
T’was the Iceland delivery Gentleman. He was soon up at the flat door. And putting the carriers in the doorway inside for me. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G &T.
I couldn’t close the door, so moved the carriers around the corner, then closed the door. I thought I’d better move the bags into the kitchen straight away, in case of any fire alarm activations. I carried the carriers carefully into the kitchenette and set about sorting them out. No list of items was left again to check them off against.
I got the fodder stored away and discovered what it was I was going to have for today’s nosh.
A cheapo (£I) ready-meal I’d ordered. Cheesy beans, p[otatoes and sausage, cook in the oven ones. I’m going to bury the food in the tray with Leicester grated cheese and overcook it later. I may regret this, Hehe!
I remembered that I have to email the pharmacy today, to advise them that I only have three days of medications left. So, as soon as I got the fodder was sorted, I did this email. But not with any degree of confidence at all. With the number of times that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453. Just up the road from the Lidl store. They have left me without medications this year; it must be four times at least. I did this screen-shot to save, in case of any denials about getting the email. My faith in them has not recovered yet!
Here’s hoping they get here in time.
Then I had a check on the Google Calendar for any orders I may have put in with Morrisons.
Nope, nowt there, I’ll do one for next week, better check again to see what I’ve got on medically speaking.
Not an easy task getting an order in for Morrisons today.
I got this message as soon as I tried to access the site.
But, after last weeks disgusting service from Sainsbury’s, crap substitutes, and the damaged cakes and bread etc., I’m not too keen on using them again, my confidence in them is at an all-time low! Grubbledammum!
So, I did get on the Morrison site, add a delivery slot for the 10th November, 13:00 > 14:00hrs was obtained. They had no Frazzles, no Surami sticks and no Marmite cheese! Still, I got Salt & Vinegar crisps, Marmite Crisps, and Squid Vinegar along with much more stuff, like Milk Roll and Bread thins. Of course, that is if they arrive?
I got the oven heating up for the potato, cheese and sausage meal, to be cooked—some Leicester grated cheese in stock to cover it with. Oh, and I’ve ordered some Chilli-Con-Carni cans, as well as some cheap cans of red beans that can be used to top up the chilli. I’m getting into this chilli lark now.
Got the meal in the oven, and had a go at making one more graphic for the TFZers. Then replied to some comments that had come it.
Got the meal out of the oven, the cheese on top was burnt, just enough, to suit me, lovely!
I served it up pm a tray, added the potatoes, tomatoes and a few of the caramelised honeyed shallots. Boy was I enjoying it.
Then, part of the way through eating it, the umpteenth call for a wee-wee arrived, and turned it out when I got there; the Porcelain Throne was also needed. Leaving the meal, was inexorable, cruel, but now I had to cope with the evacuation as well. Grobbleknangles!
On the bright side, though, things went well, it was just the time to clean up afterwards that irked me. The thought of my wonderful meal getting ever colder. Grrr!
However, as you can see, when I got back, I devoured the remainder of the nosh. And, it got a 9/10 taste-rating, despite it being not so warm. Hahaha!
I got the pots, and stuff washed, moved the drying jacket, and got down with a can of Shandy, a bag of Frazzles and some nuts to nibble, as I tried to get to sleep. It said on the can that the shandy was 0.4% volume, so I felt a tad guilty, after so many alcoholicless years of my withdrawal struggle, I could taste the beer, even at this low percentage. I think I’ll be alright, though. Hehe! No chance of getting addicted again, I hope!
The swift envelopment of Sweet Morpheous was unexpected and so very welcome. The landline burst forth flashing away, as I struggled out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickey, none-working recliner, I thought it might be the Warfarin Clinic with the results and new dosages for me. I was happily wrong! Happy because it was Jenny ringing me, I always enjoy that, even when she tells me off about something. Hahaha! We had a natter and laugh, not that everything lodged into my grey-cell-box, and we said our farewells.
Getting back down in the recliner, I needed another wee-wee! Tsk! Again! I pray that I’m not going to start getting woke up in the night for the evacuations? Oh, dear! And Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a bit, so off to the wet room for some painful treatment, and a good wash up.
