TFZers, at their Tree-Top-Cool-It-Cabin ♥
Wednesday 9th September 2020
Javanese: Rebo 9 September 2020
01:55hrs: I woke with stomach-ache and started sneezing. Then the need of a wee-wee arose, so I struggled up and out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured recliner, and utilised the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). For another RSS (Reluctant-Slow-Sprinkly) release.
The stomach was slowly getting a little more bothersome. This was a new type of tummy pain for me. Not sharp, but more like a persistent ache? I fear that last night’s disaster of a meal, and my eating some of it, might be the cause. Acid coming up now Reflux Roger has kicked off, too? Hey-ho!
To the kitchen, cleaned the bucket, and I took a snap of the morning’s view from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window. The tummy-ache was joined by some rumblings, then the urgent need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I fumbled and bumbled my way ASAP to the wet room, and down on the Throne, and not a second too soon either!
The steady movement started on its own accord, no input from me, that was too painful a task. Everything seemed to go into a time-warp, as I waited through the pain, got the crossword book out. The oh, so slow progression… at the tail end of things, I tried pushing the action along… Argh! That was not a good idea!
Some bleeding, but not messy or too pungent. I cleaned up and got some Germoloid applied, and boy this helped ease things in the rear quarters.
Back to the kitchenette, and got the gear out of the medical drawer, and started the Health Checks with the stick thermometer. Blimus, the temperature has shot up this morning, to 36.7°c, the highest it’s been for many months.
The sphygmomanometerisationing results were much betterer, though. The SYS had tumbled down to 139, an unexpected improvement there then. Took the meds.
The stomach just kept on the same as before, a dull, grinding ache, now with the odd sharp stabbings. This does not bode well!Â
With the innards in this volatile condition, I did not risk having a brew of tea; and took some water with me to the computer instead. This is serious, me? Not having tea! Hehehe!
I made up a template for today, then got on with updating yesterdays post. The innards gave me so much bother and discomfort, but SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) were both so kind to me, and typing was a little easier than usual. So things went well progress-wise on the blogging for once.
I started this post’s setting-up. Then went on Facebook catching-up. (Now the stomach was giving me some sharp stabs of sheer pain!)
That didn’t last long, I had to fly off (well, hobbled rapidly) to the Porcelain Throne again. A good job I didn’t delay going, only just got there in time. Far less painful this time, quicker and no bleeding. Phew!
Back to Facebooking, TFZers and Winwood Heights. Then on the WordPress Reader. Pinterested some snaps. Then, it was time for the ablutions to be done! The Vampire angel of a nurse is due this morning, but later on. Then this evening I must stay awake for the Morrison delivery that will be due.
Off to get the ablutions tended to. Had time to get the usual 08:00hrs full session in this morning.
Ablutionalisticalisationing Report
- The teeth cleaning got me off to a bad start; Gums bleeding, Toothache Terence, and one dropsy of the toothpaste, and two of the brush.
- Shaving: Oh, what a lot of dropsies! Foam Spray, Razors (5). Â
- Shaving Cuts and nick: Only one cut and a nick, one bled a bit profusely, but the Brut stopped it and stung. Hehe!
- Shaving: Dropped the Brut after-shave bottle, but, other than losing some lotion, no problems, toe or foot landing on, and the bottle did not break!
- Showering: An Ace-job, not showerhead dropping, no walking or banging into anything, no Dizzy Dennis or SSS visits either! Great!
- Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all! But by gum, they were stinging! But I’ve had worse, and the precious Germoloid cream did its job in calming them down. So, a thumbs up.
- Even the furuncle was not painful much, I reckon it’s on the decline now.
- Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s knees were worse than yesterday, but again, they’ve been worse, so another thumbs up. No need for any extra Phorpain.
- I did knock some stuff off of the floor cabinet top, but only the earholes olive oil dropper, Germolene tube and body spray.
A decent session overall, with no walking into or banging against any door frames, cupboards or even the sock-glide. While I was coming out. Toe-Stubbings avoided! The ankle ulcer was clearing up, but spreading out a smidge?
Mind you, the right SSS shoulder joint was aching a lot more than usual, but this is to be expected, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being hyper-active for the last two days, well, afternoons. So, no complaints. Definitely, a time to adopt a Smug-Mode!Â
I got the hand-washing seen to next. A total of one long-sleeved shirt, It’s hard work yer know! Hehehe! No socks, cause with me not going out, I’m not wearing any.
