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!.
01:30hrs: I stirred gently and slowly into imitation-life. Rather surprisingly, not needing a wee-wee?
The brain wasn’t all that interested in operational duties for a while. I disentangled my over-stomached body from the second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner. That my xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete broke, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics, and Pete played with them. Now the recliner no longer works!
I caught my balance (it wasn’t too good this morning for some unbeknown reason). And wobbled off to the kitchenette, almost on auto-pilot. I got the kettle on and did the health checks. The BP SYS as a little high again. Sorted the small tablets out and identified the Furesomide and removed it (At least I hope I got it right). Took the medications and was drinking the mug of Glengettie tea and wondering if it was worth trying to take an early morning photo if the dark, dank view outside.
Then, with surprising suddenness, I had to hobble-hastily to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). A bit of a blaster-mode this wee-wee was! And a long one too! There was none of the PMPD (Post-Micturition Pre-Dribble). Still, a plentiful supply of embarrassing PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribbling), so much of it, I nearly started counting the cracks on the ceiling, while I whistled! Unfortunately, it caught me out, a few drops of late-dibbling took place. In-Depth-Ignominy-Mode-Engaged!
Then, the innards gave me a poke, which told me I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne, which I did, without any delay. The most painful for weeks affair! But it was not a long job, no bleeding, and aroma didn’t make me feel hazy this time. Hahaha!
The toes and feet for worse than yesterday morning, of course, the nails were longer. And the fungal nail infection on the right foot was more evident. More painful too!
I silently prayed that the St Anns podiatrist will see to me on Monday and not refuse to do-me, because of my ailments (Issues, they call them), like they did, last August! I’m not confident about this in the least.
I took the opportunity to change the PP’s. Knowing that I will need to replace them again when I do the ablutions, I put on one of the smaller ones I had to hand, for the time being. I hope I don’t get any Diabetes Insipidus leaks, or Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeds in between!
The brain was working again, as well as it ever will methinks, and a determination to get the updating done rose forth! Three wee-wees (each of the LPT (Long-Persistent-Type), two cups of Thompsons Punjana tea, and hours later, I finished the updating. Phew!
It was looking a little bleak out there. But no rain yet awhile.
I posted the Friday blog to WordPress, Emailed the links, and went on Facebooking catch-up, and that took me over two hours! Then onto the WordPress Reader section. Pinteresting. Time to get the ablutions done, back in a while.
I’m back!
The ablution session was sorrowfully a painful one, but entertaining! Hehe!
The teeth cleaning went well, no bleeding, Toothache Thomas was only mildly bothersome!
Putting the tube and brush back on the side-trolley. The exact moment my right hand steadied the trolley for me to reach over to return the stuff to the tray with my good left hand, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley gave me a good rattling, and the trolley wet over! Isn’t it amazing how much stuff you can squeeze into and onto a bathroom tray? It took me yonks to retrieve it all! Cragnangles!
The shaving consisted of far too many dropsies. Razors repeatedly, after-shave (used as a bleeding-stopper) and the foam can twice.
And on another occasion, I was shaking the can of foam, and off it flew via the North wall, back down, off of the sink and onto the sock-glide, hit the shower tiles, landed and rolled gently back to my feet and stopped, like a trained little dog! This was the entertaining part. I had to smile at it! Haha!
As I got into the shower, I tripped on the mat I had only myself to blame, I’d not left it in the usual position I do when showering. Pillock!
The showering itself was almost perfect! No dizzies, no banging into the grab-bars, no dropping the showerhead, and the curtains didn’t get stuck on closing them! T’was good! I felt good at the time!
Furthermore, no toe-stubbings, throughout the whole showering operation!
Drying off my baby rhinoceros jelly-like flabby-bellied body was incident and escapade-free!
I’ll not go into detail on this one, to embarrassing; I had severe bother when I used Little Inchies fungal lesion cream, on Harold’s Haemorrhoids! Suffice to say, Blubber-Argh! Grigglecocks! I have now moved the Phimosis Plato, and Paraphimosis Patrick’s clobetasone butyrate corticosteroid cream out of the way! I must remember where to, so I’ll mention where it was placed here – Inchcock: It’s on the bottom tray on wetroom trolley! Try not to forget, mush!
The old legs didn’t look too bad.
The dreaded ‘Hum’ was getting so loud again, as I started on doing this blog. I persistently persisted, and got as far as here, and had to go on CorelDraw again to get some graphics done in advance.
Oh, no, I’d better do the template first. I must get caught up for Monday, which I anticipate being a busy day, full of frustrations at the Health Centre, and no time to get much computerisationing done! Done it, back to CorelDrawing!
By Jimminy, the rain cometh down now!
I had some tap-tapping and knock-knocking noises from above to keep me company.
The familiar post meridian weariness and drainage of enthusiasm, frolicsomeness, and will-to-bother came over me, and I decided to get a meal made up then get in the recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus.
Well, the nosh was a super-tasty one! Beef pasty, potatoes, egg mayonnaise, beetroot & carrot, tomatoes, and a mini-pork & pickle pie. An individual lemon mousse and apple pie to follow. I lip-smackingly enjoyed this effort!
