Sunday 8th July 2018

Javanese: Minggu 8 Juli 2018

0455hrs: Woke with memories of a horrible dream lingering in my head. Another of those where I go back and repeat errors, bad judgements and mistakes I’d made over the years. In these nightmares, I know full well and am aware of what I need to do to correct the long gone failings and embarrassments this time, but I’m unable to get it right. Most disquieting.

The grey-cells began to form into a semi-cohesive more relevant mishmash, and I became aware of the mini-crop circle that had appeared on my chest between my man-breasts. This prompted me to get the camera and go into the kitchen to take photographs of the mystery and to see the state of the blotches this morning. Whatever it was or caused it, certainly scared-off the blotches from that little circular area of flesh? Haha! The itching was worse, but I think this was because they are beginning to clear up, perhaps, because the pain from them was far less. Mind you, I haven’t got any clothes on yet!

Signs of nocturnal nibbling were found in the waste bin on the Ottoman. Naughty!

Then the memory from last night and the great England victory in the World Cup came back to me. I almost felt like looking it up on the web to see if my memory was correct or not.

I got the Health Checks done.

The results were all looking good, I thought.

For some reason, while I was sorting out the medication taking, my mind drifted back to my younger days. Which I can remember; but not if I’ve left the tap running, or the light on, or the cooker on. What a klutz!

When an embaphium had to be used to measure the doses. And although memories of those days were not particularly happy for me, Mam and Dad fighting, no pennies for the meters, my being sent to different neighbours to cadge a spoon of tea, cup of milk, some sugar or whatever: It still retained the odd bit of pleasant memories. Tsk!

0600hrs now: No sunshine out yet. The temperature was at 30°c – 86°f.

The humidity was well within the green range, although I do not know exactly what this indicates. I’ll have to look it up.

Note the picture?

Yes, I was young once. Hehehe!

I got the potatoes in the crock-pot on a low setting and podded some fresh garden peas, both ready for either the lamb shank or Pork Ribs to be enjoyed with them later on.

The blotches have now begun to itch a little more, even under the armpits, but the pain when I cannot resist scratching at them is far less than yesterday.

Got the computer going and began to make this blog.

Then went to update the Saturday post.

0820hrs: Sounds like Hebert (Big Superior Untouchable John) is getting his machinery out again to work on his models. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my saying about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

I’m out of advance drafts for the diaries now. So I went onto Coreldraw to create the page top graphics.

Sister Jane rang me as I started to work on them. A jolly chinwagging was interrupted when I lost the signal. I gave her a couple of minutes, then I rang her back on the mobile… which turned out to be a very costly affair. Because I waffled on a and on. Tsk!

I rang off, and three hours and forty minutes later, I had got the graphic’s done and saved. Now for the job of setting up all the drafts. Good job I enjoy doing this blog. Haha! And Herbert gave me some entertainment in the form of knocks and bangs as I did it. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my saying owt about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

This is going to take a long time to get done. So it is too early to get the nosh sorted yet.

I pressed on with the draft making. And oh boy, it took me another three hours to get them all finished, sorted and saved. Well passed my head-down time already. But, I had not checked for any comments, gone on the WordPress Reader or any TFZer stuff.

So tired-out, but I had a bash on Facebooking.

Virgin went down, and I lost everything beyond this point.

I cried.

Saturday 7th July 2018

Kannada: ಶನಿವಾರ 7 ಜುಲೈ 2018

0425hrs: Woke up in yet again, a different mood, health, and temperament. Gone was the alienated, abandoned feelings, to be replaced with an acceptance of my deficiencies in coping with life, and apathetic, lustreless approach to doing anything about it.

I sensed that Arthur Itis was going to be a problem today. No complaints mind, he’s been very kind recently.

As I wistfully started to get my body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and as the mind began to wander one if its pointless finding fault sessions – it returned to concentration-mode as I sensed the sudden and urgent need to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as possible.

By gum, that was lucky, just made it in time! Messy, Trotsky Terence affected again!

Cleaned up, and off to the kitchen.

No taps, cooker or lights left on this time.

There was no air coming in from the beautiful light blocking, sealed up new windows, of course.

Sweaty, the blurred view and lack of light getting in really cheers us up.

The thermometer of the dirt covered filthy ledge read 98°f – 38°c.

I love the way they put the plastic up, and trap the dirt already in there.

I’ve now got a collection of plasters dust, beetles, flies, condensation with a splattering of down-heartedness lingering. Hehe!

I was getting the Health Checks things gathered for use, with great longanimity I thought. And had to nip off for a wee-wee; back to the short, sharp painful ones again today.

Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, so will need attention shortly.

Coming out, I checked the letterbox and found mail from Nottingham City Homes/Willmott-Dixon in the flap. It waffles on to explain things, telling us they have decided to give us the restrictor keys. Of course, there were no keys to be found anywhere! Huh!

They make the place look scruffy, obstruct movement, are fiddly and what chances of us losing the awkward keys? Haha!
Never a dull moment, no rest, no respite from the bombardment of self-covering information about the changes from Willmott-Dixon and Nottingham City Homes for us coffin-seekers.

Still, it helps keep our minds active and bodies too. I suppose!

I gave the blotches an examination.

They seemed to be on the decline, less painful, but itchier. (I say, slightly showing my lack of common sense, memory capabilities and judgement, Haha!)

At last, I got with the Health Checks. The pulse was a little high this morning, all else looked good.

Feeling a little perkier now I’ve got something done. I decided to get the peas podded and into the saucepan for cooking later on, and potatoes in the crock-pot.

Thus, showing my utter scaevity! I ask you; How just? How does one get a paper cut type wound from shelling fresh garden peas! No knives involved, no metal?

Ah, well, at least the peas I nibbled while doing them were tasty. Hehe!

I got started on this blog as far as here, then went on to updating yesterday’s post. Hello, Duodenal Donald is stinging now, or is it Anne Gyna? Tsk!

