Saturumday 5th February 2022
INCHCOCK TODAY
Endlessly waking up with a jump, then working out what time and day it was, and where I was! It was soul-destroying. I should think I must have woken at least two dozen times, more often than not needing a wee-wee! Cursing at my situation every time! Then just when I decided to get up, I fell asleep for the most extended period all night! It lasted for about an hour.
Amazingly, I rose from the uncomfortable depths of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, with almost ease! There was a complete absence of any hassle from Reflux Roger, Anne Gyner, Toothache Thomas, Duodenal Donald, Shaking Shaun (although he had a few goes at me later in the morning).
Caught my balance and checked on the legs because Arthur Itis and CCP (Cartilage Cathy’s Patella) were both giving me pain the moment I got any weight (And I’ve plenty of that!) on the plates and pins. Vasculitis and venous thromboembolism, and veins were remarkable by their absence!
Indeed, both feet looked in such a fine state I had to take a photo of them. Were they really mine?
This doesn’t happen very often, so I was already preparing to go into Smug-Mode!), that the J Sainsbury order is due this morning, and I don’t have a lot of time to prepare for them, with my getting up so late. Partly dressed (that’s as far as I got all day, Tsk!), I wandered hobblingly into the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie. It came to mind…
I made a brew and had a mug of Thompsons Punjana. Took it with me to the computer and made a start on finalising yesterdays blog. And before I could get to drink it, “♫ Oh, Susana… ♫” music chimed up from the door buzzer. It was Carer Cassandra; she was in a much lighter mood this morning. (Meridian Health & Social Care do not have any bosses on duty at the weekend, and Nottingham City Homes have no ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) working weekends either). I assume that this is why the Carers are a little more cheerful? Unless, of course, some Carer has not turned up or left the job (a lot of them do that!), and that they have been called in to cover, of course. Haha!
Cassie soon got the medications sorted, and we even ad a little natter… well, I did. Har-har! Cassie departed, taking my waste bag with her, and I went to make another mug of tea…
Having said that, I’m sure I have more than a few dented cans in there now. However, I’m well off for kinds of vinegar seasonings and have a few cans of various vegetables to fall back on… not literally mind. Although, if CCP (Cartilage Cathy’s Patella) has her way, shell have me over some time today. I can feel her efforts, little twinges, in readiness to floor me!
Took a photograph of the changed sky colouring. I think this means rain on the way?
All a part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, and pretentious, uppity, snobby, pernickety, smug, stuck-up, neighbour above, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I really believe that it did not come from the sanctified, consecrated, uncommunicative, ascetic, eremitic, aloof, arrogant slimeballs apartment above. Mmm?
So, off into the kitchenette for yet another investigation.
As I searched each cupboard again, silence fell from Herbert’s flat. Oh, I hope he’s not dropped dead or is poorly… Ahem!
The expected rain was coming down.
The lowest I’ve ever had! Brilliant! But baffling.
Then I gave the knee another covering of the Phorpain gel.
is Arthur Itis playing up, rather more as if it is Cartilage Cathy.
However, the spider and veins were all looking well down today. The DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) clumps had disappeared!
Got the oven on to use later to cook the beef pastie and some chips. Then plodded on with updating this blog.
I was preparing the late nosh, when the sound of ♫Oh, Susana♫, indicated the arrival of the evening Carer, Valerie tonight. I remembered I had an Easter Egg for her in the spare room, and I fetched it for her. She read some dates of the food in the kitchen for me, all were in date. Phew! She sorted the medications for me and was soon off, but tonight we did manage a mini natter, which was nice. Valerie took the waste bags to the chute with her. ♥
The sleep was better than of late. Only about six shooting-awakes all night. On the last one, I woke remembering some bits of a dream I’d been having. There is an Ode to the Dream Ode, I wrote in the morning:
Ode to the Dream Ode
It’s a long time since I recalled summat I was dreaming,
In a room with many folks, like at a housewarming…
Female admirers around me were swarming!
Even in the dream, I didn’t become assuming…
Why me, all around were young men, convening,
Every one of them, the ladies were declining…
I could tell, to the lads, this was disheartening…
Even to me, this was a little disquietening!