Washed the pots, and settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner. I felt so tired, there was no need for me to put the TV on to send me off to kip. My tiredness alone will soon see me off in the land of Nod! I thought!
An hour of Thought-Storms, they were mostly of the guilt, self-hatred, and shame mode. Then I moved on to worrying about Monday’s trip out to the podiatrist at St Ann’s Health Centre. I put the TV on, for sleep was not attainable.
I was getting nowhere with my designs for sleep, and I decided to remove my magnificently honed and toned, super-fit, woman-desired, muscular body from the none-working recliner, and replenish the spring water bottle.
I stubbed my toes en route to the kitchen! I whimpered a bit, and returned to the recliner immediately, took a pain killer, and tried to get some pain gel on the toes.
This proved to a farcical effort, I’ll tell you why; I got some gel on a paper towel, grabbed it with the picker-upperer, and tried to apply it to the two toes affected. This didn’t go well! Thanks to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s most untimely attack, I gelled part of the foot, shin, carpet, hands, and the recliner, I’m not sure if any gel actually got onto the stubbed toes! Cragknackles!
I didn’t bother with getting any of the spring water! But sleep now seemed an impossibility. So I put the TV back on (desperate now!) in the hopes that the commercials would send me off.
Which they did in the end, but I had to a few more hours.
03:30hrs: I woke up requiring a widdle, and de-wedged my overly sized stomach-burdened body from the c1968 rickety recliner. With some haste, there was a chance of some Post-Micturition Pre-Dribbling, I could sense it, so hurriedly, I moved to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket)…
Too late, I’m afraid!Starting a day like this with an Accifauxpas three minutes of waking up, was not a good start!
Off to the wet room for a good clean-up, and a change of PP’s. Then to the kitchenette and got the kettle on. Taking a photo that did not come out anything like what the eyes saw, of the kitchen windows. Will anything go right today? Pickletorment!
The sphygmomanometer readings were very close to the ones that were for last Friday! Not too bad. The temperature, taken on the old stick thermometer (the new one has packed up on me, Tsk!), showed a ‘Low’ again.
I took the morning medications and made a brew of Morrisons Extra-Strong Assam tea. I had a bit of good-luck then! (Oh, yes!) As I limped to the cupboard to put back the BP machine, I trod on a piece of broken pottery from last night’s dropping of the milk jug! And did not cut my foot, no bleeding at all. Swank-Mode-Assumed!
I got the computer on and checked the diary for today. The only thing on it was the Iceland Food Delivery, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. Only two items unavailable this time. I was feeling guilty about getting the cake anyway. Haha! So, I must get a stand-up ablutions session before 07:00hrs to make sure I’m available just in case they arrive earlyish.
I made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. After an hour or so, during which the ‘Hum’ outside had grown so loud, I could hear it easily without any hearing aids in, I made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjabi. Took this snap of Chestnut Walk, it came out decent enough. Then sent the post off to WordPress, Emailed the links. Made up a template for this blog, then got on with writing it, and it was almost a pleasure!
But where and why Nicodemus’ neurotransmitters, Shaking Shaun, Saccades Sandra, and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had gone, I couldn’t understand? No doubt they’ll be back again, they always are. But I made the best of this medical-marvel, and typed away better than I have for ages! I really enjoyed these two-hours of freedom from some of the ailments. I believe, for a short time, I was almost happy! Oh, Yes!
As I started on the WordPress Reader, things got back to normal, I’m afraid. Shirley and Nicodemus both reactivated. Tsk! Off to the wet room now, to get the ablutions tackled! Back in a bit.
I’m back! The poor-old plates and toes are looking doughier, more livid, and anaemic than ever. A bit much to contend with. Even wearing the slippers a is painful and uncomfortable. Wearing the shoes and mask on Monday for the trip to the Health Centre podiatrist, is going to be a challenge, let alone getting the boots on! Expuslivications!
Anyway, the ablution session was a mixed one, good and bad involved.
The teeth cleaning as going well, until, towards the end, I caught one of the rear molars, as Nicodemus’ neurotransmitters lost sense of touch, and I pressed too hard.
The amazing thing is that I had no pain for several minutes, then the nerves sent the message to the brain. By that time, I had finished doing the teeth and was putting on the shaving foam.
The agony shot from the tooth, and I dropped the foam can, and it landed on my toes! Argh!
The shaving went well, only one little nick on the neck!
No toe-stubbings!
No Dizzy Dennis visits!.
Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley made me drop the towel and knock a few bits off of the floor cabinet in trying to catch it before it hit the deck.
As I was leaving the wet room, I lunged a bit to the right as I lost balance, and somehow or other, did not make any contact with the door frame edge or wall?
One of my better ablutionalisations. Overall, an interesting session, I’ve had many worserer ones! Hoity-Toity tendencies triggered!
I got dressed and was ready in case the Iceland delivery arrives. I started to get some waste bags done up, with additional cardboard box ones, to go to the rubbish chute. Stacked them ready for after the food arrives. I don’t want to risk taking them yet and missing the delivery on the intercom.
