TFZers at the Cottage ♥
Tuesday 17th November 2020
Estonian: Teisipäev, 17 November 2020
23:35hrs: I stirred back into mock-life, frit myself as I passed an involuntary eruption of flatulence and in a hurried kerfuffle, I got my mahoosive, wobbly-bellied body out of the recliner, and straight towards the wet room, in an urgent need of the Porcelain Throne. (Not catching by balance first or taking Metal Mickey with me – but I got away with it, Phew!)
I got in the wet-room post-haste, without any falls, bags or dizzies. Whipped off the PP’s and once again the movement stopped of its own accord, seemed to get stuck, and I reached for the crossword book. But a minute or so later, it started again, eagerly! The complete evacuation was over in about a minute!
But the Dioctyl® capsules seem to be working more effectively against Constipation Konrad this time. I’d say it was a 2-0 win against Trotsky-Terence this morning. A messy affair mind, I had to clean up, and the product produced needed a refill or two from the sink, to clear things away. Hey-Ho! The most important thing at the time, was it was far-less painful, and only a few specs of Harold Haemorrhoid’s blood.
Panicky waking moments to the day, but the pleasure of the release from pain made up for it, and I was almost chuffed for once. But resisted going into a Smug-Mode yet, knowing my luck this cannot last for long. Hehehe!
After taking the photo of the tank being refilled (Not a bad job that, with the right hand as well) Go on then, into Smug-Mode. I notice that for some unknown reason, the right arm was much redder, than the rest of my body? I took this snap of it, I don’t know why.
Then, I had a wash and antisepticised the touch-areas, and off to the front room to get the Health Checks done. The Boot’s old type BP sphygmomanometer read 61 for the SYS, which was fair enough, I thought, certainly lower than the previous few days. Smug-Mode retained!
The body temperature was also okay.
I did not take the morning medications, because I found the pot with the evening tablets still in it. (Oh, things might be returning to usual here!) I’ll take the morning ones later on when the Warfarin has had time to weaken as they are digested. I can’t remember why, but some iota of memory told me to.
I went to check that I’d not left the tap running again, (I do that sometimes yer know, Humph!) and took this slightly moody but half-decentish shot of the morning view of the sky and sleeping population’s dwellings, houses, flats, apartments, alleyways. There are even two manufacturing businesses out there still trading!
Not all of them will be kipping, the NHS staff will be risking their lives coping with the Coronavirus pandemic, delivery persons out and about. Burglars, muggers and drug-dealers, naturally! Not forgetting the uniformed Nottingham City Policemen, I should think that half of the force would be out there somewhere. But I couldn’t spot either of them. Hahahaha!
I got on with the need to get some templates made up, I was well behind with everything with all yesterday evenings interruptions. It took me about four hours to get them all finished, and I was beginning to feel a bit drained.
I
think the Furesomides were working well too, I needed to have repeated wee-wees throughout the session. Altogether, they would not have filled the kettle, they were dribbling weak efforts. So, I made the first mug of Glengettie of the day and returned to the computer.
I made up a few graphics to go on the templates, and finished yesterdays blog, got it posted off, Pinterested a few snaps, and caught up with Facebooking. Went on the WordPress Reader, then I answered some comments from my cyber-friends.
I made a late breakfast, very nice too! But couldn’t eat it all.
Checked on the Google Calendar, that Morrison’s are delivering today, twixt 13:00 > 14:00 hrs. When they have arrived, if I am still got some mental and physical energy left, I must make one up for next week, if I can get a delivery slot, that is.
I stopped to get the Ablutions done. A stand-up job with it being too early to use the noisy shower. It well as smoothly as it has done for weeks. But, Gawd knows how, but I forgot to have a shave? I’ll tend to it later, Tsk!
The body was extremely ashen again, but the feet were still much less affected by the saying off, it seems, ulcers and papules?
Hello, off to the Porcelain Throne again. A repeat performance of the last one, but no bleeding this time. Good, innit?
