Tuesday 10th December 2019
Afrikaans: Dinsdag 10 Desember 2019
22:30hrs: Woke up, climbed out of the £300, second-hand recliner, hobbled-gingerly for a wee-wee, feeling dizzy. Found that I’d left the hot water tap running, and stubbed my toe against the shower chair. A good start! The balance was fair enough as I got up, but the saccade made my getting to the wet room a little precarious. I was walking into and banging against walls, doorframes etc. a little too often for my liking. Of course, it may not be the eyes, I imagine there is a change that it will be a combination of the saccade and the peripheral neuropathy’s autonomic nerves, not getting the distances right, or failing to tell the brain? But I’m only guessing. Very unsettling when this happens, which is every day, but for differing lengths of time, from a few seconds to hours. This morning’s appearance was a gleefully short one. Phew!
While in the wet room, I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rubbing with the Phorpain Gel, even though he was not giving much hassle, I thought this was an empirically wise decision. (Arthur can be so changeable, Haha!) I believe my doing this energetic applying, seem to have brought a bit of colour back into the legs, too. The varicose, tibial and spider veins. The clopidogrel maculations were all hiding away under the skin? Indeed, the legs looked almost normal! The ailments other than these were all being calm at this moment. (But, give them time!) In fact, the legs even looked practically the same size; a rarity for my pins! Which was most acceptable, to me!
When I got to the kitchen, I became aware of the windy, howling, droning noise from all around the building. This is something that affects a lot of people in the country. But the question of what is causing it gets many different answers.
I had a go at a ‘Night-Panorama’ photographicalisationing, despite the bitterly cold biting wind hitting me right in the mush, and rainwater dripping on my head, as I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking new window, and trapped my finger. A hero, I know! Hehehehe! I came out a bit better than yesterday’s, so I put it on parlayed. So you can see all the pretty lights that we Nottinghamian’s up at the mysterious humming, droning noise surroundings, of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, can view. With windows that cannot be reached to wash, only one lift working, a fire alarm I cannot hear, and a leaking hot water tap! The dwellings inmates believe it emanated from somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole. We believe it slipped into our universe, through a tear in the fabric of space & the black-hole of the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, depression, & hallucination, replete! Just thought I’d mention it, like.
It’s cold in the flat, yet the new super-storage heaters that nobody knows how to set correctly, are all on? Ah, yes, it’ll be the windows letting in the wind through the designer holes and gaps. Humph! I got on the computer and started to do the Tuesday post updating.
And guess what? Thank You, Mr Fries!
I just had to abandon the computerisationing, and went and got the handwashing done. I was feeling dejected. About the internet’s, farce and unreliability. With the assistance of the ineptitude of that obnoxious, overpaid, swine of a Steven Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty-Global Virgin media the international television and broadband company, that in my experience, only BT are worse than.
A reet cockup of an Accifauxpa when I was emptying the bowl. The bloody Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing kicked off – it couldn’t have done it at a worse time either! I had to use the right hand because of the weight of the bowl, the neurotransmitter failed to inform the brain, the dancing started, and somehow or other, I managed to drop the bowl of soapy water over me, the floor and the waste bins! I had the four-pronged stick to hand and clung onto the sink unit. Eventually, as the idiopathic dancing died down, I stepped away from the sink, stick in hand, skidded on the water, 
ended up (Luckily as it turns out) going over and landing on the black bags! Which broke my fall, and kept me out of the water a bit. Gorrit all done and sorted, and felt pretty good at coping with it. I leant out of the window (I’ll be bungee jumping again at this rate!) and took this photo of Chestnut Walk and area, below. Then changed into dry clothing. Humph!
There’s still no internet!
I decided to get the peas seasoned with salt and demerara sugar and into the saucepan.
A bit of a gaff when I was opening the can of peas, regrettably. These Morrison’s garden peas, I’d forgot about them not having ring-pull openers. So I had to use the 
dangerous and tin and flesh-tearing qualities, tin-opener!
The potatoes seasoned with just light Soy sauce. The Chestnut mushrooms were cut in the tomato slicer, and in the pan with balsamic and distilled vinegar and a drop of Balsamic vinegar. But they never taste strong. They might make me a liar yet though, I’m leaving them to marinate in their individual flavourings, for hours!
