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Swahili: Jumamosi Tarehe 30 Januari 2021
02:05hrs: I woke, wearily, and reluctantly, after another restless night of waking, fretting, nodding-off again and waking, worryingly, repeatedly, over and over! Fungleboggles!
But this time (why I don’t know), I was all calm, with an acceptance of the situation, almost soporific. Despite the mind being in an ecdemomania-mode, I felt I had to go with the flow, take the rough with the smooth, cause no ripples, and perseverate with whatever trials, failures and disappointments that lie ahead. (I broke into a deep Psychiatristic fantasy there?)
I got my humungously-stomached body from the semi-comfort of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), surprisingly releasing what felt like a gallon, of wee-wee into the receptacle described above. A steady flow throughout, and no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)!
I took the bucket with me to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Cathy Cartilage was a bit tender and slowed my hobbling rate a bit, but when I got in the WC room, I needed another leak! A similar session as the first, but not so much of it. I washed and sanitised the bucket, washed my hands, and off to get a bottle of spring water from the kitchen.
I took the morning medications and then tended to the Health Checks.
The Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer SYS reading, had shot up a fair bit from yesterday, up to 176.
Then, the Chinese, made by the Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer reading was up a tad too. But, I assume it must still be within the acceptable range because it showed in the green.
Once again, I tried my bestest to get a decent photograph of the morning view, but I was unable to do this!
For with only the Canon camera still working on using, they were a miserable, unclear, indistinct mess of pictures.
I tried to toy with them a bit, in CorelDraw bitmap, hoping to get them clearer… But, no! These are the best I could manage, and it was annoying to keep failing so pathetically!
I tried to take another shot straight down from the window of the car park on Chestnut way. But as you can see, it ended in dismay!
I began on the updating of the Friday blog, but not for long. For the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, via gaseous sounds and feeling rumbled from the innards! Off to the wet room. The session started once again of its own accord, and went on, and on… Surely this ballistic-sized torpedo was not going to be cleared with one flush? I was right!
I kept flushing and hand-refilling the tank, for what seemed like an hour at the time. Each try, failing to clear the mass away.
At one time, I nearly put the radio on to keep me company, but stopped myself in time, just, when I realised it was only four-thirty in the morning! Phew! I used a full bottle of bleach, and then gave it time to hopefully work on breaking down the evacuated product.
I got the stick and tried to reach, to assist the bleach, but the stick broke in half! A few more failed flushes later, I gave it one last try. Losing my sanity was a distinct possibility… and Wallah! With a bit of gurgling, and bubbling water coming back up, the bowl was cleared! Hurrah!
As I was decoking the toilet, the wax in the left earhole was pressurising and becoming a tad bothersome. So after the slow, but satisfying victory over the torpedo, I washed and got the wax removal thingy out and put extra olive oil into the canal. I made a brew, and drank it slowly, staring out into the dark beyond. I mused over death, the fact that the fungal lesion will have to be checked out in a bit, I could sense the blood beginning to leak. I pondered over the Coronavirus pandemic, mourned my loss of memory, and wondered when the human race would become extinct. I cheered myself up a bit.
I got the blog posted off. Did the Facebooking etc. Went on the Comments, and found that Billum from Ohio, has the same ‘Extremely High Risk’ for his locality. I hope Lisa and he will be alright and safe. I had a wee-wee!
Then I set too, having a go at removing some of the wax, that was now crackling as the olive oil did its job.
I did get some wax out, but far from all of it. Then the idea to have a look to see if Amazon had something easier to use on offer came to me. The present tool’s twister is forever falling off. But it has been like that since I bought it. I found another type that was a bit dearer, but it looked like it might be easier to manipulate. So, I ordered one. I checked the Tracker for today’s Pretzels as well. I hope the tracker is right, and I can get them delivered before 22:00hrs! Note the new flavour ones, Hehehe!
I put some mushrooms in the crockpot, and had to go for another wee-wee! Tsk!
I made a start on this blog at long last. I had another bash at working out what the scribbled notes about the dream meant. No luck!
I had a wee-wee!
The YourArea Emagazine sent the latest local Coronavirus figures for the last complete seven-days. Nottingham is still on a Stay-At-Home Alert.
I did another hour or so on the updating and went to make another brew of tea – of course before that, I had yet another wee-wee. Hehe!
Well, well, well, another cock-up discovered! I found that I had not put any water in the crock-pot with the mushrooms! That was because I had to nip off for the wee-wee! Some of the fungi’ skin is now, seemingly permanently stuck on the basin-pot of the slow-cooker! I added some hot water, and I left the cooker on. Brogglesknockersworth! I am a fool!
I had a look at the Amazon tracker, and it is further away than it was two hours ago? Yellow Warning come in for Nottinghamshire. Snow and Ice it seems are on their way for us. Hey-Ho!
I had a wee-wee! Huh, again!
More bad news found. Nottingham Hospitals under pressure: 749 beds occupied by Covid patients. And 92 more deaths with the virus in the past week!
I was getting a smidge hopeful earlier, as well.
Had a wee-wee.
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 15:00>17:00hrs.
Got the nosh done up and eaten.
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 16:30>17:30hrs.
Had a wee-wee.
Started to watch the football match on mute.
Half-Time, WBA 0 – Fulham 1. I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due Twixt 17:00>19:30hrs.
Had a wee-wee.
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 18:00>20:00hrs.
WBA 1 – Fulham 1. Had a quick wee-wee.
WBA 2 – Fulham 1
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 16:30>19:30hrs.
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 17:00>19:30hrs.
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 16:30>19:30hrs.
WBA 2 – Fulham 2.
Door chimes rang out – The Amazon milk order, that they tell me will arrive twixt Feburay 2nd > 4th, just came? Got the box opened, checked, photographed and put away.
Had a wee-wee. Now it is two- hours past my kip down-time, still dare not fall asleep. I must resist! Hehe!
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 17:00>19:30hrs.
Full time: WBA 2 – Fulham 2.
I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 18:00>20:00hrs.
Hello, hello, the Intercom ringeth!
T’was, a gentleman delivering the Pretzels who arriveth. He was soon up to the apartment, and he put the box through the door for me.
I slipped him a can of Vodka in thanks, and I went for a wee-wee!
Washed, and got the contents checked, all fine. Then as tired out as I was, I opened a bog of the Salted Caramel Pretzel pieces, filled a pot, and nibbled a couple, well, four it five, and they were far too sweet… so I nibbled at a few more. Hehehe!
I rushed around making sure everything was shut, locked, not left on, not running etc., and got my onerously over-large, bouncy-bellied body down in the recliner. Ahhh, nice!
I’ve not felt so shackered in a long time – realised I’d not had a wash and worried about waking up with a jump, and sod it, it happened for the third night in a row. The waking and nodding-off repeatedly. I’m fed-up with this!
The thought of having to stay up late again tomorrow for the delivery of the ear-wax remover made it harder to get back to sleep each time. The reviews of the forecasted coming of the snow and ice didn’t help. Damned Thought Storms! Humph!
Oh, I meant to put this link in earlier: Five Surprising Consequences of Brexit
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‘In the event of more none-events, eventually, something must evolve!‘
Welsh: Dydd Sul 24ain Ionawr 2021
00:15hrs: I woke to the smell of burnt food yesterday when the pastie exploded in the oven! Tsk!
As I was fumbling my way out of the second-hand, c1968, recliner, the noise from the damned ‘Hum’ began to get on my wick already! When up and caught my balance, the almost regulatory visit to the bucket was needed. It turned out to be another unwilling, reluctant wee-wee, but gallons of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with. Hey-Ho!
I took the medications (Last nights that I’d forgotten), made a mug of Glengettie, and I remembered the Sainsbury order was due today, twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs. My EQ gave me a laugh! No words, hints or indications. Hmm!
Then got on with the updating of yesterdays diary. It took me over four hours! Due to the ailments, I found it hard to keep on kilter, concentrate and many errors, and much time pondering why I cannot remember things. This was not good, it felt a smidge like my brain was full and needed a good defragging.
Still, I got there in the end, and I posted the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the link, Pinterested a couple of photos. Visited the WordPress Reader section, and then on with Facebooking. It appears I have been banned for 30 days. Something I posted did not meet their terms and conditions. Well, it had to happen!
I had a good read of the WP comments and answered them all, well, both. Josie’s meal to do later, not sure I’ll be up to it, but I anticipate feeling better later on.
I had a stand-up bath of sorts. All went well. Toothache Thomas was kind to me. Only one little nick shaving, no more than six dropsies, no Balance-Loss-Leslie or Dizzy Dennis. BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) were the only ailments really active. Even Harold’s Haemorrhoids were calmish.
As I was filling the sink ready to get the handwashing sorted out, I think I must have had a visit from the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? And they were arriving up the sink waste-pipe! No idea what caused the cloudiness and plug jumping out?
