23:25hrs: I woke in the specific knowledge that something was going to go wrong. The EQ was positive of this! I was calm about this, for it was a definite happening and warning from the EQ, so nothing could change things. I just had to try and stay relaxed when it arrives.
I disentangled my short, plump body with its skinny quivering limbs, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, hideous grotty, beige-coloured, rickety, sometimes working, recliner. I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The very rare for me, BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, was a bit of a shock at first, but painless.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to put the kettle on primarily – but my plans had to take a back-seat. The overflow pipe from above I think, was dripping into the kitchen sink. I don’t know what water it is, but it has stained the metal sink! I’ll have to mention this to Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and part-time Financial Advisor Deana, later. If I can get into their new Kamp Commanders offices in Winwood Court.
Dripping overflow pipe from above
Black bit coming through with the water
Ah, well, nowt to be done about it now. So, I cleaned things up, the staining was too deep to get cleaned off, Huh! I got the kettle on and rinsed-out the handwashing and got them hanging to dry.
I started to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer took me three tries to get it to work, but the results were just fine! Sys 149, Dia 72, and the pulse showed 81. But the problem was the thermometer. It would not show me what the temperature reading was, just ‘Low’? Then after giving up on it…
The ear spray squeezer, flew out of the hand as the arm did a peripheral neuralgic inspired, imitation orchestra-conducting routine! It travelled through the air and hit the window, fell downwards and drained itself of all the contents, all over the kitchen towel it dropped down the cardboard tube of. At the same time, the back of the hand gave the cupboard one hell a vicious, back-handed upper-cut! That made me flinch a bit! Haha!
As I was taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne made itself known. So, off of the wet room. This session was more like I like them to be! Far shorter, and less painful than they have been in ages. Almost, a pleasure,
Then I started to update the Wednesday blog a last, and the finger-ends went numb on me. Not any twitching, just a loss of sensitivity to touch again. Which was making typing more challenging to get right! Many errors and far too much correctionalisationing needed!
Then, just to pee me off, even more…
I pressed on as best I could with the fingers, (well, it’d be impossible without them, wouldn’t it. Hahaha!) with the updating. Which took me ages to complete, but I got there. Posted off to WordPress. I made some more page top graphics and thoughts, then made a start on this post.
I made a brew and noticed the red moon as I did so. For some reason, when I took this picture of Earth’s only natural satellite, it showed up as white? Could this have been due to red-eye correction? I don’t even know if there is an option on the Canon. Mind you, I can’t find out how to get to cut down the lens timing, or make it store smaller pictures. Despite my fumbling around and thinking I had opted for small storage size, it continues to drain the computer memory with massive ones. Tsk! Tim in New Mexico told me how to do these things, but finding out where to change them well, its a challenge for a thicko like me!
I went on the WordPress Reader, and had a read and look at others work. Some great stuff enjoyed and liked.
I just had to try and catch up on Facebook, I’m so far behind. Spent two hours getting it done! Swagger Mode Adopted!
Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A couple of little nicks, shaving. A new bruise from the battle with the sock-glide. And lastly, as I was coming out of the wet room, I went back in to get the wrist alarm, and gave myself a rather painful toe-stubbing, on the metal legs of the shower chair! I believe I may have something like; Oh, blow it! The pins were okay. I made up the black bags and took them with me and dropped them down the waste chute. Caught a lift down to the foyer. Not a soul about. Outside, there was a bit of wind blowing up, but no cold with it at all, and no signs of rain in the air.
I strolled delicately along, slowly with the three-wheeler, and towards the end of the complex, the yellow no-parking lines, which cannot be in force yet, were buried by parked vehicles.
How the bus can get through, beats me. On Winchester Street Hill at the top, the Mercedes van was still parked in the same spot on the pavement. Again I had to go on the road to get by it. I took a photo that shows the registration number. Thinking if I see a policeman in Sherwood, I can tell him, so he or she can check to see if it had been stolen.
What the heck am I thinking of – ‘See a Policeman in Sherwood?’ Not a cat in hells chance! What an Eizel, and alter cocker, I am!
I made my merrily, contentedly and singing to myself, down the hill, occasionally nearly losing control of the three-wheeler guide. Hehe! At the junction of Mansfield, I took snap to the left, then to the right. I had planned to take some pictures of the whole row of shops, but the shakes forced me to take four tries before I got these two that were unblurred enough to use!
There were very few shoppers about. Which is understandable, with the selection of pathetic shops on offer to tempt anyone.
I called into the Co-op and remembered to get a packet of demerara sugar. They had some fresh pod peas that looked in decent shape, so I got a pack of them too. Then hobbled up the hill, and into Wilko’s store. I was looking for some bleach, they only had scented, so I got a lemon one. My search for a small saucepan with a lid failed as well! I did get a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts, though.
As I came out of the shop, I took a picture of the Sherwoodanian pedestrians crossing the pelican lights against the red lights. It took me several tries to get a picture decent enough that I could use. Such was the hand-shaking at that moment.
I was putting the camera back in the pocket, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was coming towards me, up the hill. I managed to get a viewable shot of him on my second try. I nearly missed the gentleman. He was middle-aged, but by gum, he was fit enough to get a moved on, even going up the incline, bless him. Then another Herbert came down the hill!
It was eerie, the lack of people about for a Thursday morning. I reckon that Sherwood, as a shopping centre, is dying a death!
I worked it out, that if I caught the bus at this stop, I’d have to pay £2.20 for the three or four stops lift up to the flats. I cunningly walked down the hill and into Winchester Street and caught the bus at the second stop.
Where it arrived at 09:32hrs, hence I could use my free bus pass! Oh, I am a tight-wad! Hahaha!
I was soon driven the three stops back to the flats.
Dropped off the bus, and had a few words with man residents, Mo, Penny, Nydia, and Wilf, amongst them.
I took a phot of Winwood and Winchester Courts as I made my way home to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. As I got inside, a lady who I cannot for the love of me remember her name opened the door for me as I approached. Nice lady and her hubby a grand chap too. We had a chinwag, laugh and a nibble. She told me the walkthrough to the Winwood complex is now open. I wished her all the bestest and made my way to the elevators. I took three shots of the new empty of people cut-through.
Floor
Ceiling
I noticed the toe-stubbing qualities of the pins sticking up from the counter barrier in the floor. Obviously, it isn’t finished yet. I hope Hehe!
I put the fodder away and got the oven warming up.
Updated this diary until the meal was ready, then served it up.
The yellow plum tomato was sliced, and tasty a bit meaty, not bad at all. The bacon fries were grand! Beetroot was superb. The fresh garden peas, excellent! Mini pork & pickle pie, heavenly! The baguettes were putrid! The lemon mousse, passable. Overall taste rating, 8.8/10.
While digging into the feast, Stroke Unit Support nurse Jenny rang and made a new appointment for Stroke Physio. Next Thursday at 10:00hrs. I put this on the calendar.
04:00hrs, I was just getting settled after watching Rumpole of the Baily, and falling asleep throughout and missing the ending (Huh!) Then, loud clattering noises almost made me panic. Had something collapsed? A search around the flat, found no reasons or causes, and things looked as they were before? I settled again, but not in mind, I was worried a tad in case the noise hab emanated from within the apartment. It sounded very close? Surprisingly, I managed to nod-off!
04:40ish, the noises came again and woke me. Another look around, but found no cause? It might have been someone throwing loose stuff down the waste chute, I thought. But no real reason or any proof, of course. It could have been anything, I don’t know.
Took the evening medications, and put a hat on to block the light, and tried to get back to sleep. Which, amazingly, I did!
01:35hrs. As I woke and felt the storm of words forming, to trample me with worries, problems and the futility of life, in my twisted brain – I was saved the torment by a sudden urge to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It looked like I had only used it once overnight. And this effort of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety, added very little to it. I noticed how the pins (legs), were looking terribly thin this morning. A few vague memories lingered about a dream I’dben having, but nothing concrete.
I washed the grey bucket, myself then got the handwashing that was hanging up drying from last night, onto the stand-up airer. I kept jiggling the socks around, as usual, to get them to dry evenly. There’s quite a skill in doing this, I’m getting better all the time. Well, when I remember to do it. Haha!
I visited the Porcelain Throne. Another hard job, but not so painful this time. I washed the dandies and went to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Took the medications. As I was doing this, I became aware that the leg had done no dancing whatsoever, the finger-end had not caused me to drop a single thing! No darting out of the right arm. Only the shoulder was doing its twitching a bit. Great stuff! Plus, not Whoopsiedangleplops pr Accifauxpas… mind you, the shaving, teeth and daily conflict with the sock-glide might put paid to this period of relief and joy. Hehehe!
I got on the computer and finalised the updating, then posted it off! All done, in about two hours! Brilliant start to the day!
I poddled out on the balcony and took a shot of Chestnut Way, below. An eerie picture, I thought. It was drizzling a bit and wasn’t too warm. I made sure I shut the sliding door as I came back inside. I even avoided the metal spring clip opener from gnashing any flesh. Oh, yes! But these things are concerning me. It’s not natural for me, no Fauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops! Then a photo out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window.
