TFZer Model of the Day ♥
Monday 13th July 2020
Afrikaans: Maandag 13 Julie 2020
05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after being up for over fifteen hours, this being the reason for my latest hour of waking for many a month!
I still felt a little drained mentally. With a degree of alacritousness, I got my wobbly over-sized stomach, and skinny limbs free of the recliner got the stick, and made my way to the wet room, without any injury, or nervous-making incidents! Slight-Smug-Mode-Enjoyed!
The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the Post Micturition after-dribble taking longer to wait for it to finish, than the wee-weeing itself. As they told me when I was diagnosed as Diabetic, this is called Diabetes insipidus, if I remember correctly.
I washed and made my way to the kitchenette. I remembered that a nurse will be coming today to take a blood sample for the Anti-Coagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic (I love that title!) What time and which of the Vampire Angels it will be, is anyone’s guess.
I almost made a faux pas and injected an Enoxaparin hypo into my stomach. Not on the list for today, until after the blood is taken, got back to the hospital, tested, and then I’ll be informed of the results (hopefully) by phone later on. I took a shot with the Canon camera, of the current selection of needle-work art in my elephantine belly. The last one, the biggest, has kept its colour well as it fades slowly.
I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.
The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.
I got the computer on, and fancy that, what a surprise, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media 
internet was down!
I decided that I’d get the ablutions done, so I can be all clean and sparkling for the nurse when she arrives (Hahaha!), and the internet might be back on afterwards as well.
ABLUTIONALISTICALISATIONING ACTIVITIES REPORT
Just as for the last four days or so now, as I got into the wet room and was stripping off, the need for a Porcelain Throne session developed. A marathon again, rock-solid, painful, and of a ginormous size. - I spent a while on the crosswording, while the stop-start progress caused me even more agony than yesterday’s did! Bloodletting-silent-howls! Not messy, though, and less bleeding.
- It didn’t matter how careful and gentle I was, the first contact of the toothbrush with the molars, made me cringe with pain. Still, at least it took my mind off of the rear-quarters pain. Hehe!
- I didn’t drop either the brush or toothpaste today!
The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe! - The flannel, soap (3), and the aftershave bottle were dropped. No damage caused, though!
Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic!
The ankle ulcer had died down nicely, mind you. I noticed some scratch marks on the right leg, and it was far thinner than the left one was?
It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. It’s been like this since the heart op. Still, it makes for a bit of interest.
The scars seem to be getting a little more prominent? Or perhaps with the skin being so ghostly white, the show up more?
I wouldn’t be overly surprised if, when I eventually get released from the isolationing, someone tells me I’m dead. Hahaha!
At last, I got back to the computer, and the internet was working again. Phew!
I got the Sunday blog finished. But it was hard work. Posted it off, I answered some lovely comments. Then I went on Facebooking for a while.
I found out that Sandie, the lovely lady who started the TFZ Troll Free Zone site, had passed away. We all knew she had been diagnosed with cancer. Sandra was coping well with her problems and had recently bought a new car, that she was over-the-moon with. I could not stay on the site, I was heartbroken. Even writing this blog is challenging. But, I know life must go on. Bless Sandies Memory! ♥
Some tap-tapping, knock-knocking and drill-drilling noises started. So the contractors must be getting close to doing out flats.
The door chimes rang out there ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, tune. I hoped it would be a nurse! Hahaha! It was Josie returning the tray, plate and cutlery from her meal yesterday. She said it was nice.
I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw.
The intercom sounded and lit up – this time it was the nurse, Christina! She said she was in a hurry. But chatted while she took my blood. I showed her the state of my toenails and feet, and she rang the clinic for me to find out if I could get an appointment yet. They put her on hold, and Christina got a call on her phone.
She was needed elsewhere urgently. So she had to ring off of the phone and rush off. Life can be a swine at times!
The tap-tapping, knock-knocking, and drill-drilling noises continue, on and off, from somewhere above, and close. Can’t be helped, though!
A phone call from Jenny. She’ll ring me back. I couldn’t find any emails from the gal? She kindly ordered me some lemon bleach and lemon mousse, bless her.
I put in an order with Iceland. A few things were shown as unavailable on the web site. The most important being the lemon bleach.
They only had Domestos available. And that I consider over-priced, and rated. The Surami sticks are still not obtainable, but they had some on Shrimp flavour, which is not as good, and dearer than the fish ones. Shame!
Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!