I made another brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time, and tool the belated morning medications.
Around 0740hrs, a call came in on the landline—a recorded message, from a fast-talking, none-stopping female. I could make very little out of what she was saying, but I did pick-up; the word Prime, and £79 something from your account? Help!
I attempted to make an order for Iceland for next week. But had to settle for one for next Friday 20th, between 08:00 >10:00. No Chilli Con Carne, but I tried some meatballs in BBQ gravy instead.
Then, I had a look at what Morrison slots were available. Bit of luck, I got one for next Tuesday! 0900>1000hrs!
All sorted out, pleased now that no more hassle, mind you, today’s Morrison one hasn’t arrived yet, better say nowt!
I got the waste-bags made up, and got them In a box on the three-wheeler. A bit of a struggle to get it out of the door, but I coped – the scrape on the back of the hand against the door frame is nothing to a man like me. Ahem!
I went back to check on the spuds in the slow cooker, also to check I’d not left anything on that shouldn’t be, like heat or the taps) Not confident? Me? Hah! You’re right!
I got to and in the waste-room, put all the bags down the chute, came out, backwards, and to the lift. As I was awaiting the arrival of the cage, it dawned on me, I’d not banged or walked into anything, and the ailments were no bother, Zilch hassle! Very worrying!
I got down to Jenny’s floor, and there were no shoes outside the flat. So, no point in 
pressing the bell, so I put the carrier on the floor and back to the elevator, which soon arrived, and down to the ground floor with the recycle box atop the three-wheeler trolley walker.
This top photograph shows the view of the lift lobby as I got out 
of the cage!
I poddled along to the end on the corridor, see here in all it’s majesticness and splendour. It’s been so long since I’ve escaped the 12th-floor.
I turned right into the main lobby, and out to temporary freedom, to get the cardboard and plastic in the green bin.
I turned around and had a lookup to the left along Chestnutnut Walk, then ahead of the car park and the gravel hill path up into 
Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I took a picture each turn I made, left, across and to the right, they are all on that order on the right here.
Nice to get out and do some photography after such a long time.
But I could not take too long, as the Sainsbury order delivery time hour is three hours away, and I have to get back up in case they phone up, or the intercom goes off.
The three frames all have something other in common, other than they are all of Chestnut Walk – they are all barren of any tellurians as far as I could see, a lonely, sad sight this site! Hehehe!
I swiped myself into the lobby doors, with there odd bits of stuck on notices about the works and Coronavirus, and sticking half-way open door. Struggled a bit top get the front wheel of the trolley-walker-guide over the raised grippers on the floor.
I got in and had a perusal of the notice come blackboard that was not black. A whiteboard I think, with the rub-outability function for marker pens, to see what I’d been missing.
It was advising the tenants on the lower floors the lockdown will turn into a lock-in on odd days, while they lay the new lift lobby flooring on their levels.
I bet someone will come out and tread in the setting cement again. Haha!
I meandered through and into the ground floor lift lobby. I did see the odd harassed looking worker rushing about while I waited, but no tenants anywhere whatsoever.
It’s a good social life here, you know!
I was taking this photographicalisation of the electronic notice board, and the lift cage arrived – no one in it to chat or say good morning to.
I was soon back up in the cell… I mean, flat.
I put the guide away in the corner and had a little natter with Scruffy and Katie.
My pets, don’t you know! Donated to me Scruffy from Canada and Koala Kate from Australia TFZers after I’d had the stroke. Bless them! ♥ Makes me so cared for that did, all those miles away, not surprising I love em!
Jenny rang to tell me off for leaving the treats for her, Doris, Frank or their charities as she wanted to, at her flat door. We hat a natter which was super, but I was wary of not hearing the intercom in case the Morrison delivery arrived. But it worked out well, just as she rang off, the intercom came to life!
I met the man at the door, and he proceeded to put the goods into the box, and bag for me. Slipped him a can of Vodka and lime, and dragged the folder into the kitchen to sort them out. Well, what crap substitutions again!