I did some template graphicalisation work on CorelDraw.
0745hrs: As I started to worry about the Morrison order being late, I heard some thunderous metallic clanging noises, as if metal sheets had been dropped somewhere? I had the CCTV on. So as to look for the Morrison driver, Gohar’s (they put the driver’s name on their email) arrival. But searching for the source of the mystery noises, I missed him and heard the intercom – so it was a good thing I was in the hallway at the time. More good luck, I can’t take much more of this! Hahaha!
The young man dropped off the carriers inside the door for me. He offered to take them through to the kitchen, but he was already late, so I declined the kind offer. Gave him last weeks carriers back, and off he went.
Fridge needing fooods
Freezer and others. Heck of a job making room!
I made another brew and got the garden peas shelled and into a saucepan in water and demerara sugar. I had to get down and empty and rearrange the freezer contents to get the new stuff in. Well, they had the Walls sausages at 50p off, and the triple-fried chips with 45p off! While I was shelling the peas, I know for sure, that at least eight peas were dropped or shot off somewhere. I only found two of them. Hey-Ho!
I decided that today, I would have the slightly aged ribs I found in the fridge, with some rice with BBQ flavouring, might put some hoisin sauce it with it, as well as some garden peas. The ribs looked very pink and had been in the freezer for ages, so I assume they would have been part-thawed from the time the geniuses who were doing the water sprinkler prep work, managed to blow all my power. I had to wait over eight hours for it to be put back on again. So now, typing this, I think I’ve changed my mind about risking eating the ribs. I won’t, I’ll throw then away now, so as not to be tempted. Back in a while.
Back to completing the graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw. This took me hours just to get enough Headers and Thought graphics for three days. But oddly, this didn’t bother me. What’s going on today? Have I gone loco? Contended? Me?
I got the meal chips cooking and warmed up the peas in the pan.
I went to check on the drier, and found a note had been posted through the letterbox. “Nottingham City Homes – Fire Alarm Test. Back in 6 months.” This concerned me a little. Had they not tried ringing at least one of the two door chimes outside. I do recall a lot of banging and clanging going on all around me, at the time they said they called? I checked the door chimes – both working fine! Mmm?
And the results from the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic. (I just love this name! Hehe!) With the best ever results! INR 3.3! Fantastic! So, no blood-giving next week, the next one is for Monday 19th August. Awaiting confirmation of either nurse or clinic to take the sample. But it will not arrive, I’m sure. It’ll mean staying in for the day again, just in case.
I moved the special tomatoes I had left, to a cooler spot for storing. The larger one is an Amaranth (reddish-rose) colour one, which I ate and enjoyed with the nosh.
The yellow mini and plum-shaped ones, did not taste too good, slightly bitter really, But, if I let them ripen a little, the taste may improve. The Mini ones are tangy but not sour tasting.
The rather large meal was prepped and served up. Bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips, crispy smoked streaky bacon, mini-cucumber slices, pork and cheese mini pork pie, slices of apple, tomatoes (including sliced Brandywine Pink), diced beetroot with onion, a Bacon filled brown Stottie, followed by a very naughty but delicious Limoncello! Rating: 9/10!
Washed the pots, and got the handwashing in soak.
Well, I settled down and pondered over the day, the almost Whoopsiedangleplop-free, Accifauxpas-free, No Ulnar nerve palsy dancing from the leg. No arm-shooting out! No toe stubbing. No falling, or tripping over, or walking into anything! No dizzy-spells. The Porcelain Throne evacuations were less bother and pain! No medical mayhem! What can I say? A fantastic day for me!
No nasty EQ warning messages of me going to pay for this later, either! Worrying!
02:12hrs. I woke up with the left ear-hole stinging away again! I think that is what made me wake up so often during the night, as well. I’d been laying in the £300, second-hand, c1968, repellently and repugnantly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner for about six hours. But got nowhere near that amount of time in sleeping. More sort of waking, stewing, mind-blast-damage-limitation controlling and wishing so much that the damned stabbing ear-ache would stop. I was undoubtedly in a rachitic condition corporeally.
Mentally, I was coping surprisingly well, for some reason. Even when the first thought regarding any reality, was that I must check the water leak in the kitchen’s old airing room, to see if it is getting any worse.
So, I extracted the increasing-in-weight body up, and hobbled into the kitchen with the stick and camera, to investigate the leak situation. It was about the same as yesterday, no one has got back to let me know what is causing it, or if I should do anything specific about it. So, I soaked up a lot of the water with the kitchen towels.
Then as I was filling the kettle, the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. Oh, dearie me! Things were back to the ‘Constipational Mode’ again! The evacuation was hard work, bloody, and painful. Tsk! Even the ear-ache stabbing and stinging got worse? Ululations!
Au Contraire I took the medications and made the brew of tea. On the computer to update and post the last blog. Within minutes, I required the Porcelain Throne again! An almost exact replica, a painful evacuation once more. But far less bleeding this time. Whimper!
Back to the blog updating, and…
The internet went down a few times, but only for a few seconds, a minute at most. Hello, you can tell someone is on Liberty-Global Virgin Internet can’t you – when they find themselves actually being happy that the connection only goes down now and then!
But, when I was on BT, they were just the same. I changed to Virgin Media when I moved into the flat. Only to find that after Virgin Media were bought by Liberty-Global, the prices shot up, and the service declined to a level, that is abysmal, pathetic and wretched! All I can do is to warn others, Do Not Go On Liberty-Global Virgin Internet; if you value your sanity and mental health!
By 04:30hrs, I’d got the updating finished. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Replied to a comment that had come in.
Then I took the very first wee-wee of the morning! I was making a brew of tea when the need arrived, and what a wee-wee it was. I can’t believe there is that much room to hold so much in my lasered bladder! It came and came… and came! The LDOP (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) release, almost filled the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) to a third-full! But it took some time, for it was not a blasting hose-pipe-like effort. But so persistent, there was no way I could stop it if I tried, and I did try. The best aspect was no pain with it at all. That was pleasant! Hehe!
I got the handwashing drying on the upright airer.
I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye, lightning from outside? I had a look through the unwanted, finger-flesh-tearing, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new kitchen window. No signs of any storm, or even brewing.
Then made an order for Morrisons. Hoping they will have some of the Special offer butter in stock, so I can order some for Jenny and Frank, after three days of their having none in stock.
The Best Butter on offer has now been removed from the site! Butter Works butter, the replacement at £1, and the new Meadow blend are now all out of stock as well! I think Morrison’s are struggling with and for goods, on and off of offer prices. Not good at all!
The morning had turned all blue!
Time to get the ablutions done now. So, off I go, hopefully for injury-free shaving, teeth-cleaning, medicalisationing and showering, and sock-glide battle session. Back in a bit, I hope!
The session was deformation, discomfiture, distress, and defacement free! A pleasure! Smug-Mode-Adopted! There were a few new unaccountable bruises. The pins had lost a lot of fluid. Nurse Ann had left her mark where she had taken the blood from. Hahaha!
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Got readied and out. Black bags to and in the chute on the way down. Out onto Chestnut Way, and the place looked a lot tidier, now most of the fencing had been removed. The grass looked eye-catching, but, whether it will be maintained, we don’t know.
I hobbled to the bus stop. Where a hearty chinwag was being enjoyed with Shirley, Doris, Malcolm, and others. Herbert arrived, that took the edge of off things enjoyment-wise. So as the others joined the queue, I wandered around greeting them. Laughter and chinwagging abounded, from nearly everyone. Caroline, from the top Care Home, arrived and cheered me up even further with great news of her exploits and plans.
Shirley told me where the new Obergruppenfhreress, Pole Dancer and Warden Deana and Sturmbannfhreress Catwalk Model, and Warden Julie’s new office was located, in Winwood Court, and how to get in. There is code, so we have to press a button for access, that is, if anyone is there at the time, to let us in. I’ll try on the way home, to find out what is happening with the water leak, situation.
The buses arrived, and I had chinwag on the way down the hill. Everyone but Caroline got off at Sherwood, Mansfield Road. I went up to the restaurant. Said my farewells and best wishes to Caroline, and got off on Edwards Lane. A short limp back to and over Mansfield Road, and a hobble along Elmswood Gardens, and to the Sherwood Health Clinic.
I got in and went to the young receptionist who saw me (I thought, a fortnight ago), and asked her if I could book a toe treatment session. With a lovely expression that shouted-out “Oh the poor old fool!”, she told me I was here a week ago, not two weeks! I have to come back next week to book the appointment! Oh, I did feel a right Schmuck! I really thought it had been two weeks since I had called. With a slightly red-faced, and a polite, “Oh sorry!” I departed.