Absolutely nothing to do with the shameful, scandalous, rumour going about, that I’m scared to death of using the killer Sock-Glide, just because it takes bits out of my fingers, blisters or bruises them each time IÂ use it, whatsoever! A man of my calibre and extraordinarily brave, heroic character has no such fears, oh, no! Ahem!
I sorted out the small black waste bags, and big white recycling one and was about to get them onto the three-wheeled walker, and a third mad rush to the Porcelain Throne was needed.
The evacuation was over in around three minutes, again the innards controlled the movement, but the intestines seemed to be in a rush, and the speed with which it travelled, once it started, flabbergasted me! A little, no, fair bit messer, and pongier, but once more, there was no more bleeding from the rear-end quarters. A good session, the best for ages!Â
I washed and medicated things in need, and got the bags loaded on the walker.
Getting to the waste chute room was a bit of a struggle with the bags, but once I got there, the small ones were deposited down the chute without any bother or hassle.
Caught the elevator down to the ground floor, a chap wanted to get on, at the 9th floor, and I beckoned him in, explaining that two people are allowed in together now, as part of the relaxing of the Coronavirus routine, as long as both are comfortable with this happening, and I was okay. The gentleman thanked me when we got down, that was polite of him.
I poddled to the caretakers’ bin. I placed the bag near the big green recycling bin, and I returned to the lift. Caught one back up, and realised I’d been all that way, and only saw one person.
I risked making a mug of Glengettie, as the tummy was more settled now. Then decided to have Glengettie Gold instead, as it is a milder flavour, just in case the innards kicked-off again. But they didn’t get any worse as and after I drank it.
Working on this computer for a while, and I heard a voice ring out from the hallway. I recognise it straight away, it was the beautiful, highly desirous, charming, kind, sweet, caring, empathetic, loin-moving, beneficent, appealing, heartwarming Nurse, Hristina, came to do my blood test.
Do you think I might have overdone that a bit? It’s how I feel about her, though. Had I been forty-five years or so younger, my loins would have been girded! However, things being how they are, the simple pleasure of having a natter with her, and absorbing the lustre and sparkle from her twinkling eyes, even just for a few minutes, while she drains my blood, do me so much good, and for a while, nothing else concerns me! I suppose I’m in love, too late, but still! I’ll have to put up with just being infatuated. Hehehe!
As soon as she’d departed, off to serve her next patient, the blues start to return, gradually, but still.
Limped onto the balcony, and saw the puffer clouds, I think that’s what they are called, with the terraces of the flats silhouetted, and returned to get the Nikon to take a shot of the beautiful view.
Did some updating on this blog, and decided to risk a tasty mug of tea, and then get some graphics made up for the diary tops, on CorelDraw, as I am now out of them, and will soon need more.
As I should have expected, no sooner had I got on CorelPaint programme, and SSS started shuddering and shaking the shoulders! Humph! This made the task hard-work, frustrating and handicapped!
Hours later, I’d got just three done. But Herbert kept me company with this tap, knock drag concerto.
The Morrison delivery is due shortly. I got the meal ready and served, to eat cold after the shopping has arrived. A simple snack, for a simpleton to savour, Hehehe! At least it kept me awake doing this food prepping.
Aha, just took this picture of the nosh, and the intercom flashed. T’was the Morrison delivery, if there are no substitutes or errors I’ve made on it, it will be the first time in months. Tsk!
The young man conveniently left the bags in the doorway for me. Tsk! I slipped him a can of G&T and thanked him, he thanked me, and off he shot. Leaving me with the task of moving the bags into the kitchen. During which, for some odd reason, the right foot started to hurt. I’ll check it out, later.
I got the bags into the kitchenette, but I did walk into the door frame taking the last bag through the hallway. The right shoulder, as is normal, bore the brunt, and it made me grunt! Hehe! I sorted the bags out one by one. I put the treats for Jenny away. ♥
The first two carriers had an eclectic range of products to mix together. Cakes, bleach, biscuits, lactose-free milk (A substitute), G&T for Josie, Germolene, Potato farls for me, and two bottles of toilet cleaner! I’m no glad there were no leakages during transportation!
In the next bag, a rare mixture again, bananas, fresh pod peas, tarts, and two bottles of washing-up liquid.
Again, I was glad that the washing up liquids didn’t leak!