Then took down the sorted rubbish backs to 
the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. I espied the new colour for the walls that the contractors are in the middle of doing. Turquoise, I think?
The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.
I got it eventually, and out into the lift lobby. Then around to the right through the caretakers’ passage and out to the bins. A caretaker kindly took the big recycling bags from me. He told me the glass recycling bin was full of alcohol empties. (Hahaha! I wasn’t surprised!) So it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten the glass jars. No point in me leaving them on the floor, cause the prowling neighbourhood yobbo-kids would only smash them. I’ll try again later in the week.
The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.
He suggested they swap the industrial-sized bin, to use for the glass empties and the small one for the recycling. (Which made me larf out loud!) Haha!
As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job 
finished.
But they are back at it again, bless ’em! It’s comforting to hear their noises, and back on the job.
Through to the lift lobby and waited patiently for the lift.
During which the one 
(Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive.
Then another tenant did the same thing! I even got a sneer from him! Huh! Still, it’s not for me to complain! They may have been visitors. Can’t say I’ve seen any of them before.
I got back up to the apartment and placed the trolley in the corner, with a little difficulty. And checked on the cooking in the oven, all was fine! Phew!
I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.
Got the washing up done, and down in the recliner, Where I had a few thoughts, about my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred, Brother-in-law Pete. He goes into hospital tomorrow for his PET scan. I hope all goes well, I’ll be looking at the City Hospital Tuesday, at the time he’s due to go in, and send the lad some “Healing and hopeful thoughts through the ether!” All the very best, Pete, mate!
A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why?
I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry.
I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!
Next thing I remember, is waking up around four in the morning, with the remote control still on my chest, and in need of the Porcelain Throne. No waking for wee-wees then! At long last, Sweet Morpheous! 
01:45hrs: I came back to imitation life, and my mind filled with the memories of last night’s unfortunate, to say the least, Whoopsiedangleplop in the kitchen, when the bar on top of the cabinets came down, making a terrible mess, that I basically left unsorted, and needs tending to today. 
Then to the kitchen to get the kettle on and do the medicationalising as needed. The pins looked in rude health, although still looking a little aenemic. The leg ulcer had almost disappeared, but there was some itching coming from it.
The sphygmomanometer revealed that the Sys had gone up again. Could be the excitement of seeing my Vampire Nurse again? But most likely at the thought of all the cleaning and sorting of the kitchen collapse is likely.
Time to get the ablutions sorted, then the kitchen to sort out. Oh, also the handwashing to be tackled. Oh, dearie me! 
Well, it’s a long time since I’ve actually walked into the door frame! Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was not pleased, at all! At least it was the right blade, and with Nicodemus’sNeuroitransmitters on strike at the time, there was not much pain.
But, Shirley seemed to kick-off the instant I collided with the door, which meant I dropped and broke one of the Jenny-donated mugs which I as taking to wash! Cragknackles! Then, bending down to pick up the pieces, Back-Pain-Brenda joined in as well, she was nasty with it! But, a Silver-Lining-Search, told me I had been doing extremely well ailment wise over the last 24hrs, so I should only expect things like this to happen. Fair enough! Gragnattles! Also, it was handily timed, so I could apply some Phorpain Gel after the ablutioning! Again, Fair enough!
A stand-up all over wash (Too early to use the shower and disturb my unseen for months neighbours) The pins (legs) were looking better than they have for ages. However, the legs did look exsanguinated in the extreme, which was a smidge worrying! 
Back to the flat, and got the handwashing sorted out. I got the zip-up jumper above the heated cloths air ion the hallway to catch the rising heat. (Cunning, eh? Hehe!) I’ve now one drying, another cleaned, and the one I’m wearing and dirtying. Hahaha!
I got the towel drying on the flat airer in the front junk-room.
But still, my determination prevailed. And finally, at last, I got the job completed. With little, if any, self-satisfaction, I’m afraid. I’d made such an absurd and frustrating accident-prone mess of it!
The lovely little black yap-yapper never stopped wagging its tail. The other two black dogs were playing with the bigger brown woof-woof. I got such enjoyment out of just watching them, it cheered me up a smidge. 
I took another photographicalisation from the balcony, of the end of Chestnut Walk. The red cars were back. 