Herbert above is giving it some wallop this morning again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise from the exonerated: manumitted, absolved, cleared, vindicated, exculpated, pardoned, forgiven, let-off, protected, acquited, discharged, guiltless superior loud gentleman. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representatives or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

Eventually, I got Friday’s updated and posted.

Close to the match time now, so I’ll get the nosh made up.

I ate the tasty meal while watching the game on the TV.

The memory of the fodder faded as the match progressed.

What a performance from England.

For once, we had a lot of luck and a goalie on brilliant match-saving form!

Message for teams left in the World Cup:
France: Please don’t let them win!
Belgium: Please let them beat France
Croatia: Please let them play badly
England: I beg for a win!

Haha! I can hope and pray!

I noticed some more of the nobbly bruises coming up on the legs again. Humph!

As for getting to sleep, it was almost an impossibility.

That England winning, and in such style too, was being replayed over and again in my brain.

Well gone midnight before I nodded off. Tsk!

Friday 6th July 2018

2018年7月6日金曜日 Japanese

0215hrs:  Woke with an unwontedly sprightly outlook on life. Extracted my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, stubbed my toe and knocked the tray off of the Ottoman. Lost my unwontedly sprightly outlook on life!

My stomach appeared even more bloated and misshaped this morning. But there is no increase in weight overall? The blotches had spread to the other side of the rib-cage. Those on the throat were more painful for some reason. Dried spots of blood that had come from the Fungal lesion on the PP’s. The old heart-op scar was almost glowing?

If the tummy grows any more,

Will I get through the flat door!

Any parts left, not feeling sore?

Then my outlook will be so poor!

Hehehe!

Into the kitchen, a grim-looking view from the window. Dark, dank and sweaty. I had both windows open as far as they would go, but as for fresh air – oh, No!

The tummy is definitely blown up more, but gone all misshaped at the same time?

Had a drink of spring water to take the medications with. Strong stuff this Co-op still mineral water with line& lemon flavourings you know. The Trental tablet disintegrated the moment it got in contact with the drink!

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time, resulting with in-range readings too!

I felt a bit of a meshuggeneh when I changed the batteries in the machine. Taking the old ones out, and two of them shot out, one hitting me on the nose, both disappearing from sight.

It’s surprising how a tiny AA battery can sting when it clouts you on the nose. Hahaha!

After a search and seek mission, I found one of them in between the cooker and cabinet. The other one, I will try to locate again, later on. Huh!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy evacuation, but not as bad as yesterdays. During this session, as I sat there, I thought I heard a rather loud (It must have been loud, I didn’t have my hearing aids in) susurration. Where it came from I don’t know.

The yonderly mind wanderings were absent without leave, up to now, today. I knew that I was to go and see Jenny and Frank, to pay for the day trip to Skegness trip in August. What I had planned to do was go shopping but decided not to, I have enough fodder to keep me going… Ah, I do need milk, though. I might walk up to Lidle – when again if I do, I’ll spend and buy stuff I don’t need. There was something else too, but I’m danged if I can remember what it was.

Suddenly, I was wamblecropt! It only lasted for about two minutes. But I thought the innards were about to explode! Then it was all calm again, and this made me ponder. (It has been known before, me thinking I mean. October 1963 it was, I reckon. Hehe!) Is this a clue to the cause of, or linked to the blotches?

Got the computer on to update the Thursday post. Got it done and posted off.

Checked the emails, and Sister Jane said the blotches look like heat rash. Understandable that. As she puts it “Make sure you drink lots of tap water in case you’re dehydrated in this hot weather especially with being “sealed in”!!! Luv Jane. Bless her!

Made a start on this blog.

Tim from New Mexico commented: “It looks like a heat/sweat rash, but if the rash turns to blisters, then it could be shingles. Shingles are usually very painful. To treat heat/sweat rash, the Mayo Clinic suggests using Calamine lotion to soothe itching, and Anhydrous lanolin, which may help prevent duct blockage and stop new lesions from forming. If it gets worse, you may need to get a topical steroid from your doctor or pharmacist. If it itches, try not to scratch it.”

I felt honoured and grateful to get two dollops of help with a problem. Thanks, Jane and Tim. I’ll get to a chemist today and try to get the medications to rub on it. Well, where I can reach anyway. Hehehe!

Went on to the WordPress reader, then comments.

TFZer page on Facebook. Got some done, but time shot by, and I needed to get the ablutions done. All went well, even the medicationalisationing of the fungal lesion was done without too much of the usual excruciating agony. Haha!

I took the bags to the waste chute, and it was now operational.

Back and grubbled about making sure everything was done and nothing left on, like cooker, lights, etc.

Made my way to the lift door. And realised I not taken the shopping list with me. Back to the apartment and collected it.

Got to the cage door again, and I didn’t have my hearing aids in. Klutz! Back to the flat. Got them in and returned to the lift foyer once again.

Even I found it hard to believe, but I had forgotten to take the Cash with me to pay Jenny with. Back to collect it. I’m wearing out the carpets here!

As if I ever thought this meshuggener would get anything right first… or even second try! Tsk!

Got Jenny and Franks flat and… Foolishly, I handed over a ten-pound not to the lady instead of two, to pay the £18 cost! I felt such a twerp! I corrected my error and apologised. She was most understanding about my Whoopsiedangleplop.

Made my way down to the ground floor and out into the road. To the glass recycling bin and deposited my cleaned empty sauce and beetroot jars in the recycling tub.

The late coming out sun started to appear as I crossed the road.

A little way up the gravel hill path, I stopped under one of the trees and turned to take this photographicalisation. I thought later it came out wellish.

I pressed on up the hill, with Anne Gyna letting me know her animadversion of my hill climb. But, as soon a the ground levelled out, she (Anne Gyna) was okay again with me. There was no need to rush about, and I was in my safety zone and own limits as I meandered along through the park on the footpath.

30 yards or so away. I spotted this crow and took the first photograph in Auto mode. Then as it seemed to be settled, I selected the food button and crept a few feet nearer. I was setting the zoom, and MrCrow decided to launch himself off of the tree trunk. I clicked quickly and hoped for the best. He gave me a laughing-at-me-caw and clucking sound as he flew off. Hehe!