I cleared the blockage with Free-It liquid and got the clothes in the sink to soak.
Got the Health Checks done. Pleased again with the temperature, it was in the green. Then got the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. It might be sneaking back up, but still. It’s been low for a few days now.
I had a bit of job with the handwashing. Turkish made Socks, Korean jammie-bottoms and the manufactured in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket. I think I spent longer cleaning up[ the spilt water than dong the handwashing! Still, all is done, wrung and hung up drying now.
Back to the computer, and fond an email come from Jenny. She said she had the small crock-pot and would swap it for my too big a one. She also has a kettle I can have. Bless her!
An email came in from Sainsbury’s, no bread being delivered, no substitutes as I opted for not having any. I suppose with it being a Sunday, and so early in the day, I can accept this without moaning. Grumph! Last time when they substituted for my breast, the sent pikelets?!? Then they sent the wrong size PPs! So, I stopped the substitutes. You, (Well, me), can’t win, can yer? That doesn’t make sense?
So, now I have no bread at all! Not allowed out to go to the shops! So I went on Amazon to see if I was allowed a Morrison delivered by Amazon order again yet. Luckily I was, and I got an order in for tomorrow! Of course, if there is any bread on it is the question. The choice is limited on these Amazon food deliveries, but by gum they are quick! With a hopper collecting and delivering, he might pick betterer substitutes? Or not!
I cleared the rubbish bags out of the box on the walker, to use it for the food coming without carrier bags from Sainsbury’s. (Without any bread too!)
I left them in the hallway corner because it’s far too early to take them yet, to the waste chute.
Off to make a brew, Co-op 99 this time. Not as good as Glengettie, but then again, no other tea I’ve ever tasted is as tasty as the Welsh brew.Took this shot of the morning’s view from the kitchen.
The Sainsbury bloke came at 07:20hrs. He put the things in a box and a carrier for me, nice of him. At least there was no bread to get crushed, although he did manage to squash the cream cake, and break some pretzels for me. I’ve ordered some more from Morrisons for tomorrow – and of course, I’m praying that the bread will come. I’m getting withdrawal symptoms here! Hahaha!
I got the none foods sorted out. Not a lot of them this time!
Just look at the state of this tine of Chilli-Con-Carne they delivered! Swine! Crapheads! Scumballs! Animals! Gits!...
Sorry, I nearly got carried away there! I can’t see any reason for me being sarcastic… Oh, yes, I can!
Sourdough Bread subbed my pikelets? A 90p tin of Chilli subbed with a £2.29 tin! Leaking bottles delivered, and now a crushed health hazard can! Not to mention an order being three hours late, my phoning them and get a recorded message, part-of which said; ‘You can rest assured that it the delivery is delayed for any reason, we will contact you to inform you!’ Eventually, nearly five hours late the order arrived – the van had broken down – but rest assured as I assuredly did, no one contacted me! Still, it can’t be helped! Huh!
I got the waste bags back in and on the trolley-guide.
Do you see those odd-looking things on the left of the top picture? In case you’ve forgotten what they are: They are jackets and coats… You remember, we used to put them on in winter when we went out, before Coronavirus and the lockdown! Hehehe! I think they could do with some moth-balls and freshener on them, it’s that long since I’ve actually worn any! Grumph!
I got the trolley-guide and bags to the waste-Chute room. I was wobbling a bit en route and back to the flat.
Both ankles were hurting, the toes stinging and, for some unknown reason, I was feeling a bit giddy without any cause for feeling a bit giddy! Haha! I’m pleased, nae, proud to report a total lack of injuries, whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas on this little expedition to the rubbish chute. Smug-Mode-Engaged! I think it was because yesterdays head-clouting us still fresh in my mind – there’s not much else in there today!
As if to prove my point about being all confused today, when I got back to the flat, Jenny had been up and left the kettle and crock-pot outside my door for me. I investigated, but I found the slow-cooker was even bigger than the one I was already getting rid of for being too large for me. I rang Jenny to explain. I thanked her, saying I would return it in a while.
I gathered the crock-pot and added some treats in another bag, and got myself a little lost again as to what I was doing. I can’t multitask nowadays since the stroke. I popped the things down and left them outside Jenny’s door. Came back up to the apartment and got the kettle on.
I made a start prepping the cheesy potatoes feast for Josie. Added some leaks as chives, butter and sea salt with the masses of red Leicester cheese.
I noticed that the carrier with the bar of Frank’s favourite chocolate, and some other bits inside it, meant for Nora and Jenny, was still there on the server tray? What had I done now! I could not find the kettle Jenny had left me. Had I took it back to Jen’s? Had I put it down the waste chute? Oh, dearie me! I popped down with the treats bag, and I returned all confused with myself. I rang Jenny again, but am not sure what we agreed on or said.
To help clear my head, I opened the window to take some photos of the snow.
By gum, it was cold out there!
The light snow was being blown about, and of course, lots came in as the wind changed! (I’m such a lucky so-and-so!)
I had to clean the floor afterwards. Which did not please BPB at all.
Time to get Josie’s meal served up. Some Baby Belles, a can of Pimms, two well in date pots of dessert added to the tray. I tried a spoon or two of the cheesy spuds and even impressed myself, they tasted very morish. Of to Josies, dead on time, as usual, she was going out to the bin.
She just seems to forget every Sunday. Hehehe! Bless Here!
Still, she seemed happy enough with the meal.
I had an extended period on this blog.
Weariness-William arrived. The brain was getting a little muddled, but that is par for the daily routine nowadays.
Got the nosh started; Chillie Con Carne, added leeks, red peppers and garden peas.
Doing an Iceland order, I rang Jenny about the Iceland brand minced beef she said was tasty and not fatty. On the site were five different ones, she soon had me sorted on which one to get. With them being on offer, 4 for £10, she agreed to share them, they are coming on Wednesday.
The snow started flaking again as I prepped the meal. The local lads were out with their sledges, folks walking their dogs in this view I took, took me back reminiscing. Was it really all those years ago when it was me out there, totally unbothered by the weather or health problems?
I found the lost yesterday, bread thins – I’d put them in the medical draw! Aha! I thought, bread to have with the Chillie, Hurrah! I opened the half-pack and found I might have been wrong about the Thins being the ones lost yesterday, after all. They had a ‘Use-By’ date of December the something. So, no bread for the Chillie, then. Humph!
I served up the nosh! One of my best, and tastiest CCC’s ever! I’d added some potatoes with having no bread. It was a smidge too hot pepper-wise, but I really did enjoy this one, a reet-treat! Flavour Rating given was 9/10!
Put the pots to soak in the sink bowl. I got the Heartbeat DVD on again, then as I put the TV on, I realised the BBC showed the Man Utd v Liverpool Cup match, so I watched that instead. Not a good choice; The wrong team won, it made me so late in getting to sleep and ruined my nocturnal rejuvenating rest! As for getting into the land of Nod, Huh!
The mind showed signs of ecdemomania, refusing to stop, rattling on worrying about things at random. Thus getting to sleep proved difficult, by the time I nodded off, it was almost my usual getting up time! Gragglespitgurgle!
TFZer Mary ♥
Latin: 19 Lunii Veneris MMXX
03:30hrs: I bestirred, in need of a wee-wee. Detached my lumberous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and woggled over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Having a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. Then I stumbled my way to the kitchen.
But returned to the front room, to put some pain-gel on the toes, avoiding yesterday’s toe-stubbing blister. I took these poor quality pictures after the treatment.
Back into the kitchen. The light showery rain was falling, although it doesn#t show in this picture, it was coming from behind the building. I got the kettle on the boil and dug out the medicines and Health-Test Kit.
The medication pods The BP readings were little different from yesterdays. Sys was up, Dia and the pulse about the same as yesterday. The temperature showed up just ‘Low’.
I nearly made a silly blunder, and almost gave myself an Enoxaparin injection, that is not due until tomorrow. It was a close thing. Phew! I felt almost proud of myself for remembering in time. A smug-mode was engaged!
Moments later, when I took the medications out of the pod-pack, the static on the plastic cover, brought all the tablets out stuck against it, and they fell to the floor. Spreading the eight tablets to all four corners of the flipping kitchen! Grumph and Grobbleknangles! The recently acquired Smug-Mode, dissipated!
By the time I’d gathered up the offending tablets and capsules, with all the bending down, the uncut toenails were stinging, and Back-Pain-Brenda had made herself known to me. Silver-Lining Search Result: At least I found them all! I gave them a dusting and took them.
As I poured the tea, I recognised that Arthur Itis’s knees were in the same state as they were yesterday, just stiff, but not overly painful at all. The showers overnight, and drizzle this morning, along with a delightful smell of petrichor is a sign of a storm brewing; or at least heavy rain is on the way. I know, I said the same yesterday, but I’ve got to get it right eventually. Hahaha!
