Gorgeous TFZeress, watching over the children – Dancing lessons? ♥
Friday 6th November 2020
Swedish: Fredag 6 November 2020
01:05hrs: I stirred back into imitation life, coughed a bit, and the rumblings from within the depths of the stomach’s innards started to churn, and rumble, I’m not even sure, but I think I heard the activity as well!
I was not too keen on the idea of coping with the first Porcelain Throne, but there were no signs of any activity rectum-wise yet.
A need for a wee-wee, yes! Like yesterday, the wee-wees flowed frequently, and often, always of a minimalistic nature, and not too powerful. However, the colour chart I checked after this first visit, shown it was in the ‘Group 3 – Fair’ category. Washed and antisepticated, and off to the kitchenette and filled the kettle. Took the temperature, which was low, but not surprising.
Then used the Boot’s sphygmomanometer, the SYS 158 was lower than yesterday, DIA the same, and the Pulse was a smidge higher at 90.
I swallowed the medications and made a brew of the tasty Gengettie tea, and while it was mashed, I took shots of the view from the unwanted, disliked, impossible to get at for cleaning, thick-framed, light & view-blocking windows. The fog was thick, no stars or moon to be seen, and only the nearest street lights had filtered through.
I got the step-ladder (Very nervously) and leant out of the window to take a shot of Chestnut Walk and car parking below. The fog even obscured the view from the 12th-floor flat, so thick it was. I made a very cautious stepping down from the steps. I put them away, almost feeling a modicum of pride in my getting the photographing done without any injuries or Accifauxps… Taking the ladder back in the front room, I misjudged the distance again and banged into the stack plastic drawers.
The gear I had on top, tumbled down on top me on its way to the floor! (Apart from the shock, I was fortunate [Yes, me!] in as much as everything that fell off was light, and didn’t make too much noise [I hope]). Also, this meant that I could retrieve everything with the long picker-upperer, and not need to get down on all-fours, so it wasn’t that bad. I got the unused dirty-needle box, the fungal-growth inhibitor (sound posh dunnit?), Phorpain gels and last medication pod retrieved without any hassle.
Being on the last weekly pod-pack, with only one evening dose of tablets in it, meant a lot of noise was saved. A shame I couldn’t get through to Deana yesterday afternoon, it would have been nice to know if the Chemist was going to deliver the monthly medications or not. If they don’t come today, I’ll be in a pickle.
I’ll try to catch her later today to find out. Poor gal must have been busy with the big meeting and forgot to call on me, afterwards, or didn’t have the time. Hey-ho! Every month I have to go through this Pallava! I pray I do not have to go without the Bisoprolol beta-blockers again. A month before last, they left me without any medications for four days, and I was in a right state.
I really must find out about another supplier who can deliver them to me on time. But, it may be out of the frying pan into the fire, if I do. Tenants have told me of problems they have, with Boots and Lloyds chemists, both famous for running out of medications.
The one thing I can rely on with Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, is that they will let me down, and I’ll have to end up hobbling into Carrington to fetch them, after being without every month since the new year, apart from last month. And Matron Julie had to sort that out for me. Pharmacist and owner Deepak told the Matron I should email them each month when I was down to the last three days medications, this I did. No reply, though. I can’t win!
I got the ablutions sorted out.
No signs of Porcelain Throne duties being needed, I was getting ready to clean the teeth, and I spotted a decent bruise or bleeding under the wrinkled skin from where I hit the drawers earlier. It’s not going to be a good day. Depression was building.
The tooth that the dentist told me not to worry about gave me some pain as I touched it with the brush, Huh!
The bruise or whatever it is on the back of the left hand is tender to the touch.
The shaving produced five minor cuts.
The showering was better, only one harmless Dizzy Dennis attack!
The towelling caused a few items to be knocked off of the cabinet, a stubbed toe, and three dropsies.
The medicating was horrendous, if anything could be knocked, caught, banged or made more painful, it was!
The putting on of the PPs produce a balance wobble that in turn gave me yet another toe-stubbing!
Getting dressed was fine, Yee-Haa!
Leaving the wet room, I nearly dropped the camera and banged my already poorly left hand on the upright clothes airer.
Not one of my betterer Ablutionalisationing Session!