Carried on with the updating of this blog. Half-an-hour later, the intercom buzzed, and I let in the Iceland man. He was up in a jiffy, and he put the bags in the doorway for me. I took them through to the kitchen. There didn’t seem to be many bags this time? I checked the list and sorted it through checking the goods. Did the few freezer items first, all three there, and then spent about fifteen-minutes trying to make room to get them in the freezer! Haha!
Got the apple pies in the cupboard with the tinned potatoes and instant mash.
The fridge carrier, well, there were two of them, was sorted then. Steak slices, vine tomatoes, Pork & Pickle pork pies, mushrooms, cooked roast beef slices, satays, dessert pots, beetroot salad, potato salad, egg & mayonnaise salad, and to my surprise, some cooked chicken thighs.
I can’t really recall ordering them. But then, I can’t remember where the flat keys are, what I had for dinner yesterday, or what I was about to do as I left the kitchen? Sad, innit?
I got the rubbish bags, not the big recycling one, just the six little ones that will go down the chute, and out to take them there. A lady decorator was in the lift lobby, and she kindly took them off of me, saying she’ll take them for me because some steps and barriers were near the chute-room door. I thanked her muchly! Then hobbled back to the apartment. Kind of her!
Made myself a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. And the milk had gone orf! Humph! Made another and used the new pots of milk. Then back on the computer, to update it as far as here. Then went on Facebooking. Got the latest Coronavirus figures.
Not so good, is it?
I was feeling a bit peckish, as you do, like. And wondered about having soft brown Thins with Marmite for nosh later? But, what do I have with ’em? After some faffing about trying to make my mind vacant up, I thought some sausages and baked beans? But I left, making my mind up until later. What a ditherer I am! It took a while, but being as I have peas left in the pan from yesterday, I’ll have them, tomatoes, and Marmite sarnies! I think?
Then, onto CorelDraw to do a couple more TFZer header graphics. Slow going again, but I got two done.
The doorbells chimed out merrily with the tune of Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I Only Want to Be with You ♫. I struggled to get some clothes on.
I shot like a bolt-of-lighting to answer the door. Well, alright, I hobbled less slowly than usual, anyway, Hehe! An envelope was through the letter-box, I opened the door, no one in sight.
Jenny, bless her ♥, had made and printed up a clear note for me to take with me on Monday, to show to the podiatrist, in case Stuttering Stephany took a grip on me. (At this point, I thought I must ask Jenny if she has any idea how much the taxi fare will be, so I can make sure I have enough with me). I got on the telephone to thank her and ask Jenny if she had an idea what taxi fare might be. But of course, I forgot to ask about the cab, I was too intent on thanking her for her kindness. I am a klutz!
Weary William fell on me so quickly, I set about making the evening’s (to me, any normal person it would be afternoon tea! Hahaha) meal.
Two mini-pork & pickle pork pies, (say that when you’ve had a few, Haha!). Piccolo tomatoes, canned garden peas, egg mayonnaise, beetroot & carrot salad, and four brown bread thins with lashings of gorgeous Marmite.
The red grapes and apples I intended to have, turned out just apples. (The red grapes had all gone gooey and had to be discarded, Tsk!) So I had a mousse and little apple pie instead. Two individual milk pots, to take the tablets with. A flavour rating of 8.2/10!
I ate all of this odd feast slowly as I watched the TV, feet up on the swivel chair. The eye-lids drooping, trying to stay awake another fifteen-minutes to view the Kitchen Nightmare program.
I nodded-off, and woke up as the programme was just ending! Tsk! I forced myself up to get the pots washed and have a wee-wee and crawled back into the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-sickening beige-coloured, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety recliner.
After a couple of hours Thought-Storming, with the odd minute-long nod-off, I’m glad to report… Zzzz, Sweet Morpheus arrived! And most appreciated he was!
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03:55hrs: I came back into mock-life-status, the mind in a pickle of confusion, and as the eyesight engaged, I spotted several signs of Nocturnal Nibbling. Guilty-Mode-Engaged! The two pots of temptation, I’m pretty sure I made up last night during the Dizzy Memory lapse period, and both had been nibbled at! I’ve no control at all, sometimes you know! Tsk!
I thought for some reason that it was Monday this morning. I started to make plans for getting the ablutions done early for the Morrison delivery… then it dawned on me, it was actually Sunday. (I’m quick yer know, Hehehe!)
As I was removing my copiously generous, flobby-stomach bodied form from the clutches of the c1968 recliner, a wee-wee was needed. Not that I can remember doing it, but I found I had placed a crossword book on the mantlepiece, no doubt in expectancy of the Post-Micturition, but likely in anticipation of more for the After-Dribbling, summat to help me kill time and keep amused while waiting for trickling-tinkling to stop?
But my impromptu plans had not accounted for holding the bucket with the good hand, wee-weeing without anything to guide the possible spray, and not leaving anything to utilise the crossword book and use the pen! Never-mind!
It was (as I anticipated), another long dribble-ridden exercise. I left the bucket out. Then hobbled to get a wash and freshen-up. After which, the belated need for the Porcelain Throne usage arrived, after I’d taken some shots of the morning light-show on view, including an artistically, but violent and unwanted Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley inspired one (Hehe!), as I was putting the kettle on.