I went to the wet room for another wee-wee. At least it was of a different type. An SSPG (Short-Sharp-Painful-Grey) variety. Not many folks have wee-wees that morph into a different colour and power each time. Humph! Washed and wiped the contact points, then off to the computer.
The concentration was difficult despite my being in a willing mood. No particular reason as far as I could tell, but it took me yonks get aa template for today done, then the updating of Thursday’s post. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kept having a go at me, but at least Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure was rare for once.
It was the concentrating, articulating, emphasising and funnelling, optimising actions as needed that I found so hard. Also, I kept changing tasks and got lost as to what I was doing before. However, I finally got both jobs finished. I felt a little wishy-washy in the head then. Why? Gawd knows!
I went on Facebooking but gave up when I realised how the time had flashed by.
Off to get the ablutions tended to, back in a while. I hope.
Oh, dearie me! Not one of my easiest of ablutionalisationing sessions! The legs looked like they were about to transmogrify again. Arthur Itis’s knees were a bit bloated, but as I said earlier, not bothersome really?
The teggies were painful to clean, with Toothache Terence making his presence know.
The shaving went much better today. A couple of razor dropsies, one dropped the shaving foam once. Only one lone little cut.
Now, the showering… Gragglespitgurgle & Tsk! A few of the ailments had a frenzied festival of fun with me!
Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Hitting the shower chair, but avoiding going all the way to the floor. I got my lower right arm entangled with the metal Sock-Glide frame, as I reached out to prevent a full self-body slam. Arglebonkangony! The bruises came up quick.
This slowed me down a bit, I took extra-care after, in case another ‘one-legged Jive’ came on again. They don’t usually come on close to each other, but this one made me bit nervous. Still, apart from the pain, by the time I got around to finishing showering and onto the towelling, I was feeling much easier and more confident. Then…
As I was getting the creams for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Arthur’s knees cream, Earhole Eric’s Olive Oil and Little Inchies fungal lesion cream; Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me. I dropped the Olive oil, and Phorpain Gel. I calmy and unexcitedly, got the picker-upperer, turned back, and trod on the Olive Oil pot! Thus, it burst open, giving the poorly stubbed toe some gip, and spreading over the WC mat. Which now needs cleaning! Cribblebogsanagonies!
Crying was on option, but I resisted it!
Then went on the WordPress Reader.
I got the walker-guide trolley and popped down to the caretaker’s domain, with some bags of recyclables and waste. Took the two snaps below while I was down there. The first one of the dead-end of Chestnut Walk, the none in the opposite direction towards Winchester Street.
Back to the apartment, and I made a restart on this post.
Just before midday, I made my way down again, to visit the Mobile Shop. Apple pies, tomatoes and a loaf of bread were purchased.
I came back inside and up again to the apartment. Well, alright then, the flat. Hahaha!
Got the nosh prepared. Easy-peasy meal. A tin of chopped tomatoes, pork frankfurters, mushrooms and bread from the mobile shop. To follow, a lemon mousse (thanks Jenny), an apple and an apple pie!
I recall washing up and settling down to watch a replay football match.
That’s it. When I nodded off, I’ve no idea, so I don’t know what sleep I got in.
But in the morning, I noticed I’d miss the evening medications.
Telugu: సోమవారం 9 మార్చి 2020
01:58hrs: I woke several times during the night, but soon nodded off again. This time, I removed my cumbersomely over-stomached body from the £300, second-hand recliner almost straight away. I caught my balance and got the stick, and as I made my way to the kitchen, I stopped part-way… Where were my ailments? Was I still dreaming? Of the wide selection of issues available to me, only Saccades Sandra and Back-Pain-Brenda was of any bother? Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis and the others seem to have abandoned me! Had I snuffed it during the night? I was confused, but oh, so pleased, even if it was only going to be a temporary situation, I took a weak wee-wee in the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and started to sing to myself as I got in the kitchen!
As I got the kettle on, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started failed and continuously returned and did so for ages. This meant the following medication sorting (From the mixed-up tablet’s in the falling-apart PilBox. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA), the taking and transportation into the computer, were ridden with annoyances, spilt tea, dropped tablets etc., but still no hassle from even Arthur Itis! So things medically speaking were in fine form! Yeehaa! The state of my mentality had yet to be tested and assessed. Haha!
As I got back to the computer desk, the borborygmic gurgling from the innards, meant a visit to the Porcelain Throne was required, so off to the wet room. Well, this session was different from how they have been of late. Down on the throne, instant movement (but this was within my control for once), not a lot evacuated, but it was very messy and needed a lot of cleaning up and medicating as Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. And the pain was no more than a little discomfort. Washed and returned to the computer.
Getting Coreldraw opened to load the photo of last nights nosh first. Then to WordPress, and oh, dearie me! I discovered the Dedicated photo I’d made up yesterday, had the wrong Month on it! Humph! (Glad I spotted it thought). I had to remove it and make another one with March on it, not February. What a Putz!
Responded to WordPress comments (2), then started this blog off. I got as far as here.
Then fetched another pot of the olive oil, because I could not find the one I thought I’d put in the computer drawer yesterday? I do so annoy myself at times! A proper search around, and I still could not find it! So, I got another one. I ordered some more from Amazon, and a wax remover kit, for delivery tomorrow.
Then I made a start on updating the Sunday post. It didn’t take too long, despite Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley’s (she is persistent this morning!) best efforts to hold me up! Saccades-Sandra eased off well, and focussing became more comfortable for me. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all of little if any bother! Smug, yet worried Mode Engaged?
I got the updating finished by 06:00hrs. Next, I put some things on Pinterest. Then did some more work on this blog. Later I changed to the TFZer Facebooking. Thank took a long but enjoyable time!
On to graphicalisationing now for a while, before getting the wash & brush-up done. Brilliant ablutions session. Didn’t bother snapping the legs, they are all but normal nowadays! A few dropsies and a finger-end trapped in the sock-glide, but no complaints at all.
Readied to go out to town. Made up the black bags, and went to put them outside the door, and was greeted by five busy workmen (two electricians in Malcolms flat) and a pile of tools, wires etc. and it was impossible to get out into the flat lobby.
A chap approached me and asked if I was going out. I told him that after the bags are done, but I need to go back in “Cause I’m a dithering double-checker and need to make sure no lights, electrics and taps are left on!” He laughed, and took the bags to the chute for me, thanking him very much! I did the checks, and after some shilly-shallying, and cavilling, I was ready to flee the flat.
The way through to the lift lobby had been cleared for me. I got to the elevators without any bother. A good set of blokes working here, imagine starting a job and having to move everything away to let me out, then get it all back in again. Thanks, lads. And they must have hundreds of flats to do!
I made my way through to the Winchester Court lobby and had an enjoyable natter. Then outside and had another chinwag with a crowd waiting in the bus shelter. I took a few photographs while I was waiting.
Mary was on the bus, she was of to Lidl for her shopping on Woodborough Road. I got the crossword book out, but it was an almost total failure this morning. I was more interested I think, in keeping my comically rotund wobbly body from being tipped out of the side-saddle seat at each corner and bend the bus went round!
I alighted the bus last as usual to avoid the stampede for the door, and stood a moment or two, to search for my shopping list. I knew I was only going to Tesco to get fresh fruit & veg, then the Bargain shop. But there were other items that I could not recall. No luck in finding it anywhere, searched every pocket and the trolley bag?
I hobbled on a few yards and stopped for another search of the jacket and trolley bag. I was getting slightly annoyed with myself again. I was sure I’d put the list in my coat pocket earlier on.
Another failed search.
I did spot a piece of Nottinghamian Street art, though. And the Nottinghamians playing their usual game of, ‘Let’s walk-out in front of the buses at the crossings!’
As I limped over the crossing myself to the Boot’s store, the right Arthur Itis knee twanged into stinging and stabbing pain-filled mini-session. That lasted no longer than 30-seconds or so. Then went back into ‘sleep-mode’?
I naughtily walked through the Boot’s shop and into the Victoria Centre (Mall). As I plodded on along the ground floor towards the end and the Tesco shop, I had to be a little weary of many folks who seemed to have adopted as their Monday-Mission, ‘Let’s walk into some old chap, today and try to knock the senile git over!’ By the time I’d got to Tesco, with all the twisting and bending to avoid collisions with so many people, Back-Pain-Brenda had started to go into one of her ‘Aching’ modes.
The moment I got to get a basket for my shopping, the silence, well not that, the lack of noise rather, hit me. The place was crowded, but no one seemed to be talking to each other? I checked the hearing aids, they were working, I could hear the tills going?