I called Deana, who apologised for not calling yesterday, the events took her over. As I thought might happen, bless her. I explained about not having any medications for tomorrow, and not getting any answer to my emails from Carrington Pharmacy, and only having one dose left of evening medications. She said she’ll ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store. Called me back to inform me that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, said they could not deliver until tomorrow night, (which will leave me with no beta-blockers once again! Ba@#%rds!), but I can collect them myself. That was so kind of the uncaring devil-animals!
Deana said she would ring the volunteers to see if anyone is available. Rang back a few minutes later, no reply to her call.
So much for the lockdown rules! Now I’ve got to go out again to collect the prescriptions! (The Ba@#%rds!) This Coronvirus will get me yet! I might ring the Nottingham City Homes Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. Maybe the Doctor. Or Matron Jackie, to see if they know of any other supplier who might be reliable and less life-threatening to use than Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, are? I need help, no doubt.
I took this snap through the filthy balcony windows, of foggy morning dew. Cursed silently for a few moments about my treatment from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, and wobbled off to get the ablutions done.
The darkness was coming on, and my spirits at a low ebb, with my EQ telling me I’d have to fetch the prescriptions myself if I don’t want to miss any doses of the Beta-Blockers again. My EQ sounded positive today, and no help would be available, sadly.
I got on with updating this IT, and with it being nearly midday now, I tried calling Matron Jackie for help with getting the prescriptions. I got through to Nottingham City Care, quickly enough, they said they would contact Jackie for me, and ask her to ring me back. Which they said last month, but I didn’t get a call-back then. But I did get a visit two weeks later.
Jackie rang back ♥. I explained things, and she said she’d get on to the chemist and try to sort something out. She also asked if she sent a fire check crew from the brigade, they may be able to get me some help with the decluttering of the spare room, would I be interested. I said, yes, please, thank you very much. Well, I can’t do it!
I decided to get some late breakfast. A brown baguette, well-buttered, the last pickled eggs, the last of the honeyed shallots, and some tomatoes, maybe even a bag of frazzles and some meat sticks?
I got the bread in the oven and was getting the tomatoes out, and the box slipped out of the bag, and I had a job of retrieving them, checking and cleaning them, and slicing and salting them. Half-way through picking them up, I got the camera to take this photo, knelt again and clunk mt knee on the server wheel.
Not that it bothered me at all. After ten minutes, I was buttering the baguette and serving up what turned out to be a reet-treat of a brekkers—much savoured.
Then, I did the washing up, such as it was, and made up some waste bags. I dare not take them to the chute, in case the Nurse, Matron, Dean or Phlebotomy Vampire, Hristina rings. Maybe even the Chemist… no don’t be silly Inchy!
I took a photo of the now brightening sky, was still appearing in layered form.
Next, I started to do some updating of this blog and then attempted to make up some graphics for later use on CorelDraw.
After an hour or so, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea. And the sunshine seemed to be trying to get through the clouds, so I got the Canon camera and snapped this photo from the thick-framed, impossible to get at for cleaning, unwanted, letting rain in, light and view-blocking kitchen window.
Throughout the rest of the day and evening, in my attempt to stay awake, I took several sky photographs, some of which were passable efforts.
Back to CorelDrawing, hello, I just heard a clunk? Mail perhaps? I’ll investigate…
Ah, this looks official, better take a look now.
It was from the Nottingham City Police Pegasus Team. Four pages of confirmation of details held, new ailment since last year, (well that’ll take forever, Hehehe!) And Personal Detail Declaration of Permission given?
Ah, well, onto CorelDraw at last, I can upload the mail photos first.
I packed up computerisationing, to weary and mentally worn out over the prescription problem again. No desire for any meal, I got down to watch some TV with subtitles so I could hear the intercom, mobile or door chimes. As I got settled and opened a packet of Frazzles, the door chime burst forth. I struggled out of the recliner and onto my feet, knocking some things over as I did so (Fancy that!) In walked warden Deana. As we were talking, she heard the Alarm Alert thingy talking. I couldn’t hear it.
It seems in my panic to get out of the chair I must have caught the Alarm Wristlet and set it off. Deana sorted it out with the controller for me. I think that Deana will be glad to get home this weekend, she’s had a lot of hassle, bless her ♥. I wished her a good weekend as she left.