A near-disaster that was, my not moving straight away! Talk about ‘just-in-time!’ That could have been another embarrassment if I’d been 10-seconds later in getting down on the seat! Phew! As they have been for months, it was painful, but things went mess-free, and the bleeding was hardly worth mentioning! Smug-Mode-Considered!
Made the brew of Glengettie, then I got the Health checks done. The sphygmomanometer was showing SYS at 173! Well-high that was. I’ll mention to the nurse in the morning, that is if it a communicable one, there ain’t all wanting to gossip and natter with their old-geriatrics. I took the medications and put the medical stuff back in the drawer.
Then got the milk out of the fridge for the tea. Criggleblogglesworthisms! The milk had gone off! Threw the tea away, washed the mug, and searched for some long-life individual pots I had left. Found them, and had a sniff of one, they seemed and smelt alright. Made a brew of Morrison’s Extra-Strong Assam, and all was well again, the tea was flowing! Haha! I rinsed and dished the milk carton.
Which reminded me, I’ve got a massive bag and a small one of recycling material, three small black bags of for the waste chute, and all four bins need sorting! I must find time to get the small stuff to the chute. The recycling bags I can take down on a Monday, in hopes that a caretaker might help me with them. (Pathetic, innit?)
Off to get the ablutions done, or else I’ll be struggling to get Josie’s nosh done on time. I nipped into the kitchen to make sure I had everything needed for the cooking for Josie later on. Gawd it was eerily dark, with sunshine glaring outside. Hehe! And I’d not got the mixed beans opened yet. So I opened them.
Stripping off to make a start by getting the teeth done, and I stubbed two toes against the seat raisers metal leg. One of the overgrown toenails bent backwards and stayed there! I believe I may have said something along the lines of ‘Oh, bother!’
The session didn’t go as well as yesterdays, but I had lots of worse ones. But that doesn’t ease the pain at that moment! Hahaha!
Toothache Thomas was less bother, the dropsies were only about four, and the knock-overs was remarkably only one!
The shaving produced only one tiny nick on the neck! No shower-head bother, either! Best of all, nothing walked into!
All very pleasing at the time! Self-Satisfied-Scenario succoured and secured!
I remembered when I got to the kitchen to take the midday medications. I often miss them, but they are only painkillers, so it shouldn’t create anything nasty, apart from pain, of course. Hehe!
I got the waste bins all emptied and bagged up the rubbish. Cleaned them and got new bags in.
Then got Josie’s haddock and fish strips in the oven. The pots were nearly ready to be turned into extra-strong Leicester cheesy mash, with cabbage, onions and chives added.
I got the three-wheeler overloaded with the rubbish bags. Obviously not the giant white recycling one, as I explained earlier.
It happened again! Crangle-shock-knuckers! The second toe-stubbing of the day, on the same toes, making it worse this time! I can confirm that the wheels on the three-wheeled walking guide, are still as solid, and rigid as hell!
Crying seemed like an option at the time! But I resisted it, just! Hahaha!
I fumbled and bumbled my way out of the door and through the lobby hallway of the three flats. And into the being updated for over three-years lift lobby. A lot more painting had been done. Shame about the lights not working, but you can’t have everything.
To the end, turned left and into the waste chute room. Deposited the seven bags in the small opening, and without trapping any fingers! No Dizzy Dennis botherations, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Anne Gyna, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure, or waking into anything! This felt unnatural, peculiar, abnormal!
Back to the apartment, checked on the cooking progress, all looking fine, to me.
I’d took two photos earlier, and bound them together to get this shot on the right-hand side.
It shows that it was taken earlier on, cause the sun has cast a shadow of the flats as it rose from behind them.
What a clear sky, its got beautiful clouds in it now. Like a painting almost. The sun has done a runner, though.
I set to preparing the meal for Josie, and keeping my eye on the clock.
Extra treats this week. Some egg-mayonnaise, two lots of fish, smoked haddock and battered basa. Along with the different cheesy potatoes, a Limoncello dessert. Hope she likes it.
I delivered the meal on the wheeled server to Josie’s door, pressing her bells at precisely 12:00hrs! I think she liked the look of it. Back to the flat, and caught a glimpse of the computer-bedroom as I went tot he kitchen, oh, dearie me, it did look all untidy. Tsk!
I got the pots washed, making a mess as I did so, thanks again to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s antics. It took me as long as washing the pots did in the first place, to clean up the mess I’d made on the floor! Still, there hadn’t been any Whoopsies for a why, so, fair enough!
Updating the blogs and graphicalising for a few hours, in between wee-weeing. Haha!
I got my dinner made up, a cold one. Apart from the grilled cheese sarnies, no cooking was needed. Which might have been a good thing, cause I was beginning to get the shakes from Shirley and Shaun. Last of the egg and potato mayonnaise used up, some delightfully tasty Polish pork hock. The last of the mixed beans and also tomatoes, and a few cheese toasted bread thins. I didn’t eat it all, I’d made too much again.
But, I did enjoy it, despite my dropping food all the time, mainly due to Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, she was wearing me out!