It looks like they have made money out of me according to how it reads above? Swine! Gits! Basta… Never mind! I got some terrible substitutes. Gin & lemon – I got Gin & tonic, Red Potatoe battered cakes, I get the McCains salt and pepper chips again, which are crap-tasteless! Shaving foam, Chilli con Carne subs.
But the daftest thing was my own fault. I really thought I had ordered a pack of six salt & black pepper rolls, Hehehe! Each roll was like a small loaf! I thought Jenny would be able to use them for someone, so I rang her and took them down to her flat.
Then got the stuff put away.
Peed off now at me, that is the third time I’m tried to order the
Battered sweet red potatoes from Morrisons this year, and every time they have subbed the totally not red potatoes, not battered either, shit McCains salt and black pepper pathetic crap… crap… crap!
Still, it doesn’t bother me too much. Huh!
I finished hoarding the unwanted goods, swearing and name-calling verbally at Morrisons, last week it was Sainsbury’s. Globranglings!
I had no choice other than to throw the shit-chips away or eat them, so I abandoned my plans for a CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) and got the sickening tasting, soggy, bland, crap, rubbish unwanted McCains chips, substituted for Sweet Potato cakes in batter, in the oven.
While they were cooking, I took these three zoomed-in pictures from the unwanted, unlike, light and view-blocking new kitchen.
The top one should have shown you a Christmas tree-lights. But, in my usual Cock-it-up fashion, it came out all horrible and unclear. (I’m good at taking photographs like this. Hehe!)
I burnt a finger-knuckle getting the Morrison’s sickeningly imitation, pretend, substitute for Sweet potatoes in the batter. And got the sordid, bland, gunk of kak, chips, I wouldn’t have anything else with them, knowing they would only taint anything else on the plate with their disgusting sweet sickly flavour.
I got some of the Milk Roll loaf bread, (Oh, a thank you to Morrisons for having some Milk Roll in stock, and not substituting with nail polish, or firelighters, nice one, cheers!) and I put a drop of BBQ sauce in the dish, to try and mask the taste of the chips a bit. But that was a Morrison own-label brand sauce, that made things worse!
The garbage-chips looked as bad as they tasted. Very grim! No flavour rating is given unless something like ‘Flavour Rating: Minus 10’ would be grammatically correct? I only ate a few of them, gooey chips, flavourless apart from the black pepper, the sauce was probably made from bleach and drain cleaner, and I went into a nasty, wanting revenge mood!
When I’d got the cleaning up and the ablutions all done, (although no shave again?) I got down to watch the TV, but I knew I would not need this medium tonight for flaking-out into the arms of Sweet Morpheus, I was drained, the eyelids were drooping. I needed something to satisfy my unhealthy morbidity, frustrations with nothing going right, and temporarily bring some good thoughts into my grey-cell box.
I did imagine I was a Mafia-boss and was making plans of attacking Morrisons and Sainsburys, to get revenge for the way they have treated me this past two weeks. But guilt, and certainty that I was losing-it, stopped my progress, and Morpheus arrived to enfold me in sweet peace.
I woke an hour or so later, and was sure I heard music? But I didn’t even bother to do my usual hunt around when I’m woken by these unknown clatters or bangs, for fear of something had fallen, or leaked, or whatever, to cause the sound. I was not interested.
But, could I get back to sleep? No! Soddit! Grumbleackers!
22:50hrs: I broke back into the real world, accompanied by DD (Duodenal Donald) and AG (Anne Gyner), both giving me as much hassle as they have ever done. (Bless ’em!) Swiftly being joined by the gut-aches, rumbling, grumbling and, I expect, preparing the path, brewing up for a Porcelain visit. 
At least I was feeling a little more with-it, mentally, than yesterday. I knew that my beloved, beautiful, blood-vampire nurse, Hristina was due to call on me. She is always very busy nowadays, but her visiting, even if only for a few minutes, is better than any medicine.