I tried the internet again and Yee-Hee! It was back on, but, slow!
But at least I could crack on with the updating again! A hard slog, but at least the fingertips autonomic nerves were only occasionally playing up. Else it might have taken until about mid-October 2025 to get it done. Haha!
I was feeling a little parsimonious with my thoughts of any goodwill to all men, and a smidge downhearted. As phlyarologists go, I must be due an award of some sort soon, surely?
But I got the post sent off, went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebook page.
I had a check to see if the Amazon keyboard is likely to arrive soon. But it was still far away according to the tracker. So I decided to pay the ILC’s Interview and Interrogation cell room a visit. I had some jars with lids for Sturmscharfhreress, Warden Julie. And some cream cakes for them. I got the cakes from the fridge. And picked up the books and DVDs for the charity table.
Then made my way down in the lift. Both elevators now working again, by the way. A lady got off to post a card for someone. I held the door for a few seconds until she returned to the cage. We had little chinwag (Nice!), and down and along the link passage. I could see the rain and wind outside, Brrr! No answer to my tap on the cell door, lights were off. So I dropped the freebies at the table in the big Social Room. Had a chat with one of the new residents, and handed jar with a lid to the new gal for Julie as I passed by the Kamp Commandants Office. Haha!
Back along the Winwood Court part of the link-passage, and out of the warmth, through the end swipe door, into the chilly, nae, twas a cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.
I checked the food, and with imminent expectations of the Keyboard arriving anytime soon, I turned down the heat on the saucepans. I didn’t want to start eating and have to accept the box while doing so.
I had another check on the Amazon Tracker. Not that I want it in a hurry or anything, just nice to know so that I can plan the meal.
I had a look at the local news on the web.
- Thieves broke into a Nottingham home and stole two high-value vehicles from the drive. The victim’s Range Rover and Aston Martin were stolen, along with watches and jewellery from the property, near the Queens Medical Centre. In Nottingham? How surprising!
- An odd-job man was caught with a blade, cannabis and stolen identity papers – including one of a young woman. The offences led to a nine-week prison term, suspended for a year, for Sylvester Kaminski. A nine-week prison term, suspended for a year? That’ll scare him into going legit – I bet!
I had to stop reading the local newspaper site, as I could smell a strong aroma of mint, and had to investigate the cooking on the stove!
I had to turn off all the pans on the stove, or the food would have been burnt by the time I get around to preparing and eating it. It still might be. I’m unsure about if they will stand reheating when it come to my roasting the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks? The use-by-date on the packet is for today.
After doing another check on Amazon Tracker. Oh, some good news (I think), the driver is only nine-drops away!
I got the lamb in the oven on a low light (heat), then I popped back on the TFZer Facebooking.
The delivery arrived, with the chap looking a little frazzled around the edges, so I gave him a mini bottle of wine, offered the seasons greetings, and told him not to drink it while he was driving and farewell! It cheered hime up anyway, that was te plan.
I got down to the serious task of preparing and serving the nosh. It proved to be worth all the extra washing up. And, I got the seasoning right for once. A Flavour Rating of 9.2 for this one! The the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks tasted just great, spot-on! Mushrooms and garden peas, beetroot and the potatoes all good. Even the Spanish slicing tomatoes were juicy. (Bit of a surprise there!)
Washed-up, and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to watch some TV.
Zzzz!
Then I opened the unwanted and unliked, light & view-blocking window to take a shot of the rather prettily-lit view. And the wind nearly blew me backwards! The window blew in and clouted me on the shoulder. I would have dropped the camera, but for having the camera wrist strap on! Boy, it was vicious! 
g. Got carried away and the time is flying by after the bad start. Thank you, Mr Fries! 
I joined the huddle of Winwoodonians at the shelter, as the buses were due to arrive. Luckily they were both a couple of minutes late. The Arnold-bound bus arrived, and 90% of the gang got on this one. The City-bound one came afterwards, and we piled on it. I only rode up 
the hill for about three bus stops and got off near Woodborough Road. I got off and walked along to the Aldi store. The sun was intense but had no heat with it this afternoon. 