Anyway, I got the shopping done, remembering some items I couldn’t earlier on. I ended up at the checkout with; Fresh Polish hot dogs, mini carrots, bacon strips, mushrooms, sugar snap peas, and onion and tomatoes. The things I remembered were; Seaweed & Wheat crispies, Sourdough nibbles. To my pleasant surprise, I found on the shelves with foreign goods, Glengettie Teabags! I grabbed a packet. All for £21.66!
As I paid and left, then walked down and out onto Milton Street, I had a rest, as Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda, in giving me some stick. The Pavement was covered in chewing gum. But the most exciting thing I came across while standing there, as people wearing face-masks. More than I expected. Most of them were Asian students, I believe.
As I started moving again, with little bother from Arthur Itis I might add, I spotted this chap across the road?
I went over the pedestrian crossing to the other side of Milton Street, and into the Bargain Store. I knew what I was seeking there, alright. The Pakistani Bread Biscuits, and the cheapo Woolite Black washing liquid. Unfortunately, they didn’t have either in stock. Humph! However, they did have some small tins of Garden peas and red beans! I bought several of the peas and two of the beans. Just a handy size for someone on their own.
I made my way to Queen Street to catch the L9 bus. Bit of a disastrous farce this was! I was in plenty of time and had about ten minutes until the bus was due in. But a lorry parked on the other side of the road was blocking buses getting by! My EQ told me straight out; ‘You will not catch this bus!’ He was right, but failed to warn me of the consequences that I would suffer!
When I looked at the photos on the camera screen, I realised that I had been so involved in taking the pictures of the traffic jam, I had missed the L9 at the stop, I even took a picture of it, and it didn’t dawn on me! My self-esteem, low as it already was, sank down further! What an absolute Schmuck of the Highest Order! Self-contempt, denigration, loathing, disgust and loathing, like never before flowed!
How the hell I did I manage to do that!
Now, in Depression Defcon Two, I was in a right morbid mood. I moved down the hill, to catch the next 40 bus (15 minutes to wait for it) – already dreading the walk from the 40 bus stop on Mapperley Rise back to the flats. I think I might have still been muttering insults at myself? Cholericalisations!
The 40 bus arrived and was abandoned by the driver. Along with other passengers, we waited patiently of the relief-driver to come from the clutch of drivers smoking and chinwagging near the Red’s True Barbecue restaurant window. I was not bothered, I was so low, it didn’t matter after my morale-devastating debacle over missing the L9 bus.
The side-saddle seats on these buses are smaller and with fewer things to grab onto, to help yourself keep in the chair. (The thought that next month we will have to use these buses as the L9 route is being abandoned, did not help my spirits!) At least when they start, it is hoped they will go to the flats in April.
And, the drop-off stop, must be one of the most dangerous ever. I took the snip below from Google Maps to show you how dodgy it can be dropping off the bus on Mapperley Rise.
Crossing the road needs constant attention. With a stick, or the wheeler-guide and shopping bags, one needs to keep an eye out left and right for the blind bends all the time. Not being able to get a move-on in the event of a car coming around the bend, has had me frit a few times. Ah, well! The next danger was not far away.
Yes, three of them! Tsk! On the decline towards Chestnut Walk, a Nottingham City Homes van forced me to go out on the road to get by, the gap left did not allow enough room for the three-wheeler to get through. Then the same again further on with a car. And in the complex, another vehicle on the pavement had me in the roadway.
I got a call on the mobile phone en route, I was in the middle of the road at the time, so hastened to the relative safety of the pavement and answered it in time, for once. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse, telling me she would be with me in the morning twixt 10:00 > 12:00hrs. So it’s just as well I got the fresh-food shopping done today. I’ve got an order coming in the morning from Morrisons with the non-fresh food (If I remember correctly), 06:30 > 07:30hrs.
I walked through the Winwood Court entrance and along the link-passage to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Not a soul in sight. Up to the 12th-floor and out to the flat hall. The fire door was wedged open, again no one around, I think the worker lads must have been on a break.
I fumbled about a bit getting into the flat with the trolley-guide. Much to the displeasure of Back-Pain-Brenda. She’s not been in a good mood with me at all, today. My first job, I got the fodder unloaded. Then put away, all bag the veg for tonight’s nosh that is.
Then, I got the food prepped and cooking.
Mushrooms, sugar snap, leeks and peas in the saucepan. Parsnips, turnips, carrots and sweet potatoes in the oven, sprayed with olive oil and roasting. Then put some of the Polish Hot Dog sausages in the big pan to warm up. I’ve taken to this vegetable lark.
I intend to stick with having potatoes just twice a week. Probably beans or tinned tomato-based noshes in between? Especially with the arrogant, uncaring, antisocial sounding Ingeus Diabetic people from Birmingham returning my Doctors referral letter. I should hear from Dr Vindla before long about it. What a company! They tell me they will never phone-out; personally, it is always a pre-recorded message? They certainly don’t take into consideration anyone’s other ailments, injuries or complaints. The fact that I told them about my hearing problem with recorded messages more than people, and my limited mobility, drifted over their heads.
I’m waffling again, sorry.
I added some of the seaweed nibbles to the plate of so many different vegetables and sausage. I must say it tasted marvellous! A Taste-Rating of 8.8/10!
It helped with my getting the roast comestibles cooked betterer this time. But, it’s a new thing for me, roasting fresh parsnips, turnips, carrots and sweet potatoes from scratch. When the pod peas come in season, it will get almost exciting for me. Hehehe! That is of course, if Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, or Ingeus Europe Ltd (Subsidiaries: Ingeus UK Ltd., Invisage Limited, Ingeus Investments Limited) haven’t killed me by then.
I got the washing up done and considered doing the hand washing, but the weariness was descending on me quickly now!
I viewed what was available on the TV. Lots of good stuff!
Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 7fed Mawrth 2020
01:15hrs: Woke, worried, aflutter and tormented by my not knowing why I felt so distraught in the first place. A cycle of perturbing, solutionless thoughts and problems started to ping-about in my brain.
Good old Bladder-Brian helped out, with the urgent need for a wee-wee. Which proved to be a revealing action.
I fumbled my way out of the second-hand, rickety recliner and with the stick, I went over to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to release the amber-fluid. That thought went a bit flat when it came out almost colourless again. And the container was over half-filled! Not once during the night can I recall getting out of the chair and going to the bucket, not once!
However, with yesterdays big and mini-blanks, I suppose it’s to be expected. Come think of it, when I made a grab for the stick when I rose up, it was not where l usually leave it? This worrying continued for the rest of the day. I fretted over everything, dubious, bad, medical or good! This is something new to the Inchcock psyche. I shall not keep mentioning the paradoxical fretting; unless it is something important. Gawd blimey, I’ve never had this before. I’m a bag of nerves here! As I say, combined with yesterdays blanks, this is enough for me to ring, well, email, for an appointment with the Doctor.
Into the kitchen and got the kettle on. Took the medications (glad to see I had not missed them again!), and the innards sent a message, so off to the Porcelain Throne, I trudged.
As I got sat down, I lost my balance as Arthur Itis suddenly went into Turbo-Mode. You wouldn’t believe how many things I tried to do at the same time; first, stop to evacuation from flowing, grabbed the picker-upperer and tried to use it with some of the kitchen towel to soak up the olive oil that along with so many other things, I’d knocked off of the floor cabinet when I tumbled! Then in between putting the well-oiled towels in the bin and trying again, I rescued some tablets from getting soaked Codeine 30g and Senna packs. Having partly saved the day, but with a lot of cleaning up yet to do, the attention had to return to the evacuation. Which thankfully was a non-messy and not too painful one. Phew!
Washed up and medicated certain body areas in need. Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had not been bleeding, so that was a double-bonus! Then I cleaned up the floor. I reckon it took me an hour, just to get the olive oil dried up, then another ten minutes to get back up off of the floor! This incident didn’t do my spirits or faith any good! Yet, I knew it could have been so much worserer? So, mixed feelings, but still agitated.
Going to make the brew, the mind vacillated again, this time over what to have for my meal today. So many choices, after a harrowingly long time of pondering, I decided on a stew of sorts. I got some mushrooms, peas, peppers and my beloved leeks in the crock-pot. Added just a little sea salt and Chinese vinegar.
By then, the kettle needed boiling again, and I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. Still harangued by not knowing what was bugging me.
I got the computer on and did some graphicalisationing of page top pictures. In fact, this was the best part of the morning for me. I really got carried away with them, and spent far too long at it, hours! But it did stop my fretting over things for a while!
I made a start on the updating of the Friday post. Another few hours have gone! But at least I got it finished eventually. Then went on Pinterest and the TFZers Facebooking.
Then my situation got worse, and my confidence deteriorated, as I made a start on this blog. Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off, and withing seconds of that, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and so many errors and mistakes needed correcting! This got me, and the worrying came more acute, with a renewed vigour!
It was dark later this morning, no sunshine has made its way out yet.
Of to the kitchen to sort the handwashing that was drying, again. I made a mug of Thompson’s tea.
