03:20hrs: On my regaining consciousness, I feared straight away that I would not make it in time to take the urgently needed wee-wee. Determined to save having to change the PP’s in case of any escapages, and the self-embarrassment, I fumbled my way, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty recliner, and hauled by stomach on legs to the wet room, as fast as I could manage. And, without any walking into any doorframes! Smug-Mode-Considered, but not adopted, yet.
The fact that there was the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) that I passed en route that I could have used didn’t dawn on me until later. (What a clot!) The mode of wee-wee was an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) one, and soon over with. Still, there were no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbles) leakages. I then engaged a mini-smug-mode! Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette.
I got the Health Checks done first. A bit of a shock from the sphygmomanometer SYS reading results; back up to 163. now. Tsk! DIA 83 and Pulse at 82, both seemed highly acceptable figures to me.
The stick-thermometer showed up a temperature of 34 point something or other, celsius. Not one of my betterer photographicalisations! Things seem to be at the whim of nasty young Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters again, at present.
I bravely opened the window, to try to take three similar shots of the view, in different modes; I want to find out which is the best one for night shooting. But every time I try this, they come out different to the morning before’s efforts? I think I have reached my peak in photography, the ailments and stroke have to be acknowledged as the main perpetrators of this calamitous failure! Hey-ho!
Five hours later, when creating this blog: Oh, dearie me, I’ve just Published this by mistake! Nicodemus’s fault again! I get annoyed sometimes!
So, I copied it with a different title, then deleted(binned) it. And wallah! I can carry on again. Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel! A positive Putz! Shlimazel, Shlump and Shmegegge!
I took a photographicalisation from te unwanted, letting rain-in, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean for old folk, designed by an uncommunicative sadistic Gerontophobic, in hopes that injuries will ensue to the elderly residents, window, of straight down on Chestnut Walk.
I made a brew of Glengettie. Took the medications, and returned to the front room and got the computer going, to start updating yesterday’s diary of woe.
But, no! The flaming Microsoft Pictures ap, would not find or read photographs at all! Argh!
After another wasted hour or so, it started working. I’d like to think this was due to my brilliant, cunning, changing options and searching for help on the web – but it wasn’t. I had no idea what the heck I was doing. Gragnangles!
I got the photos loaded and doctored to suit me, and despite Nasty-Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters, I got the updating finished. I’ve felt better and fitter after a gruelling game of squash than I do at the moment! I hate computers, no doubt because I can’t fully understand them? Like with the new camera, I’m at a loss!
—: As I was about to make a fresh brew, the innards stung at me, and a movement from the bowels started off on its own, or rather the innards rangatiratanga, against the door frame! Shame! Got seated and the action began, slow. Painful and massive! As I took a look so I could fill in all the questions on the Bowel Movement log, I was gobsmacked to see thick white streaks in it! I’ll not go into any more detail. Just to say, it frits me!
A thorough clean around, hand-scrubbing and back to the computer! Taking extreme care in getting through the doorway!
I got the Email-link sent off. Then on Facebooking catch-up. The WordPress Reader section, and Pinterested some of the photographs. The updating took me longer than it ever has before! A bit like going to the toilet, really. Hahaha!
07:50hrs: And Herbert was up and about, judging by the clunking and tap-tapping coming from above. If he wasn’t so taciturn and snobbish, I’d love to ask him what it is he’s making, this time.
As I started to update this template, a repeat performance from the rear-end arrived. I really fell off of the swivel chair in my haste to the wet room. And what a difference this time. Even more painful, but so much quicker, Shplurt and done! Messy this time. It came in broken sections and had sunk out of view, and that’s a first for many months! So I couldn’t see if there were any of the white streaks in it. It was undoubtedly wetter and messier than the previous one – but why did it hurt so much? However, it was a rare second visit, so hard to guess.
Back to computing and wee-weeing. Haha! Not at the same time!
I’d not been going long when the landline burst forth. Aha, it was Jenny, bless her cotton socks. She’s arranged for the window cleaner to come and do me tomorrow. What an Angel! We had an enjoyable good long chinwag, a laugh, a moan, and she really cheered me up! Thanks, Jenny! ♥ You’ll never know how much you brightened my day!
As I put down the phone, I knocked the pen and pad off of the desk. Thinking it was a good idea, I continued to replace the handset, and I saw the long picker-up on the flat airing bars, “I’ll use that” I said… As Robbie Burns wrote, “The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley”!
– I knocked the waste bin over fetching the grabber, and had a right mess to sort out! Tsk! I think I might have said something like; ‘Well, fancy that!’
I was well-late in getting the ablutions done. So, off to the wet room! And I thought yesterdays session went well. But I was even luckier today. Teeth cleaning, hardly any pain from Toothache Terence. Shaving, one, yes, just one nick! (I even went into a super Smug-mode, typing this, Haha!) The showering had not gone as well for months, no bangs falls or knocks, and zero dizzies. Just a few dropsies, soap, flannel. (Smug-Mode Upgraded to Defcon Three!) The legs were as near to normal as they have been for years now!
The drying off was easy and accident-free! Ah, the medicationalisationing, well that was the only real bother. The furuncle started to bleed and puss-out a tad, that was a painful experience. Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. But the worst was putting the PP’s on, I had a loss of balance when I went down, I caught the furuncle on the corner of the floor cabinet. I apologise to anyone who might have heard my ‘Argh’ followed by a naughty word! But it didn’t half sting!
Gone midday already now. With so many Whoopsies and Accifauxpas, and a lot of time sorting them out, I was going down in spirits, but I thought of Jenny, and her brave outlook on things, and it stopped the rot.
Back on the computerisationing. Must find time to do at least two more graphics for the page headers, and make another template for tomorrow. I’ll make a start on it now. Back in a bit, I hope, anyway. Haha! Got on CorelDraw and began creating.
Only one done. I made it too complicated a graphic, and got involved in creating something for far too long. Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures, and turned off to get the nosh done.
The canned pork knuckle, various tomatoes, fries, garden peas and beetroot salad made up the meal.
Flavour-Rating was given of 8.8/10, that knuckle is tasty enough for Her Majesty, although it will most likely be Pheasant and Port she’ll be having for her supper. Hehe!
Herbert is still at it with his modelling. Klunk, tap, tap… I’d love to know what he’s making.
Had the first serving of the Iceland-bought ice-cream after. Not the best tasting I’ve had, but it made a nice change.
Washed medications and got down in the £300, second-hand recliner, to watch some more of the Dr Who DVD. But again, I kept nodding off and waking minutes later. So turned off the TV, and got ready for the Thought-Storms… but they didn’t come. Ye-Haa! But sweet Morpheus did.
Unfortunately, at precisely 23:55hrs, I was rudely awakened by several (Obviously loud, or I would not have heard them without my hearing aids in) tapping or knocking sounds. It reminded me of some TV programme where the Grandmother would tap her stick on the bedroom floor to get the families attentions. (Wish I could remember the name of the programme now) The knocks seemed to be coming from right above me (Herbert). About six of them, all paced-slowly, as if timed, or made by a machine? I was concerned, is Herbert knocking for help? Then I pondered over whether it was fireworks, and had to get up to check outside, but nothing seemed out of order. By then, any chance of getting back to sleep had dissipated, so I stayed up. Grobleknackerbangles!
03:30hrs: Woke, wriggled out of the rickety recliner, with some haste. Caught my balance, got Metal Mickey, off to the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne was utilised; with a difference today. The heavy-duty evacuation came out a light-green, the pain was excruciating, and the deep-red blood flowed so much, this doesn’t bode well at all. However, the most significant change in style was the tinkling (wee-weeing), started off before the big stuff, and lasted none-stop for a full couple of minutes after? And yet, there was no PMAD Post-Micturition After Dribble whatsoever? Trouble brewing here, methinks!
Washed and medicated things, and off to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on.
I took a picture of the morning view, capturing the distant moon, still clinging on high in the sky.
I used the stick thermometer to take my temperature. The photo I took of the result did not come out very good, as you can see where I added the figures, a 34.4°c reading. Which was fair enough for me, it’s a smidge higher than of late, but needed, methinks.
The sphygmomanometerisationing offered another high SYS reading for me. The Dia and Pulse seemed okay, though.
Then it was back to the wet room, for another wee-wee. A long one again, not powerful mind, more a persistent weak trickle, and once more, no PMAD to follow. I decided I would be commonsensible to prepare the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) and bring out for use during the day, the leaking seemed as if it is going to continue, I thought. I disinfected the bucket, and left it close to the computer chair, just in case. (And, a good job too for it was more than much-used over the day. Tsk!) I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie tea.
To Computer Cameron, and proceeded to get myself in a right pickle with things! My concentration was all over the place. SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was on and off bashing away at me suddenly for short periods. And, as for NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), well, they were also on and off so often, it was damned hard work getting anything done.
I seemed to be spending more time correcting mistakes than typing! I was jumping from graphicalising, checking things on the web, forgetting where I was or what I was doing after each of the many wee-wees, and updating the Saturday post, became a grind, more than the usual pleasure!
Then, bloody Grammarly kept changing the word-checker to USA English and needed to be changed back every time. Which meant exiting the blog, into the Settings and changing from the UK English, which it is set on, to Australian English, then back to UK English, and reset, every occasion when it went wonky on me!
My frustrations flowed, fermented, and flourished. Franglefurds!