The fresh-food carriers had some delightful looking items in them. Three bags of potatoes (Three bags? I ask you, am I losing it altogether?), More tomatoes. (I ask you, am I losing it altogether?), Surami sticks, bacon, lemon mousse, raspberry ripple mini frozen mousse (These are nice!), imitation Surami prawn-tails, and a block of Morrison’s Best, Brittany butter, it really is gorgeous tasting. So no worries about running short of food any time soon!
The right foot was getting more painful as I hobbled around, I must have a check on it later, to find out what it is that’s causing this sudden discomfort. It feels bad underfoot and in the ankle area? Hey-ho!
I got settled to eat the meal, and the landline burst forth flashing and ringing. As I heaved my mountainous, blubbery frame from the chair to get to answer the call, I distributed some of the fodder on the carpet. But I got to the telephone in time. It was the kind Caroline from the falls team ♥, to update me on things with the walking-frame. I put the computer back on to record the details, I knew if I didn’t do it at the time, there was a chance of my forgetting. (Well, almost guaranteed, haha!)
The frame is being delivered to the flat on Sunday 13th. I am not to touch it; but store it away, until Wednesday 16th, when Caroline will come and show me the ropes, so as to say. I scribbled some notes as well, to remind me in the morning.
Cleaned up the mess I made dropping the fodder dish. Then I returned to the recliner and ate what was left of the simpleton’s meal. Got the utensils and things washed, and made for the recliner, in search of much overdue and needed sleep.
Ten-minutes later, I’d drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus. The landline flashed and sounded again, and a weary, out-of-it Inchcock battled up out of the heavenly sleep and c1968 recliner, and he got to answer the phone in time too.
It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the results and new Warfarin dosages from the Anticoagulation, Haemostasis, Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic tests on my blood. New INR Level 4.2, Doses: Tue 2½, Wed 2, Thr 2½, Fri 2½, Sat 2, Sun 2½, Mon 2½, Tues2. Next test Wednesday 16th September. With my missing an evening dose, and the INR level rising, I expected the new amounts to lessen, but they went up? Or maybe, I’m too tired and confused to get things right at the moment. There’s no doubt about it, my moments of acrasia are getting more frequent. Sad, innit?
Head down again, but of course, sleep would not return. Every night this seems to happen. At least Josie didn’t wake me up as well. Josie and I are opposites in the hours we keep, she wakes me up regularly in the evenings. And if I forget as well, and try to contact her in a morning before about 10:00hrs, she has the heaven-sent ability to ignore the door chimes, and still get back to sleep, again. Jealous? Me? Yes! Hahaha!
Eventually, I did nod-off; when I don’t know. Then… Argh! I escaped the chair, and in a sort of not-with-it, zombi-fashion, I got to the phone… This caller had a voice and accent I found so hard to understand. It turned out he wanted me to open the door, for him to deliver my Chukki-chicken and taramasalata or something like that. I asked him where he was, ‘Outside your door!’, Where, I inquired, ‘Devon Avenue’ he replied… His tone changed now, he was getting ratty with me now. Eventually, his accent and excitement meant I could not make out what he was saying at all. I told him in a clear, louder voice, he had called the wrong number and rang-off. Praying he would not call back!
I waited a couple of minutes in case he did. He didn’t, thankfully.
This really had shot any chances of getting any much-needed Sweet Morpheous in. I am a lucky so-and-so. Granglesknackerbuggerit!
04:00hrs: I woke up, to the well-established, wee-wee wanting, and wrestled my whale-like body from the not working, uncomfortable, second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety, rusting, sickenly beige-coloured, recliner. I caught my balance and made for the wet room. For some reason, I’d not got the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in situ? 
The pathetic wee-wee of sorts was back to an RSHH (Reluctant-Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) effort, with an extraordinarily long AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) that took far too long, to my thinking. No early call to the Porcelain Throne, though just like yesterday?
usual tummy pains that I get just before any evacuation. So I felt confident enough to carry on with the Health Checks, but not overly so. With virtual crossed-fingers! 
fair one, methinks? Not so the Health Checks on the BP sphygmomanometer, see the SYS? Crikey, that’s high! I wondered maybe the excitement of yesterdays escape from the lock-down to town had some effect on it? I was undoubtedly in a more comfortable frame of mind this morning. Mmm?
I washed and got some potatoes in the crock-pot, with a drop of the Squid brand fine fish sauce vinegar added. No need for salt, because the sauce has Anchovies in it. Bootiful! 
I went to get the ablutions done. A standing up at the sink session today, the Iceland order was coming soon. Still, it went fairly well for once! A few dropsies, one tiny-weeny nick shaving, nowt knocked over, and even the medicationing went well! Superb!
