Saturday 2nd February 2019
Welsh: Sadwrn 2 Chwefror 2019
00:45hrs: What a mess of a night! Forever waking and nodding-off repeatedly for hours and hours! When I did wake, and the brain engaged its usual imitation of modus operandi, my first thought was, “Well, that was a waste of time!” (Trying to sleep).
Signs of nocturnal nibbling were spotted, crumbs on the expanse of the stomach folds and craters, and liquorice allsorts sweet on the recliner arm… but this realisation was lost when I spotted something even I found astounding:
The swollen legs had gone down at last, but the obese midriff was now a massive blown-up balloon, that had expanded surely as far as it is possible for it to become distended, without exploding! Let’s hope I don’t prick myself with anything sharp! Hahaha!
Taking this photo, and Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger kicked off. So, off to the kitchen to get some medications and do the Health Checks. But first, the challenge of removing my even more-bulbous-body than usual, from the nocturnal nibbling residue-covered £300 second-hand, 1968, rickety, rusty recliner! (Try saying that mouthful when you’ve had a few drinks! Haha!) But, I was well-pleased with the ease in which I manipulated my torso from the chair. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I took an extra Ramipril and Omeprazole in the hopes of easing the pain for Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald. Then I got the Health Checks done.
Cor blimey! The Sys showed 203 and the Dia 80! Still, the others seemed okay. I’ll take the second reading early, to put my mind at rest. Why do these splanchnic problems always happen at the weekend when there is no help available! Grumph!
The view from the kitchen window has an airliner flying across the sky, so I took this photographicalisation.
But by the time I fetched the camera to take the shot, it had gone or disappeared behind some clouds perhaps. But a picturesque contrasting effort, all the same, I thought.
Porcelain Throne demands arrived, so off to the wet room I plodded. The evacuation was a little messy, but no complaints, I’ve had much worse before, and no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold!
This picture provides proof that the pins fluid retention had reduced dramatically. And, no new spider-veins, papsules or blood-swells, either. Good! Only a drop of liquid in the ankles this morning. Thanks to Lona, Jenny, Sandie and the others for their advice. ♥
But, the ginormous bloated stomach that came on overnight remains. Ah well, it could be much nastier, and many folks are far worse off than I am. I felt a lot better than yesterday. Maybe I will take a hobble to Daybrook later, to see if the B&M store there has any Glengettie tea bags on sale?
I got the computer going and did my best to finalise yesterdays diary. A lot of it I couldn’t remember at all with my getting the dizzies and shakes as I did last night. I thought I’d missed the medications and not had any meal. But I found the dosage pots for last night empty, and a photo of a tray of tomatoes and bacon meal! I got the diary finished eventually and sent it off to WordPress.
I got on with starting this blog. During which, there were very few wee-wees needed.
I got corn flakes for my brekkers and watched a YouTube video while eating it.
Went on WP Reader and answered comments.
Got the ablutions tended to, and worra farce it was! All went well with doing the teggies and shaving, then I got under the shower and got myself carbolicalised all over with the soap – Boing! The two red lights on the panel on the wall flashed red, and a bleeping started, and the water stopped! The sodding Weekend Whoopsiedangleplops continue!
I have to admit to feeling infuriated, sulky and a tad pee’d-off! I could not help but muse over a few facts:
- My flat was the only one with a Weevil infestation!
- My flat is the only one that needed the newly-fitted storage heater in the kitchen to be relocated cause I could not get into the cupboards and now I have decorating and holes in the floor and wall to sort out!
- My flat was the only one that the plasterer left with splashes all over the curtains, the chairs, the storage heater, the glass on the new unwanted balcony door, the TV screen, and the computer keyboard!
- My flat was the only one that had plaster splashed and spread all over the new carpets – and had a man from Willmott Dixon come to clean it up with a bottle of spirit and a wire brush, and part-shredded what bit of pile there was left – and now I need new carpets throughout the apartment! I shall do no buying or repairing until all of the demolition repairmen have finished – plasterers, electricians and plumbers in particular scare the crap out of me with their ability to leave more rubbish behind them than there was when they came. And that’s saying something about the flat! Hehehe!
- My flat is the only one last week to have the hot water control trip-out!
- My flat was the only one last week to have the light-tube blow in the kitchen! Without the help of the Nottingham City Homes Management, I’d still be waiting for the above two be repaired!
- My flat is the only one that has had an infestation of Ladybirds too!
- My flat had goods from eBay, no, the other one, erm… Amazon, delivered on a Saturday and it was delivered to the wrong block of flats, I got a call from Nottingham City Homes Control Room telling me where it was, and I had to move it straight away, it is a safety hazard! Which meant I had to go out in the rain to Winchester Court, got a rollicking off from the tenantess for being stupid enough to have it delivered to the wrong address. – Despite my pointing out the address label with 72, Woodthorpe Court on it, And then carry a boxed easy-chair all the way back to Woodthorpe Court, with a dozen stops to catch my breath. Then go back to collect the other parcel and home again, I was nearly crippled, caught a cold and tore off one of my fingernails lugging the stuff about. Of course, weekend, so no help available!
