I stirred into semi-life and had another attempt at remembering the dreams, again without any luck. Glanced at the clock… Gotten Himmel, It was 0600hrs! I’d been in the land of nod, on and off for over seven hours. I must have been tired, not like me to sleep anywhere near this length of time.
To the porcelain after extracting myself from the shaking wobbly £300 second-hand recliner. So, some good news here again this morning, Little Inchy had responded well to the new cream (Although it did sting a bit more than the other one, hehe), and had not bled at all overnight. Haemorrhoid Harold was only leaking little bits, and this despite the painful evacuation battle just undertaken. Even Duodenal Daniel was a lot easier too. Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were the only ones upset with me.
Did the first Health Checks. All okay. Took the medications.
Computer switched on and yesterday’s diary was finished off. Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw.
Did the second Health Checks, okay again.
Blogged on for a while.
Then went on Facebook.
Did the third Health Checks, okay yet again.
Did some graphics and posted them off to the TFZ site.
Letters from the bank – all sorted now with the new card.
Did an order for a Morrison delivery for next week and changed the details, but it would not accept my payment. Turned it all off and back on again and tried once more and it took it this time.
Pleased with some long awaited progress, I cleaned the kitchen up a bit. This turned out to be not such a good idea. Within minutes I’d burnt my finger and broke a mug and clouted my head on the draining board.
Got a bit peckish early on today, so made the fodder.
A steak pie, new potatoes, garden peas, mushroom with soy sauce and beetroots. A banana and lemon fool followed.
A nice one, despite my dropping some of the peas off the plate and having to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, getting the hoover and brush and cleaning up the mess and the meal got cold before I got back to it. Interesting searching for the peas and thinking you’ve got them all, putting the hoover away and finding more – twice! Tsk! Still, I have plenty of comestibles and victuals to hand.
I double checked the bank paperwork and was satisfied I’d not made any errors. (Fingers crossed here)
Washed the pots and had a look what was on the TV tonight. Decided to watch some DVDs of Doctor Who.
As I settled, two more garden peas were spotted, on the chair this time – and I took off the cover and shook it earlier? I checked underneath it and hit my head in the same spot as I did earlier against the kitchen sink.
Eventually, I got to watched some of the DVD and the innards started rumbling, but this did not last, as soon as I paid yet another visit to the [prcelain, it stopped bothering me.
Took the medications and idly did nothing else other than Health Check and watch the DVD. Finally nodded off around 2130hrs.
Last night, well this morning early, I had a dream so confusing and remembered some of it.
But can I make sense of it?
No!
I set about doing this graphicalisation of the main things, I could recall.
Mostly because I enjoy making them, Hehe!
This is the scene in the brain I recall best. The sign for Mars elections and the Bush fiddling Presidents was there alright. Lynton Cox on the scene too. I feel there were so many other things going on as well.
I know I had many other dreams as well but no recollections of any details?
Woke around 0230hrs, doing my bestest to recall the dreams, but not much luck again. Themes and feelings from them yes, this time a happier atmosphere, but no details. Tsk! Deliberated on life in great depth – two minutes later I dismounted the scarily shuddering £300 second-hand recliner and off to the porcelain.
Little Inchy had been bleeding, he always seems to after the medicos take their samples and prod and poke him at the examinations. Not too bad, though, I got the new cream out of the fridge and applied both that and the old one… too late I remembered they told me to use them on alternate days, Tsk! Did my best to removed all of it and reapplied the new one again. No ablutions yet, too early to risk disturbing the neighbours.
Made a mug of tea and took the medications, I did do the Health Checks but decided to carry out the weighing later when I have my shower, and all the clothing will be off this magnificently misshaped wobbly body. Hehe!
The BP was a bit low, well, the Sys (142) was, anyway. So when I made another cuppa, I did them again, this time up to (151), so no worries.
Onto WordPress and finalised yesterday’s diary and got it posted.
Started doing the graphic for the top first.
Moved onto Facebook.