The Intercom flashed and much to my delight, it was Hristina, the gorgeous, sweet-natured phlebotomy nurse come to take my blood. She was soon up in the flat. Having not seen any nurse for three weeks, and it being two-months that I’ve not seen Hristina, I was a tad disappointed in her being too busy for a proper chinwag. But, she still chatted while she took the blood, bless her! I could see she was pent up a smidge. She told me of how long she’d searched for a parking space, and had to park on double yellow lines and left a note on her windscreen saying she would be back in ten minutes. Poor thing. But the lift seeing her gave me, was most appreciated. 
I got Computer Cameron back on, and the intercom sounded. It was Iceland’s delivery arriving. 
I got the carriers into the kitchen and sorted the skimmed milk into two bags to spread the weight for Jenny. Left them outside the door and 
Now we know! Hehe! 
Back on the computer again, and the ‘I only want to be with you’ tune of the door bells chimed up again. Heart-stopper, ILC, and Warden Obergruppenführeress Deana came in, to test the wristlet alarm with the control room. Another busy gal! But while I had the chance, I had to ask her to help with the medications, to find out about the prescriptions for me I only have three days meds left, and if necessary, to arrange collection for me. She said she’d find out and ring me later. I’d be lost without help on the phone, thanks, Deana! 
I made three of Big Baps up with butter and roast beef slices. Marmite flavoured cheese, tomatoes, fries and an apple pie. Taste rating result: 4/10, shame! The cobs were dry and bland, the Algerian tomatoes bitter and foul, and the apple pie all sugar, no fruit. But the Marmite cheese and fries were tasty. 
I decided to stay up anyway. I had a bash at trying to get the ankle-support strap on. No chance! 
I got to the checkout. As I was struggling anyway to put the basket on the counter, guess what? Without any warning or twitches, Peripheral Pete’s right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine, and to make things more embarrassing, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had a bash at me! The basket tipped off the counter, and I made things worse by grabbing at it and spilling everything out onto the floor! Grobognangles! A lady arrived to help me, I moved out of her way, and she calmly gathered the goods and put them back in the basket and onto the counter for me. I mumbled my apologies, and the Tut-tutting from those behind me grew louder! To make those waiting angrier and even more likely to belt me one in the kisser, I’d bought a bottle of disinfectant, that was two for the same price as one, a quid. The kind lady pointed this out to me and called for someone to get another bottle for me. This was not making me very popular at all! 
As I gained some semi-balance and was reaching for the four-pronged walking stick, and Dizzy Dennis had a go at me. (He’s not attacked me so ferociously for a while, but he made up for it this time!) I floundered and fortuitously fell back in the chair, via hitting my bum and piles on the way down against the arm. By ‘ecky-thump, I felt that! It took me a few minutes to gather myself, get over the shock, and then I tried (successfully) again to get up on my plates (feet). 
I had a quick check on the latest sad news from the virus.
The intercom rang forth, it was the Iceland delivery. It’ll or nothing innit? Haha!
Into the kitchen to do the washing up. I spotted two youths on the bottom field, a skateboarder and a cyclist, so my hackles-lifted. I’m not sure if they were rolling spliffs, cigarettes, or taking crack, but I took this decentish shot of them. When I viewed it on the camera, I realised the Saccades Sandra as playing and jumping about my focussing, shame! I used this shot as a background and made a Thoughts graphic in the morning. 
00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste. 
The visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha! 
Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.
A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!
As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!
Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which. 
The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains 
As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting? 
Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!
They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.
I limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.
Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery, soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her! 
building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done. 
The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.
The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt. 
Then the stomach rumbled, and a slight ‘Pwlumph’ from the rear end, (emitting an immediate foully odious aroma) signalled a need of the Porcelain Throne instead. I grabbed the walking stick, got the slippers on and trotted (well, hobbled), to the wet room. I wish I’d had time to take the camera with me now. As I was settling on the raised seat, I opened the dressing gown at the same time. Lost my balance and proceeded to knock the following (there may have been more) items off of the floor cabinet: Body spray, Germoloid tube, the P
I carried out evacuation; which went well, apart from a fair bit of bleeding. And set to picking up the dislodged items. I noticed the bruises on my leg from last night’s rather vicious Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance, but they were not bad at all. One behind and one in front as best I could tell. Then I got the camera to take a shot of it. Otherwise, the legs looked much better than of late. In fact, looking now closer at the front mark, it may not be a bruise at all, looks more like a Clopidogrel papule to me. But I could be wrong, I sometimes am, well quite often… okay, I’m usually wrong!
Washed up, and to the kitchen. Got the kettle on then took this ‘Aperture Priority’ photo of the view outside.
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