I had another look out of the window, and down to Chestnut Walk. Aha, a red car parking naughtily! Or maybe not, he or she might just be turning around. Did you see that? I’m not jumping to conclusions! Temporary- Smug-Mode-Adopted! 
I made brew of Glengettie, and took it with me to the computer, to make a start on this blog. 
decided to get the washing done. A long job and SSS made me spill a fair drop of water as I wrang out the clothes after washing. Granglespithowlations! 
Not that this has anything at all whatsoever to do with my fear of using the harrowing, Accifauxpa guaranteed, blood-producing, metal, sock-glide of course! Ahem! 
The Iceland chap arrived with the food order. Friendly bloke he was, dropped the stuff through the door for me. Thanked him and slipped him a can of G & T, and got the things through to the kitchenette. They had substituted mini apple pies with apple and blackberry ones. (Not for me, I don’t like blackberries). And had not got any muffins in stock. 
Got the nosh prepared and served up. Horrible is the best word to describe this culinary catastrophe! 
I left most of it, apart from the spuds, that is. A wise move, I think. 
To the main room, and took another picture with the Nikon, through the balcony windows. 
 
00:15hrs: I woke with some lingering memories of dreams I’d been having, and fumbled to get the notepad and pen, to write down what I could recall of them. But by the time I’d dropped the pad, and got myself sorted out ready to scribble, the memory box had lost everything about the dream! 
I poddled to the kitchenette, and the view through the hanging washing covered, new light & view-blocking windows, revealed the moon in miniature again. So I got the Kodak PixPro AZ 651 bridge-camera, (sounds all posh dunnit?) and took a shot in the Aperture-Priority mode. Not too bad! 
At the most inopportune moment, just as I was pouring the tea, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a good shaking, and I dropped knocked the mug over! Boiling water and hot tea went all over the counter, down the cupboard doors onto the floor. I thought how lucky I had been in not getting injured or scolded, and in the midst of cleaning up the mess, a sneaky Smug-Mode began coming on, but not for long!
Aha! The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room. 
I went on the balcony to take some shots of the morning as it brightened up somewhat. 
treatment. I’ll ring him in the morning to see how it went. 
The mood in town was one of depression, that’s the only word to use. I have never seen Nottinghamians so dispirited in my life! 
I got off of the bus, called in Poundland, and came out after spending just £12.50, and limped to Milton Street, going in the Bargain Shop. I only spent £5.77 in there, so many things not available, but I did get the black washing liquid, still on a bargain price with a few other items, that were not essential. 
A photographing hobble around down the depressing Clinton Street, right along Long Row, and up Queen Street to the bus stop home. 
I got off of the bus without any bother. Alright! I caught my right knee on the trolley as it did its own thing lowering it to the pavement. It set Arthur Itis off for the rest of the day. Humph! Not that it mattered much, I was not going anywhere or doing anything productive much in the state I was in, Shackumed! 
I say do nothing, I did make a large meal, and ate nearly all of it. 
TFZers in the ‘Cool-It-Cabin’ ♥
04:00hrs: After a miserable three-hours kip, I woke, with draughts coming in through the new balcony door, and making my shiver a tad. Nowt to be done about it, Warden Deana has reported the sliding door either coming off of the runner or about to collapse, to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance department. The door cannot be closed or locked either. Tsk! 
I got down on the plastic raised seat, and the wee-wee began trickling slowly, but persistently. Followed while still in motion, by a sharp, painful, ‘will-I-split-open’, evacuation! The damp thud as the product all in one gigantic torpedo clumped into the WC, I felt the water splash up, wetting my lower regions, and I removed my body from the seated position with haste, not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering. Haha! 
crock-pot, with some fish vinegar/sauce. 
And what a kerfuffle it was getting it even understood, let alone doing the changes. 
the computer chair, at least the shape was right, just lucky, I’d not got the foggiest idea what I was doing, apart from messing everything up, that is.
I cleared the top of the floor cabinet again, with the towel while drying. And it took me yonks to find where the Germaloid tube had fallen to. Somehow it ended up on the floor behind the WC, and it got wedged between a disinfectant and bleach bottle. Humph! 
es, and an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but I didn’t go over! Quite cheered me up that! 
d made up three black rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute room, As I was coming out of the room, it was as if someone had turned on the dreaded, annoying, piss-taking ‘Hum’!