Had a good long shave, cleaned teggies, scrub-up under the shower; using the back brush, scouring sponge and Dettol soap.
Then dried off and medicated, creamed and lotioned the areas in need of the same. Oiled the ear-holes, applied the deodorants, then weighed me self while naked…
And still, the flipping untrustworthy dial indicated that I had gained weight again! Tsk!
Got the nibbles and prizes ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour meeting and set off with them… got as far as the lift and realised I’d forgotten to check the kitchen, so returned and was so glad I did, I’d left the tap running. Turned it off, and the wet-room light I’d left on as well (Huh), out to the lift once more, pressed the button… then returned to the flat to collect the hearing aids. Sad, is not the word is it?
Had a natter with Roys wife in the lobby before her taxi arrived, then out to the Winwood Social Hut for the meeting. So happy that I could get to one again at last.
It was Eddy’s 94th birthday today. Sarnies and cake supplied for him by the group. BJ was late, nothing unusual there with him (Hehe), and he was in fine form and looking well fit. Nice little chinwags, gave out the nibbles and went back to the flats having a laugh with some ladies as we struggled to get back in the high winds.
Got in the flat and as I made a strong cuppa to have before going out again, I espied some wood pigeon or doves right over in the copse way off in the distance. A sure sign that the growth on the trees were returning. Took a few shots, this being the only one that came out decently.
Looking at it closer later, when I posted it, they’re three birds, (I thought there were only two) all having a kip by the look of it. The leaf/twig in front of the far one, almost makes it look like a swan?
Mum, Dad and offshoot? Bootiful!
Got the bags and set out to the bus stop and caught the L9 into Nottingham after a gossip with some tenants.
The Ladybirds, or Ladybugs to the Americans, were rampant on the concrete pillars and seats in the bus shelter again today.
Called in the Victoria Centre to get some of the dark chocolate cashew nuts, but they had sold-out. Went to the Jamaican food stall and got the last two tins of Shiitake & PoKu mushrooms. Then caught a bus to Bulwell to have a look for bargains in the cheap food shops there. After wandering around for over two hours or so, I realised that there were none of any interest to me.
Decided to go back to town on the tram, but having just missed one, I caught (Or so I thought) the bus back to town. I settled with the crossword book for a good while, when I looked up, I had no idea where I or the bus was! Extreme Whoopsiedangleplop!Having the comfort of the Pensioners Bus Pass in my power, I let it take me on, and after going through many estates, some I recognised, I knew we were going towards Arnold, so I stayed on and luckily, over an hour after getting on the wrong bus, I got off at the back of Asda in Arnold.
Noticed the bus I got off of was a City Loop one, I was none the wiser. However a bit of luck here, I noticed on the read out board for the stop, the L9, which will take me to the flats, was due in five minutes! Fifteen minutes later it arrived, and I was so pleased. Hehe!
I’d been into town, got two tins of mushrooms, went to Bulwell found nothing I wanted, got lost ending up in Arnold and caught a bus back to the flats… over four hours lost in getting two tins of mushrooms! And I forgot to go to the bank. Hehehe!
A rather inefficacious outing to say the least.
Back at the flats and hastily as I could manage into the porcelain room. Phew, just in the nick of time, too! Little Inchy got caught in the haste for his services, and the blood flowed. Tsk! Cleaned up changed togs and applied the Anti-fungal OTC cream.
Letter from the bank had been received, put it to one side to read when I was in a more receptive mood.
Got the fodder prepared.Easy job today, I’d left the mushrooms in the slow cooker and they were ready.
An easy job today, I’d left the mushrooms in the slow cooker and they were ready.
Tin of curried beans and some crispy streaky smoked bacon were added, a pot of Lemon Fool and a banana for afters.
I felt well drained and a bit of a fool myself, with the Whoopsidangleplop on the bus.
Washed the pots and settled to watch some more of the Doctor Who DVD.
Little Inchy had responded well to the new cream and didn’t leak at all from then on.