However, through my resilience, determination, grittiness, and resolution, I got the updating finished! Well, alright, I stumbled on, in stupidity, blind-faith, making numerous mistakes and errors, correcting and cursing silently away, in between the wee-weeing, and somehow, miraculously got the job completed. I felt mentally drained, and my will-power and confidence were destroyed. Globknacklebangles!
Posted off to WordPress, went on the WP Reader section, Replied and commented of messages and comment, did some Facebooking (Another long job today), Pinterested some snaps, and went to make a brew. (I think you can take it that wee-wee’s were being taken throughout the morning)
I got some potatoes in the slow-cooker, on a low setting.
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And, very tasty it was too! Using the Sainsbury’s Full Cream Jersey cows milk!
I got out the last of the fresh garden peas and started podding away. I added a drop of the fish vinegar to the pans water.
I can report that Herbert above is in good form and not poorly. The Knock-knocking, scrape-scrape, and tap-tapping, was proof of this.
The nubilous sky looked so wonderful. I did a bit of nephelococcygia-ing. But my mind in the state it is in, I lost the figures and shapes I’d identified, but found others. You can see the moon still lingering in the second picture, that surprised me!
I made a start on this blog at long last (In between wee-wees!). After several hours of slow, mistake-ridden work, I returned to the kitchen to make another brew, this time Glengettie Gold. The cloud formations had changed now. But they looked just as pretty as ever, to me.
I saw the Kodak camera and thought I’d try again to find out how, or if there was a way for me to get it on charging. I used the shorter USB connection, from the camera to the computer-port, and connected it. But I didn’t know if it was working, because the camera has no lights showing on it?
After a while, I pulled out the lead and took my first picture with the new camera. If I am to use this Kodak, first I have to find out if it is charging or not (Not sure how to do this?) Then, discover how to change the picture size to like on the Nikon and Canon, to a broader type shape. But the instructions are just too small to read, even with the glasses and using the magnifying glass! Not that might matter, cause the camera might melt in a bit, then I’ll know this is not how to use the USB connection.
I wanted, like the other two cameras, to use a direct line to the socket for charging. I expected it to be useless. They had sent an American two-pin, fit-it-together-first plug in the box. But it does not fit our English sockets. I just don’t know if it is safe or working at all?
On the screen, the power (I think) bar just show up as plain grey? I toyed with it and got nowhere, then the head and eye dizzy came on. So, I’ll just leave it, hopefully charging for a while, and keep an eye on it for sparks, flashes, or fire bursting out. I keep touching it with the left hand for any signs of increased heat, none yet, so it might not be doing anything other than damaging the computer. I’m not in a good nor contented mood at the moment! Humph! I’m worried, frustrated, and confused, yes!
The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing.
I took a picture of the view of the scene, though the balcony, with the Canon camera. The Nikon is in charge. It’s got a flashing green light now. I’m going to look on the web to see if I can find what that means, back in a bit.
Aha, the light turns off when it is fully charged. Good!
Now I’ll try to find out about the Kodak Pixpro AZ 675. Back in a bit…
Well, I’ve found the light that should be lit when charging, but it’s not. So I took out the lead from the Nikon charger, and put that in the Kodak, and the light lit up?
I’ll leave it in and hope for the best, and keep checking the camera for heat, I hope it works safely.
No time left for farting around, I have to try and work out how to change things on the Kodak for the picture sizes and shapes at a later date. I have to get some graphics done for the IT page tops, I’ve none left ready to use now. Took the cameras off of charging. With my EQ telling me there’s no need to rush?
So, on to CorelDrawing. Too tired to continue – got nosh sorted, A decent nosh, rated at 7/10.
Took the evening medications and creamed certain areas in need if the same. Furuncles, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the newly arrived whatever it is, under the armpit, a deep maroon lump, not a bruise, though?
Sleep? Ha! I couldn’t believe that my being so drained and tired, Sweet Morpheus denied me for hours! Hey-Ho!
00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten!
But what was the expergefactor of my body and mind being so suddenly disturbed? I lay a second or two, waiting for the pain to reduce from the rear end, and listened intently for any noise, there was none. Well, the ‘Hum’ of course was present! I gingerly removed my abdominous, protuberant, jelly-like-bellied, beyond-its-sell-by-date, welmish body-mass from the rebarbative £300, c1968, second-hand, stomach-churningly beige-coloured rickety recliner. Metal Mickey in hand, I had a hobble around, hoping to find the cause of my sudden midnight return into semi-consciousness. No reasons, signs, or indications were found.
I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 84.3°c. I use the Canon camera to take this shot of the morning view, not a very good one, I’m afraid.
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer, to create a template. Then made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. It took me a long time, as so many photos from my enforced hobble last night had to be sorted and included. Hours later, I got it finished and posted off to WordPress. I’d only needed three wee-wees all the time I’d be updating. All of the SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) mode.
I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Pinterested some snaps used in the diary, and sent the link off, did a bit of Facebooking, read and responded to some comments, and visited the WordPress Reader section. While doing so, I felt the innards slowly brewing, and a slight ache eventually matured into stabbing pains.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Hoping I can pass things this time. Fingers crossed!
Thunderisations! That session was one of the hardest ever! Tons of bleeding, and it cost me half-an-hour!
I decided to get the ablutions tended to, as I’d been so long with the evacuation.
I was extremely careful with the teeth cleaning. Two dropsies.
The shaving had two little nicks and four dropsies.
The washing then produced six dropsies. The drying off, just the one dropsy.
I got a black bag made up, and taken to the waste chute as soon as 08:00hrs arrived. Made a brew and got the paperwork for taking with me to see ILC, Riechsführeress, and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, to ask her to phone the dentist and opticians for me. Oh, and the Chemist too.
Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. Out to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor.
I was hobbling well this morning now, I met Mary on her way out, we nattered en route along Chestnut Walk, which was jolly nice, and I wished her well as she poddled to the bus stop. Then I nipped into Winwood Court lobby and called at the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens interrogation cell, and Ballerina, Obersturmbannführeress Deana, was inside. She made some phone-calls for me;
The opticians: Who asked some questions, and got me an appointment for Friday 4th September, at 09:40hrs.
Then she rang the Dentist, the best they could offer was Thursday 5th November, at 08:30hrs.
The chemist was contacted by Deana, who told her that the prescriptions would be delivered on Saturday 29th August, after 1700hrs.
I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.
Had a mini-confab with Robert outside the flats. Then I watched a trail of dog walkers passing by to the park.
Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat.
This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.
I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool!
Made a brew of Glengettie tea, letting it go cold (Toothache!), and got the appointment dates down on the Google Diary while I thought about it.
Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem!
Then I had a bash at creating some more Inchcock Today page top graphics on CorelDraw. Got the sad inspiration for the Inchies thoughts Ode, and made it up, sent it off to WordPress.
I got the meal prepped and served on the plate and tray, and all the time I was doing this, I’d left the hot water tap running. So, no hot water left! Tsk!
I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic!
02:45hrs: My slumber was rudely disturbed, and I lay there for a few moments in a state of hypnagogia, trying to understand what had shaken me so violently into this state of semi-consciousness? Perhaps I was dreaming, although I have no memories of my doing so?
As I wriggled my over-amply-sized bellied torso to have a look around for signs of anything that may have fallen over and created a noise, Harold’s Haemorrhoids let me know they were still unhappy. Hehe!
Guilt dawned, as I spotted the many signs of naughty, nasty, nauseating, nocturnal-nibbling! (Insecure-Contrition-Mode-Assumed!) Then the need for a wee-wee arrived. I rose shonkily onto my feet, got Metal Mickey, and stepped a few yards to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Boy, it had been well used! And what a wee-wee, of the HLSBS (Hosepipe-Like-Sharp-Blasting-Splashback) variety!
I needed to have a good wash and change the PP’s, so off to the wet room, and got this done. While doing so, I needed two more wee-wees! But they were so different, OSU (Orange-Sprinkly-Unpainful) type, and without any of the Post- Micturition Dribbling at all? I certainly get a variety in my urinating activities, Haha!
I got to the kitchen and put the kettle on, and had to urgently return to the wet room for Porcelain Throne activities. Or, rather, a lack of action. I’ve gone from two days of liquified rushes (6 on one day) to the Throne, back to this morning’s robust meatballs, bleeding, starting and stopping, and such pain with it. I felt exhausted afterwards. But the cleaning and medicating had to be done. Grunglebogwash!
Back to the kitchenette, made the mug of Glengettie tea and left it to cool (toothache!).
Today’s Health Checks were done. The BP sys was somewhat high again. I’ve mentioned this to the Vampire nurse. The temperature was 33.8°f. I told Warden Deana as well. Took the tablets and medicines, I didn’t take any extra painkillers, but no doubt that Toothache Thomas will force me to later on.
I made up a template for WordPress, then I got on with updating yesterday’s blog. The occasional interference from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley made it difficult at times. I spent ages correcting things, Tsk! I eventually got it done, Pinterested some snaps from the post, emailed the links, and to the louder than ever ringing in my ears of the ‘Hum’, made a start on this page.
During the whole of the updating process, I had to have six-more wees! Each one of a tinkling, dribbling style. Some hurt, others not? It’s no surprise that I’m losing it, lately!
I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and took a photo of the morning view, which was blue! When I opened the window, things got blown off of the ledge, such was the force of the wind. Despite this, the Horrible-Hum could still be heard, louder than it’s been for a few days.