I got on with serving up Josie’s nosh, got it plated and on the tray. I was well-pleased with low the cheesy potatoes had come out. I’d added the usual Leicester cheese and sea salt, I added a knob of butter, chives, onions and chives from the spring onions. LAst of the fresh garden peas, boneless smoked mackerel fillers, Surami sticks, gherkins, and tomatoes. A strawberry and cream mousse, and low-calorie chocolate noughat bar, and a can of pink Gin and hit.
Got it delivered dead on time again, (as chefs go, I’m not too bad).
While I was out there, with finger bleeding, I thought I’d take a picture of the car park at the end of Chestnut Walk. (Billumski in Ohio, see that, 3 black and Red pap-paps today)
spotted that the Woodthorpe Ankle-Snappers park was open and in use. So I opened the glass window with the lethal spring clip, again.
Did a few hours of updating this post, and the weariness dawned. So, I’d better get the meal sorted out while I am able. 
Sweet Morpheus came quickly. And I slept through four unbroken hours, without any wakings or calls for wee-wees! Great!
03:30hrs: Woke, wriggled out of the rickety recliner, with some haste. Caught my balance, got Metal Mickey, off to the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne was utilised; with a difference today. The heavy-duty evacuation came out a light-green, the pain was excruciating, and the deep-red blood flowed so much, this doesn’t bode well at all. However, the most significant change in style was the tinkling (wee-weeing), started off before the big stuff, and lasted none-stop for a full couple of minutes after? And yet, there was no PMAD Post-Micturition After Dribble whatsoever? Trouble brewing here, methinks! 
Washed and medicated things, and off to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on. 
I used the stick thermometer to take my temperature. The photo I took of the result did not come out very good, as you can see where I added the figures, a 34.4°c reading. Which was fair enough for me, it’s a smidge higher than of late, but needed, methinks.
The sphygmomanometerisationing offered another high SYS reading for me. The Dia and Pulse seemed okay, though. 
However, through my resilience, determination, grittiness, and resolution, I got the updating finished! Well, alright, I stumbled on, in stupidity, blind-faith, making numerous mistakes and errors, correcting and cursing silently away, in between the wee-weeing, and somehow, miraculously got the job completed. I felt mentally drained, and my will-power and confidence were destroyed. Globknacklebangles!
I got some potatoes in the slow-cooker, on a low setting. 
I got out the last of the fresh garden peas and started podding away. I added a drop of the fish vinegar to the pans water. 
I made a start on this blog at long last (In between wee-wees!). After several hours of slow, mistake-ridden work, I returned to the kitchen to make another brew, this time Glengettie Gold. The cloud formations had changed now. But they looked just as pretty as ever, to me. 
I saw the Kodak camera and thought I’d try again to find out how, or if there was a way for me to get it on charging. I used the shorter USB connection, from the camera to the computer-port, and connected it. But I didn’t know if it was working, because the camera has no lights showing on it? 
After a while, I pulled out the lead and took my first picture with the new camera. If I am to use this Kodak, first I have to find out if it is charging or not (Not sure how to do this?) Then, discover how to change the picture size to like on the Nikon and Canon, to a broader type shape. But the instructions are just too small to read, even with the glasses and using the magnifying glass! Not that might matter, cause the camera might melt in a bit, then I’ll know this is not how to use the USB connection. 
The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing. 
Now I’ll try to find out about the Kodak Pixpro AZ 675. Back in a bit… 
So, on to CorelDrawing. Too tired to continue – got nosh sorted, 
00:10hrs:Â After a reasonable, appreciated four hours of Sweet Morpheus, I stirred into imitation life, in need of a wee-wee. 
I struggled a bit to rid myself of the STF (Slow-Trickling-Forever) wee-wee, followed by an even longer spell of frustrating AMD 
I hobbled to the kitchenette, clouting my left ankle with Metal Mickey, the four-pronged walking stick, and nearly went over. Luckily, the door frame was handy for support. “Blooming good start, mush!” I said to myself. 
Carefully, I got the kettle on, and the sphygmomanometer and stick thermometer from the medicine drawer. Aha, at long last, the low temperature had gone up! To 35.3°c. A lot better this was. But there was no getting 
too excited until the BP was discovered. That brought me down to earth again. The SYS was up to 167, ever-changing that is. The Dia and Pulse looked okay to me, but I’ll check on the web for what they should be later. Or if I can find where I wrote the numbers down. Tsk! 