1800hrs: Turned over to the TV to watch Heartbeat… don’t remember much more until I woke around 2300hrs. This time I tried to recall the dreams I just knew I’d been having without any luck at all, then just drifted off back into the land of nod again.
A fragmentary dream filled sleep, with sporadic waking up and fretting over everything and nothing. Found I’d made more notes about the nightmares, but none of them readable at all. I do hate it when this happens. I go weeks without remembering any dreams, then a few days clarity and back to the mystery. Hey-ho!
0400hrs: Out of the £300 wobbly second-hand recliner and to the porcelain. Good this morning, no bleeding anywhere. Duodenal Daniel and Roger Reflux were giving me what for, but easily endurable at the time. Pondered as I sat there on the throne, about what needed attention and action today. Morrison’s delivery 0630 >0730hrs, Dentist visit 0900hrs, Clinic 1130hrs and fresh bread needed.
Carried out the ablutions without getting any cuts shaving or bleeding from Inchies lesion. Things seemed to be going well. I was worried about this!
Weighed me bulky, flobby, body. Down this morning, the first time for a while. Into the kitchen and made a nice mug of tea, and did the health checks.
Into the kitchen and made a nice mug of Twinings English Breakfast tea. A bit scented, but nice occasionally. And did the health checks.
Then did the health checks and took the medications.
The Morrison’s delivery driver arrived.
There seemed to be rather lot more fodder in the order today.So I set about sorting the stuff out
So I started sorting the stuff out.
I found the ‘Free’ Strawberry yoghourt pack and put it in the bag ready for when I get out, to drop it off at the Winwood Centre to give to Obergruppenfurheress’s Deana and Julie later.
I recall thinking about ordering some smoked streaky bacon when I did the order but thought I’d decided against this, as I had the Polish Bean Stew to have. But there were two packs of the stuff in there?
Computer activated and finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off, then started this one.
Cost me a good few hours of my life, and I was not really happy with the result, but I enjoyed doing it. I could tell things were improving in the depression stakes even if only a temporary situation, it cheered me a little and a very rare, warm contentment overcame me as I pressed on with graphicalisationing until it was nearly time to get myself ready for me to get out and do something for once.
I got the nibbles in the bag for the Wardens, record sheet for the Clinic and set out. Got as far as the lift and realised I had not taken the mobile with me, nipped back and collected it. Going down in the lift, it dawned on me I hadn’t got the hearing aids in… Tsk! Decided if I went back to the flat again, I’d be likely to be late for the dentist appointment, so plodded on without them.
I had a wonderfully warm laugh and conversation with a lady tenant in the lobby on my way out. Roy’s better half, who is as perfect a subject to lip-read as I have ever found.
Called at the bottle bank on Chestnut Grove first.
Then into the Winwood Hut to drop off the treats. Back, up Chestnut Walk, up the steep gravel hill passing the copse, (Anne Gyna let me know this was not a good idea, Hehe) left down through Woodthorpe Grange Park, left up Mansfield Road, over the hill and down to the Dentists. Had a bit of a farce trying to communicate with the receptionists without the hearing aids in. An assistant came down into the reception area to fetch me, this has never happened before, and I realised she had been on the stairs behind calling my name without me hearing her for a while.
I was booked in with a different dentist today, in a separate treatment room (Second floor), which involved my having to climb two set of stairs to get there. Luckily Arthur Itis was kind at that moment. (Although Anne Gyna was still annoyed at my walk up through the park) Dr Vitish Patel this time, Young Asian, designer stubble, handsome and with an almost entirely undecipherable voice.
The layout of the tiny room was different to the usual one and the chair easy to fall out of. The most surprising thing I noticed was the lack of dead insects in the ceiling lighting housing, compared to the usual room.
Got leant back and he carried out the checks within minutes and declared, I need a filling and a chipped front lower tooth repairing. The cracked tooth was not giving me any bother, mind you, the hole wasn’t either. I decided to have the filling done there and then when he offered to do it. Two minutes later, it was done.