This must mean something weather-wise. Or not!
I took a blind photo down towards the Chestnut Walk car park. A free space again?
I returned to Computer Cameron, and then I went on the WordPress reader, then Facebooking.
Aha, time to get the ablutions tended to. Stripped off for the session, and thought how well the legs and feet were looking. The ulcer looked as if it had moved again, but it can’t have, surely?
Cleaning the teeth was a painful job. I must ask Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Warden and Independent Living Coordinator, Desk-Top Dancer Deana to phone the dentist and opticians for me later on.
The shaving was a little bothersome, dropsies galore, and a few minor cuts.
The showering turned out a painful event this time. I caught my right-hand knuckle against the grab bar as I went over from a Dizzy Dennis bout. It’s not the wound that bothers me, that’s nothing, just a few scratches, but not being able to correct the fall, that’s bothered me a smidge.
Getting towelled-off, I caught the little finger of my right hand against the cabinet corner. I think the cartilage damage, caused by my osteoarthritis in the fingers (I wonder if there’s a name for this?) is getting worse as time passes. Hey-ho!
However, the medicationalisationing went better than yesterday, and no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids!
I made up the waste and recycling bags, loaded them on the three-wheeled-walker, and made my way to the chute room in the lift lobby.
I deposited the four small bags, and unfortunately clouted the same cartilage damaged finger knuckles again, on the iron lift-lid as I did so! I just may possibly have said something to the tune of “Oh, dear!” at the time. Ahem!
I poddled out of the room in reverse, there was no room to turn around in there since the upgrading work’s been done. Out with the large white bag and trolley to the elevator. Got the resident’s lift almost immediately, and down to the ground floor lift lobby, where I espied a new window cleaners list. I’m down on it, as the man promised, for an 09:00hrs cleaning on for the 3rd September. Then I spotted a hand-written note left. It appears that someone had earlier, torn up the lad’s latest at the time, list, into little pieces? A lady tenant gave whoever did the deed, some written verbals, and a good telling off. Good for her!
Outside the caretakers were sorting out some bins, and pleasantries were exchanged, and they took the bag off of me.
I began to make my way along Chestnut Drive to the ILC’s interrogation room, to ask for aid with the dentist and opticians.
I saw a slice of lemon on the new bricked sidewalk. Now, where did that come from, I thought. I hope that not like the cigarette butts, from a flat window?
I hobbled along to Winwood Court and spoke with the girls. Then realised I had not taken the letters with me from the dentist and opticians. I said I would return with them in the morning. Tsk! What a Ferdrayt I am!
On the way back to Woodthorpe Court, I took first, this photo on the right. I tried to capture the wonderful old tree, Windwood Court on the right and ahead, Woodthorpe Court. The shadows gave it an eerie appearance, I thought.
A few yards further on, and took another picture, to the right of this one, of the same two courts, with the link passage, no longer used, of course, thanks to the Coronavirus cocking everything up.
Still, I caught the beautiful clouds to the East, and shadowy two ends of the courts, Winwood Extra Care Court to the right.
A bit of a faux-pas of sorts at the lifts in Woodthorpe. I was the only person there (I thought!) and the contractor’s cage came down first, the resident’s lift was on the fifteenth floor. So when it came down, I leant in and sent it to some higher floor, then I pressed the call button again, and the tenant’s lift started to come down. I turned, and there were two contractors, giving me the puzzled eyes! I asked if they had been there all the time and they said yes, with a ‘Tut’. Apparently, they had spoken to me, but I’d not heard them. I did feel a fool!
I got back up to the flat, trolley in the corner, kettle on, and got some potatoes on the slow boil, and added the mushroom I didn’t eat last night.
I hope they will be alright? They should be, he says hopefully, Hehehe!
I did some updating on this post, and the tea had gone too cold. So, to get the kettle on to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. Took the midday medications, and got the evening ones out, so I would see them later, and not forget to retake them! This reminds me, I have not been given the doses and readings for the Monday blood test yet? It’s not right, is it? Might I be taking too many or too few Warfarins and be at risk of bleeding to death or a blood clot? Still, I’m used to being ignored. Hahaha!
I took a photo down to the right from the balcony, of the end car park on Chestnut Walk.
I noticed that the kid’s playground was open again, so zoomed in and took my best effort at picturing the little blighters. It looked at first like there were a lot of the kiddywinks from a distance. But in fact, there weren’t many at all. Probably their day in court. Haha!
The clouds suddenly thickened as I took this shot to my left, showing a part-frontage of the beloved Woodthorpe Court building.
A mad hobble to the wet room, certain I was in need of a Porcelain Throne visitation. But, solid as a rock. Crossword book used, I whistled, sang to myself, and picked my nose. But nothing happened, not the vaguest sign on any movement. Bhlugh!
The rain cometh! Then, I got the evening’s nosh prepared, taking my time and concentrating, and made what I think was the tastiest meal I’ve managed in a long time. Sainsbury’s sweet small new potatoes, potato farls, tomatoes, mushrooms, Royale and plain surimi sticks, both of them were lip-smackingly flavoursome. (Gorgeous!), beetroot and carrot salad vinegarette salad. I sorted out the good from the mouldy seedless grapes, washed them and made a little pot of them, and a pot of lemon yoghourt. I started digested the nosh slowly, savouring each mouthful. A super-duper score of 8.8/10 for the Flavour-Rating!
Half-way through the dish of fodder, and the telephone rang and flashed. By the time I got to it, it had stopped!
Back to the meal, one more forkful and the intercom rang! A chap came up, I thought it was an Amazon delivery. The box looked like one, packed the same way, style. But I was not aware of any outstanding order from them? The bloke confirmed the address and dropped the box in through the door for me. I thanked him.
I got the box opened, and it was full of electrical fittings. I then spotted it was addressed to 72 Winchester Court, not Woodthorpe Court! Boulderclumps! I got the box closed and onto the three-wheeler-Guide, finding two letters on the floor as I went out with them. One from the Community Rehabilitation & falls & Service, about a Physiotherapy Therapy Assessment. (another mouthful, Hehe!) I’ve been referred again, and an appointment was made for me for Monday 7th September 2020, 09:00 > 16:00hrs. The other the long-awaited Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, with the new Warfarin doses and INR test results. I’d been taking the wrong doses with no one contacting me.
The weather looked threatening again as I set out, leaving the meal, to take the box to Winchester Court.
As I got down and outside, the caretaker was packing some bins. He took the box from me, saying he would take the package to Winchester Court for me. That was nice of him.
I thanked him, and I went back up to the flat, got the trolley parked in the hallway, and had a go at eating the now cold meal again. I stripped off and started to tuck into the fodder. Then fell-asleep, it was much needed.
The door chimes rang out! I wrapped a quilt around my horrendously bulky and wobbly body, swore silently with frustration, and went to answer the door. I was Josie, who handed me a packet of two cakes, cherry-iced ones. Eurgh! She keeps forgetting what I can and can’t eat, and that I sleep early if I can. Bless her. I thanked her.
Back to the colder than ever food, and finished off the fodder. But still enjoyed it. Even the cold food, the potatoes, mushrooms and farls went down well.
After a tiring, messy day, and little sleep over the last few days, I fell asleep… The landline phone rang and flashed again! Once more, it stopped ringing before I could get to answer it. I was so annoyed, I only wanted to sleep. Please!
But it was not to be. Sadly the Thought-Storms started. I gave up, and got up and washed the olive green long-sleeved shirt. I got it done, wrung and hung on one of the new coathangers over the sink.
The eyes were drooping now, I got the pots washed, got a drink of orange juice and returned to the £30, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. But I wasn’t successful. So, I put the TV on, and for once there was a programme on a murder documentary, that I thought would be worth watching on channel 66.
02:15hrs: Woke up, wrestled my Bunyanesque-bellied body from the wrought iron c1968 recliner, and made use of the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic Bucket). A UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful), colourful wee-wee indeed, was taken. Uncustomarily, no Pre or Post Micturition-Dribbling this morning! Which was most welcome! I took the grey bucket to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised, then I lollygagged my way the kitchenette, to get the kettle on, for a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.
Then the realisation that I had just hobbled from recliner to wet room, then to the kitchen, dawned – without walking into or banging against anything! A reserved, not expecting too-much, a temporary, provisionary, Smug-Mode was engaged!
Took the medications but struggled to separate the Furesomide from the Codeine 60g and the Bisoprolol (In my case used: To counter blood pressure, help prevent further heart attacks, strokes and ease pains from Anne Gyna). So you can see why I asked the chemist to leave out the Furesomide, (taken on an as-and-when-needed basis) from the other two look alike pills, from the pop-pots?
But, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, have again let me down, and I couldn’t identify which was which tablet! So, ended up taking an unneeded water-tablet so as not to miss taking the beta-blocker.
Is anyone at all bothered at the Pharmacy? Do they care? Does the Doctor do anything when you tell her of this problem? No, is the answer to each question. The chemist did change the first month; after I had to get the INR blood nurse to ring them and explain the situation for me. Now they have gone back into their old, usual ‘Sod Inchcock, let’s kill him’ Mode again!
(Dracula Depression) I got carried away a smidge there, sorry! (I blame my ailments, Covid-19, and Tony Blair) Hehe!
Where was I? Ah, yes! I got the kettle on and took a couple of photographs of the early morning view from the hated, letting rain in, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, life-risking to clean, new kitchen windows.