A had the pleasure of making a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea. I say pleasure because Toothache Terence was not so bad this morning. I still let the brew cool down a bit before indulging. That Sainsbury’s Jersey full-cream milk, expensive, but it tastes so wonderful. Naughty, mind! 
As I was ready to do the body spraying and after-shaving lotioning, etc., I observed how Arthur Itis’s patella was still bulging with the cartilage below showing through clearly now. 
The old ankle-ulcer scar had spread out a bit, but it was still getting fainter. Almost artistic, as it moves up and towards the shin more and more? (Tate Gallery material?) 
I added some carrier bags to the trolley, as I planned to go in Wilko first. Down and out onto Chestnut Walk. Not many people were out and about, it was still early, around 0830hrs I reckon it was.  
I poddled along at a really steady pace, and took a picture of the obviously garden-designer corner of between Winwood and Winchester Courts, in front of the link passage between the building. No longer in use at the moment, due to Corona-19. 
etc. scattered about. 
But I also saw some white (weed?) flowers, that were seen in the middle of all the human detritus, crap, and litter. They cheered me up, they were so beautiful, delicate, and clinging to life. I wish I knew their name. ♥ Gorgeous!
I slowly had an amble up the road and ended up in the Wilko store. I did a search for some liquid funnels, but could not find any. However, being a controlled person I am, I did come out with £10.90 worth of unwanted, unneeded items. After getting to the counter, dropping my £20 note, then the bottle of scent crystals hit the floor, and the lady kindly coming round from the till, and packing them for me into the trolley. Fertummelt! Thank you, Madam ♥. 
! We have to ring the bell at the side of the door to gain entry. A good idea, it stops anyone without a mask on getting in! I was let in before I could ring it today. 
I was seated outside of the test room, and another young lady, very patient with me, came and told me I needed new prescriptions, and would I be using the old frames. No, I said. I told her it didn’t matter what the frames looked-like on me, as long as they were cheap and comfortable. She chose tow frames and got the paperwork done. £300 quid! I didn’t question anything, just meekly agreed. (I noticed later, there was +£52, for extras?) She may well have told me about this and I didn’t hear her. 
I felt, what’s the word, erm… muted on the trip back to the flats. The dizziness and cloudiness were starting, from the drops I’d just had, I think. I took the slowest ever walk from the bus-stop to Woodthorpe Court. I wasn’t ill or feeling poorly, I reckon it was with embarrassment. 
t a bit betterer in myself? 
I was amazed to see when I got in the flat, to see how early it still was. With all of the farcical events, it felt like had been out for so much longer. 
The INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic blood test results arrived. The new INR level was 4.1, a smidge high, but nowt to fret over. I was surprised at the high dosages given for me. But, it is best if, “He who thinks but isn’t sure, no longer capable of logicality, and is uneducated, and probably in a muddle brain-wise, is advised not to waffle-on about the unknown and confusing aspects of life or death!” So, I’ll shut up. Hehehe!
I got the meal prepared and served up, washed the dishes, etc. and settled down in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, and dined. Flavour rating: 7/10.
03:35hrs: I stirred late in the day for me. But late getting to kip, but I got almost five hours sleep in! So, that was nice! 
I got the bucket, and it’s not easy carrying it while using Metal Mickey (four-pronged-walking stick), to the wet room and cleaned and sanitised the tub. I had a Wobbling-Willie-turn, but no injuries this time. The right hand assumed a Mr Spock salute afterwards. Hahaha!
I used the stick thermometer and was pleased to see that it was almost the same as yesterday, at 34.6°c. Slightly higher than it has been, but it is nearer to the recommended temperature for an old going senile, chap wot-like-I-am. Haha! 
The BP sphygmomanometer gave forth satisfactory readings for the first time in months! Sys was well down. But, I anticipate things will go back up again tomorrow. Ah, well!
I had to make an imitation dash back to the wet room, in response to the sudden tummy ache. And rumblings from within the innards! 
Things started as they have been like for several days now. I got down on the raised plastic seat, and the evacuation started at its own pace and then stopped part-way. Out came the crossword book, I winced and grimaced with the pain, and waited for yonks for the action to restart. (Actually, I had one of my most successful Throne-Crosswording sessions-ever) Smug-Mode-Class-3-Adopted! When things reactivated, it was a case of ‘Ooh, argh, 
yikes’—Khaki-coloured, difficult, foul-smelling, and so messy. But no bleeding from either Phuvana Furuncle, or Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Smug-Mode-Upgraded to Class 2! 
rew of Glengettie tea and got onto the computer. As I sat on the swivel chair, PAP (Psoriatic Arthritis Paul), presented me with some sharp, persistent pains. However, only in the right knee? With the odd failings on Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, the occasional SSS shakes, and the knee, it was not an easy job updating the Wednesday blog. Especially with many trips to the wet room for the SWAT (Sprinkly-Weak-Apricot-Tinged) configurated wee-wees. 