As I extracted my ponderously-gross, wobbly-bellied body from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, grabbed Metal Mickey, and moved my plum-shaped torso towards the amazingly little-used EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), the left wrist started to itch. As is usual, I gave it a good scratching. Hello, more blotches and papules coming up? 
As I was about to pick up the bucket – the innards rumblings increased, and I took immediate action, and I made for the wet room. Getting to the Porcelain Throne, almost tearing the jammie-bottoms, and actually tearing the PPs, as I desperately got down just in time, and the evacuation started! It hurt, but it always does nowadays, but far less than yesterday. But messy it certainly was! Back to the khaki-coloured torpedo style, leaving bits floating that looked like overcooked brown kale. Minimal bleeding, though – but maximum cleaning up needed. However, I was glad I’d got that over with, I can tell yer! 
All sorted, washed and medicated, and back to the front room, and I got on with the Health Checks. At this stage, I wondered what was going to go wrong this morning, after the last few days record of Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops! 
But, my determination to stop being a victim stopped me! The BP result for the SYS was 167, which was in line with the previous two ones. I put the figures into Google to see how they faired. I got this: “
I see! 
I then took the body temperature on the new thermometer. The 36.6° c result is fair enough, I reckon. 
Then I got some breakfast. The last of the Batchelor’s noodles, but well altered and seasoned. Made and added some gravy, balsamic vinegar, and the last of the few Foul Beans. And my first jolly-strong brew of Glengettie tea, and carried out the morning dining, (not even 06:00hrs yet).
While I was making a start on creating some graphics, well, one of them anyway. I realised that it was time now to get the Ablutions sorted out, for Hristina, my sweet Vampire nurse is coming. I wanted to make sure that in case she comes earlier than expected, like last week, she can avoid the horrendousness of seeing my rhinoceros-like body when I went out of the shower, again! 
More of the Hydrocortisone (Steroid) Daktacort ointment was needed than ever before, to stop the tiniest of cracks (lesions) from bleeding! 
However, on the brighter side, apart from looking like a carcass, the legs and feet were losing the new growths? The blister thing that came up very quickly yesterday had gone right down again? And the ulcer was even fainter? 
I opted to try and cheer myself back up; and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took some photographicalisation from the light & view-blocking kitchen window, that was obviously designed by a gerontophobia, or maybe person living with gerascophobia. I took a shot of below on Chestnut Drive; the car park looks well-full this lunchtime. 
The bells rang out Dusty’s hit tune. 
me! 
We’ll have a look and see then. 
can. They were that tiny, I was surprised they bled at all.
The landline burst into ringing and flashed. 
I nipped through to the kitchen to check on the Chilli-con-Carne, but now I have to get the Pimms sorted, so I turned off the heat, just my luck! 
Put the things away and got back to CorelDraw, not that my concentration was any good. So tied and unfocussed again. 
I got the box inside; the delivery driver had long gone by the time I got to the door, I’m getting, like I do every day now, weary, slow-moving and slow-witted, and can only think of food and Sweet Morpheus. 
I had a bit of fun setting out the CCC meal, using the potato letters. Hahaha! 
23:50hrs: 
I stirred into this cruel, hyperbolic-ridden, masquerade called life, with all-consuming guilt you wouldn’t believe! I don’t! 
After using it, I managed to get the bucket to the wet room and cleaned up, disinfected, and back to the front room for future needs and demands. Then made my way to the kitchenette to get the kettle on, and had to hasten back to the wet-room!
I took the body temperature as I waited for the kettle to boil. Well, well, another first for this Sunday! The temperature of 36.4°c was the same as yesterdays! All these years of having to record them for the surgery, this has never happened before. 
Peripheral Neuropathy diagnosed! Then diabetes, return of lung struggles, then the bladder cancer. And the ankle and foot ulcers, they are just great fun. I’ve got a new one coming this morning. Thank you. 