Another effort I’ve made this morning that didn’t come out too bad. Through luck though, not my skill. Humph, but still.

I limped on down and onto Mansfield Road and over the hill into Sherwood. Narrowly avoiding being hit by this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.

I walked down to the Boots Chemist and joined the queue at the dispensing end of the shop. My turn came up, and I explained all about new Shingle-like ailments and asked if they had any Anhydrous Lanolin for sale. I showed her a photo of the rash. The lady went to have a look on the shelves and returned a few minutes later. Then went and spoke with a dispensing woman, and returned again to me. She asked, what tablets I am on. Soon as I got to mentioning the Warfarin, she stopped me firmly. Saying: “There is no way we can advise or offer you any alternative medications. You must see your doctor straight away. (Which I knew I could not get an appointment with so quickly). She added; You might try a larger Boots branch or independent chemists, though.

I thanked her and made my way to the Chemist near Hadyn Road. I explained all about new Shingle-like ailments, showed him the photo and asked if they had any Anhydrous Lanolin for sale.  No, then he asked what medications I was on. Again, when the Warfarin was mentioned, he said he could not give advice to anyone wanting medications, who are taking Warfarin. I pointed out the area around the throat to show him. He said he was sure it might be Shingles. I must make an appointment to see my doctor straight away! (Which I knew I could not get an appointment with so quickly). I thanked him and left.

Over the road and back up the hill to the Lloyds Chemist at the top of the way.

This Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me, and few other pedestrians too.

I joined the queue and waited patiently until a lady came to me. I showed her the photo of the rash and explained all about new Shingle-like ailments, and asked if they had any Anhydrous Lanolin for sale.  No, but was almost sure it was not shingles, but might be Varicella Zoster. I must see my Doctor straight away. I’m getting fed-up with this!

Thanked her and went to catch a bus into Arnold, where a larger Boots store and a couple of independent ones are located.

Unfortunately, so is Asda (Walmart), The Market and the Fulton Foods Shop. A feeling that I about to be a silly-billy and spend too much came over me.

What a moyshe kapoyer I am!

I caught the bus within a few minutes of getting to the bus stop, and twenty minutes later I was in Arnold, walking into the Market Stalls.

As you can see, this Market has died a terrible death. There was a fruit and veg stall, a second-hand one, and a cheap ladies products one left now, that’s all.

I looked it up later. It seems that: April this year – Council bids for a £1.25m fund to transform Arnold Market. Gedling Borough Council hopes the money will turn the area around, including making more of the space open to the public, improving facilities and increasing retail space. Does this make any sense to you?

I plodded to the large Boots Chemist, and I explained all about new Shingle-like ailments, showed him the photo and asked if they had any Anhydrous Lanolin for sale.  Nope, then he asked what medications I was on. Again, when the Warfarin was mentioned, he said he could not give advice to anyone wanting medications, who are taking Warfarin. He thought it might be Shingles, but not the Varicella Zoster. I should make an appointment to see my Doctor ASAP.

I wandered down the road and called in the Fulton Food store. I came out with a packet of Bath Oliver biscuits. I’m almost sure I heard Jenny talking favourably about the other week perhaps these might be a nice Thank-You from me. And I got some of the Scottish Shorties that I am so fond off, at a bargain price too!

Out and over the road to the Asda Store. Where I slightly overdid the weight for carrying and spent just £10.18 in doing so. Got some cheese curls, BBQ rice cakes for a raffle prize at the social hour, a TV magazine, a mix of flavoured still water, another packet of the shorties, some potatoes, bread and a soft drink. I did forget to get the milk I went to buy in the first place, though. Feh!

The feet were stinging now. But the real ailments were kind to me. Even the blotches were less itchy and painful.

Got to the bus stop, and had only ten minutes to wait for the next L9 bus home. I got the crossword book out.

When the bus arrived in Sherwood, several of the flat’s tenants got on. Welsh William, Pete, Ray, and Roy among them. I put away the crossword book, in anticipation of a good laugh and chinwagging session.

But no-one spoke to me. Tsk!

They all shot off up the road in front of me when we all got off the bus. Hehe!

When I arrived at the flats, Welsh William and Pete were still waiting for the lift to come.

I got a few insults and a cheerio off of them. Hahaha!

Into the apartment and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the fodder and nibbles for the social put away.

Updated this blog.

Health Checks.

Got the nosh sorted. A chipless and potato-free affair it was.

Decent rating of 8.8/10 given for the Flavour Rating score.

Did the last Health checks and medication taking was done.

Watched the match, Brazil v Belgium. A fantastic result.

The goalie kept them in the match. Amazing!

The saddest part of the day; is that France got through as well.

Tempered somewhat, with Uruguay’s wrestlers going out of the competition.

I fear that France might go further. Charles De Gaulle, Oswald Mosley, François Hollande and Napoleon Bonaparte would be proud of them.

As for England, I am so impressed and full of praise for them getting this far, and of course, winning a penalty shoot-out too!

The mind indeed went on the rampage, worrying and fretting wise.

• The blood test, will they book me in early or late?
• Will they book me in for a Thursday and block my Social Hour again this week?
• Are the blotches, heat-rash, varicella or shingles?
• Will I remember to get some spectacles to replace the pair I’ve broken?
• Will the strangulation operation date clash with my day out in Skegness?
• Might I snuff-it in the airless heat of the flat?
• Will the fungal lesion bleed, or bladder leak and ruin my day out at Skegness?
• Why am I looking so much fatter with the blown up stomach, when my weight has gone down?
• Will I remember to fetch the new prescriptions?
• Can I cut back on the chips?
• Can I cut back on the nocturnal nibbles?
  
• Will I get carried away with this blog and miss the Englan match?
• Can I remember to get some milk tomorrow?
• I must remember to get the laundry done soon, but will I?

On and on relentlessly, the concerns, lack of self-confidence, fear of humiliations and nervous lack of self-loathing mingle with my desire for social contact… Luckily, I was shaken out of this when I went for another short-sharp-wee-wee and stubbed my big right toe on the porcelain. Poor old platitudinous, me! Hehe!

