Intangled Inchie, Thursday 14th January 2021

 You’ve got to love her!

Thursday 14th January 2021

Afrikaan: Donderdag 14 Januarie 2021

01:40hrs: I reclaimed ersatz life, to be greeted by of the ‘Hum’, and the noise from the machinery on the roof, greeted me.

For once, I was not a willing waker-upperer. There was a certain degree of melancholic dolefulness, lingering in the grey-cells. As it was beginning to develop into neuroticism, a bit of good luck, the need for a wee-wee arrived. And my mind was diverted to concentrating on getting safely out of the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner and catching my balance to get the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), in time.

1: I didn’t make it in time. Oh, dearie me! The PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) caught me out – then the wee-weeing started without hesitation as normally would have, with what seemed like a gallon of liquid belting out like water from a fireman’s hose! Never in the field of wee-weeing, have I passed so much in a shorter time!

2: I got en route to the wet room to clean things up, and a high-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I must have been only feet away from the door to the wet room, and I failed to get there on time. Another embarrassing early arrival caught me out, once again!

CW023: The innards content came out part-way, and refused to budge any further. Which was confusing, cause it felt soft but massive. I grabbed the crossword book because it was obvious that things were not going to be pushable, I decided to wait until the innards were ready. When things did start, it didn’t finish completely. I ended up standing up in a straggling position. And the newly started yesterday, Andrex roll, was almost used up! The amount of bleeding again was a bit worrying.

The cleaning, freshening up (vigorously) and medicating after the evacuation was, inwardly belittling and took me ages! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging like never before! The Germolid ointment is running low. New PP’s were put on, and a good wash and sanitising of the touch-areas was completed. Gawd, I’ve only been up for about an hour, and I was feeling drained already! What a start to the day! Granglesbognessbuggerit!

Off I went to the kitchen to make a brew of 99 tea. As I turned off the light to take this photo facing the kitchen window, I needed yet another wee-wee! It was another sudden urgent affair, and I was lucky to get to the bucket on time. Another long, blasting-out affair! Washed the mitts, back to the kitchenette and made the brew.

Got the computer on, and more Windows updates had arrived, they scare me you, know! Humph!

As I was loading WordPress, the need for yet another wee-wee arrived. I truly had to empty the NWWB, it was that full!

I washed and disinfected it, and returned with it to the computer room. Finally, I started on the photos uploads, then the updating of the Wednesday IT diary. Half an hour into this… yes you’ve guessed, another wee-wee was required! However, it was less torrential and far less of it this time. I washed the dandies and returned to the main junk room.

I engaged my famously unproductive Sherlock Holmesian Investigative mode. I pondered on why the wee-weeing was so persistent and powerful today. After a while considering and analysing all available data, I arrive at the following conclusion: I had obviously got the medications wrong somehow. With the  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345, Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, cocking up the pill pods and failing to put any covers on them, that caused me to drop all the pills on the floor. Got down on my knees to pick them up, but many have never been seen again, then calling for help for me to get back up off of the floor, and handed up guessing which was which of the Furesomide, Beta-Blockers and Codeine? Tsk!

I then pressed on with the diarying, got it finished. (Three wee-wees) Posted it off, Pinterested a photo, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then, onto Facebook catch-up, and decided to get the Health Checks done.

The SYS had gone up a little more. Humph!

The temperature was fine, though. At least something seems to be near normal. I can’t say that very often! Hehe!

A mammoth wee-wee, there are getting longer again? How? Why?


Back on the computer and had a read of the YourArea e-magazine.

The Coronavirus figures are now scarier than ever! I wish some of the folks who go out every day on the bus would read these figures. They could be spreading the virus every time? The UK figures shown were even more frightening to me.

I got some brekkers before it was time to get the ablutions seen to.

I sat and ate it all up slowly, to degust it fully. Everything on the plate was good tastewise. The dried onions, grapes and Pork & pickle mini-pies were excellent! A Brekkers-Rating of  8.5/10!

Off to get the ablutions done. And boy, yet again it was a good one: The ailments were fair to me…ish. The dropsies were only about eight in total. Just the one cut shaving. The showering was Dizzy Dennis-free. Oh, yes! Just the once clout against the grab-rail, but a very minor one. Even the medicationalisationing went injury free! Not pain-free, but you can’t have everything. Hehehe!

The hand-washing was done when I got out of the wet-room. Just one Myanmar (Burmese) zip-up jacket,  and a woollen cap, were done, wrung and hung.

I made up a coup;e pf rubbish bags and a recycling one, then got them on the box on the walker-guide, got to the doorway, and had to nip back to the wet-room for a wee-wee!

This one was far less vicious and much sorter. In my opine, this indicates that I must have taken two Furesomides instead of one in the Carrington Pharmacy cock-up. But was it a Codeine or a Beta-blocker that I’d taken extra? Could have been a Codeine, cause the toothache is not so bad today?  Another Sherlockian Mode there, Haha!