The cheesy potatoes I tried adding a little milk to them (Hence the lost bottle!), and plenty of butter, sea salt and Leicester Cheese. Sliced the last tomato, an egg, a fishcake with smoked haddock inside, a fillet of smoked salmon, a few Surami sticks, garden peas, and some pickled beetroot slices. A can of spiced rum and cola, and a couple of the Skinny strawberry chocolate nougat bars. I managed to deliver it once again, dead on midday. Josie said she liked the strawberry skinny’s and asked what was in the can and breadcrumbs. So I told her. Hehehe! 
I found a can of CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) that had a ring-pull opener, and some gravy and the boiled potatoes from the crock-pot. The last few Foul Beans from the fridge were put in the mix, and all armed upon the hob. Some milk roll bread, and a lemon yoghourt as well.
0025hrs: Boy, did I wake up in a huff? I was grumpy, reluctant to move, to the point of clinomania setting in. 
Hey-Ho! The need for a wee-wee saved me. That helped concentrate the mind a little. By the time I had struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner, and caught my balance, the Porcelain Throne was required as well. 
As I hobbled to the wet room, the same thing happened as yesterday morning, and a swift, sharp Dizzy Dennis attack, had me grabbing for support as the balance went again. But this time, I stayed on my feet and didn’t hit the wristlet alarm against the door and set it off. Phew! 
Of to the kitchenette with the camera, to take a shot of the morning view, and get the Health Checks done and recorded. Then made a brew of Glengettie.
The temperature with the Made in China thermometer, was a much betterer level though, at 36.4°c. 
Not that a man such as myself, with my heroic, brave, devil-may-care approach, and good looks, my statuesque, muscular, young body, was bothered, of course. Cough, cough!
I returned to the computer to find the internet working again. I got on with updating this blog also, the rain started to fall again, and it seemed to get so sold suddenly. 
I investigated the emails for messages and any notifications about the Coronavirus figure locally. The past few days, they don’t seem to be informing us as much. I opened the ‘YourArea’ email and had a nosey. It took me a lot of searching, but I did find this one for the UK, on the BBC News Site. 
Gone even darker now, but the rain is lighter, not that it matters to Prisoner 72, Woodthorpe Criminal Court. Hehehe!
Ah, that’s the one I was looking for. They seem to put a seven-day running total on nowadays. There must be a benefit of this, but I wouldn’t guess at it. 
I sorted out some small bags of waste and got them in the box on the trolley, then added the recycling, and glass jars. 
when she was nearly 2-hours late (Not through ant fault of own).
pickled egg, I spread some milk roll bread with Lurpak, the meal was getting to look tasty before it was prepared… 
23:45hrs: 
I stirred back into a frustrated, imitation, a life of sorts. Yet realised that things could always be worse! Things can be so confusing, especially when one had limited education, no confidence and gets rather confused, at the drop of a hat! 
But it wasn’t a well-balanced hobble, and I went off-course a smidge as Dizzy Dennis joined me – at first, I was rather pleased with myself for keeping upright – unfortunately, as I put my arm out to the door to assist staying on my feet – I hit the Alarm-Wristlet on the handle. And set off the panic alarm! The chap from the Nottingham City Homes Control Room came through loud and clear, telling me activation had got through to him and asked if I was alright. I told what had happened, and apologised. He was alright about it. 
I passed the wee, a surprisingly forceful one, due I imagine to my starting taking the Furosemide again. So, as demanded, I had a good clean-up, and put some new PP’s on. Getting a bit low on stocks now! The urine classification had put me in the Dehydrated group this time. Just in the Drink More category. So I did! I took the medications with a lot of spring water and took another Furesomide, and two Dioctyl® capsules. Bearing in mind that yesterday, Constipation Konrad was the easy winner over Trotsky Terence in the Porcelain Throne session! 
hours! Danged Colin Cramps having a go at me now! 
the sphygmomanometerisationing. Thew SYS was don’t a little again. Which was good.
I took a snap of the morning view.