I photographed these two in the Aperture-Priority setting. Not bad at all, I thought. Considering that I had just started a Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session as I was about to take the shots. Talk about bad timing! But she failed to destroy my efforts! Hehehe!
Did the Health Checks. BP not too bad at all, I reckon. The temperature showed up as 84° Fahrenheit, I hope, Haha!
Brewed the mug of Thompsons Punjana, and off to get the computer going. I did a graphic or two, then made up the template. And then got on with updating the Friday blog. Finished it and emailed the link, then went on the WordPress reader.
The above was in-between five wee-wees, each needed cleaning and medicating after each one – the flaming PMD (Post Micturition-Dribbling) again. A big thank-you to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up the road from the Lidl store, for their care and consideration in failing to split the pills, thus forcing me to take all three, which included the unneeded water tablet! Just thought I’d mention it, like!
Off to make another brew, an Extra Strong Assam this time. The clouds looked worthy of a little nephelognosy time—the first one I took in Aperture priority, the second in Landscape mode.
I went on the Facebooking catch-up. Then Pinterested some snaps. Then went of CorelDraw to make up some graphics… passed wind, and decided it would be best if I made my way to the Porcelain Throne instead. Hehehe Hastily
Expuslivications! Trouble in the innards again! Rock-solid, no movement whatsoever, yet a sort of gurgling, bubbling noise emitted from within! Oh, ‘ecky thump! I got back to CorelDrawing, with a sense of doom.
Long Memory Blanks:
I found this photo on the SD card, but could I remember making the meal or eating it? No! I was sprawled uncomfortably, with the aching body-mass mostly on the recliner, the pots washed, the kitchen tired a bit, and a mug of tea made and gone cold, but no memories of doing or any of these things? It was beginning to get dark.
The brain just didn’t seem to bother or worry about these events? I think I got down and fell asleep for a while.
I must have got up at some time, cause in the morning, I found the photo’s on the right. It bothered me a bit, I think, not the foggiest memory of taking them, or at what time.
I know I had to keep getting up for a wee-wee and got little actual sleep in total. Thanks again, the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, have again let me down, and I couldn’t identify which was which tablet! So, ended up taking an unneeded water-tablet, so as not to miss taking the beta-blocker.
These odd-moments of haziness and loss of memory, often happen when I am forced to take an unwanted Furesomide.
Not that it matters to them, of course! With the Corona Virus problems, giving them hassle and problems, perhaps they should close down before they kill too many customers off, and start a Halal abattoir? Much better suited to their uncaring nature.
I also found this photo of a rather bloodless looking right leg. But the answer to why or when I took this, remains in the ether. The limbs looked okay to me? (Got a film-noir effect there?)
I do remember a realisation that it was gone midnight, and I was still awake. Mostly, having to get up for more wee-wee’s than ever before, and getting annoyed with the chemist who was to blame, and frustrated with each release. I also had to empty and sanitise the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic Bucket), twice, I reckon.
02:45hrs: I woke up with an astronomical vagueness all around me. It took me a long time to gather my distant, reluctant thoughts into some form of semi-logicality. Suffice to start arranging and forging some kind of recognisable sense out of them!
The distractedness of last night had not fully cleared away yet. The fuzziness began to clear, and be replaced with the worries, needs, and plan-making for today.
I realised that the new window cleaner was coming today, also that I had planned yesterday to get the kitchen cleared to give him access to the windows, and I had not done so! Fertummelt! This task became my priority.
I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and limped to the kitchenette. The most urgent thing was to get the window ledge cleared. Not an easy task, Dizzy Dennis was on the attack! For much of the time, I needed to use the four-pronged metal walking stick, which made progress slow down to a pathetic level. Then, thankfully Dennis calmed down.
I was annoyed with myself when I saw the recycling bottles that I’d forgotten to take down with me yesterday! Clunk-head!
I took a snap of the window afterwards and tried to catch my reflection in the picture. Hehe! The bald head and the bulging flabby stomach tend to stick out a bit. I’ve just noticed when putting the photo in, how much the man breasts tend to protrude, too! Hahaha!
The summoning from the innards for my attentions being suddenly needed at the Porcelain Throne arrived. I wasted no time and beat a path (although a slightly wobbly one) to the wet room. Oh, what an improved, less painful session it was! It still hurt, of course, but compared to the last couple, it was heavenly! Also much quicker and not messy at all! Mind you, it left a pong that was not very pleasant. Ah-well!
Back to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks sorted.
Oh, ‘eck! The SYS had shot up again? The body temperature showed as just, ‘Low’. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana.
Got the computer on, and had to make a head-top graphic, due to failure to make one yesterday! Humph!
I updated the Wednesday post and sent off the email link. Then made another brew, of Glengettie tea. (a thirst on me this morning!)
I took two shots of the morning view, the first in Aperture Priority, the second in Auto mode. I think the Auto one wins for more accurate colour?
Got caught up with WP comments, and then Facebooking.
I had a look on Amazon to see if they still had the cheaper offer on the Dettol lavender disinfectant. They had, but it said, ‘Only one left in stock, and unsure if any more will be available’. So muggins here, the favourite retailers type of shopper, ordered it. Then had a desperate last search for brown trousers available in my size. And bought some. I noticed an offer on Domestos. And bought some! Is there such a disease or illness called AGI, Amazon-Gullible-Idiot, I wonder?
Had a go at the WordPress Reader, then off to get the ablutions done.
– : What a palava! After the two reasonable, indeed, good, last two sessions. It was back to the regular ablutioning experiences, with the Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxparing this morning.
Ablutionalisationing Injury Communique
The teeth cleaning set Toothache Thomas on the rampage! Then I stabbed myself in the gum with the toothpick!
I broke a razor! (Gawd knows how, but there you are!)
Dropped the foam spray, razors (4), and cut me near my earhole shaving. (See below, it was a most artistic of bleeds. Beautiful original job!)
Trying to make sure I didn’t stub the toe when moving the shower chair, I banged my poor old, already multiple-bruised right arm again! Gramshackles!
I tooketh the shower, and clouted my right arm on the shower box, when I had mini-dizzy, seconds later, I hit my left arm on the grab bar! (Now I was getting so annoyed with myself, and using naughty language!)
It had to happen I suppose, with me being so wound-up, I stubbed the toe against the shower seat legs as I moved it back after taking the shower! The language was getting a tad bluer, now!
I dried off without any problems. (There, I got something right. Hehehe!)
I dropped the Cortisone tube, and during the medicating, Little Inchies fungal lesion began bleeding! Humph!It took a bit of stopping!
The rear end furuncle became inflamed at I applied the Germoloid cream to Harold’s Haemorrhoids! I had quite a few tender areas stinging at the same time now! It wasn’t pleasant. Hahaha!
Leaving the room, I had a ‘drift-to-the-right’ episode, and clouted my right arm on the doorframe, yet Again!
No doubt about it, I was pleased to get out of there, and for the incidents to be over! Most annoying, especially as the previous couple of ablution efforts, had gone so well!
The right arm has taken a bashing lately. I just don’t seem able to judge distances accurately anymore. Peripheral Neuropathy?
But, I was pleased I’d got a photograph of the artistic bleeding during the shaving nick bother. Do you think I might stand a chance of getting an offer from the Tate Gallery? Hehe! How the blood ran the route it did, I found surprising. Hey-ho!
A mug of tea, and back on the computing. 09:10hrs and no show from the window cleaner yet. Of course, this started me of twittering, fretting and almost convinced I must have got the day or timing wrong. (I’ve no confidence lately either) The chap arrived ten minutes later.
Did a quick, efficient job, and charged me £15 quid for the windows and sliding balcony. Did a fair good job. Booked me in again for a month’s, September the third at the same time, I think he said.
Herbert above was doing some tap-tapping and knocking again. I wonder if he is making a wardrobe from scratch? As long as he’s happy. Which is saying something for a laconic taciturnist like John (Herbert) is, compared to an argle-bargle, deipnosophist type bloke, like wot I am! Hehehe!
I made up an order for Iceland and then did a search for a word that I cannot remember. It means someone who is not talkative or revealing. I wanted it to put in the paragraph above, but can’t find it. Gribbledukes! I might not, well, I do not know what the word, but feel confident I’ll know it when I see it. Tsk!
I pressed on with this blog, and the door chimes rang out. It was the postman, delivering my last pack of 6 long, lambswool socks (for winter, if I make it) I stupidly ordered from Amazon. They have soft diabetic top grippers. Now I will be alright for socks, anyway. I’ve probably got more than enough pairs to see myself out. So in the event of my croaking out, I’ve put them in the airing cupboard, for anyone who fancies them.
Got the oven on and put the smoked haddock flavoured fishcakes, in. I must remember to add the fries in ten-minutes. Then hopefully, they will both be ready at the same time, but, ‘best laid-plans’ and all that!
I got the latest figures for Covid-19.
Then I tended to the nosh making duties. The sky was looking good, well, I mean the clods. Even if they were a tad on the dark side.
The fatigue arrived, a little late than usual, and I gave up on computerisationing and got the meal prepared.
And what the festival of a feast it was, too! The smoked haddock filled fish cakes were so moreish! The last of the truffle fries were used (Iceland no longer stock them, Boo!). The surimi stick enjoyed, The Piccolo tomatoes excellent, as was the egg mayonnaise! A well-worthy 8.5/10 for flavour-rating!