I later found this old photograph, not a good one, but it does show the tops of my beloved Winwood Heights, Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts, as they used to look, behind the Health Centre. Oh, it would be so lovely to have a path directly to it from the flats. When they had intercoms that worked, carpets and furniture that were not destroyed by the plasterer’s Balconies that we loved, windows we could see through and clean easily, with no metal spring clip openers that need pushing and pulling at the same time, that results in many of us losing chunks of our fingers. It was far less distance for the Woodthorpe tenants to walk for the bus, I could hear the fire alarm when it activated. When we had heaters, that didn’t require a maths degree to understand. Have new heaters that were fitted too near the cupboards for me to open them. Then moved, leaving a hole in the floor and wall, that needed repairing, a costly job, not yet done. Before I was diagnosed with Peripheral neuralgia, Peroneal nerve palsy, and then CIDP. Next, the Stroke. Yes, life was so much less hassle and stress two and a half years ago, before the starting of the upgrading. I put many ailments down to these workings. But I am wandering off track here, sorry.
Having made myself look a right fool again at the Health Centre, I had the time before the bus home, so I had a wander down to the Wilko store. I came out £8.45 lighter, with Fairy washing up liquid, Ylam fabric conditioner, bleach, small bin bags and liquid soap-flakes for the handwashing.
I thought I’d treat the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens, Deana, and Julie to a cream cake, and have one myself too. I called in the Birds cake shop and got a box of three. Then I had a nosey around the Mind Charity but came out with nothing.
All the upheaval of the upgrading, especially with so many problems to cope with, from unhappy residents, constant hassle, must be driving Deana and Julie around the bend. So it’s nice to give them a treat now and then.
Then up to the bus stop. Had a chinwag while waiting for the bus. We were soon back homes at Winwood Court. I had a few words with the folks getting on the bus, Cyndy and May I think. Then I spoke with Mo, who told me how to get inside the Winwood Court. Off I plodded, and luckily someone was coming out as I got there, so let me in. Julie was in the office. But she didn’t know anything about the water leak, Julie was out now trying to sort things out. The cakes were left, a laugh had, and off I went back to Woodthorpe Court. Deana was outside talking to a lady about to drive off, so I waited until they had finished, then asked her about the flood situation. She was still trying to sort it out, but the man in one of the flats was out, as she spoke, the man appeared on his way back. Deana went to talk with him. I asked her to keep me informed, please. But I don’t think she heard me as she shot off towards the man.
I went up and got back in the apartment. I took this photograph, for no other reason than my love of these houses.
I got the purchases put away, and put some tomatoes in the saucepan, and got the oven warming up ready to do the sausages in, and a baguette prepared to go in the kiln with them. I put the naughty, but so tasty looking cream cake in the fridge, to retrieved later, providing I remember it’s there. Haha!
I took this picture of one of the agricultural gardeners on his little flat-backed electric lorry. This made me consider going to Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House this weekend if I get a chance. Mind you, I wasn’t too keen after remembering the hour it took me to clean the trolley wheels after my last visit.
So, I might give it a miss after all. Haha!
I made a start on updating this blog for about an hour, and a Nottingham City Homes chap pressed the chimes on the door, I thought it might be Deana. He said he’s come to investigate the leak. Within three minutes, he’d found the problem. The overflow pipe from the big water tank had come loose. He lifted the top of the cubby-hole, and the water poured out down the walls. Another two minutes and he’s refitted the connection to the pipe. “That’s you sorted, but I’ll send a plumber to put in a new shut-off valve.” I think that’s what he said. Might be tomorrow. He explained the problem quickly and clearly to me. And off he went to check on the flat below.
I did as much Facebooking as I could to catch up.
Extremely tired for no reason. Oh, yes! Lack of sleep! Hehe!
Got the nosh prepared and served up earlier than usual. Chopped tomatoes with added juice and basil. Two cheapo Asda (Walmart) baguettes. They were cooked for four minutes more than it recommended, but they were still undercooked in the middle. A shame. But it saved me overeating, at least. Huh! Taste-Rating: 5/10.
Washed the pots, then I got the handwashing done, and hung to dry.
The sky almost lit up with light. The clouds looked practically painted on.
But, I could not free myself, and an EQ sent feeling, of corrupt or big news, or event being imminent!
Got settled to watch some Heartbeat DVD. Didn’t get any further than the introductory tune finishing. Zzzz!
I got Josie’s meal going, at least the potatoes on the boil.
Back to trying, or more like praying, the computer failings and faults will have been rectified after my bemused bumbling about not knowing what the hell I was doing or why things had gone so wrong – and ended up restarting the computer.
I noticed as I glanced down at my legs, it appeared that the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. They lie hidden somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, had revisited me! This time to tattoo the legs with more spider-veins, print some more blood papsule, etc. a bruise or two, a few added spots on my legs? Hehe!
I opened Firefox, and it let me get this far, anyway, without the odd not understandable to me messages about changing various drivers to continue using this computer, and self-crashing websites.
I Pray for things to stay this way – working!
I went in to check on Josie’s potatoes in the pan. The handle on the lid fell to pieces as I lifted it off the saucepan.
Then I spilt boiling water over the stove, but managed to avoid getting any on my body! Lucky, there! Got it cleaned up.
Then second the challenge of the day. I bits would not fit together again. However, I kept a lid that does not match any pan, other than one I burnt and ruined a month ago. Then I cunningly took the screw-in-handle off of that one, and put it onto the bigger lidless lid! Now my being as much use as a whipped-cream jet engine, to DIYing. This took me a while to sort out and get done.
Eventually, I partially succeeded! There wasn’t too much blood loss. I blame the wobbling shaking hand and fingers (Even though, they were not playing up at the time – Hehehe!) And the screwdrivers. Humph!
Back to the computer, which was not playing up. Thank You, God! And got on with updating this blog for a while.
Then, it was time for me to get the late ablutions done. A wee-wee beforehand proved to be of the DTAO (Dribbling-tinkling-all-over) variety. I have to remember to take two samples with me in the vials tomorrow, for two of the three nurses appointments.
I shall put the computer into sleep mode, and return later folks! (I hope).
The shave, shower, and sh… Porcelain Throne Session was not one of the easiest I’ve ever had:
Shaving cuts.
Dropped a disinfectant bottle, shaving-foam, razor, soap, and toilet cleaner bottle!
Clouted head on the wall bar in the shower. As the right leg did a combined version of a one-minute waltz and Neuropathic Schuhplattler.
Bruises from the sock-glide battle.
Stubbed my toe.
And got bescumbered while on the throne.
I concentrated on Josie’s meal preparation. The photo I took of it, joined the realms of the so many mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and disappeared from the SD card, off into the ether?
I delivered the tray of fodder to Josie’s door and left her to eat it while it was still warm. Back to the flea-pit, and set about doing my nosh.
Just taking the potatoes out from the oven, and Sister Jane rang on the landline. I felt terrible having to cut her off so quickly but explained why. I was worried I might have left something in the kitchen in a dangerous state. Hot oven door open, pan of peas still in saucepan boiling, that sort of thing. I’ll try to ring her tomorrow, although it might not get done, with all the medical appointments to attend to.
The meal ended up with mixed results.
The ham was a bit pongy when I got it near the mouth, so I threw it away. The pork pie had gone all soft and watery, so I threw it away. Those mini-tomatoes were bitter, but I ate a few of them. The apple slices were dry and bland tasting. The imitation ball-bearing-like constituency, solid-as-a-rock, beetroots were beyond tasteless!
On the plus side, the cheesy potatoes and garden peas with balsamic vinegar were delightful! Overall Flavour-Rating… 3/10, Humph!
I fell asleep after eating what bit I did of the fodder. I’d left the door unlocked in case Josie called. Which as I was waking up, she did, bless her. Josie was returning the plate and cutlery and tray: all washed up for me. I felt well-cheered up when she said how much she’d enjoyed the dinner.
The left earhole has been giving me shooting, stabbing pains all day, and they seemed to be affecting me more frequently now.
The day’s stresses got to me, and all spirit dissipated into the ether. Which was stopping me getting to sleep! I thought I’d mention this to the nurse in the morning, but they will not do anything, other than the usual unctuous, ‘Book an appointment with the Doctor.’ Which can take up to a three-week wait; by then, the stabbing pains may have stopped? Feh!
Other worries floated into the grey-cell area, everything I think. From the EU and Brexit, 1950-60s music, dream analysationing, global warming… Oh dear. What a right, Nebkh!
I ended up watching some Gordon (verbal-ventilator) Ramsay Hells Kitchen programmes. I say viewing, I spent more time nodding-off and washing up than watching. Shlimazel!
My beloved pets ♥
Monday 5th August 2019
Lao: ວັນຈັນທີ 5 ສິງຫາ 2019
01:50hrs. When I woke up, it felt like the mind had been fretting all night, and was still in the middle of considering, fearing and without a clue of how to solve the problems. The stabbing new ear-ache, computer difficulties, four medical appointments for today, the wee-wee discolouration, samples to be taken with me to the surgery, contraindications in the prescriptions, shopping to get done, will Morrison’s have any special-offer butter on sale yet? I felt so bewildered for a moment or two. Indeed, I am a self-ructabunde, shlimazel!