I had a scout around and collected the bits of fodder dropped while eating, and went to get the washing done. But felt so drained, I just put everything in the bowl to soak. I returned to the recliner, and got the TV on, started to watch a football match, Manchester United v Chelsea cup match, and soon nodded off into the much-needed land of Nod! Bliss!
I was woken up a couple or three hours later. It was Josie, who had again forgotten about my going to sleep early, and despite my repeated begging her not to call after 15:00hrs, was returning the plate (18:00hrs), tray, cutlery from her meal. I had to get up and put a dressing gown on to cover my horrendously plump wobbly-bellied nudity, and answered the door. Stubbed my damned toe en route to the door! But, being as I am also a forgetful person as well, I mustn’t complain, and I do understand. Hahaha! We spoke a while, I think.
Of course, any chance of my getting back to sleep had been destroyed by the interruption. Then Dizzy Dennis kicked off. Life was not good at that moment!
I gave up on the sleeping stakes, there was not a chance in hell of getting any. As I lay there, stewing in my frustrations, with the Neurotransmitters on and off, and the odd shoulder shaking spell, I decided to give up, I knew Sweet Morpheus was not about to come.
So, I decided not to mope about and got the new nail cutters out of the drawer. I realised I would not be safe to try using them in my current state of shakes, and just took them out and tried each one. They were of poor quality. The smaller straight-cut one’s handle stuck the first time I tried it! Hey-ho!
Unbelievably, (I think) I fell asleep after taking this photo of them! Waking up later, to find the three clippers on different parts of my body, well, two of them, the other was on the recliner. My fingernails were partly-clipped, oner bleeding, and an empty cheese Quaver bag, was tucked between my legs?
04:30hrs: On waking up for the first time all of the five hours I was in the arms of Sweet-Morpheus, surprisingly enough, I didn’t feel I needed a wee-wee. A rare, moliminous and infrequent occurrence, indeed! I cannot remember the last morning that I stirred not needing a tinkle! (I was almost confused) Haha!
The pain from the uncut toes and untreated leg ulcer grabbed my attention.
I got the Canon camera from the Ottoman and took a couple of pictures. At first, I wondered why the photos came out looking such a healthy glowing red-tinted hue. For none of the limbs were this colour in reality? Had I taken the shots on the wrong setting? Was the fact that the morning was so light? Had I left the light on? (Nope).
Life is short, so no time to worry about that. I have a multitude of memories, fears and guilt that is more deserving of my ‘Worry-Storms.
Aha! Better late than never; Bladder-Blart, was in a sudden rush to inform me of the need of a wee-wee, and it was growing in urgency.
I scrambled out of the recliner, got the stick, and wobbled on painful-tootsies to the wet room. I only just managed to beat the Pre-Micturition dribble, and the Post-after-dribble (PMAD) was a lengthy affair, requiring the greatest of patience! Trust me to cop for this Diabetes Insipidus (Urinary incontinence)! As if I needed anything else to take away the precious and short time in a day to get things done! Bramcrackleshogites! I did have time to think, muse and ask myself; “Why the hell, didn’t you use the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket)?”‘Dope!’
I got the mammoth, unbelievably long micturition passing ended. Phew! And fetched the bucket and got it emptied, sanitised, disinfected and stored away! The late morning (To me) skies were holding their blue tinge, and simple as the view is to most, I thought it beautiful!
The sphygmomanometerisationing results look fine today. The pulse level was up, on what it’s been for a few months. But I think this is a good thing. Shows that Metal Mickey is throbbing away like the real thing! Hahaha!
I got the medications taken and put the kettle on, and was summoned with high exigency, and instant pains from the gut, to the PorcelainThrone! I hastened as fast as I could, back to the wet room. Fearing another embarrassing escapage! I got down, plunk! On the seat, and within I think about two minutes, the movement began, of it own accord and control, as is normal, but suddenly got a move on and soon I was sat there getting over the pain and shock at the speed of the whole movement! But, contended that the motion produced only a few tiny bits of bleeding, no mess whatsoever either! Something to challenge my negaholism?
I washed and medicated the lower regions in need. And got on with the updating of yesterday’s blog. Within five minutes or so… Yes, the good of Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet went down! I had a look at the Trust Pilot ratings and comments. Terrible, Virgin Media and British Gas have the lowest ranking of One! The remarks from British Gas on my problem told me to Email them with my full address, so I did! I got this on the right back from Google Mail! Sickening!
Amazingly it came back on in a few minutes!
Went to make a brew of Glengettie Gold. There was the lightest rain I’ve ever seen, as it hit and was blown down the window. I don’t think you can even see the fine dribblets on the photo I took through the window?
I got the updating done after a few hours and then decided to get the Ablutions done early, in case the Amazon delivery arrives. Well, it might? Or not! Hehe!
The session went stunningly well! I joke not! Yee-Ha! Dropsies totalled maybe six at most! Toothache Thomas was bothersome, as to be expected. One, yes, just one nick shaving! No dropping of the showerhead at all! Smug Mode Nearing, I can feel it! The toes nails and soles of the feet were fearfully painful, mind. Blanglebotheration!