I’d just made a third mug pf the, Glengettie, got it to the computer, and the belated today, summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. 
I sensed that things were not going to be over very quickly, and would be rock-hard and massive again, so got the crossword book out. ( I got a few answers in too! Smugeth-Mode-Adopted!) 
slow and painful, nae… agony! Also, it took that long it pass, I should have kept on with the crosswording! Tsk! 
One of the most boring sessions for months! In total only three dropsies, no toe-stubbing, no bleeding, no walking into anything! And despite Dizzy Dennis paying me a couple of visits in the shower, no injuries or falls. Ah, no I’m wrong, I did trap my left hand as I was retrieving the razor, but that’s all! I forgot about that. 
Drying off, and the landline burst forth and flashed. It was Sister Jane, who I made cringed at the thought, when I told her I was stood there naked, just out of the shower. Hehehe! She said she’d ring back.
I made yet another mug of Glengettie and had some late breakfast. A pot noodle, a bag of Frazzles and a mini-cake. 
Oh, yes, I live well yer know!
I had gone a little dark, and the rain was coming down without a care in the world. I took a photo through the glass in the unwanted, light & view-blocking windows, that had been designed to make things as hard as possible for a handicapped old git like me. 
I then got the blue zip-up jumper washed, all done, wrung and hung above the sink. 
I got the woolly hat I’d washed the other day and threw the one I had on since, away. Too tight!
No idea what I’ve missed of, of course.
The Chinese Foul beans bad made the Chilli-Con-Carne much milder – I should have put some extra mild chilli seasoning into the mix, Tsk! Only two small rolls baked, and Honey flavoured yoghourt. Naughty, but nice! I think I enjoyed it, found what I think is 7/10 scribbled on the notepad.
01:00hrs: What an awakening that was! I’d just woke, and found myself hanging half-in, half-out of the c1968, rickety recliner, and considering various questions as I posed them to myself? Whether to bother with life or not, if I do, what’s waiting for me? Depression? Accifaupas? Whoopsiedangleplops? I didn’t get any further, cause… 
There was such a loud sort of clunk come thud, it seemed like an eagle, pterodactyl, or something had flown into the flat wall? 
me! Hehehe!
The Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer still gave a high SYS reading of 168, but it was down from yesterday’s. I think I have Jenny to thank for that, in sorting and actioning a taxi to fetch the Dioctyl® capsules for me from the chemist. Also sorting out the Furesomide tablets, that I discovered are 
taken for multiple ailments. The water release I knew of. But didn’t think they were for High Blood Pressure too! Deep vein thrombosis. pulmonary oedema, or fluid buildup inside your lungs. (I’ve got em all – I am greedy!) You live and learn! ♥ I’m back on them again now. I took a colourful shot of the morning view.
I got the medications taken, and worked out a plan of how I can avoid missing off taking the Furosemide, and Warfarin. I’m going to keep them along with the Enoxaparin hypodermics and Macrogol. On a tray on the clothes airer! Then when I get up, I’ll see them when I go for the morning wee-wee. At least I hope I will! Cunning, eh?
I made a brew and then had a reread of the NHS Government’s six-page of A4 instructions, again. I’m afraid the concentration was not back to normal yet, after yesterdays nauseating, vexing mental-struggles over the problems getting the medications. (Thankfully, Jenny got it sorted for me)
After many hours of faffing about, going from one thing to another on the computer, and forgetting where I was, and even why I was doing something, I got the template finished for today’s blog, and the photos uploaded. 
The Iceland delivery man arrived. He threw the bags part of the way into the hallway for me. 
room when I clout myself. Haha! 
Carried on with updating this blog, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were 
bothersome. So much so, that I gave up, and sorted some meal prepping. 
The landline burst forth, it was Jenny, on a mission to tell me off for giving her the treats. At least they were used, Doris mostly, she loves her plonk, as is very welcome to enjoy it. Jen and I had a natter, but I was missing some bits of it afterwards. I fear that the fuzziness is returning. 