But, the need for the Porcelain Throne, demolished my self-pitying and gave me an immediate challenge of a different nature. Will I get to the Throne in time?
I fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, horrendously depressing beige-coloured, sometimes working – others not, ramshackle, c1968, rusty, rickety, recliner; Clouting my shin as I did so on the corner of the Ottoman. The ear-ache stabbing pains giving me a savage, unsettling time, too! Notwithstanding, the Throne session, apart from a fair bit of bleeding, was the best one I’ve had in months!
To the kitchen, where I forgot all about the drinking of only cold water instructions on the CDH appointment letter. But I stopped myself just as I was about to take my first sip of the tea! Phew! But it was not easy, resisting the brew! I got the sample-tube out ready for when the next wee-wee arrives.
I got onto updating the blog. After an hour or two, the need for a wee-wee arrived. I got the sample-vial, and managed to get some urine into the tube and sealed, writing the details on it after filling it. The liquid looked a bit cloudy this morning? Back to updating this post.
I nearly forgot about the fasting and went to make a brew, I even got the kettle on and the cornflake box down from the top of the cabinet. But when I saw the vial on the counter, I stopped myself in time. So made do with the spring water bottle. It’s just not the same as a mug of tea, is it? Tsk! And why is it, I always fancy some breakfast, which I rarely have, on a fasting day? Tsk!
I visited the WordPress reader section.
Ablutions performed. Not cuts, not a single one while shaving! Only dropped one thing, the body spray can! No more new bruises from the sock-glide! Expression of Smugness Adopted!
08:00hrs, bin bags put down the chute. Then I readied tackle, paperwork, medical needs, etc. gathered. Off out to Lidl to get the shopping first, then the doctors for the appointments. I took some empty food jars with me, to be placed in the green bin.
An enforced paradigm shift in plans took place:
I was going down in the lift when I realised I had not got the camera with me.
Back up to the flat and collected the camera.
Down in the lift again, and realised I still got the reading glasses on.
Back up to the flat and swapped spectacles.
Down to take a photograph, and outside to put the glass in the recycling bin. But the camera told me the SD card was in the locked position.
A check of it revealed that the locking bit on the card had come off altogether!
Back up yet again to the apartment.
Got a spare old SD, put it in the Canon.
Down at last with hopes of taking a photo.
I was well pee’d off with myself now! My planning time-wise had gone to pot, and I had to get a move-on, so as to be able to get to Lidl to get the fodder, before going to the surgery.
The recycling bags, although not having any food inside, may still tempt the rats to have a bite through to check them out? I wouldn’t have thought so, but people have told me not to put even the recyclable bags out.
I got the brolly up and started on the hobble to the surgery.
The same Mercedes van that has caused Len to come off of his Motability scooter two weeks ago. And everyone to have to go on the road to get by, because it has been parked so far on the pavement, is still in the same spot and position.
I surprised myself with the pace I was travelling. Especially with the brolly in one hand, and trying to control the downhill-hating wheel-wheeler trolley.
By gum, I was moving well!
Up and over the hill, and down into Carrington in what seemed no time.
The rain continued to pour, with the odd heavy spells.
I got into Carrington as the rain was getting more moderate and I went into the Lidl store. I had to get some help in finding the cheesy-cobs input button. I came out £12.87 lighter. With some biscuits, each one a luxury. Contrition-Mode-Adopted! Chocolate shortcake, Speculoos Biscuits, a bag of cheese curls, Yoghourt, and chocolate-covered rice cakes… Self-Condemnation-Moment-Adopted! Lemon mousses, a ready-made BLT sandwich, Mini-cucumbers, Beetroot salad. A beef pie, and the two Cheese Twists.
The rain had gone down to the sprinkling when I left the store, to walk up the hill to the Sherrington Park Surgery.
Avoiding a Nottingham Pavement Cyclistess en route.
I logged in at the surgery reception, and the city nurse saw me straight away. It took all of five minutes at most. Just questions and answers?
Back to the waiting area, and I saw a sign about the Cancer checks, this made me remember, I had not yet called or told anyone about my super-cock-up in posting an empty envelope and no samples back to them! I asked the receptionist, who told me to ask the nurse what to do.
I sat down and waited. Nurse Ann commanded me to follow her to the treatment room. Which, naturally, I did!
She asked about the INR blood taking, and I told her the nurse was calling today at 10:00hrs to take it. “Why! I can take it!” She disappeared and returned to take the blood samples and do the CHD checks and questions. She’d rang whoever, to tell them to cancel the nurse’s visit. This saves us money! I was told. I bravely said to her that there were three other patients she visits in the flats on a Monday, anyway! But she just carried on asking questions. She had taken the blood from the left arm, despite my meek and weakly telling her about the right arm being the usual one. She found the vein and took the blood. She left me with my Peripheral Neuralgia affected shaking right hand, holding the cotton wool in position. We spoke (the questions) topics, included the stroke, the INR Warfarin levels not being good enough, and the Duodenal Ulcer. No mention of the neuralgia, until she asked about any falls, and I told her about the falling over when getting off of the bus in Arnold. “Why?” I told her, and the subject changed to what foods was I eating. I thanked her and departed back to the waiting area. After a while, a receptionist asked why I was waiting there, did the nurse need to see you again. No, I said, I’m waiting for the Stroke rehabilitation nurse to see me. I discovered that she had been cancelled. I thanked the lady and went out into the drizzle, slightly disoriented. Hehe!
As I hobbled up the incline on Mansfield Road, I think I may have met the World Champion Wobbly Pavement Cyclist. Hehe!
Up and over the hill, down into Sherwood.
Another Nottnghamian Pavement cyclist came from behind and received a word or two of condemnation from me, as he flew by and off down the hill!
A little further down the road, I noticed that the Fat Cat diner that had closed over a year ago, had been bought by a company called Tipu Sultan – Majestic Dining had purchased the premises. When I got home later, I looked them up. They have Indian, Afghanistani, Pakistani, Turkish and other such restaurants throughout the Midlands. Google produced some of the food meals one can get at this Indian one.
As it looked today
A little further down the hill, I called in the International Food Store. To have a nosey around in search of some of the lemon cakes. But found none. I did get some lemon biscuits, asparagus, fancy tomatoes, one of each. That cheered the lady on the checkout up a lot, Not! I paid their extortionate prices, thanked her, and out on my way for a hobble up the dreaded Winchester Street Hill, to the flats.
I really did amaze myself at how I kept plodding on, up one of the steepest hills in Nottingham. I had to clean the wheels of the trolley before I could take it indoors, but I’d had taken a kitchen roll with me, for doing the job.
Within minutes of getting in the flat, the rain had cleared, and the sun came through occasionally.
Then the skies became all summery, and things brightened up in the sky.
As I got the nosh started, the feet and legs began to ache something awful. My own fault!
I stripped off down to the PP’s for comfort.
The meal was a good one. BLT sarnie, cheese twists, chips, tomatoes, mini-cucumber, garden peas, and beetroot, followed with a Scicilian lemon mousse.
As I was just about to get up to wash the pots, the door chime rang out. By the time I got stood up, there in my PP’s and nowt else, there stood Obersturmbannfhreress Warden Deana who’d walked in!
The flat below me had got water flooding through from my kitchen! Deana had a look, She found mystery build-up of water underneath the old airer cupboard.
I thought it had at one time been over the dor lip, judging by the marks on the edging?
She asked if I would be in for the rest of the day, in case plumbers need access. I told her I would be. Deana left to investigate another flat on the next floor. (Herbert’s?) I heard nothing from Deana for the rest of the day, but I hope she has got it sorted. It’s worrying having water leaks from where there are no pipes! Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife!
So, I needed to try and stay awake late again, just if anyone required access.
The afternoon come evening was so bright now after the rain had stopped – after I had just got in the flat earlier!
Just one more reason for my being such an expert Shlimazel!
The phone burst forth with its red light flashing. I was the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit (what a mouthful, Hehe!), calling. The six-monthly follow-up. She asked if I am still taking the Warfarin later in the day, and I told her I was. She was pleased with how things were going in controlling the INR level. Which confused me, my being informed this was not being controlled, earlier at the surgery? She would call me again in six-months time.
I could stay awake no longer. I checked that no messages had been put through the letterbox about the water leak enigma.
Of course, as usual for recent days, sleep did not come. I thought it would with the walking and getting soaked, both ways to the surgery and up the hill. Tsk!
01:35hrs. Woke up, to find the stomach ache and queasiness still with me. No sooner had I recognised this fact, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Almost spritely, I was out of the £300, second-hand, horrendously beige-coloured, tatty, battered, often not working, c1968, rickety, rusty recliner. Grabbed the stick and made my way, wobbly, to the wet room.