Recherché, elegant, refined or sophisticated I will never be. But is it too late to do summat for others, spread a smile or laugh? I think not!

Well late again before I nodded off.

TTFN each. As my Auntie Nelly and Uncle Tom used to say to me: It’s never worth more than two cooks on a Wednesday, if you hold your mistletoe with your left hand on Christmas Day morning and smile at folk! (Bless her!)

Thursday 5th July 2018

Italiano: Giovedì 5 Luglio 2018

0400hr: I’d laid awake for a while, worrying over the blood test appointment timing and day, missing the Social Hour again, Little Inchies Lesion bleeding, not going outside for four days, the tremendous heat, the boils coming back on the chest and neck… Hang-on, I’ll rephrase that, (It’ll be quicker than going through the whole list); I’d laid awake for a while, worrying over anything and everything. Hehe!

Lots to get done today, my enthusiasm and drive, being in a pessimistic, cynical, and fatalistic mode. I was mourning yesterday’s little spurt of semi-contentments departure.

I caught myself by surprise when I found I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner and stood up, without any Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa withing a minute or so. The ailments being kind, just a cracking headache and a half, and the lesion had been bleeding and dried. So that will need some careful cleansing and medicalisationing session. Argh!

Off to get the Health Checks and medications taken.

When I got in the kitchen, pleased that I had not left any taps running or the stoves on; the heat hit me.

The newly sealed up windows which I’d left as open as I could overnight, were letting no air into the place at all. The plastic outside was covered in plaster and various other unknown materials. The kitchen thermometer read 34°c – 80°f. Is that safe or what?

This made me go and check the new gizmo handed out by the Nottingham City Homes Obegruppenfurhers, in the other room.

It seemed the humidity is was well into the green zone, but the heat was into the high-risk area. It’s nice to know HCH care about us by handing out these little monitors. If you mention this being in the red to anyone, they answer: “Yes, I know, all the others are the same!” Haha!

Eventually, I got the Health Checks done.

The reading came out looking okay. But it took the hemadynamometer four tries before it worked. Wonder if the excessive heat affected it?

The summoning for the Porcelain Throne usage arrived.

It was another messy job.

While in there, I thought I’d get the ablutions sorted out. As I anticipated the lesion repair work was nasty. But the bleeding soon stopped after medicationalising things.

Being early in the day still, I had a shave and stand-up wash at the sink. I felt a bit better after that.

I got the black and recycling bags sorted out, and gathered them up to take down to leave at the Caretakers door.

Well, fancy that, one of the elevators was out of action, again.

I went down and noticed how it was much colder in the lift cage. I wondered if a tenant might have moved to live in the other lift to escape the heat in the flats? Hahaha!

Outside I deposited the black bags and white recycling one near the bottle bank bin and the door.

The chute doors being replaced with new ones with a much-reduced size of entry scoop means we have to put only a little bit in each black bag now, or they will not go in the drawer.

Can’t be helped I know. But it makes more hassle for us, just when we are in the middle of the upgrading mayhem, too.

I took a photo straight up from the front of Woodthorpe Court.

I imagine the place will look different when the Willmott Dixon lads and the subcontractors start work today.

Back up to the flat, and got the computer on. Morrison is delivery coming soon.

Made a start on this blog, up to here.

Botherations! Both Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald are giving me some grief now. Tsk!

Began to update Wednesday’s post. Got it posted off.

 No Morrison delivery yet, so I checked the time on the email.

Shlimazel! I put the order in for next Thursday, the 12th, not today! I’m getting worse.

Duodenal Donald is easing off, but Anne Gyna is still botherational!

Got the things together and set out on the walk to the surgery in Carrington.

Sunny day again, but there was a bit of a breeze with it.

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling-Inchcock-Off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Portakabin. Jenny was busy setting the needs for the Social Hour. A quick natter, I handed a raffle prize and some nibbles to the lady, bless her she will make sure there are handed out for me.

I got a decent pace on, for me and was soon coming into Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.

Got in and a new lady receptionist was struggling to find my appointment, she said something to the other lady who replied: “Oh, it’s Mr. Chambers… just book him in!”.

I did a crossword and a bit before I call beckoned over by Nurse Nichole. Again she was swamped, but she took the time for a few words of chattering about nothing with me. X. Handed her a treat and left some nibbles for the reception staff on the way out.

As I left the surgery, I felt a bit of discomfort on the right side rib area. It was definitely not Anne Gyna, entirely different sort of agony. Hehe!

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over as she passed by.

I went to the Chemist to ask him when the prescriptions will be ready next. He said Friday 20th July. I made a note of this.

Then I went to the Lidl store to get some things that were not going to be delivered by Morrisons due to me cock-up with the ordering. Humph!

£20 lighter, I left with two bags of shopping, which I was struggling to carry.

Caught a bus back to Sherwood and had a walk around. Got some pod peas from the Co-op, and had a look for saucepans and lids in the second-hand shops. I didn’t find any.

Got to the bus stop where Doreen and Roy were sat waiting for the bus. We had a good laugh.

Many Nottingham Pavement Cyclists about today.

I called in the hut, but only a few folks were left in there. I handed out an ice-cream cone or Orange sucker to the Wardenesses, thought it might cheer them up.

Back to the apartment and put the fodder away.

I stripped-off, the heat is worse now than earlier in the flat.

This is when I saw what caused the pains in my right rib area.

 

Do shingles look like this?

Got this updated to here, then went on WordPress Reader section.

1500hrs. I just noticed some marks, blotches whatever they are, coming on the right side of the ribs as well now.

I can’t see the back. Hehe!

I think they are going to join up. The new ones are redder and only spots, not yet turned into blotches.

Went to get the Health Checks done.

The top of the back is itching and stinging now? Oh dearie me.

Spent hours on Facebook getting caught up on it.

Got the simple nosh in the saucepan. Baked beans with sliced tomatoes, Hoisin sauce, and extra tomato juice, mini sausages added and two small cobs to have with them.