I way in no mood to get back to the computer but had to force myself. I went on the WordPress Reader, then had a look at the comments.
Hours later, I got the mushrooms, sugar-snap peas and leeks in the crock-pot, on a low setting. The plan being, to make some gravy (done), mix it well and add the can of beef and some black bean sauce (Done), then add the veg to it later for a beef stew, of sorts. No potatoes!
CorelDrawing again, until the fatigue set in, but I was feeling better in myself than of late.
I got the handwashing moved, but didn’t do any today. (Idle slob! Hehe!)
I tended the cooking of the stew, like a mother hen, constantly checking stirring and tasting! I added a drop more of the 5% acidity distilled vinegar. Noticing as I did, how Flatulent Frank was becoming more turbulent, and anticipated that another visit to the Throne was on the way. But no, it didn’t develop.
The meal, even without the potatoes, went down well and got a flavour rating of 8/10.
The leeks with the sugar snap peas were a surprisingly good combination.
I put down the tray on the Ottoman and turned on the TV.
What the hell happened afterwards is anyone’s guess! But when I woke up;
Surely Dr Vindla will listen this time when I tell her about these funny (perhaps odd, would be more suitable a word) spells? But then again, maybe it is to be expected. She certainly wasn’t disturbed or concerned when I told her of them a fortnight ago.
Come think of it, it would be grand if I croaked out while having one of these blank-periods, then I wouldn’t know I’d died! Hahaha! Hang-on though, I’ll have to think this through. Hehe!
I took the medications, after gathering up the mixed up blister tray’s tablets and tried to work out which are which. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.
Not long left for sleeping now, just as well I’d nodded-off and got some earlier, cause it was devil of a job trying to again.
Bulgarian: Вторник, 18 февруари 2020 г.
01:45hrs: I stirred, wriggled and stretched the body a little, to test out the ailments that were on duty this morning, and had a blank moment or two, while I waited for the brain to catch up with me. Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna let themselves be known first. Terence Toothache was not as bad as he had been.
When I eventually tackled extracting the Mr Blobby body from the £300, second-hand recliner and rose to my feet, caught my balance and grabbed the stick, Arthur Itis joined in the ‘Lets-Give-Inchcock-Some-Pain’ regiment! But he was not in a foul mood, but I still could have done without his input!
As I was making my way, nice and steadily hobbling to the wet room for a wee-wee, the arrival of the morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne caused me to increase speed a little. I needn’t have bothered rushing. Another marathon sit-and-wait session. I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna later, had a go at the crosswording, picked my nose, and lethargically pondered on my past errors and failures…
Then, a sign of movement! I tensed and tentatively waited for the pain to start… Sure enough, it did! Slowly as progress was very slowly made, the pain increased. The relief when things that had no control from me, finally ended, with a loud, splashing kerplunk, was blessed! I almost felt the need to check if my torso had been split in half! Hehehe! On the bright side, it was not messy, and there was no bleeding at all! But the agony!
Washed and off to the kitchen, where the loathsome susurration-like ‘Hum’ was worse than ever!
I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the brew and an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance emanated from the right leg. It was a good un! But, with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick and clinging to the cooker, I managed to stay upright! A few minutes later, it was as if nothing had happened. I did clout my ankle against the cupboard during the cross between the hokey-cokey and an ice-skating routine. While the leg flailed to its heart’s content.
I’ve not suffered one of these for a while, and I am not too keen on doing so again! But no histrionics, the Mary Potter Treatment Centre Doctor, told me I will have to cope with the Peripheral Neuropathy, cause they can do nothing to cure it, dying nerve-ends cannot be mended. But they can help me with dealing with it. (That was ten months ago, I’m still waiting for the promised follow-up appointment!) Ah, well! So be it, it is what it is, that’s how the cookie crumbled, c’est la vie, and a part of my natural, normal, disaster-prone life, fortune and luck. Yuppity, Amen!
I moved yesterday’s handwashing onto the airers.
Then tackled the updating of the Monday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters in the fingers were doing better now, and this, along with my doing a lot of downloading last night, helped me complete the blog in short time.
Out of the blue, the need for a Porcelain Throne, Mark 2 suddenly presented itself. It only seemed like a few minutes since the first one (that was because the pain still lingered from it, I suppose!) Off hastily as I could manage to the wet room. Relly cut it fine, and this time the movement started as I got on the Throne! Totally out of my control again. The evacuation ground its way out, but a lot quicker this time. And the blood flowed with it. Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!
Still, I was in much better shape afterwards, this time. A cleaning and medicalisationing session, and back to the blogging. Which was soon finished and posted off. I went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking.
I think that Nurse Christina should be coming today. And I have a Morrison order due twixt 06;00 > 07:00hrs, so the ablutions will have to be tended to next.
Well, the ablutionalisationing session went surprisingly well, up to when I was drying off and started the medicating. Dropsies, wait for it… three! Yee-ha! The razors I bought from the pound shop worked well enough. All in all, up to here, a grand even enjoyable scrub-up! I put the wrong (short) socks on, but with the battle of the sock-glide going so well, I didn’t risk changing into the new long ones. Oh, no!
I suppose I was overconfident with the other things going so well, cause I applied the Daktacort antifungal miconazole nitrate) corticosteroid hydrocortisone cream – that should be used for Little Inchies fungal lesion, to Harold’s Haemorrhoids! The best I can say, is it stung a lot more than usual, and this is when I realised what I’d done! A minor panic-flap took place, as I did my bestest to get it back out and off! I managed it though, but it gave a new meaning to the words ‘Hot Pants!’ Snortle, Chuckle, Snigger!
I made a brew of the Glenghettie Gold tea. The ‘Hum’ ever-present, the toothache still not too bad at all. It was very worrying!
I took four photographs of roughly the same view from the unwanted, dangerous, light & view-blocking thick-framed kitchen window. I took each one in a different setting. But, being the Morosoph I am, by the time I got to put the photos on here, I’d completely forgotten which were which. I used, Auto, Night Landscape, Landscape and Aperture Priority, which sorting out which was which, was beyond me. (Al indeed, a lot of things are nowadays!)
I about to make a start on a page-top graphic on CorelDraw and changed my mind. (Fancy that!)
I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung instead! Made the usual bit of a mess with spilling the water again. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failing me. I wondered at this time if the dying nerve ends are helping me to cope more easily with this toothache?
Back on the computer, and the intercom rang out! It was my Morrison delivery. The pleasant chap put the bags into the hallway for me, I took them through to the kitchen one at a time. Better safe than sorry!
A big order this one was. I put away the few tins packet and washing things, and unloaded the fresh food onto the counter so that I could check them out for dates and staleness. I’m uncertain whether I actually meant to order all this stuff. Two bottles of milk? Three ready-made Chicken Risotto meals? Although, later they were found to be 50p less each if I bought three of them. The dirty-great size of the three Spare Rib pot noodles was a bargain – 50p each! I’d overdone the desserts too! But Josie is always prepared to help me out and eat some. Haha! Looks like the risotto for tonight, I can try using the rice cooker and make some extra to top it up, that is if I can find the instruction booklet.
The drilling, knocking and buzzing from the Fire Sprinkler lads in the hallway, has at least taken my thoughts away from the blasted ‘Hum.’
I made a brew and started on the CorelDraw creating at last. Minutes into it, and the intercom chimed and lit-up again. It was the male phlebotomy nurse, come to take my blood for the Warfarin INR testing. He was a serious young man. I told him about and showed him the picture that Tim Hancock had sent for me of her. I mentioned how kind it was of him, and the brilliant idea of using it in a solid frame! The lad showed some interest in the frame too. But, not enough to crack a smile, I failed in that mission. He got the blood taken professionally, and was soon off to his next patient.
I moped for a while, about not getting Christina. But I had the photo to look at! Thanks, Tim!
I updated this blog, then made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time.
I spent hours and hours and hours… well a very long time, trying to get some graphicalisationing done. But it was a laborious heuristic job, with the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters failing so often, thus creating more errors than Saccades-Sandra was doing, and she was making plenty, I can tell yers. A slightly depressed and frustrated mode adopted.
Eventually, tired and brain-drained, I got the nosh prepared. I did some white Patna rice, and some ‘quick-cook BBQ flavoured as the white rice cooking came to an end, I added some Hoisin sauce to that one. The cardboard pieces, oh, no… I mean chicken pieces were the most tasteless I’ve ever had. But the rice and risotto was excellent tasting. As were the small tomatoes, lemon curd yoghourt, and the Milk Roll bread. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.
Just in case the delivery arrived, I stayed up late doing some graphics. Well, I say doing them, not many got done. It was so frustrating, I gave up, and found some TV programs with subtitles on to watch. Law & Order had two consecutive episodes on channel 21.