I got back into the land of nod, with ease, and the dreams flowed, not that I can remember much of them, but I sense they were good ones, happy ones?
I slept through (I think) for a straight (Wee-wee-less) five hours until around midnightish! The dreaming didn’t stop, but I feel they were good ones, I’d love to remember more detail. Anyways, I woke up feeling in a decent mood… Oh, what were they about! Humph!
01:45hrs: I woke, wrestled out of the recliner, and wobbled worryingly-wearily, (I’d had a good four-hours kip?) and without Metal-Mickey, to the wet room.
Where I took a wee-wee of a more determined nature this time. Of the SFSFS (Steady-Flowing-Stream-Failing-Shortly) variety. As is usual with these types, the AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble) was a lengthy one. The only real concern was that the colouring, according to the ‘Check-Card’, had gone a bit darker and was now well within the level 5 – Dehydrated shade scale. Tsk!
I got the kettle on, moved the drying hand-washed clothes. Got the pots washed from last night, and realised I could still taste the Chilli I’d had, but there were signs of complaints from the innards.
I opened the window to take this rather pitiful photo of the morning sky. The wind and rain blew in, and my being naked at the time, it didn’t half make me jump as my overweight, adipose, avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, paunchy, plump, ponderously-portly pot-bellied midriff got cold and wet!
Then made the brew of Glengettie tea, and started doing the Health Checks. Gladly, the ear-thermometer is working still, after Matron Julie told me not to use the pod covers, and offered forth a reading of 35.1°c, a lot better.
The Boot’s BP machine (also working again?) showed the SYS was down to 159, lower than it’s been for a while, but according to the nurse, still too high. Also, the irritating dry coughing is a lot less this morning. Overall, a decent Health Check.
As I was putting things away, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrives, so off to the wet room. A much easier evacuation than yesterday’s were. I took a snap of the foot and leg, the ChilliCon-Carne burn came out in it looking bad, but it wasn’t at all, the only pain was if I touched it? And the colour was a little weird to me. When I have the shower, later on, I bet it fades as the colouring from the chilli is washed away. Hehehe! (Sherlock Holmesian Mode Adopted!
Washed and made up some more small waste bags, to go down to the chute later on when it’s not too early and will disturb folks who may be laying in.
I got o the computer, and downloaded the photographs from yesterday and this morning. I came across this one on the right, not the foggiest idea how I managed to take it? Plainly, it was taken in the kitchen, cause of the flooring and waste bins. But when and why, remains one of the great mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Spectres, Spirits, Spooks, Eidolons, Wairuas, Kehuas and the Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to torment and frighten the bejesus out of me! I just thought I’d mention it.
I got on with updating the Sunday post and got a decent crack-on with it too. The ailments were not too bad at all, and for once I could type without any hassles from SSS or NTs interference. It was like being released from torture, Great!
I got it done and posted off, Emailed the link, caught up of Facebooking and Pinterested a few snaps from the diary. (I had not felt so contented [with my progress] for yonks!)
Then the second-summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Even easier than the first one, obviously still painful, but far less so! Things were going well here, and it worried me, it’s unnatural!
I had a look at the burn mark on the foot, and now it seemed to have already faded greatly? And the right knee’s ICP (Proximal Interphalangeal Cartilage Pain), although just becoming more bothersome as I took the photo, the swelling does not appear to be so bad. It’s all confusing to me!
As I got back in the front room, the light from outside darkened, it seemed someone was using a dimmer-switch on it. Haha! I went out on the balcony and took a couple of photos of the skyline.
I resembled a layered cake but in blue.
By the way, I’m not mentioning the wee-weeing, as I’m coping with the liquid-runs again today. They have been persistent, to say the least. Humph! And, worryingly seem to be getting darker in colour with each one. The infection is coming back, methinks.
I was about to start this blog at long last, and Sister Jane sent an email, with a photographicalisation of ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), lap-top dancer, Warden Deana! Jane had taken it for me, from Friday’s BBC News. She’d recorded it and got me this super screen-shot so that I can put it on the Winwood Heights Facebook page. Bless her, Cotton Socks! I sent an email back thanking her. Super innit! Thanks, Jane, I’m impressed! ♥
I posted it to Facebook. Went on the WordPress Reader.