Jenny reminded me about the payment for the Skegness trip. Apologised to her, as I had taken the cash with me this morning and was going give it to her. But her twinkling eyes put me off. Hehe! I’m to take it to her flat in the morning, 0900hrs.

Served up the meal.

Taste-Rating of 8.2/10 given, very nice.

Did the last Health Checks. And it dawned on me, that the stomach has swelled so much over the past few weeks, now the blotches have arrived, people are telling me I’m putting on weight etc.

But, unless the scales have broken and got stuck, I have not actually gained any weight?

Weariness came at the usual time, but it was so severe, I’d nodded off before 2000hrs.

Wednesday 4th July 2018

Indonesian: Rabu 4 Juli 2018

 00445hrs: Woke, the flat stuffily warm, and me wringing in sweat. Panic-Mode was adopted when I thought I must have left the oven on again.

The removal of my mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner was a painful, toe-stubbing, knee and elbow joint knocking extraction.

But on getting into the kitchen, the oven was all turned off.

The views were non-existent, absent, from both sets of windows. Being limited by the new “Sweat-the-old-Codgers to death and cut off their air supply” cellophane coverings on the outside.

I consulted the kindly Nottingham City Homes provided monitoring thingy for humidity and temperature.

Again the temperature was showing just over 30°c. I looked at the kitchen temperature (I can understand this one better, it is in both Centigrade and Fahrenheit), the kitchen read: 80°f – 23°c.

I tended to the Health Checks and medication taking.

I think the readings were a little more even this morning. I updated the Excel record.

On my Realising after I’d taken the clip, that I’d set the number formatting wrongly on the Weight column. I changed it to 0.00, so the details will show on tomorrow’s, I hope.

Made a brew, and was pleased that the brain had not gone off of one of its usual meandering, fretting and wrongly judging and assessing things.

0545hrs: I started to sort the photographs out for use and storage and had to visit the Porcelain Throne.

I wish I could think of another (Without being rude) word for messy, gooey and sticky are not quite right, but this session was all three, again. I did have a ponderous few thoughts on the inaneness of life while I sat there. Worried over the doctor’s blood test difficulties and remembered I must get some more toilet paper.

Much cleaning and cleansing needed. On the bright side, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, stinging, yes! Hehe! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking again, but, nothing unusual there.

I got up to here, then went to finish yesterday’s diary and get it posted off.

0925hrs: Got it sorted up to date (Here).

Went on Facebook to catch-up. WordPress perused good stuff on there again.

1035hrs: Went to make a mug of tea, then returned to start on some TFZer graphicalisationing.

1312hrs: Got the graphics done and posted to the TFZ site.

Got the meal prepared and served up.

Excellent nosh, most worthy of a Taste-Rating of 8.8/10.

Did the washing up and nipped the wet room to utilise the porcelain Throne. Messy again.

 Did the Health Checks and took a Dia-limit capsule with the medications.

It is sad not being able to look out of the windows.

Mind you, compared to the old one big window, even if I could look out at the vista now, it is a very sad imitation view. All the thick edges of the glass blocking out a lot of scenery and light.

Settled down to watch som TV.

I decided to try and watch a film, that was on late for me. Why I did this I don’t know, but I nodded off what must have been dozens of times for a minute of so, but would not turn of the TV? I woke for the last 20 seconds of the film, and the credits came up.

Shmendrik!

Tuesday 3rd July 2018

Irish: Dé Máirt 3 Iúil 2018

0455hrs: Woke-up, so tired still, nodded off again.

0600hrs: Woke-up, so tired still, even nodded off yet again.

0630hrs: Woke-up, so tired still, I even tried to nod off again. But this time a call to the Porcelain Throne forced me to deracinate my rotund torso from the £300 second-hand recliner, with extreme and chaotic haste, to get to the Throne in time.

Embarrassingly, I have to report that this effort was disconcerting, a terrible, frustrating event. The details of the evacuation are red-face-making. So I will leave them out if you don’t mind. But, the reason for my not getting sat down in time, and they were odd to me too. On top of the lid of the bowl, was stacked all nice and neat; a towel, a pair of PPs, a can of body spray, the scissors, a used disposable razor, a screwed up nearly empty tube of Phorpain Gel, and a book that I usually keep on top of one of the floor cabinets. I was confused as to how and why I had placed the articles on the toilet lid in the first place. This confusion caused me to delay a second or two, and that’s when the Accifauxpa/Whoopsiedangleplop occurred.

A mammoth cleaning and freshening up campaign ensued.  Chagrin, and mortification modes simultaneously adopted! As I did the washing and antisepticalisationing. I was surprised to see that only a few of the mini-beetles were in the room this morning but glad it was so.

I was a little flummoxed by the degrading events and unaware of how, when and why I had made the stack of odd things on the seat in the lavatory lid.

Back to the main room, and noticed the monitoring machine that Nottingham City Homes had provided for each apartment.

The humidity was lower, out of the safety zone, and the temperature read 30, well into the danger zone? During the modernisations and building work, they have locked the windows and doors so we cannot open them to let any air in?

Then, as I went to put the computer on, I found that I had left it turned on, and the TV was turned off. I cannot recall doing this. The brain began its wandering, fretting and over analysing again.

Both windows in the kitchen were open as far as was allowed by the locks fitted.

The Health Checks were done next.

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.

No dropped tablets or medications, broken needles, or lost items. Results okay!

As I took the panoramic photograph above, I realised that the Porcelain Throne difficulties had taken my min right off of the ailments this morning. Apart from Haemorrhoid Harold, I could not detect any other botherations in attendance.

I had planned to go out this morning early. But it is already late, so that was abandoned. Tsk!

I made a brew and got the computers going, and began this blog going. Then went to finalise yesterday’s diary and got it sent off. Nearly ten o’clock now! I don’t like this getting up late lark!

1100hrs: Got it finished and posted off. Made a brew of tea and went on the WordPress Reader. Not a lot on today, but some great posts.

Herbert is busy banging away this again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. And, I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.

Had a look at some police video clips, as the concentration to do any CorelDrawing was not there for me.