Down to pay the characterless receptionist for the treatment, got next appointment and hobble out and down the road to the Wilko store. Where I bought a pack of cheap teaspoons to replace the mysteriously disappearing ones at the flat. Like the odd socks. I wonder if this happens to others? Also got some toilet blocks, bleach, antiseptic disinfectant, batteries for the radio, air spray and citrus deodorant.
Called in the bank, but the manager was unavailable today.
Back across the road and down to the Continental Deli shop. Where I spent, even more, money when I espied that they had some huge jars of Fasolka on the shelves, some bread and cooked belly pork with herbs.
Made my way back up to Winchester Street Hill, in the hope of catching an L8 bus up to the flats, as I was now overloaded with heavy stuff in two bags. But the bus came around the corner as I was waiting to cross the road to the bus stop. Shame that!
I had to struggle up the hill with frequent stops to put the bags down and get me wind back.
As I arrived at the top and turned left towards the flats, I put the bags on the decaying roadside bench and stood for a few minutes, pondering on life in general.
The jargogle of thoughts served only to confuse me more about the reason for life’s creation.
Nowadays things are happening quicker, more intense, greedy, selfish, nihilistic… so much extra information and advice for the youngsters to absorb and understand.
Still, the day was warm and humid, and I was going to see Olive when I got in. The eerie sensation of semi-contentment attempting to overcome me unnerved my consciousness. I pondered on how long this would last and when the next Whoopsiedangleplop would arrive?
I pressed on and got into the flats and called on Olive. T’was like going into a room and being greeted with warmth and getting soaked in appreciation of being there.
She had the cleaner ladies with her, and she looked fantastic. She was going into hospital again next week, for the final tests to see if her Crohns disease will allow her to have her hip operation. Amazing woman, she looked cheery and chatted to me despite her obvious pain. I am honoured to know the lady. After a chinwag and laugh twixt us all, I gave her peck and returned with the bags to the flat.
Put the shopping away and departed to catch the 40 bus straight to the clinic.
Mr Grumpy, was on the reception again today. Signed in and gave him the paperwork, took a seat and I waited to be called in. Good job I took the crossword book with me, because I got in alright, but 40 minutes after the appointment time. Still, they did look very busy.
They took the tissue sample, and the usual gang of students and nurses were joined by what appeared to be a new intake, all came to have a look (And have a snide poorly concealed giggle) as they peered through the gigantic lighted magnifying machine at Little Inchies lesion. After the examination proper, they took another sample (They probably found out it hurts? Hehe!) for further analysis. The Lady Doctor said she was pleased with the lesion’s depth reduction, but concerned about the swelling, and asked me detailed questions about recent activities in that area. Overall, it was improving, but infection is always possible and got the nurse to get me some new cream to use. This must be kept in the fridge and taken out only when I need to use it. Said this might help with the swelling and to use it along with the usual Daktacort Cream. She is to let me know the next appointment by email and letter.
Caught the bus (Thank heavens for the Pensioners Free Bus Pass) back to the flat, well drained and weary by then.
Got the nosh on.
Roast spuds, mushrooms, garden peas, beetroot and some bread with belly pork and herb.
Maybe cause I was feeling a bit cheerier, I really did enjoy this one, and I gave it a deserved 9.59/10 rating.
Once I washed the pots and got settled into the £300 second-hand recliner, Anne Gyna gave me some peace and I got the DVD on to watch some Doctor Who episodes without falling asleep at all! Oh yes! Hehe!
When I changed to the TV to watch some selected programmes that I fancied… the first commercial break sent me off into the land of nod.
I stirred in the second-hand £300 recliner chair around 0245hrs and thought of the dreams I’d been having, all I recalled was something about an interview in an office and my not knowing any of the answers to the questions demanding the same.This reminded me that I must search for the bank folder with the details and advice in it that I could not find last night. But first things first. 0300hrs: Out of the working shudderingly chair and to the porcelain room.