This way I could watch without using the headphones, which would have prevented me from hearing the door chimes or intercom when the delivery arrives, which it didn’t, of course.
I nodded-off and woke before midnight. Went to see if any notes had been put through the door form any missed delivery personage. Nope!
I made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) for an SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style -Wee-wee. I decided to stay up, and got the kettle on.
Hausa: Yau Talata 11 ga Fabrairu 2020
00:05hrs: I woke, with a picture of phlebotomy Nurse Christina in my mind. She is due to call today, I think, I’ll have to check later. No demands for any bodily releases? I was moving freer this morning, I was out of the £300, second-hand, unpleasantly, grubby beige-coloured recliner, up on pegs, stick in hand, and moving to the kitchen, within three or four minutes. Smarmy-Swank-Mode engaged!
As I was putting the kettle on, a double release was needed, front and back. Off I trudged to the wet room. It really was not worth the effort! Despite all the usual signs from the innards, the attempted Throne Session was not forthcoming. And as for the wee-wee, it took me three or four minutes, and I can’t have passed more than a couple of sprinkled fluid ounces, and they were in different directions, most missed the porcelain all together. A peculiar start to the day, proper uncharacteristic! I investigated to see if Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, no sign of any blood. Mmm, discountenanced about this scenario.
Back to the kitchen, made the tea, and took the ever-dwindling supply of medications. I must ask the Nurse to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for me. To find out if the prescriptions (that are late again this month) are coming. Or, do I have to go to Carrington to collect them. This thought made me check on what time Christina is coming. I went to check the diary. Oh, Grumpworthiness! She is not coming this week, it’s next Tuesday! Grrr!
I took this shaky shot out of the unwanted, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I apologise for the terrible quality. Two excuses, I mean, reasons. First: I blame Nottingham City Homes for building the ledges that stick out so far, that anyone under eight-foot-tall. Cannot see out at anything below, especially short-arsed disabled, bald, not wealthy, partly deaf (well, mostly), bespectacled, octagenarian old men. Who live in flat 72 and happens to be keen on photography, and knowing if any emergency vehicles are on-site because he can’t hear the fire alarm. Second: I blame my ailments. Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Stroke-Stewart, the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete! Lucky sod, I am!
But hey! If the chemist, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, can lie about delivering prescriptions after promising to do, also, fail to change the blister packs, and putting the wrong date on the stuff when it finally arrives. They can happily leave me without medication for five days as last month! The Doctor, nurses and medical team all fail to make any difference to the situation. What the heck! They’ll have dead between them, and probably be content about it. It will just mean one less old git to bother about. Only a genuine thought come worry!
Now, where was I before I went off on that paddy? Oh, yes! Gorrit now. I got with doing yesterdays blog update. It took many hours, due to having to sort the many photographs taken.
I had to go back to the wet room, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne had arrived from the innards. Heck, what a lengthy, painful one it was too! Solid as a rock, it took some moving after getting stuck half-way, just like it did on Monday and Tuesday. I might take a senna tablet later (I did). This time there was a fair bit of bleeding. The accompanying wee-wee was another not worth it type. A spread-out sprinkling drop or two. Things don’t feel right in this department at all.
The moo0nb was lingering on well this morning, I thought. So, I took some photographs from the heart-rendering hated kitchen window. Two of them have the low, late moon on view.
Back to the updating task, didn’t get it finished until gone 06:00hrs! Luv-a-duck! Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then it was time for the ablutions to be done. They went okayish. As per usual, a few dropsies. A couple of tiny nicks shaving. But no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. I reckon I could hear the flaming ‘Hum’ while I was in the wet room!
This reminded me of talking to the other passengers on the L9 bus yesterday, and I mentioned the ‘Hum’, and a well-dressed chap looked awfully puzzled, and asked me what it was! I replied: “A bloody nuisance that drives me mad!” A couple of the ladies said they get it too! I suggested that the man look it up on Wikipedia, and it is worldwide! But no one can work out what it is or where it’s coming from! He was the only passenger to get off in Daybrook. I wonder if they are Hum-Free there? Hehe! I might try to move if so!
I came out of the wet room, all refreshed and feeling betterer in temperament than I did earlier. So, I got the handwashing done. Taking extra care not to drop the bowl, or spill too much water over me or the floor. Of course, some got lost. I moved yesterdays washing onto the cloth airers. The jammie bottoms I hung in the wet room and left the heater on, fingers crossed I don’t forget about them.
What am I saying, me? Forget something? Hahaha!.
Then I decided the water falling on the floor, and my walking through it, created a need for the kitchen floor to be swept and mopped up! Great balls of fire; suddenly this, decision-making, determination and will-power! It can’t last long, surely? Better make a start on the floor cleaning straight away, while I’m in this unexpected and illogical, organically-impossible, semi-contented ready for work condition!
I got the floor done, and put some kitchen towelling down so, I didn’t spread muck while I went back in to make a brew. Why I even remembered to pick up the paper when the tiles had dried. Oh, Yes! Smug-Mode-Assumed!
I thought I felt something in the lower regions that felt warm and wet! Oh, dear!
Off to the wet room again. When I got in, the heat hit me, and the thought of ‘What the ‘eck are you doing, Inchcock? This flaming convector heater in the wet room is costing a fortune, and here you are drying your thin dressing gown with it! So, I moved it onto the flat airer, and put the t-shirt in the airing cupboard! A rare moment of logicalness there!
Back to the wet room, to check for any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. All was clear, I also inspected Harold’s Haemorrhoids. No leaking there either. The warm wet feeling baffled me? While there, I had a decker at the pins (legs). Amazing! They were still pale, a few more lumps courtesy of Clopidogrel, but the surprising thing was, the blood papules had all but gone, and they only appeared yesterday! I think?
Had a Dizzy, tumbled, cracked head, not good. Must get rest, made Dagwood type sarnies, sat down and ate them. Must feel alright for visiting the Doctor in the morning. That doesn’t ring right, does it? Well, it might!
Put the things in the bowl to soak, and took a snap of the impressive clouds.
I got down again in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.
Afrikaans: Donderdag 6 Februarie 2020
01:55hrs: Cripes, the Hum is intrusive this morning! When I woke and heard the noise, I was confident that something was amiss, surely this can’t be the Hum? I extracted my bulbous, wobbly, stomach-ladened body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and checked around the flat, only to find that the driving-me-mad Hum was indeed causing the noise! Humph!
Still, I’m glad I got up, cause the sudden urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so off to the wet room I poddled. Taking care to leave the four-pronged stick well away from where I might trip over it, I got seated. This time things were different, back to the half-way and suffer mode of evacuation.
Which gave me time to have a mind-wander. But it wasn’t a pleasant experience, all my faults, worries and problems stormed into the brain, rattled about almost mocking me, and then as the evacuation got a bit more movement and agony replaced the pain, the thoughts left me, thank heavens. Hell of struggle, but I rid myself of the products, a little bleeding, but not messy.
At least Little Inchies fungal lesion was only trickling a few drops. The legs had got more colour and veins showing than yesterday. Arthur Itis’s knees were tight, a sign of suffering to come that is. I got cleaned-up, medicated plenty of the Phorpain gel rubbed into the joints. I’m not sure it actually does any good, but the Doctor says the massaging it in can do no harm.
Then, off to the kitchen. Where I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the tea and took a photographicalisation of the morning view, with the moon on show. Not a bad result, I took it in Night Landscape mode. I’ve put it on large here, not too bad an effort. (He says smugly. Haha!)
To the computer, and set to updating the Wednesday post. Nicodemus Neurotransmitters were not playing up much at all. That was a pleasant divergence from the norm, which I took advantage of, and had got the whole thing finished of (not many photos) in record time before they kicked off again. Also, I struggled to read my own writing. Fleeting Satisfied Mode!
The mist was clearing now. Sent off the blog, then went on the Emails to see what was what. One from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital (I do like that mouthful of a title!). From the lady who rang me last night. Her name is Debby. So now, I have the address to use to update her about the Doctors visit. There was no reply to my earlier request for an appointment or any INR results?
So I sent another email and request. Then I checked the progress of the saucepans I’ve got coming today (another day stuck indoor!) on the tracker system.
Not arrived at the distribution area yet, so I don’t know when to expect them to arrive, latish I should think. I hope the Falls-Team lady comes early, then at least I can get some stuff to the waste-chute and down to the recycling bin.
On to the TFZer Facebooking next.
Virgin Down completely now. (I’ve typed this so often, the fingers did it on their own! – Chuckle!) Today is the upgrading session, mark day 2 for Global-Liberty (Lousy) Virgin Media Internet workers. So, I half-expected things to go down.
– The Stand-up Ablutions were tackled:
Dropsies were galore! Too many. Then, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, went into turbo-drive for a few minutes, just when I was shaving. I must say, had the farce been filmed, it may well have been an award winner at the British Comedy Awards! Even I would have laughed out loud at it; just imagining it brings a smile to my face!
