Starting with this Humorous Ode
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit
Last night I slept early, getting up around 12:40hrs, and got on with the day’s work. I’m nothing if dedicated.
After yesterday’s three false alarms, I was unsure of having a successful mission. However, the evacuation flowed in contact with the plastic throne… and kept coming; at one stage, I thought my body might float into the air. Hehe! I’d passed that much. And comfortably, pain-free without any bleeding! A total reversal, I suspect that the different veggie burgers I had for dinner may have played a part in this scenario.
This photo I took of the plates and pins and forgot to put on yesterday’s blog. It could happen to anyone, Ahem! Don’t they look good? This and the excellent BP lately are worrying; I’m not used to this.
I had a wash and sorted out the waste bins. Got a cold drink from the fridge, finished yesterday’s blog, and posted it off to WordPress.
I made up the dry-humoured Ode to use and spent hours trying to sort out whatever I’d done wrong on Corel Draw, which lost me so many options. At one time, I gave up, turned it off, and got out the sphygmomanometer.
Yet another great set of figures this morning. And I was only just inside the red zone. Amazes me how the BP has been so good this last month.
I tried CorelDraw again, and I lost the saved template. More time lost, searching without much hope… But, I found, retitled it to the original name, and all was well again. I thought…
I’ve got a Morrison via Amazon order coming later shortly now. But will Carer Richard come late enough so he can have his Mushroom Pete treat? Will the delivery come in time? – Will they have any in stock? – Will they send crap substitutes? Can I freeze a fresh mushroom pate for Richard to have the following Monday? Did I remember to order some? What day is it?…
The wee-wees have eased off. The rear-end found new life. My legs, ankle ulcer and feet are looking virtually perfect. No Harold Haemorrhoid or Fungal Lesion bleeding. No stubbed toe, walking into anything, & no battle with Sock-Glide-Glenda (I didn’t put any socks on).
Arrived when and we were both a little down, I think. What bit of chinwagging we got was not the most cheerful. And Richard broke his own record for the fastest visit today. He was soon off in haste, but still the pleasant chap he is.
I turned off the computer to ensure that when the Morrison Amazon delivery arrived, I could be in the kitchen with the door open and hear when the weak, timid, pathetic chime from the intercom was heard. When the intercom chimed out, I was taking the opportunity to titivate the mess on the draining board.
A beautiful young lady came to the door and handed me each bag I put in the hallway. She already had my address, Hehe! Took my date of birth.
I thanked her and set about taking each bag through to the kitchenette. Poor old thing! I know I’m getting old, senile and past it. It shook me that I needed a few minutes to rest after taking the bags through the hallway.
The frozen item was the Meatless Farm Burgers, as well; there’s not much free room in the freezer.
Got what might be the last of pod peas, they are near the end of the season now, and it shows.
The fridge, on the other hand (not that I actually had a fridge on the other hand), had a lot of fodder that had to be jungled and jiggled to make room to get the stuff in there. These included some Strawberries, one for the Wardens, and Carer Valerie’s weekly treat.
Bananas, and my favourite veg seasoning, Oxo. These cubes have a fantastic flavour with them. I got some rice in, as it has already shot up in price, and a lady on the TV last night said to expect a lot more increases.
I put the warden’s weekly flower treat in the hallway; it’s cooler in there and rang to say they could be collected anytime. And if the DVT nurse comes early, I’ll bring them down to the office for them.
I must remember to ask Deana if the lift for the Diabetes session is sorted cause with Nathanial staying late to go over my missed meeting course, I will not know when I will be leaving. So will have to get a tram to Nottingham, a bus to Sherwood, and another bus up to the flats on that Friday. Fingers crossed that the ailments give me a break, which they are doing now… but they’ll be back! Haha!
Minutes after typing the above, the wet warm glow started in the lower regions. Why did I have to open my mouth? At least today, I can patch things up with the invaluable help of the shower before medicating. I always dread this happening when I’m out and about. Pure luck that it doesn’t happen too often… come to think of it, I’m not out usually anyway.
I’ll turn everything off computer-wise now and get the ablutionalisationing done and medicating certain areas in need. Back in a while…
“Lambasting-to-Self: Oh, No, you great fool, the DVT nurse and Deana are coming, aren’t they, dumbo!… I wish you’d get it together… Idiot! You know you can’t hear the telephone, intercom or even the door chime when you’re in the shower… Pillock!”
Dementia Doreen dashes your plans! Did you see that? The vaguest iota of contentment or thought that things might about to be going well, and what happens?
11:10hrs: Checked the tracker on Amazon; 3 stops away; I’d nearly forgotten about this delivery coming as well! Tsk! All that hassle getting the shower repaired, and now I still can’t get a shower! Or much sleep, either.
Took these photographicalisations of magnificent puffer clouds on display. A tremendous deep shade of blue?
11:39hrs: Checked the tracker on Amazon; Still 3 stops away.
Got some chips in the oven, chip sarnies for a snack? Cooked it, took a photo of it (and it didn’t get on the SD card?), ate it (the chip sarnies), and fell asleep.