A sharp pain was felt in the lower shin area of the right leg, but this did not stop it from trying to dance a Neuropathic Schuhplattler, as I entered the room! The pain continued. A sort of crampish, dull ache with moments of stinging? But, the dancing was all over in seconds. (Phew!) The evacuation replaced other worries. Gawd blimey, an extremely messy and pongy affair! But, there was no bleeding. An awfully long time and a lot of effort were needed in cleaning the porcelain and myself up afterwards! Tsk!
I still felt a little unsteady on the pins, and relieving myself, had not eased the innards at all. To the kitchen, and I was amazed to see some handwashing soaking in the bowl. Blown if I can remember doing any! Got the kettle on, and rinsed the t-shirt and socks, got them on the airer.
I pondered on the needs of the day:
Josie’s cheesy potato and smoked mackerel meal to prepare for a twelve o’clock delivery.
Ready the needs for the surgery tests in the morning. Medication list, a sample of urine.
Update the record of my daily-moods for the Doctor S K Raghunathan.
Make a note to leave for the Phlebotomy nurse, advising her of my possible delay at the surgery, might make me late getting home. (Oh, dearie me!)
Check and take-in, all medical appointments for the week.
More Templates, Page-top, and Thoughts graphics need creating.
The Axonotmesis driven right leg began to try doing another Neuropathic Schuhplattler, come, the Stomp, dancing. Again, it gave up after only a minute or so. But it seemed more active this morning. I don’t suppose it will help, but I lathered the leg with the Phorpain Pain Gel, anyway. Then took the morning medications (No need of any Senna or Movicol, judging by the evacuation I’d suffered, I mean taken. Haha!), and made a mug of tea.
I got onto updating the Saturday blog. Not a good day yesterday, I hoped that today would be betterer. It took me only about three hours to complete the diary, and get it posted off to WordPress. The hands and fingers were calm this morning. So progress was good.
For some unrecognised mysterious reason, I seemed to feel (Just a little bit, mind!) somewhat motivated and hopeful this morning? This, despite the dancing leg and rumbling aching innards!
As I went on CorelDraw, to do the needed graphics, the shoulder started its aggressive shuffling, shaking, hutching and quivering movements. This put me in a lower state of contentment straight away. For trying to work on graphics on the art package, is nigh-on impossible with the arm destroying the work in one wild nudge! But, I persisted. (Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, where am I getting this determination from?)
Then, my spirits, sank a little further…
I can see my recent uplift in moral is about to dwindle, plummet, recede further, take a nosedive or die! Grumph!
Really bad now. The sites keep crashing on Firefox, then Firefox itself crashed. Oh, Shit! It did this three times, on the fourth reset, it seems to be working again. I’d hate to loose all the graphic work I’m doing, oh, dear me!
Export Driver failed message.
This could be my last communication with you. All presets on Coreldraw and WordPress have gone back to default!
I shall try to post this blog early, in case it all goes tits-up.
23:30hrs; I woke in need of a wee-wee. The general performance in getting out of the £300, c1968, mind-blowingly crude beige-coloured, rickety recliner, was more comfortable than it has been for months. The ailments must have still been asleep! Haha! So good and pain-free was I, that I didn’t use the stick to get to the grey plastic wee-wee bucket at all!
However, unfortunately, the passing was of the UWBUS (Ultra-Weak-But-Uncontrollable-Sprinkly) version. I think I prefer the power-blast type, at least I know when things are finished. Hence, the first job was to clean and sanitise the bucket and me and change my PP’s. (Disesteem-Mode-Engaged!)
It felt very nippy this morning. The new unwanted kitchen windows were steamed up inside and moist on the outside? I put the dressing gown on.
I moved the hanging handwashing to the stand-up airer.
Then the need for another wee-wee arrived. Aha, I was cunning. I decided to use the sit-upon Throne this time. But things were not the same as the last wee-wee. (I should be so lucky!) This was an ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee. The blast-back soaked things that should not have been soaked! I had to clean up the floor, cabinets, sink and myself! Such was the force of the spraying! How things can change like this, is beyond my understanding? Bending down did me no good, and started Anne Gyna off. Galumph! But, it did make me aware that the stomach had bloated a lot overnight, and had gained a few extra marks. There appear to be some new spots taking hold as well. At the bottom of the heart op scars. It could have been how I was laying in the gungy rusty-recliner, perhaps?
I retrieved the hemadynamometer from the medical drawer and failed three times to get the machine to operate. Got it to go on the fourth attempt, though, and with fair results again too. Sia 142, Dia 72, Pulse 86.
However, the body temperature was still very low, I thought, at 34°c. I must mention this on Monday when I go to the surgery for the annual CHD test, the extra CBC and the Lipid assessment test. A Shame that Lipid can’t be quoted in an acronym form, I could have made a hat-trick there! Hahaha!
That got me thinking, where the term hat-trick came from. So I looked it up on Google: The term originated in cricket during 1879, where it refers to three wickets taken by a bowler in three consecutive balls, traditionally rewarded with the presentation of a hat. No charge for this information! Financial Donations gladly accepted, though. Hehehe!
I made a start on the updating of the Friday post. It was a long slog, with the finger ends playing up and not recording anything they touched to the brain! Then…
Making progress decelerated even more! The damned operation of updating and getting it posted off to WordPress, took me over five hours! It was daylight by the time I’d completed it! Misty in the distance mind.
Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet then decided it would start to die occasionally on me! Progress fluctuated between a dead stop, and frustratingly sluggish! Ah, it’s weekend again! See how clever I was to spot that? Sad really!
I tried doing a defrag on Norton, they now call it a clean-up apparently. It performed this in about three seconds? Then I tried uploading another photo on WordPress. But no luck, it wouldn’t/didn’t have it. Oh, Globstagglefunk!
I looked up how to do a defrag. Chose all three drive options, including the massive old external Passport drive I use, and it started defragging. The first two drives took all of three seconds to do. The Passport cleaning was about ten minutes. As I recall from years ago, the defragging took ages and yonks?
I tried uploading the photo again. It took it but struggled, and it cost about five minutes to go on.
Hello, the Porcelain Throne beckons. Back in a bit…
Well, that was different, in the extreme! The first shock that tool some comprehending was the lack of pain. Then the softness. Then the flow stopping with what was obviously a lot more to come yet? I expect to be trotting back to the Throne again soon.
Washing my hands after the evacuation of sorts, and the right arm had a mini-session of directing an orchestra! It was over within 30 seconds and back to normal as it can be. But I still had to dry the floor and my torso and legs of the splashed water from the sink. Ah, well!
I was doing alright, really. With the computer, Virgin Media Internet, no one to socialise with, the leg and arm playing up, and the Throne changes; I feel I’m doing satisfactorily in the megrims and endogenous depression departments. I hope the computer problems don’t get too much and beyond me, that would do me no good!
I was doing well with the aberrancies, instabilities, Whoopsiedangleplops, annoyances and vagaries of the day, I thought.
Then, out of the blue, came an alarming weariness and a general, but definite disequilibriumness. A vertiginousness, a wooziness, that took over the body and mind. I don’t mind telling you, it shook me up, coming on so suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye.
I sat still in the chair for ten minutes to recover, but this didn’t work. I assumed lack of food for so long might be part of the cause, and got the fodder cooked prepared and served up. (Bulimia?)
I made the easiest to cook meal that I could. The vegetarian chilli, and heated the last sourdough bread. Another worrying factor to consider, was, is my abstemiousness for food on the wane?
Half-way through the nosh, I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. A failure, though, all wind. Washed and returned to the meal, the, oh, so too big a bowl of, of Soulful pulled jackfruit, smokey BBQ chilli with beans. ‘A scrumptious chunky chilli with chipotle and pumpkin seeds’ – with the black bean sauce and orange tomatoes that I had added to it. Could this be comfort eating?
I finished the, to me, delectable, delicious, dinner. After I’d washed the pots and took the evening medications, I still felt unsteady, weak, and so tired now.
But sleep refused to come. My mind, sort of went into a lull, pause, or respite mode. I put on the TV, but didn’t even watch it properly, it was just company of sorts, while the mind stewed in turmoil, and the stomach stung, and Anne Gyna stabbed away at me.
I gave up on sleeping. I’ve no idea why, but I got up and went to the balcony, and took a shot of the evening sky through the windows.
The odd tap-tapping noise started again. It might have been pipework perhaps?
Off I trudged to the Porcelain Throne once more. Aha! Movement. Sloppy and messy, a little bleeding, and not a lot of evacuated material this time.
A good wash then did the teggies, and back to the second-hand, £300, c1968, horrendous beige-coloured, tatty, rickety recliner, determined to get some sleep.
Huh! I lay there for over an hour or so before the blessed kip arrived. But during this time, the tummy and Anne Gyna both calmed down.
22:15hrs. I gave up trying to get any sleep. I dismounted the £300 second-hand, c1968, sickly-beige, often not working, rickety-recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick and off to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). I was caught unawares as it turned out to be an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. Trying to work out when, or if, it had stopped, was a risky affair. Hehehe!