Went to get the ablutions and medicalisationing done.

Then took the bags to the chute on my way up to visit Cyndy and Eric. So glad to see them again. Handed over the Birthday Chocolates and we had a couple of minutes chatter. Pleased they had a good time in London.

Around 1420hrs, I thanked them and departed. Thinking it would be a decent idea to catch the bus up to Mapperley Tops and see if I could get some of there ready-made beef meals. Making these recipes from scratch takes so long, and I do not always get the seasonings right.

Things didn’t work out as planned, though. Here’s how it went: I was feeling good. Out into the sunshine and took some photographs as I strolled to the bus stop. Here are the pictures that were shot.

 

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Arriving in the flat, I realised I had not put the heat on under the garden peas. So, I did so belatedly. Tsk!

What next? The shakes started then! Back to the flat.

The hoist was just going up from the kitchen window.

This now means that all the windows have been sealed on the outside. So, we can expect a few tenants to be conking out shortly with the excessive heat and no means of letting fresh air into their flats.

Also, I can no longer take photographs through the windows. Grumph!

Got the Health Checks sorted.

Herbert John above accompanied me with a few knocks and scraping noises, as I got the nosh prepared. Note the healthy, wise decision not to have too many chips tonight?

Naturally, I made this choice as an aid to healthier living eating, losing weight, and keeping fit enough to go bungee jumping. It had nothing to do with the fact that the freezer had run out of chips and I had to ferret away to find these few at the bottom of the drawer. Hehehe!

Got all settled down to watch the World Cup match between the fouling-and-getting-away-with-it Columbians and England.

I didn’t have much confidence in FIFA, with all their corruptions and scandals in the first place. Now they have some back-handed monkeys to monitor the VAR. And they see this naughty Columbian (although to be fair, they were all physical bullies), slip his head deliberately on the chest and spring it up into his face, and let him get away with it?

Wilmar Barrios somehow stayed on the field despite deliberately headbutting England midfielder Jordan Henderson.
“What is the point having VAR if someone headbutts someone in the face and not get sent off?

Wrestling players to the ground. Scuffing up the penalty spot while arguing with the pathetic referee. No wonder the cheating drug-taking Maradona supported them.

I am so surprised at their blatant antics and not one animal getting a red-card. I don’t suppose that the FIFA officials had been back-handed?

I don’t use Columbia’s or anyone else’s drugs. But at least, they do send in a good supply for us here in the UK:

Five men have been arrested after half a tonne of cocaine worth more than £50m was discovered in a private jet. In what is believed to be one of the most significant recent seizures of its kind, Border Force officers found around 500kg of the class A drug after searching an aircraft that flew into the UK from Bogota in Colombia on Monday.

I shall refuse to buy their bananas, though, in future. Hehehe!

Although a tough match, I got greater satisfaction out of this fantastic result, due to the vicious cheating and violence used by the Columbian players, and FIFA’s glaring pandering to the South Americans, not preventing an England win, even if on Penalties.

I could again, not get to sleep for replaying the match in my head. Resulting in another almost sleepless night. Tsk!

TTFN.

Monday 2nd July 2018

Albanian: E hënë, 2 Korrik 2018

0500hrs: I woke after very little sleeping, and the initial thought activation informed me that I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne with as much haste as was possible. So I did. Escaping the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively pain-free this morning.

The evacuation was of prolific proportions, but minimal bleeding from front and rear. 

Washed and got on with the Health Checks, and made up last weeks record on Excel.

Took the medications and made a brew of tea, then started to update yesterday’s Inchcock Today. This took a few hours, too long. For it meant I did not have time to get the ablutions tended to in time to catch the bus to get some bread and milk.

So, I made a start on this blog.

I must say, I feel a lot better than last night. Come to think of it, this should only be expected I suppose. With the horrible depressing, lonely weekend gone and being a Monday, I have a chance of social intercourse with someone today, with the family. (In the block of flats).

I was slightly concerned when a summoning to the Porcelain Throne came again. This time Harold’s Haemorrhoids did bleed, but ‘not a lot’ – as Paul Daniels used to say. Hehe!

I got caught up to here on this blog. I thought I’d get the ablutions done, then have a walk up and through the Woodthorpe Park down into Sherwood and catch a bus to Arnold, where I can do a search for fresh pod peas, sourdough bread, and spring water. Of course, I shall not buy anything, not on my shopping list. (I can do this… I can do this… I can do this…) Hehehe!

I tried to clear up some of the tiny beetles that were all over the kitchen. If they have come through the holes in the wall or through the windows, I don’t know. But I woke up Sunday with some on my stomach and arm. You cannot kill them with fly spray. They have to be crushed until you can feel their shell breaking to get rid of the pesky things!

I’ve already got the black bags ready to take to the waste chute on the way out, all stacked in the kitchen. (Eight small sacks: It is a nuisance with the chute opening being reduced in size – but, it had to be done. Some naughty pensioners have been shoving stuff, like blankets, broken furniture and oil cans down and blocking things up, Tsk!)

When I got in the wet room, the place smelt musty. And twenty or thirty of the little beetles were spread out over the floor. By the time I was ready to have the shower, time was running out for me to catch the bus on time, so I had a stand-up session.

Then the sink plug connector broke off. Tsk!

All ready, at last. I didn’t see a soul as I deposited the black bags, down in the lift, through the lobby and out onto Chestnut Walk all alone. A few workmen were busy at it, both blocks and the new Extra Care build in between.

With a smile, I bade a cheery “Good Morning” to the tractor operator and waved to him. Judging by his lips wobbling and curling, I lipread it as I had got a Phwert or Humph back in return. Hehe!

I hobbled along, enjoying the sunshine, with my hat and arms covered, of course, due to the carcinoma. I don’t half get some funny looks when I have to hide the skin in sunny weather.

I got to the abandoned-looking devoid of people, Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

In one end, out of the other. Another empty place. No tenants at the bus stop either. I did feel lonely! The temperature read 29°c.

Two lady residents joined me at the bus stop. We had a laugh and chinwagging session.