I reckon there’s summat else wrong, unknown to me. I’m buggered again, all in? Ah, well, I just hoped that whatever clears soon. It might just be old age, though… I’m not too keen on that stopping. Har-har-har!
Guilt twinged a little when I noticed the small rubbish bags I’d made up yesterday, and left in the kitchen.
trolley out through the door (collecting another bruise on the right arm in doing so), and off to the waste-chute, deposited them down the chute, and returned to the flat, in record time. Collecting a bruise on the right elbow as I struggled back into the apartment. Still, it helped focus the mind a bit. Hehehe! 
I took the evening medications, applied the Phorpain gel, and had a wee-wee, checking the chart. 
I waffle again, I am in a state!
I had a snack of some Morrison’s crushed Frazzles and their reshaped and squashed mini raspberry and vanilla rolls, with an absolutely foul, crap, bitter, irony-tasting decaffeinated tea. Eurgh! I didn’t get beyond taking two small tentative slurps of the poison!
I got on with the updating of this blog, in between done, in between diversions to make graphics in between. 
Billumski, the Obergruppenführer the
I was getting a bit wearier and decided to pack-up (losing 
concentration now). And get the meal tended to.
While ding this, I got a definite warning from my EQ. ‘Be prepared’ – ‘Incoming Hassle! I’m afraid he is rarely wrong! But I still ignored his caution.
Matron Jackie called me. She questioned me as to the situation with the Dioctyl®, ascertained other health conditions, and said she would call the Doctor to get some Poo-Softeners added to the monthly prescriptions. Bless her! ♥
giving myself a decentish Toe-Stubbong Thomas en route. Argh! It was the Doctors Surgery.
However, being the brave, heroic type of man I am, I pressed on. Ahum!
Thunderclaps! 
most likely, perhaps, maybe I’ll remember it later on, or not.
I went to make another brew of tea, got sidelined to go back for another pee. Washed and made the brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.
The shaving I took extra care about after yesterday’s left the bloodied shower area looking like something out of Phycho! 
The body is looking a little wane and pale again. 
I got on with the updating of this blog. The landline burst forth, it was a lady from Nottingham City Care, asking about my flu jab. I explained that I’d had it. I mentioned about the Poo getting rock-hard again, and I only had four of the Dioctyl® Poop-softeners left, none arrived with the prescriptions. She said she’ll tell Matron Jackie, for me. I thanked her muchly. ♥ 
Then I got the small waste bags made up and put in the large carton.
00:40hrs: Well, at least I woke up, but it was a tremendously disappointing event, it took me away from romancing, cuddling, and even betterer activities, in my memory prompting dream! I’ll say no more, then, other than perhaps, Cor! 
As I got to the kitchen, to do the health checks, I felt a sudden surge of determination to get things done today. But I dropped the kettle in the sink, and the urge went away. Blungletads! 
I took, probably one of my worst ever photos of the morning view, and when I looked at it on the viewer, I was annoyed at myself, tutted, swore silently, proffered a word that questioned my parentage, and shut the window… 
Trapping my wrist in the frame! My first thought was, ‘Well that serves you right!’. Which it did! And my EQ offered me some advice: Basically to be prepared for more Accifauxpas on the horizon! Oh, dear! 
I got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks, starting with the Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer. The SYS was way too high, but lower than yesterday, which is of little comfort, but then again, I was built for comfort. Humph! 
I used the new thermometer to take the temperature, after all, that’s what they were made for. Hehehe! A healthy reading came up, of 36.7° c. A lot better than it has been over the last few weeks. The batteries seem to be going down rather swiftly, though, Duracell in as well! 
I got some waste bags made up, and put them with the ones I did yesterday and forgot to take to the chute. Well, fancy that! 
when SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. 
I decided it was breakfast time, so went to see what I had available in the kitchen. I ended up with Brown Bread thins with Marmite, two marmite cheese discs, a pickled egg, and some Frazzles. With a mug of Thompsons Punjana, I tucked into it, while perusing some YouTube car crash videos.