The razor flew to my left, falling in the tray of cleaning stuff, I grabbed at it when it landed and knocked the shaving foam from the tray. I bent down to retrieve it, razor still in hand, it (the foam) was then propelled by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley in the other direction, where it hit the ground cupboard top, removing various, nay, nearly all of the medical tubes down the back of the cupboard! Savlon, Daktacort, Haemorrhoid cream and my emergency supply of Co-Codamols! All bar the haemorrhoid cream, which was needed for use, the others are still down there somewhere, I’ll get them later. Harrumph!
Somehow, I’d cut the back of my hand as well! Only the tiniest of cuts, but it took some stopping, I used the aftershave, that did it; it stung a bit, mind! Then, after cleaning things up, the farce of the disappearing razor?
I’ll have another search when I go to pick up the things behind the floor-cupboard. Sigh!
I had a ring of Josie’s door chimes on the way out with the rubbish bags. No answer. So, in the elevator and down with the giant-bag of rubbish. Left it near Stew’s door. Then took a photo of the Information Panel, and nipped in the lobby area, to take some pictures.
Back up to the apartment. Tried Josie’s door again, no answer. Got in and got the kettle on. I tried the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, but no go, still down. So, I don’t know if I’ve had any reply from the surgery about the appointment, or the Warfarin INR level, and cannot check on the saucepans progress. Hey-Ho!
– I thought I’d take the picker-upperer with me to get the knocked over things from the wet room… Huh! I had an involuntary (on my part!), Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the affected right leg, I managed to prevent myself going over, but unfortunately, it was so quick, I thought I’d got the stick with me, and used the picker to stop myself falling – it broke in half! Thankfully, I only fell against the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner! So, another picker-upperer bites the dust! RIP. Grangle-Grumps!
I really am back to enduring my usual luck again! Thanks mainly to the Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, and Stroke Stuart! At least the dance only lasted a few seconds this time.
It’s such a shame that I didn’t realise that today was when Liberty-Global was going to fail again to improve their pitiable, wretched, internet service. Then, I would have not ordered the saucepans for today. There lie’s more reasons and proof that my systematic, massive misfortunes having returned to torture, annoy, bother and piss-me-off again!
I went to try Josie’s door again, Aha! She answered! I showed her the tin of Tuna flakes with Coronation dressing, and she fancied on her Sunday lunch. So, it shall be! I hobbled to the fridge to get a can of Daniels and coke and took it for her. Well, it’s a treat, although no doubt she’d prefer the Daniels neat. Hahaha!
The Internet was still down. I wrote things down on Word, to use later. Took me a while to get it written, and as I got up to here, my door chimes rang out, to my chosen tune of Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, it was the Amazon delivery with the saucepans.
I checked them to see if they were made-up, or I’d have to get some help if they need assembling.
They were all made-up. so that was nice! I put the new frying pan in the trolley-guide bag, I’d decided to give it to the volunteers at the Social Kitchen to use. Got wrapped up warmly, and ventured out. Down in the elevator, through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, I met Angie and Roy at the foyer door, they were buying some stuff early from the bread and veg man, then catching a taxi.
Then into the big social lounge, where some residents were finishing off their Friday breakfasts. I was in a bit of a rush in case the bus came early, so I went straight to the kitchen opening window, cause they do not like my three-wheeler near the food, a lady came behind me and told me not to stand there, cause she’s trying to serve people! Fair enough, I shoved the brand new pan in her hand and told her “Here, you can have this!” The good feeling of my doing something to help, drained from me. I walked out through the Winwood foyer door and made my way to the bus shelter.
Feeling a tad miffed, but more hurt, after the pain, effort and cost, I thought I was doing something worthwhile and helpful, and the idea made me feel good. I can understand really. But as I get older, I seem to get hurt easier. No more freebies or help for them then in future. I was just trying to help out at the new kitchen volunteers, for the third time. In my current state of mind, and struggling to do everyday things, but still trying to help others, I can do without being depreciated. But bless them all for volunteering, I hope they can get some enjoyment from it.
I’m sorry Jenny was not in and wish the ILC’s had been in the office now, they could have been offered the brand-new just delivered frying pan.
I brought my spirits up a tad, by taking some photographs of Winwood Heights from the L9 bus shelter.
I got on the bus, and out came the crossword book. I did well en route to town on the puzzles today. Swank-Mode-Adopted.
In town, I called into the Poundland Shop. Got some bits: A cheap kitchen roll, cause I’d forgotten to put one in the bag for nose-blowing use. Lavender Dettol disinfectant. Orange Kit-Kat, and some nuts.
I had a walk around, Parliament Street, Clumber Street, Long Row, Slab Square and on to Queen Street for the bus home. I’ll not put all the photographicalisation I took on here, cause there was fair lot them, I’ll do a Trip to Nottingham Special in another post with them all on.
I caught the bus back, and Bill (William on Sundays) got on further along the route. With us both being hard-of-hearing, the conversation was strained. Haha!
Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was going at it on and off, and it made me feel like others were keeping an eye on the old man in the side-saddle seat. Hahaha!
I like Bill, a grand chap. Back at the flats, Bill held the door open for me to Winchester Court. We parted wishing each other all the bestest, and a smile. The only person I spoke to, was Herbert (Big John), doing his jigsaw puzzle in the big lounge, he’s good at them. I threw him a “Good Afternoon, you all right?” as I passed. But saw no one else, although there were a few folks about, I was not conversant with them. (Didn’t know them!)
I got up in the flat, no wee-weeing needed! I moved the mushrooms into a saucepan from the slow-cooker with the garden peas and got the new big pan filled with water for the boil-in-the-bag beef and gravy later.
I got on the computer, and Hey Presto! it was back on! Ooh, that did please me!
I go on with updating this blog, and before I knew it, the time was gone 17:00hrs!
It was getting misty outside.
I got on with creating the visit to Nottingham post. By the time I got it made and posted, I’d been up for over 18hrs! I think I’ll get the nosh done and head down next. I turned off the computer, and in a state of ultra-weariness, battled to keep my concentration as I prepared the stew.
18:55hrs: I took this snap of the evening sky, the horizon looked rather nice to me.
The new casserole saucepan was used to heat up the beef and gravy with onions. Despite my being too drained and over-ready for a kip, I ate it all with some milk bread to soak up the gravy. Hmm! Flavour Rating; 8.2/10 tonight.
I got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak. Took another shot of the evening sky, and had a wee-wee. Settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.
Surprisingly, it took a while for sleep to come.
00:55hrs: Woke up feeling as if I had no sleep at all, I lay there for ages, uhtceare and heavy eyelids. The need for a wee-wee proved to be my expergefactor. Almost wearily, I forced my heavily-stomached body from the recliner. And was well-pleased when I found that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were no longer in attendance. (Oh, yes, I was most approbatory about this!)
I used the untouched-overnight GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and I was taken aback by the power of the flow at first, but it faded to a trickle shortly. SFDBFF (Started-Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style. Then, I was hobbling off to the kitchen, where I took the medications, made a brew and passed wind. It was only a silent tiny phwert, but boy, the pong it left!
Feeling much better now, life was returning to the brain, and physically I was doing well. Mmm, apart from the Neurotransmitters failing a few times, I was lucky not to drop the tea-caddy, then the kettle. This is going to be a problem when I start typing on the computer. But no complaints, qualms or expostulations from me. After yesterdays horrendous events, I just appreciated being here, and the absence of so many ‘usual’ ailments. Yee-ha!
I went to move the tomato-slicer from the tea-brewing area, and soon found how bad Nicodemus-neurotransmitter was today, and the slicer slipped from my grasp. I automatically and foolishly made a grasp for it to stop it hitting the deck. I caught it. The serrated edges of the blades drew blood. A good job I have a stock of plasters in the medical drawer, Tsk! Klutz!
I took two shots of the high in the sky moon. I used the Night Landscape option for them.
Unfortunately, when the nerve-ends transmitters let me down again, I lost my grip on the camera. Mercifully, I had adopted a habit of always using the hand strap with the photographicalising, and this saved the day and possible damage to the Nikon. Phew!
Yet again the nerves failed, when I was putting the lid back on the tea caddy. The result was a scattering of tea bags that was made worse by my failing to catch it properly, knocking it away from me. Which sent Glengettie tea-bags over the floor and between the cooker and cupboard! I fetched good picker-upperer from the front room and attached it to the four-pronged walking stick back to the kitchen. I nearly went head over heels on the way through the door, as I caught my dodgy right knee against the bulky load I was carrying. Dizzy Dennis came into force.