I got te pots washed, and settled down in the £300, c1968, unkempt, rusty, rickety, not operational, sickenly beige-coloured, uncomfortable, harmful to haemorrhoids, grotty recliner. Turned of the TV, and chose something to watch, and drifted off into the land of bliss within minutes!
– I woke in a bit of the panic, the need for the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) was indeed urgent! The diabetes PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble) tinkled away well before I got the bucket! The SSPO (Short-Sharp-Painful-Orange) variety release was soon over, and off I went to the wet room to clean up, disinfect the bucket, and change the PPs. Walking into the doorframe as I went in. This right arm is going to have more bruises than ever! It’s already tender, just putting a coat or jacket on hurts. Hey-ho!
As I got back to the recliner to sit down, the right leg burst forth with an involuntary right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ending up on my bum on the floor, banging the right arm on the way down, and in agony from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and the leg just kept on kicking out for a minute or so. I stubbed a toe against the metal leg of the swivel chair!
Not one of my easier Accifauxpas. Claggknackles!
Miraculously, no severe damage, just pain and frustration, oh, and the long-winded challenge of getting my humungously-large flabby-bellied body, up and into the seat!
I was sure the grey-cells would start chewing things over, and Thought Storms would arrive. I was so wrong! No joking… I nodded off, as Sweet Morpheus came, and slept for… wait for it… Seven-hours! Unbroken at that!
03:00hrs: Within minutes of waking up, I’d ignored the nagging worry of something, whatever it was, I knew I had to remember this morning (Tsk!), had clambered out of £300, second-hand, c1968, none-operational, rusty, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, caught my balance, and with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick, I found myself in the kitchen. with the window open, with camera in hand, taking photographs out of the window of the morning views!
Nowt outstanding in this, I know. But I had to guess the getting up procedure I’d just done, due to a memory-blank. I really could not recall doing anything up to this point. The ailments are starting early this morning?
I went to get the kettle on, but it already was on. (Oh dearie me! – Hey-ho!) Then I got the sphygmomanometer and took the blood pressure and pulse. All the figures looked good enough for me. I used the stick thermometer, and it showed a figure today, of 84.4°, which I also think is good. The inner body seems to be doing okay, now if I can control the mind as well, there still may be hope for me. Hehehe!
As I began to download the photos from the SDCH card, the belated demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived from the innards. No messing about, I hobbled-hastily to the wet-room. But the solidity of evacuation prevented any movement, despite my having a go at the crossword while waiting and hoping for some activity.
So, off I limped to the kitchenette and partook in a mug of Macrogol in warm water. Then back to the computer, and started to download the pictures of my trip-around-Nottingham, to the computer. There were a few of them to sort out and remember about.
And, guess what? Yes! Down went the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet site! I did a Google search for any current problems and found this. Not the sarky first graphic, I made that up myself, Humph!
If Virgin, along with British Gas, would allow me to leave them, I would! But they get away with lying and giving wrong or dead links to use for this! The Swine!
A beautiful morning, though!
I left the computer alone, as I got another call to the throne, so I went off to the wet-room zone, alone! (The poetry comes free, folks, Hehehe!)
By Jiminy, that Macrogol works quickly!
The legs looked fine this morning!
A bigger than a normal dollop of an evacuation started, along with the agony, bleeding and a little cursing on my behalf! A few words invented as well, like… ‘Eeerogleardamn’ and ‘Ooo, oo, argh!’ An awful lot of cleaning up and medicationalisationing was needed. Glunglegnatsworth!
I got back to updating again when the internet returned. Then went on Facebooking.
Guess what? My viewing figures on WordPress, have dwindled suddenly? From 120, down to 58, and now 7? I’m worried if I’ve done summat wrong?
I finished and posted off the Monday blog (7 views only? I’m losing heart here!) Then went on the WP Reader section.
Humph! Then. the net disappeared again!
This time for only a few minutes, though. Thank you, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet!
Disheartened, I went to check on the mushrooms in the crock-pot. As you can see in the blurred photograph, I had to jump back as the steam came flying out!
That’ll teach me to be more careful! Haha!
My Brother-inLaw, Pete, who had his first treatment for the Big-C, yesterday, sent me a photo of the gear he got sent home with! Cor, Blimus! I replied, making him a belated Honourary Member of the ‘Official Medicationalisticalised Pill-popping Person’s Association’. Well, it made him larf he said! Hehe!
My beloved Nurse Hristina arrived as I was cleaning the electric fire-front. She was obviously in a bit of a rush, but found time to give me a few minutes nattering session, which I appreciated no-end! I told her of the Podiatrist farce, but not complainingly. She offered to move the crunched-up carpet for me when she noticed I got a bit entangled in it with the stick, but I thanked her and declined. And sadly had to let her go, cause I could that she needed to, a busy gal! ♥
When I got back on the computer, Tsk!
I decided to do a Google check on the other internet suppliers as well.
I was suspicious when I saw a similar pattern to each one? It seems to me, to be one of the biggest cons since decimalisation! I assume the red dotted line, indicates the average speed, or complaints, for the given time? Liberty-Global, being the lowest?
I took a shot of the end car park on Chestnut Walk, from the balcony. I wouldn’t risk injury by trying to open the lethal metal spring clip, that needs pressing and pulling at the same time to use. (A fitter actually trapped his finger on in last March! Honest!) So I hung out of one of the front windows as far as I dare. Mainly to get the photo of four read vehicles for my cyber-mate Billum Ziegler, in Ohio, I think. Hehe!
I made up some waste bags to go to the chute, and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea… and had to shoot back off to the Porcelain Throne, in a panicky rush!
How embarrassing, I didn’t get there in time! I felt so ashamed, guilty, and angry with myself! I blamed myself as well, I shouldn’t have taken the Macrogol so hastily. Still, it proves that it works. After a lengthy cleaning up session and medicationalisationing, I was a different person when I got back to the computer. The enthusiasm had gone. Whatever I’d done wrong to get so few views, and now this Porcelain Throne stigma and disaster had got to me.
Then I heard what sounded like a car horn being pressed angrily, it sounds like it was right in the room, to my left? Was it the alert alarm box, the light on it had gone off? Someone outside on the road, I looked outside from the balcony, but could see nothing untoward? Checked that the landline was still working, that was fine? on it. The Virgin box still had lights lit on it?… Then I heard what sounded like someone breathing out and it was loud? It came from the area where the alarm, Virgin box and telephone were situated? Gawd, I’m all confused again!
I got back to the waste-bag sorting and loaded the three-wheeler up, it couldn’t take any more bags. Hehe!
The wind was getting up as I waited patiently for a lift to arrive. Then I realised I’d left the camera in the hallway. So I nipped back into the flat to collect it from the radiator where I’d left it.
When I got back out to the lift lobby, I’d missed the elevator. So waited patiently for the tenants lift to arrive. The constructor-only lift came three times, and I had to send it back up, to get the tenants one to come to me. Ah, well, at least I got down, eventually.
I hobbled out of the lobby, to the waste bin. And as the recycling bags were smaller than normal, I coped with getting them in the small opening. I went into Smug-Mode! But not for long, when I realised I had not dropped the two black down the waste chute, so I’ll take them back up with me, on the way back and deposit them down the chute.
I waddled along Chestnut Walk, taking some photos, and popped into the new Winwood Extra Care Court.
Where the Wardens Holding Cells, Interrogation room, and office are located. To see Laptop Model, Warden Deana. There was no one in the office.
Not that it mattered. I’d forgotten why I was calling in the first place. Thundeclumphead, that’s me!
I also suffer, with Ethonomia you know! Hahaha!
Another picture was taken on the way back. I did notice that the string wind seemed to be only around my Woodthorpe Court area?
I went in through the Caretakers door, and unfortunately, bothered Caretaker Robert, who was having his nosh! But he was alright about it. He took the black bags from, bless him. We had a mini-natter, and I told him about the NHS only treating people, well the NHS Podiatrists, with bad circulation in their feet. I said my farewells and went out to the ground floor lift lobby.
Another long wait. Several folks were in front of me in the queue. The tenant’s lift was moving twixt the 9th and thirteenth floors for ages! Then I spotted a note on the board, about a window cleaner who was calling on at Woodthorpe Court, on Thursday 6th August. We had to put out names and flat numbers on the form if we wanted him to call on us.
I nipped back and pestered Robert again, to loan, or should or borrow a pen so I could sign up? Signed, and took the pen back to the caretaker.
By the time I made it back to the elevators, two new tenants were there. The tenant and a construction worker got in the same residents lift together. Then it was my turn for the next free lift.
You wouldn’t believe how long I had to wait. The tenants lift again started going twixt the 9th and 14th floor, repeatedly. While I waited, the Constructor only cage came down to the ground floor about three times. Very confusing? Still, it was interesting!
I got inside the flat, stored the three-wheeler in the hallway, and got the kettle on (first things first!), made a brew of Glengettie. While I was in the kitchen, I eventually heard the landline ringing, I got to it as fast as I could, but missed it. Back to making the brew, and it happened again, and I was too late getting to it again!
I rang to see if it was Jenny, but no. She remembered the 1471 number, I thanked her, and tried it. The number ringing was 07786……. I tried to find who it was on Google. All I got as ‘Do not ring back: this is possible a scam or con! So I didn’t!