But, with my being a super-fit, robust, educated, and full of vim and enthusiastic young person, I stuck at the task. Ahem! Got it finished and posted off to WordPress. Sent the Email links, went on Pinterest, WP reader, and finally on to Facebooking.
Went to get the ablutions sorted out. A stand-up Job, cause the window cleaner might be calling early later-on, don’t want to miss him. It was yet another, unexpectedly, grand, Fantastic-Ablutionalisationing-Session! Toothache Terence a little annoyed, just the one dropsy. No, I say NO, dropsies doing the shaving! Fantastic!
The sky suddenly went all dark, so much so, I got the camera and took a shot of it through the balcony windows from the computer swivel chair. 
Half an hour later, Deana arrived. She helped me out a lot today. After investigating the message on the phone for me, she found it was for Fire Alarm testing? Which has been done a fortnight ago, then by the firemen who attended the false alarm the following week? She explained that I had a medical appointment on Saturday morning. They rearranged the test for Wednesday 16th, twixt 0800>1300hrs.
I got some fresh peas podded, and cooking in the saucepan. Then checked the slow-cooker potatoes. 
Got the medications taken, and served up the nosh. As part of my abysmal efforts at dieting, I had another fish fodder food dinner. Bootiful! 
TFZers In the Cool-It-Cabin?
As I wobbled to the kitchenette, I could have sang with joy as the pains from my rear-end, began steadily diminishing, and heaved a genuine sigh of relief. 
numbers, just high or low, anyway. Tsk!
I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and took the medications. 
I had to take four wee-wees during this session? All of them of the annoying piddly SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) variety. The now wrinkled left hand, of its own accord, began to imitate a Mr Spock sign? Haha! The redness was pleasant to see, but it soon faded when I exited the wet-room. 
To the much-used kitchen again, and made a mug of Glengettie tea. 
I found this unintentional picture as well on the SDH card. I must have taken it either getting to open or close the window, I suppose. See that? See how keen, alert and sharp I was there, working that out? Ahem! 
I felt a little perkier and got up and sorted the PP’s in the wet room, restocked from the rubbish room. They look a little like they are not going to stay in place too long, don’t they? Tsk!
medications off of the floor cabinet top. Then hit my shoulder on the metal bars of the seat raiser, as I bent down to retrieve the objects. Thus, setting SSS off on one of her short Shuddering-Shoulder-Shindigs! Blockstooum! 
Into the kitchen to take the belated afternoon medications. 
I soon got the meal made up, no cooking involved, cause the spuds were already done in the crock-pot, the left-over garden peas were in the saucepan. I tried some of both of the tomato varieties, both were decent flavoured. The grapes were lovely, not too sweet with a slight tang that I enjoyed. 
I was worn out by then, I struggled to stay awake while I was eating the meal. Put the things in the bowl to soak, checked the windows, lights, stove etc. and got my handsome features, and muscular-firm body down belatedly, into the c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheous. 
TFZers & Pets ♥
03:30hrs: Woke up, wanting a wee-wee, and a wee one, it was too! I fumbled to get my ever-growing stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand, nauseously beige-coloured, haemorrhoid damaging, rickety recliner, got Metal Mickey, and gingery wobbled my way to the wet room. 
I leaned forward, holding on to the grab bars, and it must have taken me about three-minutes or more to clear the pathetically small amounts of tiny-trickling droplets that sprayed more over the surrounding area and myself than hit made it to the porcelain! (Phimosis-Plato). Another five minutes to clean, antisepticise, and change the PP’s. An excellent start to the day, this is! 
Took my temperature with the stick-thermometer, 34.3°c. Which is higher than it has been for a while, so things were looking up in that department. As I took a good swig of the weak, not-fit-for-the-job Peptac medicine, a sore throat revealed itself! Tsk! 
The knees were looking normal, and almost pretty, though. Hehehe! The left leg seems to be hiding its Clopidogrel, thrombophlebitis, femoral, spider, tibial, and popliteal veins from view? (I’ve had a letter about them from the hospital, and thought I’d show off, here, Hahaha!) But the right leg is still showing some of his veins, lumps, and growths off? Most peculiar! 