- My flat gets mail delivered for the wrong units, and I take them to the correct one in Woodthorpe or Winchester. My missing letters, I never see again.
- My flat had a bloke come to block-off the air vent in the kitchen. This on the right is how he left it. Well, not exactly, he departed, and I went off to the clinic. When I got back it was like this, the filler had dribbled out and down the wall over the electric socket and dried like cement or concrete. Obergruppenführeress Warden Deana rang someone about it for me. A man called and said when they get time, he’ll send someone to look at it for me. I thanked him and apologised for being a nuisance. That must have been three-four years ago now. My hopes are long faded along with my will-power. But, my chronically lousy luck just continues, on, and on, and on!
I’m feeling a little woebegone, melancholic and despondent now. Low-spirited and dejected. Especially now I find out I owe the dentist money I thought I’d already paid them. Oy gevalt!
I used up several rolls of kitchen towel and ricked my neck trying to clean off the carbolic soap from my Billy Bunter-like moulded flobby-body. Then readied my things for a limp into Daybrook in search of some Glengettie tea. My EQ told me there was no chance of this! Not with my current run of Inchockamian Luck!
By gum, it was nippy when I first got out onto Chestnut Walk. But I kept hobbling as quickly as I could and then didn’t feel the cold so much, except for when I had to wait about or take a photograph, and I made plenty of them today, mind.
I crossed over the Walk a started up the gravel hill to Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I soon found the scenery pleasant. There is something fresh about mornings like this, don’t you think?
Taking extreme care in the ice and frost underfoot, I was soon up, and at the top, a cyclist came down quickly, but he gave me plenty of room.
To the top of the hill and left along the Park Footpath towards Mansfield Road.
Now taking even more care as the path was well icy.
By the time I’d got down to the gates in the distance, I’d been threatened by several times by the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, who each seemed to take great joy in making me jump. Two of them said something to me, as did a chap in a mobility scooter, but I could not make out what it was they said exactly.
I turned right and along Mansfield Road and into Daybrook.
The brain began to churn, but not in an annoying or harmful way for once. The beauty of the weather and the shortage of Homo sapiens around me started me wondering about life in general and the future of we tellurians. The subject matter soon moved on to Brexit and its problems, political subterfuge, shenanigans, roguery and Artful Dodger-like antics of those in charge.
Passing a neat piece of Nottinghamian Street Art, on Mansfield Road pavement.
This time, it had been created with the help of McDonald’s sauce pots and potato waffle-like food, plastic cutlery a straw, and some unrecognisable extras. And possibly a few pints and or chasers over the top?
As I got into Daybrook and crossed over the road, I passed the BP Petrol Station.
Not being able to drive anymore, I spotted the price of petrol. I didn’t think that was too bad considering. Later I wanted to compare this with America, for when I post the photo on the TFZer Facebook site. I found out: The price of fuel in the USA. When we were in Colorado last September, unleaded petrol was $4.59 a gallon. Taking all the conversion factors into account, including smaller US gallons, that equates to about 76 pence per litre. Currently, unleaded in the UK is about £1.40 per litre. So, Nottingham’s prices seem fair enough? I’ll find out I hope, about Australian, American actual and Canadian prices from the lasses and lads on the TFZ later.
I seemed to be going off in tangents with the mind today. Back to the blog, sorry. I called into the B&Q Store and searched for the Glengettie tea bags. Nope, none left, and they will not be getting any more in. Ah, well!
I did get the last of these whole peeled tomatoes in tomato sauce though. They were short dated, and cost only 20p each! And a pot of porridge.
I paid and left the shop. I walked over the crossing and to the bus stop in Daybrook Square.
I was soon dropping off the bus in Sherwood. Where I stayed, to await the arrival of the L9 back up the hill to Winwood Heights complex. I later came across this Time-lapse video of the progress being made in the new Winwood Court Extra Care Flats buildings. I hope I put it on here correctly and it works. Interesting few seconds for folks to watch.
I took this picture of part of the new Winwood Extra Care building.
I think this is part of a passageway between Winchester Court and the new block so they can keep out of the rain when then go to see the Oberscharführeress Wardens in their new command-post.
I got into the flat, and no wee-weeing was needed? Good that, I think!
A little tip here, folks: When you climb on the stepladder to store a pot of porridge on top of the cupboard, it is best not to slip off of the tread and grab the first thing you can to stop yourself falling. Cause you might fall-off anyway and get your fingers stuck in the slide of the ladders and leave some imprints in your finger. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Haha!
I got the mushrooms, carrots and peas in the saucepan cooking with a little demerara sugar, then got on with updating this blog.
An hour or so later, I got the Cumberland Pie, added extra cheddar cheese on top of it and into the ready-heated oven and set the timer so I can put the sourdough bread in and hopefully, they will both be cooked at the same time.
The bread and nosh came out almost perfect!
Everything was eaten this time and enjoyed.
I think my realising that I have had no Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun hassle today, helped me to relish the fodder more?
A Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10 was granted to this mini-feast.
I washed the pots up and got the Health Checks done.
Settled to watch some TV (I’ll have to stop trying this, I never stay awake long enough to watch owt proper!)