Went on Facebooking, sent the link off, checked on the latest Coronavirus figure, then went onto WordPress Reading.
Getting tired now. Got some spuds and beans in the saucepan. Going to add tomatoes and kippers in tomato sauce later, a bit of bread, that should do me.
Unfortunately, I bent down to retrieve a dropped dish and clouted my forehead on the stove. Which sent me to the floor, and have spent ages getting back up again. This was not a good move. Especially as when I went down, I hit the dish with my right knee! Arthur Itis was not amused. Tsk!
All plans abandoned. I’ll make the fodder, and settled to recover, hopefully quietly, but must not fall asleep, as the nail-clippers are coming later from Amazon. Not for the toenails, of course, they are too much for me to reach in my state. I’d got a dizzy coming on now! Globberisations! Not good.
I’m off to get the food prepared now. Fingers crossed, I’ll do it without any injuries. Humph!
Blimus! I did get it prepared and served up without a single Whoopsie! I even titivated the plate a bit with some Hoisin sauce, that went well with the vegetable tomato sauce from the kippers (Canned this time, not fresh). The mixed beans in ‘vinegarette water’ were fine. Kippers in veg sauce, fantastic! The potatoes, fairish, tomatoes crap! The mini-apple pies had no taste other than sugar. Overall, a rating of 7/10.
The two highlights of the meal were the kippers; and the cutting of my finger with the little knife. Hahaha! Well, I’ve not done this for ages, it had to come.
Sweet Morpheus was again reluctant to come. I got up and turned on the TV, undoubtedly as good a counter to my insomnolence, as anything? And found a football match was about to start. My third favourite team of them all, Burnley away to Norwich, was live on the box! I stayed awake through the whole match and after-comments! Burnley won 2-0, but it was against a Nine-men team, Norwich had two men sent off!
Then, I turned off the set, had a marathon wee-wee, and tried again to get to sleep.
The door chimes rang-out – Sod-it! I’d forgotten all about the Amazon delivery coming! I scrambled up out of the recliner, put the dressing gown on and hobbled with haste to the door. The chap was still there, bless him, and he handed me the parcel with the toe-clippers and camera case in it. I thanked him, and returned to the room, and put the box on the Ottoman, that’ll have to be checked in the morning.
Then the iconoclastic Thought-Storms started! And on they rambled. Guilt, fears, shame, disappointments and failures all had a bash at me.
I had to get up for a leak once more, and Dizzy Dennis nearly had me over again. I dealt with the once-again marathon wee-wee, waited patiently for the after-dribble to stop, then got back into the recliner. Amazingly, Sweet Morpheus came quickly this time. Ahh!
07:00hrs: I woke again, in the depths of the uncomfortable, c1968, second-hand, none-working rickety recliner. Although, I woke several times before during the night and just drifted off again when I realised just how tired I still felt.
As the faint memories of yesterday’s blanks and Dizzy Dennis’s attacks came forth in my mind, I appreciated the fact that at least, ‘I Had Woken up’ a bit more than usual. Hehe!
Blanks still lingered on in the grey-cells, of Thursday’s thunderation’s and functionlessness of thoughts. Odd incidents I could recall clearly, but why? No idea! I lay there a while, pondering and trying to recollect the frustrating events of the vigil. I think, although I was awake for much of it, I’d had a good six hours of Sweet Morpheus.
Then the regular ‘Waking-up events’ started. I had to escape the recliner with some haste, to get to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) in time. I fumbled my way out of the none-working, cringingly beige-coloured chair, caught my balance, and gently took a few steps to the receptacle, and released an LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon), that needed some patience from me, as the Diabetes Insipidus (Post Micturition Dribble) went on for ages! Followed by the requirement for a visit to the Porcelain Throne!
So, I took the bucket with me for cleaning and sanitising, and hobbled to the wet room. Both sides of the pin-cushion stomach were still artistic looking. (Tate Gallery, you’d better hurry if you want to display these!)
The evacuation was the easiest one for ages. Bit of bleeding, but not pongy or messy, and easy to clean and sanitise after completion. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I should have known not to get anything like contented or smug! I walked into the door frame, leaving the wet room. Ashamedly, I swore out loudish and released an irresistible blood-letting muffled howl. Grobbledamitt!
How come I keep doing this, and always on the right side? A kasheh, that was! Tsk! Obviously, my ailments, Peripheral Neuropathy, Dizzy Dennis, Nicodemus’ dying neurotransmitters and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and maybe Diabetic Doris, have to accept some guilt, along with the Ischaemic stroke?
A little massaging of the elbow, and I calmed down again.
Then as I got in the door to the kitchenette, I took this photo of the late morning view! This is the latest I have got up in years!
I got the kettle on, and tool this picture, blind of course, of Chestnut Way, below. I caught the shadow of the block of flats as the sun came up[ from behind. Despite the new light & view-blocking, rain-letting-in, new windows, that prevents one from photographicalisationing below, and see what you are taking a shot of, due to the bonkers wide sticking out new ledge.