I had a moment or two of ponderisationing. The Morrison order is coming late today, 17:00 > 18:00hrs. And as I unslept the computer, an email came in from Morrisons, they do not have any egg mayonnaise! I let Jenny know that the flour would be here and roughly when. She asked me to phone her when it arrives, and she will nip up to collect it.
Well, no egg mayonnaise! Tsk! I’ll do an Iceland order methinks, and get some, also add eggs so when Jenny explains to me how to, I can make my own.
Done it!
I noticed the sky was so beautiful, I risked life and limb by taking a shot of it from outside the balcony window. But realised when it came to putting it on here, it was not so good as I thought it would be. Red-eye and I caught the window edge on it! Oh, well!
The egg-Mayonnaiseless Morrison order could be arriving anytime now.
I’m getting tired and have a feeling, I’ve forgotten something? Mmm!
When the food order comes, I’ve got to call Jenny, hello, she’s just sent me an email! I’ll investigate it. Haha!
Must stay awake, not nod-off, but the eyelids are getting heavy.
To tired to concentrate now, I might turn off Computer Cameron for a bit, or longer.
Oh, I’ve got some diabetic socks coming tomorrow, the longer ones. Of course, it’s been that long since I’ve worn any, it might be amusing using and injuring myself with the sock-glide again. Oh, yes!
Aha, the latest Coronavirus updates just come through. A little concerning,
Today: Additional cases on Tuesday 28 July 2020: 581.
The total number of COVID-19 associated UK deaths 45,878.
Deaths of people who have had a positive test result: 119 Additional deaths on Tuesday 28 July 2020.
Fighting off the fatigue, and I’ve got the nosh to do yet. Poor old thing! Hahaha! Can’t be long now, it’s ten minutes to the end of the hour for the delivery?
Then it dawned on me, as the hour of the delivery passed with nothing arrived yet. The call might have been from the driver to say he’d be late for some reason? But the magic red-letter warning from the Google inquiry, prevented me being brave enough to try ringing it. Oh, dearie me!
Then I thought, oh, dearie me, (I do that a lot, you’ve noticed, I bet?) and wondered if he’s left the stuff outside the door? I went to check. Nope!
Gone 18:30hrs now! I phoned Jenny to let her know and explained the possible cock-up!
After I’d taken these shots across the sky, from left to right, from the kitchen window, and the glom got me down even more. I sat down to put then on here, and the late sun burst through?
I was battling against falling asleep still, and it was a right struggle-and-a-half, I feel the need to tell you!
The sun, shone through the balcony windows, and when I picked up the Nikon to put the SDH card back in it, it was so hot, I nearly dropped the camera! I had to close the blinds.
An hour and a half later, the Morrison delivery arrived. It was the driver who was ringing me earlier. Jenny and Frank, bless ”em came to help me sort the stuff out, I handed the flour over while they were up in the flat. ♥♥♥
I am now going to get meal cooked and will take the tale up again on the Wednesday post, cause I’m shattered
Food and sleep, seem my greatest needs, at the moment! Hehehe!.
03:30hrs: I stirred from my preciously short slumber, and lay there, worrying, fearing, considering the events of yesterday – one of my worst 24-hours for months that was! Of course, the mind-meandering got nothing sorted, arranged or even understood. But there was a twinkling, albeit it only a shimmering, of newly arrived determination in my heart, almost like a degree of mock-willpower! But I knew it was there, dreamt of, self-created, by my disgust at how I handled yesterdays farcicalisations and disappointments. Or rather, didn’t handle them, not well, at all! I let everything that went wrong, (and there was plenty of failures, let-downs and disillusionments), all get to me. I’m not proud of that!
My very thoughts were even confusing me. Then luckily, the need for a wee-wee arrived, and this got me moving physically. I huffed and puffed and struggled to get my volumingargantuan wobbly-stomach with the skinny limbs attached, free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, and wearily got up onto my painfully long uncut toenailed feet! I’d missed the pain from them while I was sleeping. Hahaha!
I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and hobbled precariously to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and took a CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) wee-wee. It surprised me at how little after-dribble there was. (Something else for me to fret over? Humph!) I took the bucket with me and got it cleaned and sanitised. Then to the kitchenette.
As I was filling the kettle, the morning view from the light & view-blocking windows was spotted. And I had to try and get a decent shot of it for once. I’m not a good photographer, in fact, even worse since the stroke and all the agitational ailments have developed. It came out a smidge better. But not as good as I would have liked.
I put the kettle on, rubbed the Phorpain gel lotion into the bruised toenail. Then did the Health Checks. The SYS was still a bit high. The body temperature, according to the ear-hole thermometer, was 69° Fahrenheit I assume and hope! I took the medications, having a problem sorting out the three small tablets that had not been sent in the box, as they promised they would at Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, again! I’m still not sure if I took the Codeine 60g, and Beta-blocker as I should have, or a Furesomide in mistake for one of them? Which is which?
This chemist has also left me without medications with a late delivery, the longest being for six days! I can recommend them; if anyone else is on medications a lot in Nottingham, and just happen to want to commit suicide, but can’t make their minds up, just get them to do your prescriptions! They’ll do it for you, the suicide-assist I mean. As professionals, they can leave you without tablets, tell you they can’t deliver this month and you will have to come and fetch them (which is their cunning way of helping with your disabilities and giving you exercise on the one-mile walk to their shop, and the one-mile uphill walk back to the flats), And mix up the tablets so you don’t know which is which, thanks to the dedicated customer-hating, one or the other of these failings is bound to help you make up your mind… like it or not! They also have a superior snottiness if you complain, and turn things around to blame you! Just thought I’d mention it. I got carried away there, didn’t I? Sorry!
Made a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea, and went to the computer. I came across this photo, which according to the date on the camera, I took yesterday? But I can’t remember taking it, or why. You do things like this when on so many medications, getting old, and are fed-up! Still, on the bright side, I’ve got enough tea-bags to see me out in the cupboard. Hehehe!
I got on with, and concentrated on getting the updating dome, or even done! I have to say, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me up to now! And Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters went down far less often than they usually do? I got the updating finished, sent the blog to WordPress, emailed the link and visited the WordPress Reader. Now it was time to get the ablutions done. No signs yet of the Porcelain Throne being needed. A bit worrying that, it’s a possible sign of rock-solid constipational activity building up!
I got in the wet room, and stripped off the PPs, revealing my ectomorphic, muscle-rippling, young, awe-inspiring body.
I nearly toppled forward when the stomach wobbled free as the gut-retaining pants were removed! Hehehe! Toothache Thomas was very-little bother when I cleaned the teggies. A total of one, just one nick shaving!
However, when I dropped the soap, I managed to crack my right shoulder on the edge of the sink. This set off Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley! Cringleblastitt!
Dizzy Dennis visited while I was showering. But no to badly. The drying off, and the medicating went almost perfectly! Them the getting dressed, always a hot spot for tumbles was also good and pain-free!
Mind you, the feet had gone all white on me, even after showering. The toes and nails were actually hurting when I was just stood there taking the photo?
I’m getting nervous now. It’s not natural for me to go so long without some form of failure, injury, falling over, or walking into something. But I did! Something is bound to the edge off my virtual contentment and pride. Oh, dearie me, yes!
As I came out of the wet room to put the towel on the dryer, I noticed all the boxes that had been waiting a long time, to get sorted, and guilt dawned. With all the recent Amazon deliveries, I had let the boxes build up in the spare room. So, with me currently feeling uncommonly fit (for me), I decided it was time for a bit of graft and a bit of clearing out. I know I can’t manage too much, but I seemed to have found a rare resolution from within… You see, no wonder I’m more confused than ever, this determination was real, and I acted upon it! I think I overdid it, and almost creased myself. Haha!
I made up two black bags of general rubbish to go in down the waste chute. Then assembled the cardboard boxes, and tore or cut them up, and got them into two of the bigger boxes. I had to make two trips with the three-wheeler walker-guide. The first one with the by now, four bags of rubbish. Which was easy enough, I wasn’t rushing, and got back to the flat with the trolly, without suffering any injuries or accifauxpas!
A definite, but a dangerous state of affairs… I began to go into Smug-Mode, and a foolish semi-confidence came out. And, I didn’t take a breather, and got on with stacking the boxes and hung the small and large white recycling bags on the handlebars of the guide.
This was all foreign to me. I felt quite perky now and set off to go down to the caretaker’s area. Balancing the boxes on top of the trolley, and watching that the bag handles didn’t slip off, took all my concentration.
With the one lift, it was ages before I got the residents elevator to go down. Again, the contractors one arrived several times before the resident one did. But I will not get in that one, as we have been instructed. It’s not fair on the workers, and surely risks their catching something, if not Coronavirus from us oldies?
I got the lift eventually and on the way down, the cage stopped, around the eighth floor, and a chap tried to get in. I calmly pointed out the sign that only one person at a time was allowed in the lift. The gentleman exited the cage, without moaning.
Down to the ground floor, no one was about, I didn’t see a soul on the ground floor. I got the trolley, with the bags and boxes out of the lobby, and to the bin’s area. I could not physically get the recycling into the bin, so left it all by the side. I came back inside and to the lift lobby, pressing the call button. The contractor’s cage kept coming down repeatedly. A bloke came in and just got in it without a care, and went up in it! Naughty boy! Haha!