It is me, that the girls wanted to be entwining…
What the heck is going on, happening?
One of the girls was particularly endearing…
Plump gal, about 35, and we hid, our bodies exploring…
She said she was pleased I chose her…Amazing!
How come all the girls suddenly find me appealing?
She said, Helen, I think, it was because of your blogging?
And we started cuddling and snogging…
“But, why, Helen?” I couldn’t resist inquiring…
“We’re all after your recipe for cheesy potatoes, darling!”
Which put an end to our session of pleasuring…
The dream seemed to morph into another rumination,
I was underground in a massive cave, fireflies flickering…
In the dark shadows in and out of view, flittering…
What, who they were, teased my imagination…
I searched, but I could not catch them, disheartening!
I could hear them babbling, mayhaps alien talking?
Aliens or ghosts, either way, I needed verification…
For the fireflies, they seemed to have an affection?
Then I heard a new sound, all around, tintinnabulation,
Damn it, the dream moved on to a railway station!
I was obviously waiting for a train,
Luggage around me, but no ticket to use, who to blame?
Searched my pockets, again and again…
My panic was becoming a pain…
The announcer said something about a train to Dunblane?
Walking on the platform, I saw Neville Chamberlain?
Waving an Amazon card at me, the dream started to wane…
I wanted to stay, learn 1940’s life, I tried to remain…
But, Herbert’s banging about woke me up again!
The Nottingham Lad’s Diary – With Odeing
Your feet look great as do your vital signs. At least something got right for the day. Great photos. You are well stocked it seems. Super good looking meal.. Excellent ode to finish up the day. Tintinnabulation is a great word. You could use it for the tinkling sound when you are tinkling in the toilette. Porcelain bells are ringing.
Cheers, Tim. I’ve had that work on file awaiting a chance to use it for ages, Tim. Hahaha! Imagine; ♫The tininnabulations are ringing, for me and my gal…♫ No, that doesn’t work. Har-har!
Lisa had deposits of bone ground to sand before getting the left knee replaced, now the right one is the worst one. However, it is hard to keep up with volley after volley of surgeries that not only had not addressed the need, but that resulted in maladies that she did not have before.
Oh Susana is getting much play these days, I hope Susana gets a bit of royalty for singing to yer.
Nice to have Carers who natter, even if the nattering only goes in one direction. I prefer chin wagging, making me think that I should actually wag me chin while writing, but that would only confuse the creatures on command in the cranium. Something like being unable to walk and fart at the same time?
That red van gives not a care about parking on those hash lines, but it could be worse, he might decide to park perpendicularly and nearly block the entire lot. I shall now watch for that very thing to actually occur. But first, I shall take this to another level of outrage and suggest that the red-van-driving parking-lot infractioner delivers noise-making materials to Herbert.
You have the most imaginative dreams of anyone in the Northern Hemisphere. The outrageous happenings bring smiles to me face. Neville Chamberlain has not yet found himself in my dream cycles, perhaps he comes to yours since his name has a Chamber in it?
Dream and sleep well, mate!
Poor Lisa! ♥
Swine, Medics! ☠
A Southeren civil war tune I believe, Billum. Is Lousiana in the South? OR have I got it wrong again?
Something like being unable to walk and fart at the same time? I’ve no problem… now stopping it, that’s my concern. Hahaha!
It may well be that the red van man rebels even further? Hehe!
Ah, that I’d not identified, a Chamberman… I din’t even rate the mans perdormance, going on what I’ve read and heard about him. How dare he sneek back to earth in my dream, now you mention it.
I dreamt last night, each time I repeatedly nodded off, but what about? Not the foggiest, mate. Emotions I can usually tell if the dream was scary, hilarious or frightening… not last night though. Yet I wrote down pages of notes about that one to wake up and find. Not that I can even recall writing them. They’ll be a reason for this… if you find out, let me know Billum, please.
Oh, I found myse;f muttering in pretend singing to myself ‘Sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening, sugar at suppertime…’ Do you think it may have been in a dream? I’m going to look up the words on Google.
Love to HRH, the furries, Alan, and your very worthy self, Sire! ♥