As I was going into the shop, I had a dizzy spell again. Getting a bit regular these are, Mmm!
There may be a clue as to the problems like this. I was going downhill, looking down when this took place? The same last month, with the falls, although in the flat. I was looking down both times when I toppled forwards and onto the deck?
Another mystery photograph I found on the SD card. Taken I think, on Mapperley Rise? 
A lot of bumph had been posted while I was out. As I bent to pick them up (the picker stick has broken, a new one needed desperately – but who keeps forgetting – Inchcock does, the fool!), it occurred to me, I was stooping and reaching out, and no signs of any Dizzy Dennis bother? This pu
zzled me, as I bet it will the medics, too!
garden peas adding demerara sugar). 
Added the evening doses of medications, and a swig of the ineffective, wishy-washy, impuissant medicines. 
I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!
Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.
I made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy
I explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her. 
Then I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner! 
I got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar. 
I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up. 
So, I had a wee-wee, and it was another of the rare, but long, long, ongoing, ‘When will it ever stop’, LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) variety. The pain with it was not precisely excruciating, but it was there for the entire time the wee-weeing took place, and that was a good few minutes it lingered on afterwards! Definitely got an infection in the bladder again! Humph! 
I got in the kitchen what seemed like hours after I’d woken up, but it was only half an hour or so. I took the medications and made a brew, the first of oh so many today! The thirst was with me again and as strong as ever. I leaned out of the appallingly badly designed new kitchen window, to take a shot of the morning view.
and nearly went over. But my being such a fit, athletic, in tip-top condition, agile, nimble sort of energetic young man, I used my tremendous courage and physical abilities to avoid falling over. This may be pandiculating the truth a tad? Hehehe! This wee-wee was another unsettling LSDOP type.
socks off! Smugness Creeping in Here! Haha! 
Well, here it is (Above) Humph! 
calling next Friday 11:40 to 12:40hrs. 
I checked on the Tracker for the Amazon deliveries. Best as I could tell, the torches and tea bags might arrive for 19hrs, and the Dressing Gown via Post Office delivery could be about October next year. Haha! 
ound 14:00hrs, the doorbell chimed, and a highly-stressed looking Post Office worker, delivered the parcel containing the cheapo-clearance sale priced dressing gown. Which was a bit of a disappointment in many ways. The deep brown colour on the one shown on Amazon (Left), turned out to be a terribly uneven beige sort of tone, Mind you, I am partially colour blind. I opened the package, and bits of cotton fell out of it. Took the towelling cotton gown out, and even more bits of fluff and white cotton ended up on the carpet. I hung up the purchase to photograph it, and left a trail of bits from junk room to the kitchen, in the hallway. Closer inspection, and reading of the paperwork, this was a one-size option? Although I clicked on Large/Extra Large on the order page, the thing was a little small for my endomorphic, adipose, and overweight, many stomach-folds and chins adorned body to fit into. Hey-Ho! Always the Shlimazel! 
Around 15:25hrs, the intercom lit-up and rang out. Fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, it was the Amazon delivery. I opened the foyer door and waiting for the chap to arrive at the flat. He handed the parcel over, I thanked the young man, off he shot, and I took the stuff into the kitchen, to open and inspect the contents. 
I tried out one of the wind-up torches, and it worked fine. I left one on the Ottoman near the recliner, for my use, and put the other three away as pressies for Christmas. I resisted making a brew of the Punjana black tea, I would enjoy that treat in the morning, I was too tired to appreciate it at the moment. I still had a part-filled mug of Glengettie anyway. 
The mixture did not look overly attractive when I served it up and mixed in the Korean BBQ sauce and tomatoes in the dish.
I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and entirely concentrating on getting to the wet room, didn’t realise that the food tray was still on my knees, it fell off, I wobbled, lost control (still half-asleep?) of the stick, and fell in a heap over the Ottoman. Knocking over the airer and handwashing on my way to the floor! Hit my chin and caught the right arm on the bruise, then all was silent. I lay there, I must have looked like a collapsed rhinoceros amidst the clothes, the now bent airer, and the walking stick having come to rest close to the Little Inchy location! I freed myself of the entangled airer and clothing and moved away on my knees, which started Arthur Itis off, I moved to some stable furniture and used it to get myself back on my feet, (Not an easy task!), retrieved the stick, and off to the wet room! 