As I sat on the throne I had a period of febriculose. Although sore, Little Inchy had not been bleeding. Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding just a little, but nowt to worry about. Duodenal Daniel and Anne Gyna both felt a little less severe than yesterday, so things were not looking bad at all.
I decided to get the laundry done first this morning. Down to the laundry room and got the stuff in the washer. Back up and had a search for the bank package… not luck, and panic was setting in. Had I left it at Olive’s? Had I thrown it in the bin for some reason? Oh Heck!
Soon time to go down and move the washing into the dryer.Up to the flat and got the computer on, made a mug of tea and had breakfast.
Up to the flat and got the computer on, made a nice strong (Thompson’s tea bags) mug of tea and had breakfast.
Got started on the blog and the time soon shot by, so down to retrieve the clothes from the Laundry room. All done by 0505hrs. Into the bag. cleaned the filters and wiped surfaces.
Up and put the clothes away, and I had a deep search for the bank wallet thingy. Amazingly. I found it in the first place I looked! It was between the other wallets in a stack that I did not look in between. Huh, worra clot! But a bit happier clot now. Hehe!
I did the kitchen floor, swept and mopped it. For some reason or other, I used the old mop that was a bit bedraggled? No idea why.
Back on the computer, updated the Morrison Order.
Last night I tried one of the Polish Fasolka jars of bean, bacon and sausage stew in tomatoes. I added some balsamic vinegar, and it was very nice indeed, so I added some to the Morrison’s order for Wednesday delivery.
I’ve got a free 4-pack of Greek strawberry yoghourt coming as well? My first thought was that I could hand this in as a raffle prize at the Winwood Social Hour on Thursday. Then pondered on whether something else would stop me attending this week again? Will the bank manager ever call me like he said he was going to? Will the clinic change any appointments again?
At least tomorrow, I only have three things arranged yet, according to my Google Calendar anyway.
I must not forget the dentist.
Finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off into the ether.
Started this one off.
Wonder if the bank manager will call me today? I got an email from their head office or whatever this morning, no, yesterday it was – Welcoming me to the bank? Yet still, I have no solution to the Proof of ID problem?
Did some WordPress reading.
Then onto Facebooking.
Then Graphicalisationing.
Got this one finished for the TFZers site.
Then set about starting the daily feast.
Today I opted for something a little unconventional.
Mushroom Rissoto, a sliced apple, a small can of vegetarian sausage and baked beans to be followed with a pot of Lemon Curd yoghourt.
This decision was prompted partly by the lack of choice in the fridge, of fodder to choose from – induced by my having to stay in so as not to miss the call from the new prospective Bank Manager for two days, that still has not arrived.
However, it was delicious. I added a drop of soy sauce to the rissoto. Very tasty! Things will improve option-wise shortly in the food options area, I’ve got the Morrison delivery coming tomorrow morning, I hope, between 0630 > 0730hrs.
Must remember the 0900hr dentist visit, as well as the Clinic… oh and call at the bank too on Wednesday (Tomorrow). Luckily no cleaners, nurses (Enoxaparin injections), Susan Chiropodist or INR blood tests arranged on this day.
Got changed and settled to watch some of the Dr Who DVD, then onto the TV… I don’t know why I bother mind, I’d kept drifting off and missed more that I watched. Nothing new there then. Hehe!
Early dreams that I made notes of that I found as I kept waking, but could not remember the dream or scribbling the notes? Not much of a clue. I’d written: Old dreams – Co-op, housing estate, delivery bike, ordering. That’s all. I assume with the word dream there, and that they were, actually notes about the dream, and not some sort of reminder of things for me to do? Sad innit?
0300hrs or there about’s, I woke and lay pondering on the odd even for me, dreams I’d just had. A mixture of jobs I’ve had over the years all mixed up together. The mine clearance in Wales accident, chasing after the girls at Tesco, getting lost in the warehouse, being shot on security assignment, Rempston College nightmares, being made redundant and when I fell into a grave when on duty at Carlton Cemetary.