To the kitchen with the bucket, for cleaning and disinfecting. Despite the lengthy evacuation, and using the bucket a few times earlier, there was very little content in it.
– I was filling the kettle when the leg started to burst into one of its dancing routines. As Tim Price put it: “Come on leggies let’s do the locomotion. Then the hokey pokey, and a one-note samba!” Hehehe! It only lasted a few seconds, a minute at most. But what a pickle I got myself into! An excellent blooming job the water was cold, as it spilt onto the floor, via my legs and the left foot. I grabbed the counter as the stick was going along with the leg, and knocked the medication box onto the floor. Which opened up, and I now have several unusable wet tablets to sort out! It could have been a lot worse!
I cleaned up me, and the kitchen, and sorted some morning tablets out, and took them. Then got the health checks taken. Another good set of results. Although the same as the last three or four days, the body temperature was a bit low at 34°c. I’ll check on the range it should be now, cause I keep forgetting to do it. Back in a bit!
I found it. Google: Adults over age 70. In older adults, the average body temperature is lower than 98.6°F (36.2°C). Well, that’s as clear as mud! Tsk!
I took the tea to the computer to make a start on updating yesterday’s blog. But had to do a volte-face, as the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived urgently (I thought). With the Movocol working so well on Thursday and having taken another last night, I thought I’d better not risk any delay! Well fancy-schmancy. Back to rock-hard, reluctant and rather painful mode! When things eventually moved, I was close to calling for help by pressing my wristlet-alarm! I had a proper cleansing and ointmenting session, as things had gotten somewhat imbrued. Another wash-up, and back to the medical drawer. I got a sachet of the Movicol and mixed and downed a cup of it, and took a Senna at the same time. Oh, ‘eck!
I got the hand-washed last night, bamboo socks onto the stand-up airer. I left the t-shirt hanging up.
Back to the computer. A good few photographs to add, which delayed things a little, but the CIDP was all calm, bar the jiggling shoulder. About three and a half hours later, it had been sorted, posted to WordPress… and I needed another Porcelain Throne visitation to be made!
Aha, a much more relaxed affair this time. Mind you, if the last one had not been such agony, I might have thought this one was. Do I make sense there?
The wee-wees had seemingly dried up. I’ve not needed one for four hours now!
I thought I’d check on Morrison’s to see if they have any of the Special Offer butter in stock yet.
No luck, Grumph! Sorry, Jenny.
I made plans to go to the City Centre today, to have a photographicalisationing walkabout.
So, I got the ablutionalisation done. No shaving cuts whatsoever, and only two dropsies, one the pain gel tube, the other, the body spray can. Smugness Reigned!
Black bins to the waste chute, all dressed and smelling nice now, Hehe! I got the three-wheeler and set out to the bus stop.
I could see a gang of residents waiting at the bus stop as I walked along Chestnut Way, but didn’t take a picture, as I recognised one of them who doesn’t like to be photographed. Fair enough. I took what I thought was a different angle shot of Winchester Court, and a shot of the front of the new, soon to be occupied, Winwood Court. I may not be a fan of some of the new balconies, windows, heaters, failed intercom system, but I love the colour scheme on both courts.
I had a listen to the others chinwagging for a while. The City-bound L9 arrived, and Marie insisted on my getting on ahead of the others. Guiltily, I did so. But this gesture ensured I got the only semi-comfortable side-saddle seat on the bus. Nice! I got off the bus on Queen Street and walked down to the Slab Square.
The square looked a right mess.
I walked along Long Row and around the back of the council house, then through the famously expensive, abandoned, full-of overpriced rental retailers, closed down shops and customer-free, Arcade Walk.
Photos below, of the amble around the Council House.
Staff testing the childrens ride pre-opening. Long Row
South Parade - Cyclist weaving dangerously around pedestrians!
South Parade view of Slab Square
South Parade view of Slab Square
South Parade: Obstacle Course for pedestrians!
As I got to the end of South Parade, a young lady Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, all but clouted into me, as she went by me far to close for comfort. By the time I’d got the camera out, she had to bt zoom-shotted (I like that phrase? Hehe!) as she continued to threaten other pedestrians. Note the adorable tattoo decorations on the young lady in black, legs!
I turned into Wheeler Gate, and approached the Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farms pork pies, Shebert saucers and to see if they had any fresh bread available.
The drivers at the taxi rank were chatting away in what I think was Pakistani.
I got into the store, and made for the fridges and found some Pork Farms pork pies, two went into my basket.
Then, they fell out again, as the CIDN arm did an unstoppable but impressive Nazi salute. The ladies behind me screamed and moved away in haste, and as I late found out, they went to tell a member of staff about my dangerous actions. Oh, dearie me! It is only the third time the arm has ever done this. I then failed to find any sherberts or bread. But, I did get some Orange club biscuits, Cheeslets, Twiglets, a BLT sandwich and a Bar for the social-hour nibble box.
As I went into the self-serve area, a lady came to me and did all the work of putting the stuff through for me. This was when she told me about the two ladies complaining to her about my arm actions and dropping the basket, pies etc. on the floor. Luckily, this kind lady knows of my ‘Issues’ with my right side limbs movements. Several weeks ago, in the same store, the arm did its shooting out and up while I was at the tills then. This is why the lady came to me today, so kindly, to help me. The lady didn’t say what she said to the women. I thanked her for her help, and as I was exiting the shop, the two ladies approached me and asked if I was alright. So whatever the Poundland assistant told them, it had hit home. This restored some faith in humanity in me. I shall inform Poundland by Email, thanking the lady and praising her actions. It’s no good just moaning about things. When they go right, it is nice to be able to thank people properly.
I had a hobble around, taking some photographicalisations, before making my way to the bus stop.
Debenhams dying Store, Long Row
Councill House from South Parade
Messy, Slab Square
Street Art in Slab Square
Upper Parliament Street
Upper Parliament Street
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I got to the bus stop on Queen Street, and soon after Marie and Malcolm from Woodthorpe Court joined me. I like the reflectionisationing of Marie in the shining bus stop. It makes it look as if she has two trolleys and had lost weight. Hehehe!
Marie and I were having a chinwag and laugh, but the 11:05hr L9 bus did not arrive! We went a stop down the hill and caught the 40 bus. An even more uncomfortable route than the L9 on this trip. So many hills and speed bumps to go over. As we approached our stop, which was on one of the steeping bus route hills in Nottingham, Marie kindly warned me not to try and get up until the bus had stopped.
All three of us alighted, crossed over sensibly using the little central island, and made our way back to the flats down the hill. Marie and Malcolm gained speed and left me behind. Hehe!
By the time I caught up with them, and only because they had stopped in the lobby for a chinwag with Cyndy, Mo and Doris, I joined in with a hello there! Obviously, Marie and I were either in need of the WC, was hungry, wanted a kip or a mug of tea, so we departed and had a bit of a wait for the elevator to arrive, but had a natter and laugh while we waited. Farewells on the 7th floor, and I was soon back home. Tired, but contended. Some great nattering session enjoyed today, they made me feel almost normal. Haha!
I got the food out of the three-wheeled trolley and onto the counter.
The orange club biscuits that I had bought for nibbles may well end up being for just me. I took two out to have as a dessert with the nosh late. Guilt-Mode dawned!
The meal of the day plans was evident by the purchases. The BLT sarnie and pork pie had some beetroot, cheeses, apple and tomatoes added to them, while the delicious Asda bacon fried chips were cooking, and boy, were they scrumptious! Apart from the Asda cooked beetroots, that were the consistency of an Australian Buloke tree wood, this was an unalloyed, veritable feast!
A deserving, despite the Asda beetroot, a 9.2/10 flavour rating! I ate it slowly, masticating as much as my shortage of teeth would allow me to, every mouthful!
The pot of jelly and custard took me back to my young days, it was unstimulating, wishy-washy, bland and awful! Just like my youthful days were. Thankfully, at the time, I was ignorant of proper food being available. But when Dad sent me out to get the week’s shopping with 2/6d (12.5p), how could I be aware? Haha!
I did the washing up, then got the handwashing done. Leaving it in the bowl to soak overnight.
Thankfully, my plans to watch some TV were destroyed – by the heaven-sent sleep arriving!
02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.
Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!
As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!)
Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages.
I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.
Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed a healthy 25°c – 74°f,
I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem!
Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.
Life is always messy, innit? Haha!
I got the Computer on – and more Windows updates came in! Then, as I started working on the updating process…
I got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.
I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!
I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site.
I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?
Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.
All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well!
I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.
The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!
I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at the end of the alley.
Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.