Back on CorelDraw to try and get at least one more graphic done for tomorrow, and I thought I heard the mobile ringing, but could not find it. By the time I’d gotten out of the chair, it had stopped – then I had realised it was the Front Lobby Intercom ringing, by the time I got to the panel, that stopped.
In the midst of all this, I suddenly felt dizzy, unsteady and a cracking headache started, the mind was befuddled, confused as well. This didn’t bode well at all.
The door chimes rang out, and in walked my precious Vampire Nurse, Hristina. I’d got her down on the calendar as coming tomorrow?
Things got more mixed up, and I lose losing my grip. (This happened a couple of weeks ago for the first time when they changed the medications) I assume all went well because I can’t remember much about the nurse’s visit. Let alone her leaving. I didn’t dream it, and the cotton wool was taped to the vein.
No choice left, I’ll get something to eat, take the meds and get sat down, try to recover a smidge, and maybe even sleep.
I’ll be back in a while, or the morning, see how it goes. Dizzy Dennis is bad now.
Fell asleep, at midnight, I woke and got up. The wee-weeing commenced.
00:45hrs: I woke, feeling somewhat cold and in need of a wee-wee. (There’s a surprise, Hahaha!) I dismounted the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner, with relative ease this morning, too. Grabbed Metal Mickey (The four-pronged walking stick) and over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) for an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee.
Washed, and decided not to do the Health Checks or medication-taking until later. I opted to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and get on with updating the Saturday blog. As I was making the mug of Punjana, I had a visit from an ailment that has been so good to me lately, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and she was persistent, and violent with it this morning. This got the memory-box kicked into gear; I seem to remember her waking me up a few times overnight. I hope it’s not a bad sign.
As I returned to the computer, I managed to hit my right shoulder against the door frame, and my resistentialism came to the fore, as to the frame I swore! Hehehe! I pressed on, and got the updating of the Saturday blog completed, despite Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS trying to interrupt me. Humph! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I sent it off to WordPress. I emailed the link. Pinterested some bits. Then did the Facebook updating. Then visited the WP Reader section. Some brilliant photography in blogs today.
I got the kettle on again, and I had to hobble to the Porcelain Throne, rather swiftly. So painful again, but not messy and all over in a trice.
Took the tea with me, and back onto the computer. Made a start on this blog, and then made up another template for Monday. Had to graphics as well, Tsk! It’s all go here!
I made a late breakfast of sorts. Surami sticks, a bag of salt & vinegar crisps and oven-warmed part-baked brown baguette; sliced it, and generously dolloped some Marmite in it. Matron Jackie would be proud of me trying to have breakfasts. Or not!
Hello, here’s Throne-Trip number two, off to the wet room! That was a little easier, but far from pain-free. Hey-Ho! But the PMAD (Post-Micturition After Dribble) from Little Inchie, took that long to finish, I had a go at the crossword puzzle. Blurblecrups!
I went on the ‘Your Area’ Email, but a distinct lack of Coronavirus figures found? A lot about the new lockdown rules from Mind Prinister, though. Being in the High-Risk Category, as most of the tenants, apart from the younger ones, I imagine, so the rules will basically, make no difference to me.
Almost time to get the Ablutions tended to, now, and this should give me time to get Josie’s meal prepared afterwards.
As I made my way to the wet-room, I noticed the Health Check things lying untouched on the flat clothes airer. I must get them done afterwards.
I got the jammy-bottoms and thin shirt along with a couple of woolly bobble-hats, soaking in the sink bowl.
At last, off to the wet-room. At least the Ablutionalisationing went well for a change. A few minor dropsies, nothing too serious injury-wise. Thew ankle-ulcer wasn’t even itching let alone hurting today.
I think I’ve mastered it now. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that and tempted fate?
Doing the medicating, I dropped the Germoloid tube and went down to retrieve it, getting my wrist caught up with the other things that have been laying down there awaiting rescue from days ago, and the metal leg on the seat raiser. Hey-ho, not to fret!
I got the mixture ready to go in Josies cheesy-buttered spuds.