I’m sure there was much more but these I could recognise and remembered. Then it felt like I had snuffed it and in a queue in an underground railway station with thousands of other people all fighting to be the ones to jump on the line when a train passed by? I even thought in the dream; “Why am doing this when I’ve already crocked-out?” I gave up trying to win and went into a public toilet that changed into a casino when I went through the door. Surprising, ’cause I do not gamble or even like gambling, but the bank manager, Olive and cyber buddy Lynton Cox were all there of the roulette table and they got me making sandwiches and cups of tea and coffee for them… unsure what took place for a while then. But I found myself back on a wooden boat on the canal with it leaking and the fast flowing water, bubbling again… really oddly, I felt comforted and at home here having dreamt so often of similar scenarios over the years? Hey-ho!
Not until after I had made some notes on my pad to use to write this later, did I start to fret and worry about the bank situation, Duodenal Daniel and Anne Gyna were giving me the odd, uncomfortable moment again this morning.
Around 0400hrs, the £300 second-hand recliner worked perfectly to allow me out and to the wetroom to tend to the porcelain duties and have a good shave and shower. Little Inchy was not bleeding. But was damned sore for some reason. Haemorrhoid Harold leaked a little.
I had a great scrub up in the shower.
Did the first health checks, all looked okay to me?
Then made a nice strong mug of tea and had my breakfast.
Got WordPress going, and realised that I had lost the Premium Service. Contacted their helpline. Felt a right fool again, it was the
Grammarly, not WordPress. Is it time I was serviced and MOT’d? Or refurbished, or just put out to stud? Hehe!
Sent an email pleading for help with the Stones & Pounds format in the Health Checks page in Excel, to Tim Price. I’m not sure if I’m getting accurate readings for the weight averages using the form I am doing with only one decimal place?
I wonder which imbroglio I’ll get jargogled with next? Humph! It’s a good job I don’t suffer from Kakorrhaphiophobia innit.
Then I did some diary work on these WordPress journals? Onto Facebook afterwards, still trying to keep busy and not have time to dwell on the problems.
Finalised the latest TFZer graphicalisation. Quite proud of this effort, I must say.
Waited from 0700hrs to 1315hrs for the call from the Bank Manager, no luck yet?
Did some more word finding storing them on Word in the Drop-Box. f
Going to call on Olive in a while, to ask her for some advice, because I have received an email from the TSB, welcoming me to the bank?f
Yet they told Olive Friday that they would phone me today in respect of the ID problem with the Council Tax?
This is what they said.
I’m really frustrated, more confused and depressed again now, Grumph!
Then I looked for the Introductory Pack I got from the bank last week and couldn’t find it!
Morose, I got the meal and settled down to stew away in deep pointless, lugubrious and pessimistic ponderings on life. Will I ever get my eunoia and or confidence back?
After a night of dreadful dreams again, a mixed bag this night, but all unwanted and not nice. Well, that’s not strictly right, I recall one of them a bit. I was sat high up in a tree in a wood of some sort and animals were climbing up to me one at a time and somehow I taught them to speak and recognise the English language? They, in turn, decided if they wanted to keep these skill or not, and the next one would arrive. Seem to remember birds, a cat and a snake?
At 0130hrs I had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and make for the porcelain – as soon as I stood up I realised that either Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harry had been bleeding. I felt down enough as it was, without this. Struggled to evacuate the tummy innards as I found that both of the little bleeders had bled. Tsk! Put the clothes in a bucket of soapy disinfected water and hobbled (Yes, Arthur Itis was bothersome along with the same as yesterday, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Daniel joined in) to the kitchen to make myself a mug of tea and do the first Health Checks.
Put two potatoes with some basil and sea salt into the pan on a low heat (Far too early I realised later). Too late to turn them off without spoiling them, I left them on and I’ll mash them and add the cheese and leave it until later to put them in the oven to roast.
Recognised that I’d missed doing the weighing on the checks so stripped off revealing my magnificent body (All right, enough of that laughing… hehe!) and did so.