Then caught the bus the Caught the bus down into Sherwood.

Crossed over the Mansfield Road. Where I took this photograph of a handbag in raffia on a street decoration. I thought TFZer Lyzzie in America, might like this one. I thought at first; it was a bag of some sort.

Now I see the photograph as I put it on the blog, I’m not so sure, after all. Lyzzi loves her handbags and purses.

I went into the Wilko store and got some of their liquid soapflakes, and a new plug for the wet room sink, well two of them.

I paid the lady and out for a walk down the incline to the Co-op store.

As I walked down to the Co-op shop, it was as if I was in a film noir for a few moments. Melancholy, alienation, bleakness, silence, disillusionment, disenchantment, pessimism, ambiguity, moral corruption, evil, guilt, vagueness and paranoia, all at the same time. I was surrounded by traffic and Nottinghamians, as well.

I then realised that both hearing aid batteries had conked out at the same time. Haha!

The Big issue Lady seller with her three mobile phones was having a day off, today.

Into the store and found some fresh looking pod peas. They didn’t have any sourdough bread or Lemon spring water. I got a bottle of Indian tonic and a Lucozade on Special Offer.

I’d paid the lady and got outside. Had a grubble about in the bags and found some hearing aid batteries at the bottom of the bag. Replaced them, and like a good, caring citizen, I took the old ones and dropped them in the battery recycling box back in the Co-op. 

Braggadocio, haughty, self-congratulatory and immodesty modes all adopted! Hehehe!

With trepidation, I turned left and along Winchester Street hill, and took a snap of the bottom end of the road. And heard my name being called. It was Cyndy across the road. I didn’t realise it when I took this photograph, but I caught Cyndy in it the picture on the other side of the roadway. Lovely to see her after so long. I can call tomorrow after 1230hrs to give her, her belated birthday chocolates. Good job I’d just put the new batteries in the aids, cause I could hear all she said from the other side of the road. Of course, remembering what she said, might be more difficult. Hahaha!

Now, cheered up considerably by seeing Cyndy, I pressed on up the hill, feeling happier and revivified.

I stopped near the garages close to the top of the road for a breather. Oh dearie me! I’d left the bottle of Lucozade back on Mansfield Road when I emptied the bag to find the hearing aid batteries.

What a Grade ‘A’ Klutz! Too tired to go back to fetch it now, not that it would still be there, of course, it has probably been drunk by a Nottinghamian already, with this heat. Derp! 

These and Accifauxpas don’t bother too much, though. I’m lucky suffering from Whoopsiedangleplopilisations so regularly. I become anticipatory of such events, and when they come, they are greeted as a fundamental part of my life. Did I say that? Hehe!

To the top of Winchester Street, the seeds and leaves from the blackberry bushes (I think), had laid a carpet of welcome all the way up to the top of the road.

Turned left onto Chestnut Walk and the flats, old and soon to be new.

Hobbled along to the end block, my beloved Woodthorpe Court. The heat and humidity seem to be getting worse, or stronger whichever way one looks at it.

No signs of any residents lurking about.

The Willmott Dixon lads were still grafting away.

Got in the flats. As I got out of the lift, Obergruppenfurhress Warden Deana appeared through the fire escape door and gave me a hello, which I returned. I actually felt sorry for the gal. She is just back after a fortnight’s holiday (vacation). I assumed with it being the start of the month, she has to check that the monthly wristlet fire-alarm battery checks have been made. I don’t envy her job, with Obersturmführeress Warden Julie away for two weeks, now. All the building works going on, and the tenants irritable and flaking out in the heat. Haha!

I made a battery test call myself later one. But, the stutters came over me while I was doing it. I don’t think it impressed the controller. Tsk!

Put the nibbles away and got on with updating this diary.

Went to the wet room for a wee-wee and found a dozen or two of the little beetles all over the floor, and the room smelt more musty that it did this morning. This reminded me of the sink plug I’d bought still needed fitting.

Nae bother, for an experienced, razor sharp, young, fit, capable, ace DIYer like wot I am, surely? Exasperated sigh!

Of course, I could not find the pliers, despite a good ten-minute searching around for them.

I somewhat unthinkingly thought I could bend the wires with a metal cutter thingy.
I put the facecloths in the sink, and part-filled it with hot water, to test the plug. The water slowly drained away as I stood looking at it. Ah, well!

Went to get a drink from the fridge and noticed the thermometer read 35c, about 95f that is. No wonder our gang of old foggies aren’t out and about is it?

I did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Herbert was offering me the odd bang or clunk now and then. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll just have to live with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, now.

I feel for the lads working outside in this heat. I think they may have given them a break though because the big hoists have not been in use today.

Getting late for me. 1620hrs. But being as I have had trouble getting to sleep lately, I’ll work on. Oh, I am a hero. Hahaha! Got up to here with the updating, had a dizzy, a wee-wee and went on Facebooking.

Caught up with the WordPress Reader section.

1815hrs: Totally shattered now, got the nosh in the oven.

The evening sky was well red and picturesque.

Mary from Australia gave me some tips on making some roast chopped spuds, and I tried it out in this meal.

Not sure if the rich seasoning will affect the innards or not yet, might find out in the morning? Oh, dear!

However, it tasted so good, I enjoyed it very much.

I watched the Japan v Belgium World Cup Match. Being so late, I fell asleep several times and missed the Belgian goals. Humph! So no comments on the match, other than what I did see, had no histrionics from the brave Japanese players.

I can only remember the penalties clearly. And nothing much after the game. It was hours before I drifted off to sleep.

TTFN.

Sunday 1st July 2018

Icelandic: Sunnudagur 1. Júlí 2018

0505hrs: I wish I could recall anything about the dream I knew I’d been having, but no facts, storylines or notions of what they were about was retained. Humph!
I tried to get back to sleep in hopes of recontacting with the nightmare, but no, once awake, that’s it for me, I just have to get up. Or at least lay there while the muddled brain sorts itself out so I can remove my bulky but flabby-flobby body from the £300 second-hand recliner.