Now I was really getting back to normal! Bleeding, in pain, well-dizzied, pissed-off, and silently offering forth a selection of expletives and traducements, regarding my foul luck and many ailments! Yes, my run of fair-fortunes and luck has ended! Crying was an option at this stage, but my experience of its futility prevented my sobbing or committing suicide. Hehehe! But I was getting a little discouraged with events so far this morning. Yet a feeling of normality blossomed, and amazingly I cast off the shadow, cheered up, made another mug of tea, and got on the computer straight away. Mainly to scribble notes to use later in this diary, while the thoughts were fresh in my mind. Which I did!
Then I got the updating of the Monday post done and posted off.
I’ve had better starts to a day! But hopes linger!
I added some bits to Pinterest, then spend an age on the TFZer Facebooking. But I enjoyed it. Mr Fries Virgin Media started and stayed playing up again. Spitworthy-Splurging-Sparrowhawks! Then went to make another brew of tea, gingerly, carefully and cautiously I might add. (Ha-ha!)
Then went on the WordPress Reader.
Well, I must stop now and get the ablutions done. Iceland delivery (Oh, fear of daft substitutions comes to mind!), then my precious sweet vampire Christina is calling to take my blood later. I put the handwashing in the bowl to soak before doing the cleansing of my ailment-ridden, torturously overburdened-bellied body-mass. Then off for the stand-up, cause it’s too early to make a noise with the shower.
Well, it didn’t take long before the first cock-up, did it? I got the shaving done first (one nick on the cheek) for a change.
As I stood back from the sink, I caught the four-pronged stick, fell backwards and clouted the side of my head and cheek against the dreaded sock-glide on my way to visit the rather hard floor” The sock-glide is now bent a bit! So are my elbow, knees and confidence, that was caused by the landing, not the glide! Grungle-Grumps!
The legs looked betterer this morning, though, less palish. Just noticed how I put the two photos together, at least I’m hiding the worst bits of my body, Hahaha! The teeth-cleaning went well, only one dropsy; the brush. The flannel once, and the carbolic soap. The refreshing and medicating afterwards; dropped the Haemorrhoid cream tube, olive oil bottle, then the body, spray (twice).
Got dried-off, and dressed, off to get the handwashing done. The Iceland deliveryman cometh. He kindly threw the bags into the kitchen for me, and I sorted out what was what. Or, not! I’m already looking forward to having the braised steak in onion gravy, the taste is fine, the main advantage is they are boil-in-the-bag, less chance of burning when… if, I fall asleep, no sauce to make either, so less washing up to do. Little things like this, mean a lot when you’re disabled and a bald, deaf, hard-of-seeing, overly-flobby-stomached, short, memory-tested, bespectacled, saccades-suffering septuagenarian! I lost the plot there again!
No substitutes! Some expertly squashed sliced wholemeal cobs, that I managed to return to something like their original shape. Some short-date satays, beef slices and pork & pickle pies. Got the canned goods, baked beans and tubers in the farraginous cupboard with the other stuff. To eat the short date products with time, might include me becoming even more overweight. Haha!
If only Christina comes early, I can get out to buy a replacement saucepan and something else, but I can’t remember what it was at the moment. I took some black bags to the waste chute. Then started to work on the graphic making on CorelDraw.
Tap-tap, bang from the electricians. The ‘Hum’ getting even louder. And it looks like Christina will not arrive in time for me get any shopping for saucepans and whatever the other thing is that I need. Most agravannoying!
Phlebotomy nurse vampire, the super-beautiful and highly desirable Christina arrived, a little earlier than expected. So, I might be able to catch the 10:30hrs bus to go and get some saucepans to replace those I’ve burned! Haha! She took the blood in her usual professional way, no bleeding from the vein, as usual (Oh she is good, and pulchritudinously, alluring, angelic, appealing, beauteous, charming, bewitching, and gorgeously pretty with it). She warned me of the oh, so cold weather outside. If only I was fifty-odd years younger, fitter, had hair, no ailments… Dream on Inchcock! Hahaha! Christina departed, sadly in her usual rush, bless her.
Recycle bags were made up, two large ones, and I got dressed and things ready to go for the bus. I remembered to take the bag of spuds I’d ordered by mistake from Iceland, to give to someone who could use them, it had enough potatoes in it for a meal for ten people!
You should have seen me struggling with the three-wheeled guide trolley and the two massive bags of waste for recycling! Getting out of the lift, I caught one bag against the door frame, dropped it, hit my head on the wall bending to retrieve it, gathered everything and then I saw a bloke waiting to get in the lift – if an expression ever spoke, his did! “What is this old fart messing about at!” He never spoke, he didn’t need to. I got the bags to the caretaker’s room, then on to the Wardens Detention and body-search Office, dropped the potato bag off, and walked to the Winwood Court Social Room and had a go at the crossword book. But the concentration was not good, I think my trying to make u[p my mind where to go for to buy the saucepans was bothering my dithering mind, so I hobbled through to the Winchester Court lobby.
Where I spotted something, I did not expect on the table there. A copy of the Financial Times Money paper!
I went out to the bus stop and took some more photographicalisations of Winwood Heights. I kept walking about to keep warm, gosh, it was nippy out there, and very windy with it!
AS more residents joined me at the shelter, the main topic of discord this morning, was the vehicles blocking the turning circle for the buses and emergency vehicles. I said nowt, but felt the workers had no other choice, as no parking spaces were available for them to use? Difficult situation.
Caught the bus with about twelve other tenants, who all got off in Sherwood. I decided in route, to go to Sainsbury’s in Daybrook to look for saucepans and get some nosh in. As I got off of the bus, Dizzy Dennis came on, but not badly, but it slowed me up and did my concentration no good. A few hazy bits in my memory of the visit. I do remember getting a cling-film wrapped set of three saucepans, all ready-made up (handles and lids not loose). Which was glad-making for me. It was the last on the shelves, too! I recall struggling to get around carrying it and coping with the walker-guide and getting things off of the shelves to buy.
I spent £18.60 in total, paid at the self-serve tills. Then, as I was going for the bus home, it dawned on me, I had not got the saucepans! I stopped near the exit doors and checked the receipt… no, I hadn’t paid for them anyway! What I had done with them remains a mystery. Did I leave them somewhere in the shop, or at the checkout? Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel!
I caught the bus back to the flats. No doubt about it, Arthur Itis is going to start giving me trouble again. The occasional short sharp stabbing pains behind the knees, not often, were the clues and signs.
Back at Winwood Heights, I made my way to Winwood Court and through the link passage. I thought I was doing well, Chrissie and Betty overtook me, then, further along, two other ladies overtook me. Leaving me in their wake, so’s to speak. Hehehe! All four of them, pleasant ladies.
Over the next few hours, I took these pictures on the right of the page, of the sky from the unwanted, unneeded, unpopular, light and view-blocking, unable to get at to clean, photographers nightmare kitchen window.
Arthur Itis reminded me of what’s to come a few times.
I took the medications straight away so as not to forget. The thermometer is still not working properly. It just shows High or Low, no actual temperature levels at all? Puzzling that, it used to show details every time, but no longer! I suppose that I have pressed or set it up wrong during one of my dreaded and feared, confusing ‘Out-of-it’ spells? This thought got me pondering: If I snuff it during a ‘Blank’ spell, will I die not knowing I’d kicked-the-bucket? Would that be better than knowing at the time? Does it matter? Hehehe!
The things that sometimes permeate through and hassle my brain; I don’t mean the usual brain-storms, but these odd moments of pointless reflections, can be entertaining, but not until after they’ve been tackled or considered.
I got the kettle on, and stuff purchased put away. A cheap and a pricey washing-up liquid, distilled vinegar, baked beans, onion chutney, chilli-con-carne, Fancy flavoured Tuna for Josie’s meal next Sunday, orang biscuits, Viennese blondes, smoked almonds, Five-beans in tomato sauce, Mackerel for Josie, a bar of Galaxy chocolate, Lemon curd tarts, Milk Roll loaf, vine tomatoes, and a pack of two Italian brown Primora tomatoes. These tomatoes were not very large, but still £2 for two! I just hope they are as tasty as the ones I got last week from Ocado. Sainsbury is part of Ocado anyway, along with Waitrose.
I found this little snippet of information on Wednesday morning:
BBC News Feb 2020. Marks & Spencer and Ocado have confirmed a deal which will give the High Street retailer a home delivery service for the first time. M&S will buy a 50% share of Ocado’s retail business for £750m. The joint venture will be called Ocado and will deliver M&S grocery products from September 2020 at the latest, when Ocado’s deal with Waitrose expires. Under the deal, Ocado will also continue to supply its own-label products and big-name branded goods.
Which pleases me a lot. I cannot get to M&S in Nottingham easily. There are escalators to get down to the basement food store, which prior to the stroke, were of no problem for me. But now I have to use the elevator, which means so much more hobbling with the walker-guide to get there, and again to get out again with a full trolley.