I decided to visit ILC, (Independent Living Coordinator), Ballerina and Warden, Deana later. To ask her to ring the chemist for me. To find out when the next prescription delivery is due, and ask them to not put the stuff in pill-pods. Why, you ask? (Well, you should! Haha!) The pill-pod-packs that the nurse thought and I would be a good thing and control my medications better are just not working at all! They come with different numbers of might dose pill? Last month they came with no pull covers, and I lost a weeks supply. And I am now out of Codeine; unless some of the rescued tablets might be them, but of course, I’ll never know! I do know it is hard work sorting tablets for the month from boxes, but I can check easier to see that they have not short delivered me!

I got down in the lift to the ground floor lobby, it was mayhem, the working lads all around, and having to move to let us through. I got outside, and our caretakers were out under the cover, near the bins. They took the bags and box from me. I had a chunter about the folks who keep going out every day, and spreading the virus, they agreed… I think.

Then I poddled in the getting heavier rain to Winwood Court and the Obersturmbannfuhreresses Interrogation room, Holding-Cell and Office. Hehehe! Deana rang the chemist for me and wrote the time down of the prescription’s delivery for me. 16th January. I thanked her, and out into the rain again back to Woodthorpe Court.

I got in the lift after the workers had made room for me again, bless ’em.  I thought I’d pressed the twelfth-floor button, but when I arrived at the fifteenth, I realised I hadn’t? Getting senile is not an option, you know, but it comes free-gratis, at least! Heterophemy is something else that we get free in our later years. Just thought I’d warn any whippersnappers who might have wandered onto this page by mistake! Not to mention the physical ailments.

I’m waffling again, that’s also a quality you might cop-for in later years, I did, obviously. Hehe!

I got down to the right floor, taking this snap as I left the elevator cage with my emptied out cardboard box and carriers adorning the trolley.

As I put the kettle on, I noticed that sleet had joined in with the rain, the houses all around were getting a coating on their rooftops. A lot of rain still, so it shouldn’t settle. (Famous last words?) Seconds later I got the camera and took this shot of the view from the window. I may have to review my forecast now. Har-har!

As I began to pour the tea, Colin Cramps attacked, in my left hand and fingers. The photo I took, not easy with the right-hand, assisted by my bulging, wobbly midriff. It might be because I knew what was happening, but the photo seemed to have a slight blur on the index finger, that’s because it was shaking all over the place, while all the other digits were distorted and rock-hard. I had to wait a while before Colin cleared the body, then he had a go at my right ankle! Spangleturdes!

I got the oven warming up for the sweet potato Cottage pie to be cooked later, with I hope lashings of ready-grated Leicester Cheese! Then went on CorelDraw, to make up a few graphics for future use.

The regular quotidian weariness fell early again, and I had to admit to failure on the graphic-making, and I stopped, had a wee-wee, and got the fodder prepared. The eyes were getting heavy already.

I got the ready-made sweet potato shepherds pie out of the fridge. Then, I added some frenched red pepper, and spread them over the tray, and dolloped tons of Leicester grated cheese on top of it. Put in the oven, and set the timer that I cannot hear, but hopefully just might, for 20 minutes.

I heard a clunk and went to investigate at the front door, and sure enough, there were three items put through the door. This one with the HMG insignia on it, I opened first.

That was eight A4 pages from the Government, about the new lock-down rules. I put them on the old no-longer working, broken-down printer to look at in the morning.

The second one was the INR Warfarin DVT results, I put that on the bookcase with the others.

The last one, a hand-written envelope, was something that made my day, it boosted me into a land of appreciation, joy and brought on contentment that I have not had for years. I have no idea of the donor, but felt she or he was an Angel!

To the gifter: “Thank you very much, that was so kind of you, and much needed. Bless!” These will last me until the prescriptions arrive, may your kindness be rewarded. ♥

I took the evening medications with the meal, as recommended by the Doctor. Then got the meal served upon the tray. I added some sugar snap peas and grapes, and a very basic pot of custard and jelly dessert, that took me back to Brookfield Place, and being an ankle-snapper! Hehe!

And a feast of flavescent, fermenting, fervid flavour, found its way down my gullet. I ate slowly to appreciate the taste. At first, I thought the peppers might be a little too hot for me, but they were fine, the whole meal was Grrreat!

I expect that being helped so generously by the unknown Angel, I’ll now be able to take a Codeine helped eased the pain from the teeth, and helped tremendously, in the enjoyment stakes. A flavour-rating of 9.2/10 for this feast of fodder! The taste-buds had been well satisfied. And ease of mind followed.

The wonderfully kind gesture of the donation was heartwarming.

I put the TV on, but I was soon in the hands of Sweet Morpheus. A good four uninterrupted hours later, I woke in need of a wee-wee. I could still taste the fodder, and knowing that (thanks to the mystery person) I had some painkillers at hand, contentment lingered.