I got in a lift eventually and returned to the apartment (That’s my three-roomed flat, by the way, Hahaha!) I got the trolley stored in the corner behind the door. And, without any toe stubbings or hitting into anything? How long can this last? There was stopping my inner-cockiness though, I’ve never gone so long without a tumble, Accifauxpa or injury! This actually worried me!
I noticed as I got into the front room, that the sun was trying to break through, so I took the Nikon camera into the pod (balcony) and took photographicalisations. Starting with the wonderful cloud formations, and did a bit of nephelococcygia, at the time I found what I thought was a face in this picture, But by the time I got to place the shot in, I’d lost it!
I tried a distance shot, zoomed in on the other end of the car park, but wasn’t too pleased with the resulting snap.
I spotted a man and women with clipboards wandering around Chestnut Walk.
I tried a few times to get a decent view of them. But ended up with this one being the bestest I could manage. Tsk!
I attempted another zoomed-in shot, of some houses up the hill to the South-east of the flats. Again not a brilliant outcome, but passable for me, I suppose. I took several shots of this house too, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up a bit at the time.
So, I’m alright with this one.
I opened the North facing side window to take this of the dead-end car park. The sun had gone back in by now, but the clouds still looked amazing.
So I snapped the now duller Northern skies.
Ah, it had to happen! When I was trying to close this window, it has one of the perfect-for-old-people metal clips, that one has to either pull and push to open, or push and pull to close the window. The finger end will heal in time.
I did some updating on this post, then remembered I’d got the Iceland order to do. So I did it. What substitutions and unavailable’s there will be, I’ll find out on Friday.
Back to the updating for a couple of hours or so. And then went to make a brew of Glegettie Gold tea. While in the kitchen, I pondered on what to have for my nosh. I opted for the last of the cooked beef end-bits, baked beans and bread to soak up the juices. Hahaha!
Then I made a Whoopsie! I went to add some Hickory in the beans. The bottle cap fell off and about half of the bottle contents went in before I stop it! I swore silently, then tried tasting some beans – uneatable, the liquid smoke flavour was just too much. I pondered, is there a way to salvage this? I added another tine of beans, thinking it might weaken the taste. It didn’t! Then, I thought if I drain the beans when I serve them, maybe… oh I don’t know! Crogglesodit!
I had a look to see if any Emails of interest had come in. I went on the WordPress comments, then the reader section.
Then as I was doing this; Double-Tsk!
Aha! Things are getting back to normal now! Hello, it’s come back on! I got on with the comments quickly.
I tackled the job of saving what I could of the beans to eat the meal. Apart from the oh, so-strong flavoured beans, everything else was fine tasting. The red seedless grapes were from Spain, not perfect, a few had already begun to turn mouldy! I was careful in picking out only the good ones. Flavour rating, 7/10.
Washed the pots, and left a strainer full of the over-hickoried beans in a basin, to strain out the liquid, so I could throw them away without sending a wet bag down the chute.
The vagueness came as I settled to watch a football match on the box. Not very comfortable-making, but more agreeable than having the Memory Blanks, methinks?
Sleep was slow in coming again, and I couldn’t help, after three-nights of being woken up, waiting for the door chime or telephone to ring, but they didn’t. Yee-Ha!
23:25hrs: No sleep at all, Sweet Morphious, denied me by being woken up repeatedly; callers, Toothache Thomas and Anne Gyna, all successful in ensuring I got no rest. Groggleknockers!
I decided to give up! I edged my colossally-stomached, wobbly-torsoed body and skinny-dangly legs, out of the £300, second-hand, not-working, c1968, rickety recliner. Off for a wee-wee.
Ah, things were better this time! A bit more force and less spraying. Still the green-grey colour, mind.
Off I plodded to the kitchenette, every step taken was an example of coping with pain. From the toes and feet! (A little sympathy prompting there, sorry about that!) The late-night view was difficult to photograph. I had four goes on different settings before I got a shot that was as close as dammit to what it looked like in the viewer. This one was with the Aperture Priority selected. The Night Panorama that I tried produced a black picture only?
I got the kettle on and did the first of the Health Checks.
The sphygmomanometer results were the best for ages! SYS 136, DIA 64, Pulse 80, and the body temperature was just showing up as low. (It does that, it goes from the reading to high or low, when I am insensate and not quick enough to get it out of my ear-hole to have a look, Hehe!) Ah, well!
I took the medications and made a mug of Glengettie Gold Tea. On the first sip of the brew, I started hiccuping. Two-hours later, when I got around to writing this, I was still hiccuping! I hope this did not bother Herbert above me, for they were loud and vicious disembogue’s, irritating, almost non-stop!
So annoying and frustrating! I tried the drinking of the luke-warm tea from the opposite side of the mug.
I shouldn’t have done that! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at the wrong time, and I dropped my mug and created a picklement for myself! Bugglesworthlessness!
On the light at the end of the tunnel search: The miracle of it hitting my left knee and depositing some hot tea, down the leg as mentioned above, then bouncing off of my knee, and straight into the waste bin, pleased me! Amazingly the mug didn’t break (that’s twice I’ve dropped it in the last three days), and the mess was minimal because of where it came to rest. So, the cleaning up was more straightforward, and the foul language was not so severe as it might have been! A smidge of good luck there methinks!
I cleared up the mess and went to make another mug of tea. I got the pork shoulder steaks, with new potatoes in the crockpot cooking. I added sea salt, Light Soy sauce, some pork gravy granules, and seasoning. (Too much methinks?) I’m not sure how old the gravy and seasoning is, but it still hadn’t dissolved two hours later? Have I viliorated my meal planning? Having a feeling that this is not going to have a happy ending, and my EQ backed me up.
The day is breaking now! I updated the Inchcocks Photos widget on the blog. Replaced with all Winwood Heights people now and then. I updated the Monday post. WordPress Reader. Next, on to the Facebooking.
The wee-wees had decreased. Anne Gyna had eased off. Toothache Thomas, the feet and toes continue as the main pain-donators. Haha!
Then, the Phlebotomy Nurse, Christina, let herself in the flat. She’d been pressed in by someone in the foyer. Didn’t half make me jump! Hahaha! A good job, I’d taken the wash and shave early, and had some clothes on! Gawd that would have made her jump more than her arrival made me! Pity, she was in a great rush again, that’s why she had to come so early. She still managed a bit of nattering while she took the blood, Bless her cotton socks ♥.
I felt a bit peckish, and I went to get some biscuits and made a fresh mug of Glengettie tea. Dizzy Dennis kicked off while making the brew. Humph! Two hours later, I limpingly meandered off to get the Ablutions tended to.
Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:
The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Much easier than yesterday. Not so messy, and far less painful! Only two dropsies.
Toothache Thomas made cleaning the teeth a grindingly, agonising job!
The shaving had a few clangers involved. Cuts were in fashion this morning. Several of them, but every one of them was tiny, yet bled a lot more than usual.
The Shaving dropsies just might have been a record. I lost count of the times the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer was used! Razors about six times if I recall rightly, the foam and the After-Shave bottle I used to stop the bleeding.
The medicationalisation went better than usual, though. Only dropped Harold Haemorrhoids cream once, the Germolid the same! I did come close to losing the Olive-Oil-dropper, but I kept control. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
The deodorant, Saccades Sandra Spray, and room freshener were all dropped several times! Humph! A final fling, as if to put it. Hahaha!
The knees looked much better, and the leg veins were shy today. Oh, I’ve just noticed, I’m no longer Hiccuping!
Off to check on the pork in the slow cooker. The seasoning I’d added, had still not dissolved? (I must be careful and make sure everything is safe before I make it into a stew).
On closer inspection, I found that the pork shoulder was already cooked, and was soft. The potatoes were still hard. And I’d forgotten to put the mushrooms in the mix.
No problem, mind you. My absent-mindedness, paramnesia, and blank-spells were ion existence before the stroke. It’s just that since then, they have taken up permanent residence within the grey-cells! As with the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, they are a part of Inchcocks make-up nowadays. I took out the pork and some gravy and added them to the saucepan with the peas.
As I was pondering on whether to take another picture from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean (without risking life and limb to use the step ladders), letting the rain in, new kitchen windows. I put the kettle on to boil again, the flats Fire Alarms sounded.
By the time I got to the balcony and opened the finger trapping end window, that also lets the rain in, well, they all do, the first of the tenders responding arrived. Followed a minute later by the second vehicle.
The crews strolled into the foyer. Judging by their casual and ambling approach, I took it that they didn’t expect the alarm to indicated there was a real fire. After all, it must be three weeks or so now, since the Winchester Court Fire. Longer since a Woodthorpe Court one. The crews were on their way home within five minutes. Thank you, lads!
When I nipped onto the balcony to see if the chaps had departed, I took a snap through the window of the end of Chestnut Walk. I didn’t want to risk injury opening the lethal metal spring clip window again. No, that’s wrong. That window is just impossible to open, too tight. The maintenance men tried for me five months or so ago, and they couldn’t do it. It was when they came to look at the plaster breaking up on the ceiling of the balcony. Naturally, they have not been back.
I opened the left end window that one works! To take the 2nd shot in the other direction. The picture looked pretty with the oh-so green trees.
Then onto CorelDraw to do some graphics.
Oops! Time for the mobile shop, it’ll be here in twenty minutes. So, I put Computer Cameron in Sleep-Mode and got the wheels, cash and down to the ground floor… well, that was the plan, anyway!