However, despite the recent altercationalistic happenings, sleep actually came, no getting up for any wee-wees, no dream and no ailment pains woke me up? They perhaps felt sorry for me? Hahaha!
02:10hrs: Trying to sleep was abandoned. After a night of sleeplessness, unit a ten minute-spell, when I did nod-off and had a nightmare of nightmares! A phantasma that consisting of just about everything I have done wrong in my life drifting through it! Misinterpretations, boo-boos, failures, errors, bad choices, goofs, faux pas, over and underestimations, inadvertencies, snafus, aberrations, and misdiagnoses. The dream even made me feel guilty about the typographical errors brought on by the peripheral neuralgia and failing memory! I had a hatred of myself and my actions, toying with my conscience! I was well-pleased when I woke up and thought it best not to risk my falling back to sleep and returning to that worryingly lurid and grotesque nightmare. It’s almost unheard of, a night-dream getting to me, but this one did! Oy Gevalt! 
I took the medications, and made a super-tasty brew of Gelengettie tea! 
itching in the leg started again. Out of interest, I looked up ‘Causes of itching under the skin legs’. Ahem! This is what I found on the web: Dracunculous: Guinea Worm Disease: The female can grow to 31 inches! Sorry I looked now! Haha!
and biscuits again, I suppose? I’ll have some of the Manner Lemon wafers, and then try out the new ankle support straps. (Failure yet!)
I walked along Upper Parliament Street to the big traffic island with Derby Road. The sun was out, but nit very warm with it, and the people of Nottingham seemed to be in a generally good mood. No policemen were seen at all, and the pins and Arthur Itis were doing very well for me! 
I was phlegmatic about the situation, though, it was almost as if apanthropinisation had taken me over. I just took this photo and calmly turned around, back down the Derby Road hill. Which is where the problems came into play: The three-wheeler-walker does not like going downhill! I got to the Albert Hall junction and had to go up a steep kerb, that I managed, but as I set off again, the trolley went over after hitting a broken paving slab sticking up! I manoeuvered myself somehow, so as to avoid going over with it, though. Innit amazing the things you keep in your three-wheeler-walker bag? I noticed this as I struggled a bit, to retrieve the comprehensive selection of hand-out nibbles, pen, crossword book, an apple, receipts etc. and bits and pieces that had accrued, and spilt out onto the pavement! Hehehe! 
After the close-call with the food-delivery cyclist ‘Herbert’, I was in a niggly mood and made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, taking this shot of King Street, on the way. 
00:50hrs: I woke, not being able to miss the signs of my nocturnal nibbling having taken place! Most of them were spread over my bulging stomach, crumbs in the belly-button area, the Manner Lemon Wafer pot on the floor, empty I might add! Obloquy-Mode-Engaged! 
I made a tasty brew of tea, took the medications, and had another wee-wee, of the rarely known lately, annoying INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) mode. 
I was reaching for the camera when I noticed I’d imprudently turned on the heat under the saucepan on the stove! I pulled the pan off of the ring and turned off the heat. I got the camera and was about to open the window, to take some snaps when I noticed the burn mark on the back of my hand. I had no pain at all, until the eyes saw the wound for itself, that it started hurting! The Peripheral Neuralgia had not got the message about the burn to the brain! Another side-effect of my many ailments, sorry, issues! Haha!
The mushroom in the crock-pot is nearly done, I’ve got everything ready for the final cooking session. But I must get the template for tomorrow’s dairy done now. Then I can get the nosh done, and settle to get some rest, if not sleep. 
I’ll make a start on Sunday’s template now… see yers in a bit, providing I stay awake, Making so many errors and mistakes. Grumph! 
The rice, mushrooms, tomatoes, and franks with the seasoning, went down a treat! Flavour-Rating 8.2/10. 