I think they were designed by a member of the PHI (Photographer Hating International). Possibly the SSG (Senicide-Supporters-Group)? That’s possibly why they have built the windows so old, disabled men can’t see if the fire brigade or police are on site, without using the step ladder to reach out to take the photo or even see down. Thus a tumble off of the rungs, stubbing of toes, chin scraping, and or elbow bashing occurs. Still, if it makes them happy! Cracklepackers! Lost the plot there, sorry.
Got the Health Checks sorted out. The BP SYS was better today, though. Pulse was a smidge high? The thermometer gave a reading of 82°f. Low, methinks.
I made the mug of Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam. And got on the computer. Well, I didn’t stand on it, like, just turned it on. Hahaha!
After getting advice from my Cyber-Buddy, Tim Price, I decided to get a Kodak AZ651 Bridge camera from Amazon.
I also ordered a bag for it, and some nail clippers (not for the toes, that would be impossible for me to do). The bag looks like it is a multi-fit one, I’ve used these before, not very well-fitting. Not that I can use it then anyway, it’s arriving with the toenail cutters on Saturday 18th. The camera will not be coming until between the 24th and 28th of July. Ah, we’ll!
At least the camera looks a little chunkier. This doesn’t mean I will not drop it or knock it over, of course, but it should help a bit. Getting used to the new operating system may bug me.
I then remembered to get the mushrooms in the crockpot. I added some fish vinegar and light Soy sauce. Not that it makes much difference to the fungi. I put it on auto, so it should bring it to the boil then go on a low setting.
When I could not sleep at all last night, I did the post up after midnight, so don’t have that to worry about doing this morning.
I set about doing this blog so far, first. But, I’m afraid it was a wee-wee interrupted and riddled session! The look-up time I spent on Googling, led me to believe that the problem I have is possibly Functional Incontinence, which is when due to other ailments and disabilities, I just cannot get to the WC or receptacle in time. Also, it may be that the newly acquired Diabetes insipidus – Post-Micturition Dribble (PMD) – after-dribble. Either way, I’m leaking when I shouldn’t, having trouble stopping it, and keep stubbing my toes in a rush to get there on time! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Sorry! But eleven wee-wees in two hours is a bit much! Not that much escaped. That’s another possible reason I’ve just thought of. When they lasered my cancer from the bladder, it left me with a smaller holding pouch. Hehe!
This reminded me, I’m sure I had an appointment for tests in the City Hospital’s Urodynamic Laboratory, that was until the Coronovavirus arrived, and it was cancelled? As soon as I’m allowed, I must get out to see the Doctor… dentist, paediatrician, (No that’s not right) Podiatrist, to get my toenails cut, opticians… I’m straying off all over the place this morning. Sorry, again.
I then made up a template for the upcoming two days worth of blogs, on CorelDraw and WordPress. This simple-sounding fact took me over three hours! Mainly due to my ailment that’s known as Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley!
Thought about what to have with the mushrooms, and decided on some battered fish and garden peas.I’m feeling such a lot better than yesterday.
I got some graphics done on CorelDraw.
Well, can you believe it!
Turned off, got the nosh sorted, a fair-sized plateful. I couldn’t eat it all. (Eyes bigger than the belly?) But I enjoyed what I did consume. The fish in batter was tasty, the mushrooms from Iceland I’m going to stop having, the potato slices needed ten-minute of picking out the black-spotted ones before cooking. Overall Taste-Rating; 7/10.
I did the washing up, then got the evening medications taken, but I forgot about the Phorpain gelling for the knees (A mistake that, as I found out when I woke up all stiff and struggling to move, Haha!)
The amazingly persistent Thought-Storms began as soon as I settled into the c1968 recliner, in hopes of Sweet Morpheus. No logic, or reasoning to them this time, fears, concerns, depressions, jealousies, and guilt, with unwanted emotional manipulations! Meant another late night before I nodded off.
02:00hrs: After many false wake-ups, I had to make this one real, cause I needed a wee-wee, again! I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, dilapidated, not working, uncomfortable, Haemorrhoid-damaging, rickety recliner, to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). It had been well-used overnight, so many times I thought I must have worn the carpet down! Hehe!
However, the content level barely covered the bottom of the bucket. Each sprinkling session during the night got smaller, or less than the previous one. This effort lasted for about a painful four seconds! I reckon I’ve got another urine infection. The colour was white and cloudy. Hey-ho!
But at least it got me up, and when I stubbed my toe on the edge of the hearth, this ensured I was fully awake, and the brain started to activate. Not logically, but it was nice to pretend.
I took the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and I found I needed the Porcelain Throne while I was in the wet room.
Well, agony hardly covers how painful this was! I needed to exert a lot of pressure to get things moving… But it was Rock-solid! Half in, half out, the motion stalled! The pain did remain, for ages, a quick bash at the crossword until I got it going again! The sight of all the blood shook me for a second or two. I decided not to photograph the view!
A good cleansing session and some Germoloid cream applied to the rear-end.
Despite the agony of the evacuations, I still found time to cringe at the pain from the uncut toenails and feet.
To the kitchenette. I took the morning medications first, then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. Which came out much better today. The earhole temperature was 62.2°c.
Then I tried to take a scan photo of the roadway below, but the shaking made every effort fail. Blanglebotherations!