The dropsies were only a handful, but the nicks and cut, five of them, one on the side of the head, one under the chin and two back of the neck, were Nicodemus’s delight! Humph!
I’d already got the Chilli-Con-Carne in the saucepan, added some gravy, and was waiting for the beans to arrive to add to them. 
I got a Government letter that needs reading; six pages about not going out. High-Risk Status, and using a delivery service etc, for food.
15:30hrs, Morrisons arrived. The young upbeat lady delivery-driveress, was well-stressed, but polite and friendly with it. 
thing had had a nightmare day. 
Apart from being a much bigger order than the last Sainsbury one, the familiar crushed cakes and biscuits, stupid substitutions; the 
When I first started prepping the Chilli, I anticipated the chips arriving, so I added extra gravy, but, of course, the chips did not arrive, so I had a thinner Chilli with tons of gravy to get through. But nae bother, with the added tomatoes and mild chilli powder, it went down a treat, a chipless treat, but still. Hahaha! I rated this one at 7.5/10. 
I stayed awake for the entire episode. (That’s a first, I think?) Sam’s Mediterranean Kabob Room. While I was searching for this photo of the restaurant, on Mr Google, I learnt that the place still failed and closed down. 
Defeeted-defeated? Never mind, sorry.
00:10hrs: I bolted upright, knocking the TV remote from where it was, resting peacefully in the folds of my gigantic wobbly-bellied torso! I tried to stop it flying off, and sent the Spring Water bottle off of the ottoman, to join the remote somewhere in the distance on the floor. 
I took an imitation, weak, dribbling wee-wee. Washed the hands and off to the kitchenette to get the health checks done, but after getting the kettle turned on, I took this photo f the morning view – amazingly after three days of fogginess greeting me, there was none today, just a little mist. 
I started with the Body Thermometer and got another fair reading like yesterday, but a little lower, of an acceptable 36.3°c. I did notice that the battery indicator was half-way down; this is going to be an expensive job at this rate. Hey-Ho! 
As a thick mist came down, and the rain started at the same time, I made a start on this diary. After an hour or so more, I realised it was a little later than I thought, and had to get off to tend to the ablutions. Otherwise, I might be in the nude when my precious Vampire nurse arrived. No time for a shower, it’ll have to be a rushed stand-up job. I am a fool! 
The bruise on the back of the left hand is clearing up well. I won’t see it by morning!
As I was coming out of the wet-room, Starkers! The intercom flashed. It was my Angel Vampire Nurse arriving nice and early. I had to rush about getting some trousers on, and I made it only just in time before Hristina was walking in the door… Phew! That saved her a terrible sight to look at! She soon got the job done, and although in a rush, she still managed to show care and concern for me. She’s brilliant at that! ♥
Sadly, of course, she had to shoot off to her next lucky patient. She was leaving me feeling a smidge down in spirits, as is only natural. 
Back to the mise en placing, then. I fancied chips of some sort; I’ve not had any for yonks now. Pork knuckle (Golonkowa), cobs, and… Oh, I don’t know, not enough garden pea to use the last tin, but some might be coming tomorrow. I’ll go int kitchen, and do what comes naturally. Hehe! 
I dug into the freezer and found some of their sell-by date, Ridiculously Crispy chips, so it shall be – I bashed and banged them to separate them, opened the can of pork knuckle. Sliced some tomatoes, had a Jenny donated pickled egg with black pepper, and the only dessert left in the fridge, an orange 
jelly. I’d added the two part-baked roll to the chips later, which came out alright.
At one point in the cross between a one-legged jive, and Stanley Matthews kicking footballs at goal from a distance, I was even pleased, with my dexterity even though I had no control over it. 
Yet I felt an infinitesimal, iota of pride, in my staying on my feet, or at times it was just my one foot, (Hehe!). And avoiding any serious damage to my beefy, masculine, fit, young, highly-toned, muscular body. Hahaha!