I’ve now completed twp weeks of records on the new spreadsheet. The weekly averages in red showed little change – until I realised I’d put today’s weight in the wrong format. Changed it now and it reads average 14.76 instead of.. oh I’ve made a mess of this altogether. I’m not sure if I can get it in Stones and Pounds? I’ll ask Tim in America if I remember to. If anyone can help, he’s the man.
As I went through to make another mug of tea, the view outside was nice. Shadows of the hill and flats with a dark sky with the sunshine sneaking through from behind. Which has now gone (The Sun)
Took the medications and applied the creams lotions and ear oil.
I find myself wanting to be doing something all the while in an effort to avoid thinking of the bank problems and if I stop, the ailment pains seem more noticeable?
Sorted out the second draw of medications where I keep the daily doses when set-up, and some creams, ulcer medicine (Even though not very effective) and the BP machine.
I opened the window to clean the edge and was surprised at how cold it was. The internal thermometer was reading 60°f – 16°c. That’ll teach me to leave things alone – I knocked the flask off of the shelf as I shut the window. Needless to say, it broke!
Depressed even further now.
Back on the computer and did the diary posts to date. Had a dizzy a while ago, but it was not bad at all and only lasted a minute or so.
Did some graphicalisationing on Corel Draw & Corel Paint.
This was the last one of three I got finished off.
Took a good while, during which the door chime rang out!
Nervous but excited I opened the door, naturally expecting a busty female in need of compassion, or Olive calling, or BJ or Sister calling or maybe even I’d won something?
No, it was a neighbour wanting some 20p pieces so he could use the launderette.
Had some nice comments received on the WordPress blog.
Went on Facebook, but without my usual zest. Worried about the bank situation too much and what will happen tomorrow.
Sliced the boiled red spuds up and into the oven for an hour. Garden peas in the saucepan. Beetroots, sliced apple, silverskin pickled onions and pork & mushroom pate all onto the plate ready.
Fell asleep for a while, but woke in time and got the nosh served up with a lemon yoghourt.
I’d not done much other than fret and computer work all day, so it was no surprise that I could not get to sleep, even watching the TV didn’t send me off into the land of nod.
Well gone midnight before I drifted into the hellish dreams again.
Yesterday I nosedived into dysphoria at the news and complications with the bank. I spent most of the night awake pondering, regretting and feeling self-pity. I cannot see a solution. This was in-between nod-offs when dreams permeated and I’m sure made me feel worse, but I cannot recall actual details of any of the short dispiriting dreams, just a sense of defeatism and frustration.
Around 0300hrs I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, no demands for the using of the porcelain yet, strange that for me.
Made another brew and did the first Health Checks.
Got the mucky clothes ready and went down to the Laundry Room.
Met fellow tenant Roy doing his laundry and we had a nice chinwag and laugh.
Got the washer going and up to the flat. Still no movement in the porcelain situation.
Made a mug of tea.
Carried out the second Health Check.
The weight seems to be going up and up? The temperature is too. Not that I was too concerned about this, in my low mood.
Back down and moved the clothing into the dryer. Back up to the flat again.
Sorted the medication dosage pots out.
Got the computer on and started these diaries on WordPress.
I have worried about suffering uhtceare, but not any longer do I worry about it, it has become the norm for me each and every morning.
Back down again to collect the now dried washing.
Up and put the clobber away.
Updated the excel readings and found the word uhtceare and loved it, so I used it as in the above. UHTCEARE: “There is a single Old English word meaning ‘lying awake before dawn and worrying.’ Uhtceare is not a well-known word even by Old English standards, which were pretty damn low. In fact, there is only one recorded instance of it actually being used.”Ten rare English Words to use
I’m now hoping someone will notice I’ve used this most appropriate and suitable word, and maybe I can become famous? Forget it, not my luck. Humph!
Spent a good few hours on WordPressing, then went onto Facebook.
Got the nosh and did the final health checks and took the medications.
So tired and full of angst about the bank problems, fretting too. Anne Gyna was causing me great discomfort in the extreme tonight.