Then I got dressed and put the two hats on the stand-up airer, with the towel. Then I washed, rung and hung the jammies and shirt, and put them on hangers above the kitchen sink to drip-dry.
Then got Josie’s nosh prepared. I long job, not as easy as it used to be, but at least SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was no bother at that moment.
I did the belated Health Checks, the ear mended by Nurse Jackie ear thermometer was still working, despite my having used it. Hehehe! And a higher reading by a smidge this time, 36.2°c!
The flipping SYS was still too high, mind. I still can’t understand how whenever a nurse take the BP; it’s always ‘Okay’?
Then I concentrated of getting the Sunday Lunch for Madam served up. And this week’s treat was smoked haddock, a smoked haddock fish ball (cake) as well, with the usual trimmings, oh some baby carrots for a change.
This photo on the right is an old one; because when it came to me finding time to upload the pictured I’d taken today, along with another photo of the burnt leg (story to follow later), both had dissolved into the ether from the SD card, again! Grrr!
I duly felivered it… or I should say, delivered it, to Josie’s door, but was for the first time, late getting there, 6 minutes late, at 12:06hrs. Oh, the shame! The smoked haddock fishcake got her dubious, “What’s that’ she asked prodding it. I had to smile as I told her. Bless her; she even said I was early this week, and it’s the very first time I’d been late? But I fully understand and grasp the situation, just about all of us here are memory challenged in our old age, I certainly am! Haha!
I tried to make a Template on CorelDraw, well, I tried, but my concentration had gone two-sheets to the wind suddenly. Not being up to doing a template, I made just one page top graphic on CorelDraw for tomorrows IT (Inchcock Today).
I had to give up. I checked the Emails before going on the comments section, and one had come in from Ohio, no, Utah… or, America from Billumski’s better-half, Lisa. I struggled a bit to read the message and was answering it when…
I smelled something burning, a mild panic gripped me, and I hurried into the kitchen…
Gave me a sharp toe-stubbing in my hurry…
Found that the Chilli as well scorched and congealed in the saucepan…
And Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed on my. I dropped the bloody saucepan!
The contents partially came out, luckily it was solidified with my burning it, so only a small dollop landed on my ankle, but it stuck there like glue!
I kicked off the offending lump of hot chilli, and after the use of some bad language, well, terrible really it was…
I got some kitchen towel, not much liquid, most of it had coagulated, and I hit Cartilage Cathy’s little finger against the edge of the counter, and the pain did start!
To be added to, by Back-Pain-Brenda by the time I’d bent down several times to clean up the mess!
NOT ONE OF MY BETTERER MOMENTS!
I did complete the email reply to Lisa, hope she got a laugh out of it when I told her of my cataclysmic cock-up! Laugh? I had to afterwards, but didn’t at the time!
I think I can save what’s left of the meal in the pan, and make some gravy and add it to it, so it’s at least semi-edible.
I decided to have a check on any comments come in before getting the fodder salvaged.
After much faffing about, guesswork and effort, I got the rescued Chilli-Con-Carne served up.
It lay there, looking at and challenging me to dare try to eat it! For some reason, Quatermass came into my mind. Hahaha!
It was so thick and burnt that there was not a single drop of juice dropped from spoon or fork! When I dipped the first slice of the Irish Soda bread into the mixture, the bread crumbled as it was pushed down into the thick, gooey, resistant, but: Oh, so tasty, regravied Chilli mix. I had to shove the broken bits of bread in the chilli, with the fork to allow it to soak some of the leather-like Bisto in!
Boy, it was one of the tastiest nosh’s I’ve ever had! A Flavour Rating of 9/10 for this one! Although, obviously, there will have to be repercussion from Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Brian’s Bowels, and possibly other areas?
At that time, I wasn’t bothered in the slightest. I’d had a meal to savour, relish and enjoy. And I did! Then got the pots to soak in the sink, with the sad-looking layered in gravy and chilli, saucepan.
After which, I got down in the c1968 recliner, feet up on the chair, got up for a wee-wee, back in the chair, and it didn’t take long for me join Sweet Morpheus, with a happily contented, rumbling stomach to accompany me, off into the land of nod. Ahhh!