A new system has been set-up for the lifts again. Sensible, but time-consuming! As it is, we are only allowed one resident in a lift at a time. So, it can be a long wait to get the elevator at times. Now, we can only one lift, the right one is for residents & Visitors, the left one is reserved for Construction Workers Only. As I say, understandable, but so frustrating.
The Construction Workers lift kept coming and the door opening, repeatedly. I leant in, and pressed the ground floor button, then pushed the call button (Which works for the nearest lift). The Workers lift kept coming back up and tempting me to be naughty, but I resisted! This happened three times. Would I make it down in time to catch the mobile shop? Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Hehehe!
By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, the electronic sign informed me I had a minute to get outside before the ETA of the shop.
Luckily, it was a few minutes late in coming. It was nice to have someone to natter to, even from a safe-distancing way away.
It was windy out there, one gal had not got a jacket on either. Brr! I took this picture while awaiting my turn. I got some bits, about three, the chap had not the other three items I fancied. Can’t be helped!
As I said my farewells and got back into the flats, it dawned on me how much I’d spent to buy this few items? I purchased four tomatoes as well. Had to tell him that two were rotten and gone soft. He changed them for me. Well, the chap is new to the game, and a life-saver at times, so no complaints from me. He was a used-car salesman before the danged Coronavirus arrived. His missus doesn’t come out with him anymore, here is the entrepreneurs’ story link: Car Salesman starts Mobile Shop.
Josie came in behind me and insisted I take a pint of semi-skinned milk for the one I let her have on Friday. I said, “I don’t use semi skinned, I prefer to use whole milk, but less of it.”- “Why did you have it in then?” – “I kept it in reserve with it being long-life, just in case” Anyway, she forced it on me. Hehehe!
We got up to the flats, and Josie held the door open for me to get in with the trolley, bless! I got in with the bits bought – £6 something for these. The apples were of particular interest. The label read, Product of France. The apples look tasty, so I got one out to nibble. The stick-on tag on the fruit read, Grown in New Zealand. I took a couple of the seedless grapes to try, and noticed there were a lot of bare fruitless stalks! Hahaha!
I’m getting a smidge tired now, nearing my usual nosh and head-down time. But, I need to stay awake for the Morrison delivery arriving late on. So, back to the CorelDrawing for a while. Hello, a phone call coming in, I hope it’s Sister Jane to tell me how she and Pete’s coping.
Nope! It was the Morrison delivery man Julian, saying he might be arriving early. So I saved the work, turned off Computer Cameron, and got ready for him arriving. I took a peep outside to see if I could see the van…
I thought at first, it was the Morrison van. But on a closer look, I’m afraid it was the Emergency Ambulance. Oh, dear!
A few minutes later, and the fodder arrived. The chap put the carriers in the hallway for me, I thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, and took them through to the kitchen and stored them away.
Well, they made a right mess of the oven trays I’d ordered. They charged me for 1×2 large trays and sent just one (Crushed) individual one! And 2×4 small trays and I didn’t get any, but the label that goes on them, was in a carrier? I’ll be so glad when I can get out and buy food for myself. Humph! The two packets of sweet potato pancakes were one! I was all confused!
And muggings here thanked them and gave him a treat! Frangleklops!
I got the stuff put away, and got the meal served up. At least this turned out alright. Made even tastier with the two Sourdough muffins dipped in the gravy! A stew of sorts. Onions, mushrooms, pork shoulder, all overseasoned with Soy sauce, Balsamic vinegar, tasty juices, canned potatoes and garden peas. Flavour Rating: 7/10.
Got the washing in the bowl to soak overnight. And down into the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, in search of sleep. Which surprisingly came sharpishly.
The landline flashed. I hazily of mind, struggled up to answer it. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the new dosages for the Warfarin, from the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit. Tue 2½, Wed 2, Thur 2½, Frid 2½, Sat 2½, Sunday 2. There was no number for Monday? Unless, in my half-awake state, I missed it. Which is a possibility? The next blood test is in on Tuesday 7th June.
I wrote the figures down, thanked her, and climbed back into the none-working, sickeningly beige-coloured, c1968 recliner. In search of Sweet Morphious once more.
This time with a lot more success!
Apart from several disturbances to have wee-wees. (All of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, I must have got, ready for it… six hours kip in between! Great!
03:30hrs: After waking and nodding off again several times, I forced myself to activate the brain and limbs (I needed a wee-wee!), and rose from the depths of the slowly disintegrating, £300, second-hand c1968 recliner.
The stomach where the tea spilt onto last night, was tender, the feet agony the moment I got my weight on them.
Off to the wet room, for the most sprinkling and spraying release ever! I had a job to see that much of it had reached the porcelain at all. But, on the bright side, it made me clean the WC tank, seat, floor cabinets, the floor itself and the handwashing sink. Also, various parts of my body. Christened this one a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee. You’d be surprised at how much had sprinkled on the arms and upper torso, too, I was!
Took the medications, and remembering yesterdays nightmare Accifauxpa, I very carefully, nervously made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. I managed it without any further dropsies, scolding of my body parts, or injury! Phew!
Waiting for it to brew, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, imbibed the morning medications, and back to the wet room for another wee-wee. Which was of the same VSWAO mode as the first one was!
I got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down at last. The earhole temperature of 64°f seemed fine enough.
Then I got Computer-Cameron going, and did a graphic first, then on to updating the I Saturday post. About three hours later, I’d got it finished. Then I emailed the Link. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then Facebooking. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a good mood with me!
Still no need of the Porcelain Throne heavy-duty usage needed, yet? Off I trudged limpingly (Oh, the toes!) to get the ablutions tackled.
Ablutionisticalisationing Report:
The terrible Toothache Terence was triggered, cleaning the teeth.
The shaving took such a long time, but I was extremely wary after yesterday. However, no cuts whatsoever!
The showering had few repeated dropsies. The shower gel bottle (3), the showerhead It’s a miracle it hasn’t broken yet?(2), the flannel, and the back scrubber (4).
Dizzy Dennis visited me towards the end of the showering, but thankfully for only a couple of minutes or so.
The drying off under the wall heater went almost perfectly! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Not a single item was knocked off of the floor cabinet (Honestly!)
I did make a Whoopsidangleplop when getting dressed, well a couple. I clouted my knee on the WC as I lost balance getting the trousers on. And then, putting the shirt on, I hit my right knuckle on the edge of the door. But nothing serious.
I sorted out the waste bags. Five small bags were taken to the waste chute, and the gigantic blue recycling bag had some stuff added to it. Far too big for the minuscule opening in the chute, so I can take it down to the caretaker’s room in the morning.
Back to the apartment, and a message came in from Iceland. Another round of my getting addled and disconcerted, dementia or memory loss, call it what you will. But I was convinced I’d ordered it for next Monday? Anyway, it was due to arrive in a few minutes! Sad, innit?
Minutes later, the intercom rang but then stopped after a few seconds. Now I was confused. If I got down to have a look, I might miss whoever it was of they rang back. It turned out to be the Iceland delivery driver. The chap said he had other deliveries in the block, so rang each one to let them know he was here.
He put the good through in the hall for me, I slipped him a can of G&T, then got the bags into the kitchen to sort through them.
I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana to drink while getting the things away.
I started off with the frozen stuff. Far too much to fir in the freezer! So I did mean to order these for next week? Sadly, some throwing out of food was needed to get the new stuff fitted in. By the time I’d done it, there was another bag ready to go to the waste chute!
Then, on to the fridge and fresh food bags. Mushrooms, orange juice, pork shoulder steaks. Some of what I am sure will be uneatable Morrocan tomatoes, the last lot were. The mushrooms, well-covered in nutrient-rich compost! The wholemeal rolls, crushed flat, as only Iceland know how to do. Kitchen towels, potatoes etc. Next bag, endless cakes?
I just cannot remember ordering all this lot? Blimey, if the dates are long enough, I’ll still have to hand some out, so many! Cheddar biscuits as well? Oh, and a Raspberry and cream swiss roll. (That could have been ordered, a vague memory guiltily lingers!)
Made a start on this blog for a couple of hours, then got Josie’s meal prepared and delivered. Cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, gherkins, silverskin onions, Surimi-sticks, smoked haddock, peas and beetroot. Delivered it Josie’s door. And then got some belly pork in the oven to slow-cook, coated in hoisin sauce, for my feast. Started on the computer again.
Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis paid me an extended visit. I had to give up on doing the computing.
Concentrated on making the nosh… carefully, not taking any risks.
A fairish plateful, considering how Dizzy Dennis and Shirley were giving my so much bother. A score of 7.5/10
The early-weariness joined in. I got the pots washed and took the evening medications, but that was all.
I got down in the recliner and the TV on, and nodding-offs soon started. None of them lasted for longer than five minutes. Amazingly timed for me to miss and exciting bit of whatever I was watching!
But for any proper sleep, my Sweet Morpheous, I had to wait for hours!
I gave-up on the TV and laid looking lazily and lackadaisically at the rain coming down the balcony windows and in through the cracks to soak the running board.
The wee-wee trips were frequent, but each time they would have struggled to fill a tea-cup! They were getting less and less. Still, I got up and down each event without any further injuries.
Eventually, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and the dying sun put in a surprise visit.
With Sweet Morpheous still refusing my requests, I put the TV back on. And was pleased to find a documentary on Freeview channel 66. I really got into it as well… During the second set of adverts, Zzzz!