Amazon Red Leicester delivery arrived. I put them away.
Esther called to see how things were, off on holiday. Wished her all the bestest.
Wardens Dean and Julie arrived. To do the yearly fact updates, we did them, and I mentioned the lift to the Diabetes at Bulwell. The leading man, Nathanial, is staying behind on this session to help me catch up with the one I missed, thanks to Meridian Care lot not letting me know they had failed to arrange a lift for me after saying to me; “We’re sorting it, no need to worry!” Deana phoned the transport people and arranged for a ride for the Friday 12th, 2nd session. I had to join something, and Deana sorted it all for me on the phone. Lovely, ♥! Deana also gave a note with the relevant numbers on it… But can I find it? NO! But I did remember to provide them with their weekly treats, flowers, and strawberries. Searched for hours for the note… maybe she didn’t give me one, or… I’m getting muddled again. I emailed her the list of the meetings and mentioned the mystery note… I am a fool!
. Arrived, I was well deep into sleep again, a rude awakening. Haha! Got the medications sorted out for me. Treated to a choice of plonk/nibbles. Off he went, not taking the waste bags to the chute. Cause I didn’t remind him. However, I had all the waste made from the other deliveries to sort, so I got on with them and took them all to the waste chute.
Cathleen’s Cartilage was playing up after I twisted the knee getting into the chute room. Pain level, only 4/10. Easily bearable.
Onto the computer and sent the list of sessions to Warden Deana. Updated this blog up to here. Then started the template for Fridays.
I nipped into the wet room to check that the shower was not leaking again, and…
Gave myself a good toe stubbing against the dreaded, fearsome Sock-Glide-Glenda. Catching the ankle ulcer at the same time. When I took this photo, later on, the end of the toes of the affected foot was white, and the rest of the foot was glowing red; the leg above was ghostly white?
Just another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind. I just laughed it off, of course.
I got this blog finished. I’ll post it in the morning.
It’s been a busy day. But getting help from Deana, and Ethel checking on how I was going, meant so much to me. Bless ’em! ♥
8 thoughts on “Inchcock Today: Thursday 4th August 2022”
That sock glide is deadly. Ouch. That’s a lot of work taking all that stuff to the kitchen. If you had a McDonald’s nearby by you could do the “You deserve a break today!” and go have a Big Mac attack. Those commercial were around in the early 1970s. I still remember them. The old long-term memory kicking me in the butt.
Sock-Glide-Glenda, a few years ago I jokingly said to a Doctor at the QMC, ‘I wish you’d make them out of rubber…’ Ten minutes later the lecture on the environmental implications was over. Hehehe!
I recall many adverts for some reason form that period, mate. “Bird Eye, seet as the moment when the pod went pop!” “Your never alone, with a Strand (Cigarette)”, “You’ll wonder where the yellow went, when you clean your teeth with Pepsodent” Hehehe!
Long term is better than short term nowadays. Only yesterday, I was giving details to Warden Deana, and in chirped Warden Julie with an unrelated question, and that was it… I had find out what it was Deana had asked me three minutes ago, by then I forgotten what Julie asked me. The slightest distraction, or two things happening at the same time – Argh!
The most frequent, is pm the computer, and Liberty-Global Virgin media goes down, and deocde to do something while its down, and as I get on my feet from the chair, the mind is a blank. Countless times I’ve found myself saying; “Come on, what did you get up for?”
Still, as least many of those around me in these flats, have the same issues. Hahaha! Cheers.
Who cares if people get hurt as long as the environment is safe. I lose my train of thought when it crashes into unrelated questions, also.
Can fully understand that, Tim.
This post makes me wonder that with everyone forgetting something that it is a wonder that anything gets done, or done properly, services, routines, commitments, memory, we’re lucky to get where we’re going, lol.
Hahaha! True enough, Sir.
Many a memory loss, folowed with a “Well if it was imortant I’d have remembered it”, proves the inefficacy of the statement. Hehe! Did we ever get there? Or just forgot, to rember to forget? Usually somehting or action turns a light on a few days later, the heart sinks, and hospital are not pleased at me missing the appointment. Grungledangles!
That BP does like to straddle the line between orange and cherry, do it or do it possibly not? Richard appears to be feeling a bit better, if still overworked. Esther shows up at every opportunity, but that is better than no Esther at all because she is entertaining and unique. A mushroom pate, sounds like someone who has that vegetable on their head — my imagination took me there.
Having room in that Frigidaire (a slang term for a refrigerator in these climes) — “Put those putrid popsicles in the Frigidaire, Fred before they start running onto the floor!” An Estherism? Just conjecturing, of course.
A splendid Saturday to you from all of us who are still coping with Friday. 🙂
The BP was in the red for over a year,
Now drops down it does appear,
In’t life queer?
Vegetable on their head… Hahaha!
Estherism? I like it, Sir! I dee no hsrm in a spot of conjecturing, you do it well, mate.
Samstag, not as bad as Sonntag (Ha!), usually…
Love to all, my mind is a squall… of confusion anall! Hehe!