I made a brew, had the 120th wee-wee of the day (well, it felt like it, hehehe!). Now the battle not to fall asleep before the medications arrive, it was not easy, and I failed miserably, but then, a miracle occurred!
My legs fell off of the chair they were resting on to keep the blood flow going, I clouted the right ankle against the swivel chair leg, and jumped a bit, knocking the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman as I flailed about.
As recovered my weak composure, I heard what I thought was the mobile phone ringing. But realised it was indeed the intercom ringing! More panic as I rushed to get there in time.
Giving myself a toe-stubbing en route (Argh!) It was the lovely, pretty young lady from the Carrington Chemist with the prescriptions. Bless her cotton socks! I thanked her. I’m afraid my first thought as she departed, was that I’m going to have to go all through this shemozzle again next month with the medications!
I got the bag onto the server trolley and decided to have a check through the contents.
The Dioctyl® stool softener capsules and Macrogol were not there, the Matron said they would add them to the monthly prescriptions, but no such luck. I began to get down again, knowing that mission impossible will start all over again, and I’ll end up having to fetch them from Carrington. Flobbergaulingness!
When I asked six weeks ago, via Matron Jackie, if they could send the Furesomide separately; the chemist said no, they must go into the pill-pods, were now separated, in their original box? Conrad Confusion reigns!
Well, at least I have the medications for the morning now. It took a lot of hassle, explaining, calling for help, and Duodenal Donald pain, but we got there! At long last, the fretting and pressure eased off, and the Sweet Morpheus-seeking began.
02:15hrs: Woke and remembered the computer not working and letting me add any photographs.
And my depression returned, immediately. Down in the dumps before I’d even thought about getting up out of the recliner! Sickeningly sorry for myself! Not interested in getting up at all, then I recalled that it’s the dentist visit early today. And that got me even more discouraged! Things ain’t going very well at the moment!
Then the double need of a wee-wee and the porcelain Throne arrived together. A funny, rare feeling that! So, off to the wet room. For one of the messiest-ever evacuations. It seems that Trotsky Terence is fighting back! Tsk!
I had a lengthy cleaning up spell, ashed and went to the kitchenette to do the Health Checks and make a brew. The BP was SYS 75, Dia62, and Pulse 85. The thermometer reading was 34.4°c. The shame of not being able to photograph them, no point if the bloody computer is not going to recognise the drives. I sank even lower into the darkness of depression.
On the computer to make a template, and even that wasn’t easy. Various ailment attacked and completed the job lengthy, hard work, and got on my goat!
Then a Porcelain Throne No.2 was needed. Not as bad as the first one, but still messy.
Back to the computer and eventually got the updating done, emailed the link, Facebook and WordPress Reader section visited. This task took me a few hours to achieve.
Then, the Porcelain Throne No.3 was needed. Back to chronic Trotsky Terence’s control; a mess and cleaning up gain. What’s happening?
Did a start to this blog, but time beat me, I was too slow to achieve much, thanks to SSS and Nicolas, mainly. Now, I had to get the ablutions done, or I may be late for the dentist, and I know that the shaving must not be rushed, my EQ has just warned me? Hehe! Back in a bit, I hope…
(Continued from arriving home after the Dentist’s visit and some shopping, and a miracle, the photos are now being read and accepted again?!?!)
Ablutiuonalisationing: I did take my time in shaving, and no cuts at all. A few dropsies overall, about ten, but no injuries whatsoever! But no showering cause it was too early, a stand-up bath of sorts. A Swank and Smug Mode Adopted! Fair enough, there was just the one walking into the door frame on leaving, but of no consequence, a feather-duster blow.
I got some bags made up and taken to the waste-chute. And before leaving to go to the dentist, I started Computer Katie and tried to load the photos again, Well I was flabbergasted, my flab has never been so ghasted! They were accepted! So, not feeling confident about this, I uploaded yesterday’s pictures to CorelDraw straight away.
Which meant I needed to hurry a little now, before setting out on my trip to Mansfield Road, Sherwood taking the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange. The layered evening sky shots, one to the left, straight ahead and to my right.