Off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a wee-wee. But where was it? Nowhere to be seen? Had I been nocturnally wandering again? I searched without any luck, for so long, that I needed the Porcelain Throne, off to the wet room. Hoping the bucket might be in there as well, but no! I’d held back the wee-wee for so long, I had to whip down the pants and relieve myself straight away – and what a surprise I got! It turned out to be a wee-wee of the CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) style! There were few areas of the room that had not been caught in the splashback-spray! I had to clean myself and the surfaces with antiseptic disinfectant, wipe the walls and mop the floor! I kid you not! 
After what seemed like an eternity, I got around to depositing my bum on the throne, ready for releasal activities. Boy, there was a lot of it this time, too! A little messy. 
I went to make another brew of tea, using the multi-prong-footed walking stick. When I say using the multi-prong-footed walking stick, I don’t mean to make the char with, I mean walking to the kitchen with. Hahaha! 
I went to make another brew to replace the one that had gone cold. And there were a lot of Crows, breakfast hunting and baby-birds training, out there suddenly. By the time I’d power-hobbled to fetch the camera and got back with it, the birds were few and far between. This sad effort on the right is the best I could manage. Substandard, unsatisfactory, shoddy, schlocky and egregious, second-grade photographicalisationing, I know. And this is one of my better bird in flight efforts! Tsk! 
Sudden crave for food? (And sleep, rest, peace, and mental quietude) I did not feel well at all, but this didn’t seem to curb my desire for food, and so early in the day, too!
changed the camera setting for the picture size or shape. I do remember the shaking jumping hand when I took the snap, but have no idea how or what I did to change things. 
Got the nosh served up. Good as it tasted, I found I was battling to stay awake while eating it. Flavour-rating: 8/10. I think that I must have got the seasoning different to last time. Humph! 
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I checked in the morning, but could not see any Bank Holidays, until December? 
Followed by the call to the Porcelain Throne! Resulting in my confirmation of Trotsky Terence’s return! So, from agonistic blockage mode, to almost liquid, overnight! Uncomfortable and lots of cleaning up needed! Tsk! 
The morning Mind-Blast started as I moved the handwashing to the airer. 
The Morrison order arrived. Pleasant delivery man. I got the bags into the kitchen, ready for sorting out. I’d ordered some bits prepared for Christmas pressies. Yes, I’m hoping to last long enough for the festive season. Next year I might not be so confident. Hehe!
I got the fridge stuff away first. 
up and about when I go out at 09:00hrs, or thereabouts. 
The Bestwood bound bus arrived and all the clan, bar Mary and me, got off in Sherwood. I handed Mary her cream cake and nibbles. We were soon in Arnold and dropped off at the Asda store on Front Street. 
Back at the flats, I got off last as is usual for me, and had a quick few words of greetings with some of the clan getting onto the bus. 
thought I’d take another on as I chased after the gal. I think it came out alright. I like her trolley! 
I got in the flat and put the nosh away.
I got the potato out of the slow cooker and mashed it all up with some Leicester cheese, butter and a little salt. 
aid in the drying process. I got settled to eat the nosh, and it was grand, most of it tasted lovely. Sugar snap peas, sliced boiled eggs, tomatoes, Cox’s apple, beetroot, and the beef offcuts. The beef was the only thing that was not very good at all. It tasted like plastic. So, only a 6.5/10 for taste. 
Then, rather worryingly, back to the Porcelain Throne! Ah, as I suspected, this session was far less solidified. But, no bleeding, and it was not too messy. Obviously, no time to do any crosswording. I w
Well, only two dropsies during the ablutionalisationing. No Accifauxpas, unless you want to count a few scratches with the razor. 
But, I lost my balance stepping over it and tumbled to the floor. As luck would have it, and I was lucky, I fell on box’s of the PPs, that broke my fall. And, had the trolley with the brakes on, to help myself back semi-perpendicular! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Mind you, I think a couple of new bruises might come up on the legs. 
I really didn’t know where I was. Hahaha! I’d been woken up so often. I put the plate etc. in the kitchen, made another brew, had a wee-wee, took a photo of the rain, and returned to the recliner.