I put the mushrooms in the crock=pot and put them on a low setting.
After drying off, my magnificent, manly, musculoskeletal mass of masculine body, firm, taut and muscular manhood, medicating and Brut spraying, I got the jacket thoroughly ‘Surf’ washed. 
I gave myself a good crack on the head when getting down to access the escaped fluids. I took this photo, turned, and hit my right knee against the server trolley leg. Ah, well! I might have muttered something like. ‘Oh, bother’ to each accifauxpas. Haha!
Back to the kitchen, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took a snap of the morning view, with the bottom field’s grass in it, looking rather patchy? 
No hassle going to the waste-chute and depositing the black bags down the shaft. Then to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor. I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! No one about for a natter, I left the bags near the bin. 
Landline call, from the Morrison driver, who asked where the building was, as it’s his first day on the job or time he’s called here. I gave him instructions, and he soon arrived. 
I was tickled pink to see that all three bottles of the Fish Vinegar had arrived okay, and the milk roll bread. Oh, and the Irish potato-farls, I wish I’d ordered more of these, now. Tsk! I’d only ordered mousse to go in the freezer, I still struggled to make room in the freezer for them.
Got the fresh stuff into the fridge that was fullish now as well. 
I fumbled my way out of the recliner, caught my balance, and off with Metal Mickey to the wet-room. T
Took the medications, made a brew, and got the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne. So, to the wet room with haste. Got settled on the Throne, crossword book at the ready, but no time to do any. The motion started and kept on going this time. It was so painful but thankfully of short duration. Not messy, 
and was a smidge blood speckled. 
I pondered the days delights ahead. The Iceland delivery, twixt 09:00>11:00hrs. No Vampire nurse today, for some reason they have made it for Wednesday this week. Ah, of course, it’s a Bank Holiday! I’m surprised Iceland are delivering. Sainsbury’s order tomorrow… no, it’s not! That’ll be Morrison’s on Tuesday. No Sainsbury orders are due. I used Morrison’s so I could get some more of the Fish Sauce. Which I’m hoping they will have in stock! The cheapest I could find on Amazon was a pack of 6 bottles @ £2.55 each. Morrisons are £1.50 a 700g bottle, and at the moment, are on offer at £1.35! Hopefully, I’ll get my three bottles tomorrow? I do hope so! 
I made some graphics and used them, along with some old family photographs, ti use in a fun ode wot I dun up. Link: 
I got dried off safely and Accifauxpa free! And even had a bit more good luck, going back into the front room to take a picture of the brightening morin view from the balcony, I espied some of the last night’s medications in the tray, that I’d not taken! So I took them, better late than never! 
A sense of smugness enveloped me, and somehow or other, no senses of guilt? 
the bags down on the floor, until things calmed down. 
The short journey to the waste-room was handled without any bother. In fact, I was hobbling well this morning, up to now anyway. Got the bags down the metal chute, again without any Accifauxpas, Whoopies or injuries! Smug Mode Adopted! 
I noticed that a new Polite Notice had appeared on the wall inside the room. I checked the time on a Charity Shop bought, £2 rusty but working wristwatch. The one that needed a strap that cost me £10, then a battery that cost me £15, Tsk! It was 0810hrs, so I was in order to use the waste chute, just! Phew! 
I got the kettle on, then filled up the hearing-Olive oil dropper bottles. 
The intercom rang and flashed forth. The Iceland deliveryman was up with me in minutes. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T. 
Then I saw that the supposedly missing facemask was on the floor near the sink! 
The day was brightening up nicely. Still bare of personages out there. Lots of vehicles parked up for the Bank Holiday. It felt so quiet, even the dreaded ‘Hum’ was not as loud as it usually is. It adds to the loneliness sometimes. Ah, good old Herbert! There are no workers doing the decorating and flooring is there, today. (I’m quick sometimes, Hehe!) That’ll be a reason for it being so still and quiet? But it sounds like Herbert’s on the model making, although it could have been someone sending waste down the chute, cause the clattering didn’t sound for long, that’s not like Herbert.
The skies and clouds looked even more beautiful now. I think that these types are known as cirrostratus. But I’m probably wrong. Being wrong come so easily, you know. Tsk! I’ve had years of practice. 
An acceptable feast was plated. The buttered potatoes, grapes and tomatoes were all enjoyed, but the Royale Surami was the highlight of the meal. The lemon mousse was great, too!