A most curious, but I hope curiously, an unusual event happened then. I was watching some little black and red insects, who were buzzing around some pink flowers on the garden hedge. And I actually watched closely while on the whatever-they-were, stung me on my right index-finger-end. And felt nothing! No pain whatsoever. The bite or sting-thing was swelling up and turned bright red! Only a tiny area mind, about the size of the pinhead. I haven’t felt any discomfort at all. Hence, this is the first time I’ve found a benefit of being diagnosed with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy and Peripheral neuralgia) The nerve damage must have failed to get the message to the brain, that I’d just been stung? There is probably a more logical answer, but I like mine better. Hahaha! I must remember to ask my mate, Lynton Cox what he thinks. He’s a bit of a genius on these things.
For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!
I got in the centre and to the receptionist, the same one who told me to call back this week. I gave her my NHS details. She rang the departed needed and spoke for a good while. I could not hear what was being said until she finished and came to the counter window. To tell me they have not made up the lists yet. “If you call again in two weeks, I can make you an appointment!” Precisely the same statement she made two weeks ago, that was why I was there! Hey-ho! I thanked her (again), and left, feeling a little less hopeful this time. I walked into Sherwood, with plenty of time to kill, before I could use the bus pass. So, being a tight-wad, I had a walk around the shops.
I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!
When I got to the bus stop on the other side of the road, a naughty, ignorant git of a Pavement Cyclist came flying down the hill on the footpath.
He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!
I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.
I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.
A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.
Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.
Chestnut Way - busy
Chestnut Way - busy
Chestnut Way - busy
Chestnut Way - busy
While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.
Residential dwellings locally
Residential dwellings locally
Residential dwellings locally
Residential dwellings locally
Residential dwellings locally
I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.
When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!
Promised Precipitation
Promised Precipitation
Promised Precipitation
Promised Precipitation
Promised Precipitation
I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.
An hour later, and things had changed back again!
I was gob-smacked at this.
I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?
I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days). I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.
Took the medications. Cooking finished.
The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!
I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!
As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes.
The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?
02:00hrs. I woke in need of what I believed was an urgent wee-wee! Out of the rickety, £300, second-hand, unsightly, frayed, grotty-beige coloured recliner, got up, caught my balance and utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It felt cold this morning, proper nippy.
Where I remained for a while, doing my best to encourage and force the strenuous LRWSS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Stinging-Sprinkly) wee-wee to evacuate. The thoughts meantime, were of the Doctors visit, take the list of questions to ask with me. If I get a prescription for the Bisoprolol beta-blockers and or Mivicon, I must fetch them straight away from the Carrington Pharmacy chemist. Get bread, tomatoes, milk and yoghourt from Lidl.
When the evacuation eventually stopped, not that much flowed, well, stingingly sprinkled, I had a rinse and got the soaking handwash from last night, onto the airer.
I got the health checks, Sys 145, Dia 54, Pulse 88, and Temperature 34.1°c done.
I got the clothing etc. put in the wet room, ready for the wash and shave later on. No photographicalisationing yet, as I wanted to make a start on the blogs, as going out will leave me little time later on to catch-up. So, I did! I finalised and sent off the Sunday Inchcock Today.
Then, made a start on this post up to here. Next, I went on the WordPress Reader section. Then, the flipping hands, fingers and shoulders kicked off, and the errors, cock-ups and shaking, and never-ending correcting of mistakes, began! At least they allowed me to do yesterdays blog without hindrance.
I went on to create some templates in advance (Although only two, but still, better than none) Hehe!
I stopped for a breather from the limbs hassle and went to the kitchen to make another mug of tea, to replace the one on the computer desk, that had gone cold and uninviting in the extreme. Haha!
I got the camera and took some terribly crude photographs from the new unwanted, thick-famed, light and view-blocking windows, that the panes cannot be reached for cleaning.
I took several shots, in different modes, but these are the only two that came out anything like acceptable. The shaking hands were not to blame totally. I used the left-hand to operate the camera on these two. Not as good as they should be, but still! I even cleaned the lens with the very costly Lenspen and brush, but it made no difference. Blurry results. I Did my bestest.
I had a go at updating the Facebook photographs. Had to rush it though, it’ll soon be time to get the ablutions tended to. Must leave at 08:00hrs and no later, to make it to the doctors on time. I didn’t like rushing about but did enjoy doing that.
Windows updates arrived, so I left them running. Off to the wet room to get the ablutions done. Dressed, made up the nurses nibbles, into the three-wheeler. Took the waste bags to the chute. The updates were still running! All spruced up, and I was off on a hobble to Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practice!
Outside and walking along Chestnut Way, I took this snap of Windwood and Winchester Courts. As you can see in the picture, the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Oberstess Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin is still there and in use. At the end of the road, Obersturmfhreress and Ex-Relfux magazine model, Deana was arriving at work, we exchange pleasantries. I asked it was this week when they move into the new building at Winwood Court. She thinks it will be next week sometime. I hope to be able to get to the opening ceremony.
As I turned right onto Winchester Street, the fruits were well-advanced. Likely they had been encouraged by yesterday’s rain, perhaps, maybe… or not.
The white van was still parked on the kerb, meaning I had to walk on the road again. I think it was the same one as last week, in fact, it looked like it had not moved at all. Should I report it? It could be a stolen vehicle? But the idea became a velleity, as often happens with me and my ideas, plans and thoughts. Huh!
I went down the hill at a swift rate of knots. Mainly because I could not control the three-wheeler, with the brakes being so abysmal. Hahaha!
Walking up the hill on Mansfield Road, I thought some more shops had closed down on both sides of the road.
The pace slowed a bit as I a got to the hilltop, picked up again as I almost lost control of the trolley a couple of times. No doubt about it, this trolley doesn’t like going downhill at all!
AS I got down into Carrington, on flatter land, after checking the time on my second-hand £2 watch, and seeing I had the time to spare, I took a breather for a few minutes.
I’m glad I did. Some of the most beautiful flowers in a garden nearby almost spoke to me! I certainly chatted to them. Which drew a look in my direction from the postman who appeared from the house, that said: “Gawd, it’s always me who meet the loony who needs the attention of the men in white coats!” Hehehe!
Down the hill and into the surgery. A lady was in front of me, and she seemed agitated and or confused over something. I gave her a warm, friendly smile, by way of saying, “No problem, I’m not in a rush!” While the receptionist was helping the lady, I drew away so as not to hear too much, and on the reception counter at the end, a handwritten sign explained: With the closure of XXXXX medical practise, we are busier than ever and ask for your patience… etc. Someone had written on the top leaflet; “I noticed!” Hahaha!
I got seated with the trolley in front of me and had a bash at the crossword book. You see, I am learning little ways to limit the effects of the neuralgia a bit. I cannot hold the text in the right hand when it starts shaking, which it was doing on and off at that moment. But, however, nevertheless, regardless, all the same, and with that being said, I automatically parked the three-wheeler where I did, so I could rest on the handlebars. Clever stuff, eh? Alright, it’s not then! Humph! I did rather well on the puzzles this morning. It was a while before I was summoned by Doctor Vindla to her treatment room, which gave me more time to show off my puzzle-solving skills… only to myself, of course. It is sad, innit? Cackle! Titter! I asked the lady if I could have the sample tubes for next week, and busy as she was, she got me some.
I got seated and started with the medications not being delivered and how and why the shaking limbs made me run out of Bisoprolol and had to go two days without any! She kept her stone face on, so I don’t know what she thought.
I also mentioned my problem evacuating on the Porcelain Throne. That cracked her face into a brief but definite smile!
She looked a little sideways at me when she read my notes; Movicon? I haven’t issued you any! “No, the stroke ward gave me some and let me take some home, telling me that as long as it stayed in date, I could take two a day, only if needed!” No hesitation, she sent the prescriptions for both through to the Pharmacy.
Lona, then took my blood pressure and other tests, while I was telling of the problems with the neuralgia. It worried me a little, when she said; “Neuralgia?” She went on to the computer. It seems I have CIDP: Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy, as well? She wanted to know who had told me I had Peripheral Neugalgia? I could only say the two nurses who saw me at the clinic, no names remembered. I mentioned my depression and anxiety, no feedback, other than how often to you feel like that. I thanked her and out to give the receptionist a bag of nibbles to share out.
Then over the road and down into Carrington and the chemist.
A sombre sight indeed. The paper shop had closed down on Mansfield Road! A grand chap as well! So sad. I suppose that with Lidl now selling papers, it was too much for him to compete with.
I went into the Pharmacy and told them of the prescriptions. The three of them got together in the back, giving me odd looks for ages. Then they came forward and asked me if I’d been to the Doctors this morning. Me answering, “No, I’ve been to the cobblers!”, didn’t help things much! They gathered again, and whisperings took place, with the suspicious looks given in my direction a few times. Finally, at last, ‘the one who I call ‘El Snotty’, brought a big bag containing he said, the Movicon and Beta-blockers. I couldn’t help it, I said; Now you can be late again, without worrying next time! He made out not to hear me, or perhaps he really couldn’t, who knows. He said something else, and it was my turn not to listen to him. I sillily thanked him and left. I only went a few paces, then I returned to ask what it was he said to me as I left. Gushing now, he said something that took four times as long as the original talking did. But, it was good, he showed patience and compassion. Again I thanked them all and gave the girl some nibbles.