So I tried taking two shots, and later manipulated them as best I could together, (Not very good!) and grouped them, converted to Bitmap, and trimmed them down. I wonder if I’ll ever be capable of taking a scan-shot again? Probably not. Humph!
No red vehicles in view for Billum?
I launched myself into updating the Sunday blog. It took me a while as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were as usual, on and off. Silver Lining Results: Saccades Sandra, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Shaking Shaun was all in a good mood!
I got it done, sent off the Email link, then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Commenting, then made up the template for and started this post going.
I took a break and went to make another mug of tea, fancying the Extra-Strong Assam this time.
I was getting trembling sensations from the right ankle and top of the leg? I took a picture of the pins, but they looked the same as they did yesterday. Well, no, that’s not right. The upper legs were retaining fluid, and they were not like this earlier?
Of course, the uncut toenails and soles of the feet, they hurt when I just look at them! Hahaha!
It suddenly got lighter or rather, brighter outside. Can it be the sun trying to get through this early in the day? No sooner had I took this picture than things went all dark again.
Then, of course, it had to happen! Hobbling back to the computer room, and I had a cracking toe-stubbing, again on the electric fire hearth! I believe I did quietly pass a few naughty words and may have questioned the parentage of my bad-luck! Sorry!
I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then got some black bags made up, to to the waste chute, then took the big blue bag of recyclables down, out and around to the caretakers’ room. The only person I met, going and returning to the flat, was a nurse waiting for the lift. It was a smidge dark again outside, a few spots of drizzle occasionally, and the wind was getting higher.
Got in the flat, and had a check around to make sure things were safe for me to hibernate in the wet room, taps, heater, lights etc. not left on or open, and get the ablutions sorted out.
Showering; Dizzy Dennis visit, and dropped the carbolic soap (2), flannel, and back brush.
Drying off; Knocked a lot of stuff off of the floor cabinet, but had the Jenny supplied picker-upperer at hand to make life easier.
Medicationalisationing; Applying the Cortisone cream, a little over-enthusiastically, and started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding.
Kept my balance dressing and didn’t walk into anything on the way out!
Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I (sedulously and safely) made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. While doing so, I thought I could hear a rattling noise from somewhere, so I went to investigate around the flat. Turns out, it the wind blowing the glass panes about on the balcony. It was still dark, but no proper rain yet.
I espied some red coloured cars at the dead-end if Chestnut Walk. The end window, although I was brave enough to try and use the metal spring clips, that traps and bruises fingers, perfect idea for old folks balcony windows. Indeed, this very opener has had two Nottingham City Homes workers already! But I couldn’t get it to open. Too tight! But no bother for an agile, fit, young man like wot I am! I hung out of a front window and lurched my body to the right, and with the camera strapped to my hand. And managed to take this photo on the right, of the vehicles!
Coming back in the flat, I was about to allow myself another moment of deserved Smugness… Then stubbed the same flipping toe on the raised balcony step! Grumblecronkackers! Globblegripes! Gangleboggleisations! Granglesknackersbuggerit!
Oh, dearie me, all that care taken not to trap my fingers in the lethal metal spring-clip, that needs to be pushed and pulled at the same time to operate it, then I go and stub the toes again! I was so angry with myself.
I decided to make another mug of tea, Extra-Strong-Assam I think this time, take another pain-killer, a 60g Codeine. Because things are getting painful now! Anne Gyna, Toothache Thomas, Little Inchies fungal lesion, Haemorrhoid Harold and now the stubbed toes, sore pads of the feet, and the so uncomfortable uncut toenails have made an alliance between themselves methinks: To ‘Give Inchcock Excruciating, Agony, and wretched-purgatory’. They’ll probably be planning my next serious Whoopsiedangleplop or Accfauxpas at this moment. Hahaha! Well, it feels like it! I dread to think what Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus have up their sleeve for me! Gehenna, here I come!
I got this meal prepped, and settled to eat it—a Flavour Rating of 5.5/10.
Uncle Dizzy Dennis came on after I’d eaten it, I put the tray on the other seat and blissfully, soon dropped off to into a much-needed sleep.
Minutes later, the door chimes rang out, both of them. I grumpily rose up and went to the door. It was Josie waking me yet again! Bless her, she felt she had to keep giving me stuff in return for the Sunday meals. And she gave me some blackcurrant cakes. Dia Bete’s cannot be happy about this. I thanked her, but was wrangled at being woken up again! Mustn’t blame her, she can’t help forgetting things, any more than I can’t get any sleep!
Dizzy Dennis came on again as I resettled. Sleep, my disturbed Sweet Morpheous, did not want to return. I got more uptight, and when I did eventually drop off, nightmares flourished and woke me up with a jolt! I fought to get back to sleep.
Then the landline rang and flashed! Out of the chair, banged my knee on the Ottoman, got to answer the phone. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse calling to say she’d arrive between 08:00 > 09:00hrs in the morning. Thank her! Tried to make a note in my head for tomorrow and the Morrison Delivery being so late, and I must not forget it is coming!
Then I gave up completely on getting any proper sleep, and got a brew made, and onto the computer. Worra-lot-of-bovver!