The agony; and this description is a fair one, from Harold’s Haemorrhoids was terrible! But, on the plus-side, Duodenal Donald was content not to bother me at all.

After disentangling myself from the chair, I visited the Porcelain Throne for an overdue evacuation. Not a messy one this time. Cleaned, dried and medicated the piles and had a quick wash.

To the kitchen to get the dosage pots made-up for the coming week. Even I find it hard to believe that the following sequences of Whoopsiedangleplops took place, I was here suffering them, and getting well wee’d-off, irked, exasperated and choleric with myself, as they seemed to go on neverendlingly!

And I woke in such a reasonable frame of mind as well.

I dropped the evening tray of half-sorted pots, and of course, the lids were open at the time and spent what seemed like a couple of days on my knees searching for and retrieving most of them. Then seemingly another hour in my getting back up on my feet! Huh!

Health checks about to be done, not without a bit of a kerfuffle come-bother later. Firstly, the flipping hemadynamometer failed to work for about four attempts. On the fifth try, it worked without any trouble.

Then I dropped the hypodermic and broke it. At least I knew why I did this, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven hit me without any warning.

Eventually, I got the medications resorted and back in the drawer with the other trays. Not comfortable with the shakes. But they didn’t last long this time.

The three photographs on the left here were intended to show a ginormous bee. As I was getting the camera out of the tiny gap in the window, it appeared and buzzed around showing a lot of interest in my fingers and the Lumix.  I did not want the bee to come in through the opening, but I wanted to get a photograph of some sort of it. The result being these three bumblebee-free shots above. He was very quick. Haha!

Back to the Health Checks again.

On to the computer and updated the Excel HC figures.

I cleaned the potatoes and podded the fresh garden peas, and got them in the slow-cooker on a low light.

For a so-called slow-cooker, the sides warmed up quickly this morning. Burnt the end of two digits Haha!

On the computer and began to finish off yesterday’s Inchcock Today post.

I then had a series of Whoopsiedangleplops in quick succession.

• Dizzy Dennis gave me another visit.
• Herbert started his scrapping/dragging something, tip-tap noises
• I apprehended that blood from the fungal lesion was seeping through the PPs.
  
• I began a sneezing session that I was so glad finally ended.
• Then within seconds, a very urgent and unexpected call to Porcelain Throne arrived.

A tad bewildered with the onslaught of the sudden ailments, but I knew the need for the Porcelain Throne was the first and foremost that needed time in actioning.

I think you would have liked to had a good laugh if you had seen my antics in responding to the Throne usage needs.

  As I hurried to the wetroom; I knocked over the waste bin next to the computer chair.

Stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.

The lingering dizzies caused me to bang my shoulder on the door frame when I entered the Throne Room!

The evacuation made a right mess of me, the porcelain and the floor! Had to clean and medicate the lesion and haemorrhoids yet again! Took me ages, but I felt a lot better afterwards.

I’ve never used so much Daktacort miconazole anti-fungal cream in one day like this before. Or got through so much Germoloid cream, or used so many Protection Pants up in such a short time either. Thank heavens for Michaels help in that department.

I made a resolution to try and remain Whoopsiedangleplopless for the rest of today.

Started this post going up to here. Made a brew. And got the Morrison order made and sent off.

Many hours spent on blogging.

Did the next Health Checks and got the nosh on the go early so I could watch the (As I now know, Fiddled, crooked, Mother Russia bribed refereed); World Cup Match, Putin’s Thugs v the Danish Dilitants.

The meal was prepared, and with a lot of burnt fingers, dirty pots pans and cutlery and niggling kerfuffle as well.

I did not get the seasoning anywhere near to how I’d intended it to turn out.

But, it was passable and just about deserved its taste-rating of 7.5/10.

The Russian Mafia… football team, played to a plan and stuck with it. Assisted by the crooked referee who was brilliantly talented, in applying his skills and intent on Russia winning.

As the BBC put it later: Hosts Russia pulled off the biggest shock of the 2018 World Cup so far as they beat 2010 winners Spain in the first penalty shootout of the tournament to reach the quarter-finals for the first time in 48 years.

I found it difficult at first after the game, to understand how the Russians got away with fouling and manhandling the Danish players in the box so often, on the corners, without a mention from the bent referee, or the dishonest VAR monitor’s employed by Mother Russia, who ignored the Russian wrestlers’ antics. No doubt they were feeling threatened or backhanded to do so. Let’s face it, it is FIFA we are talking about, here.

Recent threats from Putin, include:

• 1st March: Putin threatened the West with a new generation of nuclear weapons Thursday, including what he described as an “invincible” intercontinental cruise missile and an atomic torpedo that could outsmart all American defences.
• 2nd March: Putin threatened America with his invincible nuke!
• 5th April: Putin Tells Britain; You’ll be sorry at UN meeting.
• 7th June: Putin threatened: If anyone attacks Russia, World War Three will end the civilised world. Although, how civilised was the chosen word to use, I don’t know!
  

It looks like Russia might win the world cup after all? Hahaha!

Did the last Health Checks and medicationing.

As I settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner, all interest, resolution and willpower failed, frighteningly quickly.

The unwanted fatigue overshadowed me. No nodding-offs arrived. I sat there with the brain closed-down, heedlessly, vacuously staring at some rubbish on the box, without any willpower to concentrate or to turn off the TV for ages. Semiconscious of my own existence, sensations, thoughts, surroundings, etc. The lowest part of the day for me this was, I felt out of control, phlegmatic, emotionless, lethargic and aimlessly acceptant of my failings.

I must have nodded off because I woke up with a start! Hehehe! Herbert was knocking away, at least I think it was him.

A thirst came over me, and I went off to get a drink of milk.

What a fantastic skyline greeted me when I got to the refrigerator.

So late at night, too.

I got the milk and returned to the recliner. Much more interested in life again now.

But, the brain started coming out of its hibernation and began going off on its meanderings, fretting, self-hatred and fearing everything again. Sleep was impossible. I think it must have been well into the early hours of the morning before I got off into the land of Nod. Still, I got there eventually. I hate weekends! Tsk!