Off to the Lidl shop down the road. I got to the self-serve checkout with Golden blush tomatoes, Scarlet tomatoes, a can of peas, Bavarian smoked ham, Mackerel fillets for Josie at the weekend (bags of life on it), Crispy bacon, brown Stotties, and some shoulder steaks for tonight’s nosh. I’ll do them in the slow cooker! I had to buy a carrier bag, I’d left the one I purchased at Asda in the four-wheeler trolley (Humph!) An assistant helped me pack the cart and bag! But the card would not be accepted on swipe! As luck would have it, I remembered the number and put it in, and it worked. I hope I will not be charged the £12.17 four times!
I caught a bus up to Sherwood, where I remembered to go in Wilko, to see if they had any of the Gorilla tapes, so I could mend the flap top that had come unstitched after I had three-wheeler for three days! They also had the £3 fragrance I like on offer at £8, not £12! Too good to miss, I got three of them as well. This caused problems, carrying-wise, I had to buy another bag! So, I had a carrier on each handle then, Tsk! Fool! As I left the store, an ignorant git of a pavement cyclist shot down the hill, weaving through the few pedestrians about, but he found them. Grr!
As I limped painfully up Mansfield Road, on my way home through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, I bumped into Jenny and Frank going into Sherwood, from the park. I was not in a good state, but I was so glad to see them both. Looking good too! Yee-Haa!
Up over the top of the hill and down to the park gates. I took a snap of the three-wheeler as I entered the park footpath. (Note the state of the wheels, clean!)
They soon got all muddied up with seeds, leaves and grass. In fact, it has hard to push the trolley with all the gunk on the wheels!
A Sterling Moss enamoured Nottinghamian Footpath Cyclist came down the incline at such speed, I felt the draughts as he flew by me! By the time I’d stopped and got the camera out, he was nearly at the gates at the bottom of the path!
At the top of the hill, I turned right to go down the gravel footpath back to the flats.
You can see here, and guess what a time I had having to clean the flaming wheels before I dare enter the foyer of Woodthorpe Court entrance.
I wanted to cry, really. Heheh! It took me ages, back pain, a dizzy-spell and a whole roll of kitchen towels to get the thing clean enough to enter the place. Then I had to avoid the trails of the stuff I had just cleaned off of my trolley, on my way to the flat!
But, I was glad I cleaned it first.
The Movicol turned out to be called Macrogol? But what I could read of the ingredients, they were very similar to each other.
I emptied everything out of the bags. How I managed to get this lot home with the trolley, amazed even me! Haha! I got the shoulder cooking straight away in the crock-pot. Then got the fodder etc. stored away. (No signs of any wee-wees needed!)
I spent three hours updating this blog. Then got the nosh prepared and served up!
Oh, dearie me, not onw of my bestest efforts at all! The cooked beetroot was okay. A taste rating of 4/10 for everything else.
Did the washing up, then got te handwashing done. Left it hanging to dry.
03:05hrs. I woke, smiling to myself, the thoughts of a dream I’d had lingering, but slowly fading away. A cracker of a nocturnal phantasma, judging by what I could recall. I was on the balcony, and in from the flat, walked a lady of appealing features. Somehow or other, we were chatting and dancing away in what seemed a dancehall! Sometimes, although infrequently, dreams can be good, and this was one of them!
I moved in an effort to extract my plump, short, wobbly body from the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner. I recognised and appreciated the lack of many of the ailments, that were not playing me up! Of course, the EQ had to let me know that this situation would not last for too long! It was right, as usual. Huh!
I caught my balance, and off the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). While I waited patiently for the surprising LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wee to stop, I had a Mind-Maze-Medley of silly, futile, blood-curdling, daunting and unnerving thoughts attacked what little-bit of harmony I had gained from the supercalifragilisticexpialidociously enjoyable dream. What didn’t pass through the grey-cells while I was waiting for the longest-lasting ever wee-wee to end, would be easier to list than those that did! I was not sure if it was the physical effort, (although it did it all on its own), or the thoughts-storm, but I felt drained afterwards. Humph! (Drained, I wrote that without thinking, I should have typed worn-out. Haha!)
I hobbled to the kitchen and got the kettle on. Then needed another wee-wee. Back to the bucket, and realised it was too full to risk using it again. So took it to the wet room and emptied and cleaned it, and used the WC. Which with this effort being of the PS (Persistent-Spraying) wee-wee mode, needed some cleaning up of the over-spray. Tsk! Al sorted, and off to the kitchen.
I opened the new unwanted thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, to take a snap of the morning view. And had to rush a bit, as the rain poured in over me! Hehe! As I was taking the cap off of the milk carton (the finger-ends are becoming unaware of contact made again, now), I dropped the cap and nearly fell over the stick as the hand lost its grip at just the wrong time, as I was bending down to pick up the lid! Ah, well, mustn’t complain after yesterday’s far easier polyneuropathy-hassle day.
Then got the kettle on and got the morning medications out ready. I still can’t get used to taking so few tablets now they have cut them down.
Got the health checks done. Another highly acceptable set of results. The temperature was a little low, but not much, at 34.5°c.
It was a far nippier this morning. So I took the tea to the computer and had a look at the forecast on Google.
So, rain all day, the temperature creeping up, and a chance of a storm. Mmm!
I created a graphic or two for today’s page-top and Thoughts, then began updating the Saturday blog. I make it sound so casual a thing, but it took me over two hours just to do the graphicalisationing (this included stopping for three wee-wees of varying types). And the fingers were beginning to dance about, then the shoulder joined in. Ah, well, at least the arm and leg are being calm for me. Duodenal Duncan, Shaking Shaun, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps and Kevin Kidneypains are no bother. Even Back-Pain-Brenda too! Got things finished and posted off.
Made a start on this post, and needed a leak. Another of the LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wees. Then went to make another brew.
It was looking bleak outside! Mind you, it was a little bleak inside the flat, then! As I got the things needed out for making Josie’s nosh later, the fingers Axonotmesi inspired insensitivity, caused me to drop the spoon twice and the walking stick again! How I managed to take this photo, amazed me. I rested the camera on the ledge, and used the left hand only to take the shot! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I opted to have a drink of the spring water instead of struggling to make a brew. As I returned to the computer, I opened the tatty-torn, moth-eaten curtains on the balcony, and the rain was really giving us some hammer! I took a shot of the view without opening a window of course. I value my fingers too much to keep opening the metal spring clip opener that needs pushing and pulling at the same time and has had a few chunks of my fingers already. I noticed that some poor devil was having their roof repaired or replaced, and did a zoomed-in photo of the house. I bet they have a few leaks!
I got the ablutions tended to next, as it was nearly eight o’clock. The legs looked far improved and had lost a lot of water retention.
Did the teggies. Shaved without suffering any cuts. Showered without dropping the soap (Fair enough, I did drop the facecloth). Body sprayed.
To the kitchen. Olive oiled the ears. Made a brew, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Then onto CorelDraw, for another try to get some graphics done in advance. I haven’t much time, as I will soon have to get Josie’s meal preparation, to make sure it is ready for a midday delivery.
After another long, slowly productive session with the graphics, I prepared and delivered the meal. I explained about the cheesy potatoes, I may have put a bit too much butter in them, but they will go down smoothly. The balsamic vinegar in the peas and the types of tomatoes used. Josie was looking much betterer today.
Back to sort my nosh out. Peas in balsamic vinegar, gherkins, tomatoes, crispy edges of cheesy potato, franks and bacon juice chips (fries).
It was I fear, a failure, taste-wise. The Franks were uneatable after one slice was. I don’t know why, but they tasted a bit stale, so they went into the bin. The tomatoes were bland in the extreme. The gherkins, potato skin, peas, and chips were all eaten up, with a couple of slices of Milk loaf bread. Flavour Rating: (Of what I ate; 7/10 – the rest, 2/10).
Washed up and settled to watch a Creek DVD, until Josie returned the things, I stayed dressed. I don’t want to scare her. Hehe!
Josie returned the tray, plate and cutlery, all washed. We had a little natter. I was so glad when she said she enjoyed the nosh. I get pleasure from being able to do something for her.
Then I got the handwashing done. A little more effort required tonight, as I had put on a thick long-sleeved shirt, as it was a bit nippier today. Rinsing and ringing out took ages. I left the shirt hanging to dry, but it will take a while, to dry enough to put it on the airer, in the morning at earliest.
Settled to watch cat correction thingy programmes on TV. But only as an aid to getting to sleep, as I had seen this episode before. The mind churned: I realised that the urine sample would not be needed on tomorrows visit to the surgery, after all, got up and moved it from where I’d left it in view, back in the medical drawer. Got the list of things to mention to the Doctor put in sight.
I had a very odd and quirky wee-wee. No definition for this one yet, as it was the first time ever type. SWGSS (Short-Weak-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee mode?
The mind toyed with what needs doing and the reasons why they will not get done. Tsk!