The others were of the Chilli-Con-Carni evening meal I had, then the and well enjoyed evening meal. I added some passata, mil chilli seasoning, bags of potatoes and some Balsamic vinegar to the mix.
If I recall correctly, it was an 8.5/10 for flavour rating! Hence the well scraped with the bread thins dish. A lemon mousse dessert, and I even left a slice of the bread uneaten. But then again, I’d put a load of spuds in with it. Hehehe! Slurp!
Yee-Ha! But I’ll wait until I try putting the ones on taken today before I get too excited! I took the little Canon camera with me, and as I went out of the lobby door, I spotted my first photographable thing, a large moth I think, on the glass of the filthy lobby windows.
I got a message on the camera ‘This card needs formatting and clearing before using’. Oh, ‘ecky thump! So I went back into the flat and swapped it for an old SD card, and tried that, I’m glad to say, it was accepted. Phew!
I thought I was doing well, I got down in the lift to the lobby, and out across Chestnut Walk and started up the gravel path, into Woodthorpe Grange Park. I got about half-way up, and the breathing was difficult, and I took my first breather. Had to have another break as well before I got up to the top.
But things improved once I was on level ground. In fact, it sloped a bit, and my scrawny, Clopidogrel pot-marked, short little legs got a belt on then, and no breathing problems.
The weather was not bad at all, and I soon found myself at the bottom and turning left along Mansfield Road.
Where I saw this Pavement Cyclist coming towards me, and he just rode on the road against traffic, and right in front of a white van coming out of Trevose Gardens, then back on the pavement and I had manoeuvre out of his way! As he shot by me close, he shouted ‘Couldn’t’… Ah, I see now, it was most likely a naughty word that sounded similar!
The poor mite was likely scared to death to go on the road, but the fungal-face, frigging, flipping, fuck-tard, facinorous, factious, foul-mouthed, fellow can’t help himself, I wished I could have helped him – to fall into the road and get ran-over! But I jest, of course. I think. Scumball! Gragglespitgurgler!
Up the hill, and down to the Co-op Store, where my weakness for food shopping was controlled to a degree! But when they have Sourdough batches on sale, and Frazzles in stock, one is going to be tempted! Hehehe!
Back up the hill, timing it well, (it was just good luck that I wasn’t late) to get there on time. The first challenge for me was bringing up the three steps with the walker-guide and shopping bag, walking stick and umbrella, not to mention the stuff bought at the Co-op shop. Hehehe! I made a hash of it, and some staff came to have a look what the noise and kerfuffle, was all about.
It was fun trying to talk with the receptionist, though. I’m not sure who heard less of what the other was saying! Anyway, they told me to sit down, and came over to me with questions, etc., the major embarrassment was my not knowing my landline number. Went through medical changes from the last visit – she was sorry she asked me, I think, I did go on a bit telling her of the Peripheral Neuropathy, the Stroke, the Diabetes and Saccades Sandra.
I got the crossword book out, and the other receptionist came over, asking if I could manage the stairs up the two floors to the surgery. I said its a struggle, but I made it last time. The other lady joined us, and she told me she’d arranged for me to go into the ground floor room to be done. But it will not be my usual dentist. I hid the beaming smile under my facemask, I’ve never liked him anyway, he’s curt and uninterested, plus he enjoys testing the teeth with venom and gusto, and only stops after I have cringed or said ‘Ow!’ This news cheered me up a tad!
A minute or so later, a young lady (I still notice these things you know! Haha!), arrived and escorted me to a surgery; where the female dentist set about asking the right questions, (whether she was absorbing the answers, I don’t know) but she was a lot gentler with her prodding. I pointed out the tooth that was giving me a little pain, and that there was a hole in the tooth. This didn’t seem to bother her, and she took some X-rays and declared my teggies as being okay. She gave me paperwork to hand to the receptionist when I pay her. I thanked her and wobbled to the reception desk.No receipt for the money spent, mind?
Now hear this – for it is the truth: The receptionist said she had arranged for a ground floor surgery to be used on my next visit, took the money and gave me an appointment on a Thursday, for 13th May 2021 @ 09:00hrs. Then, the other receptionist came out and helped me down the lethal steps, bless her, and a chap passing by came and steadied me when Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances as I was going down the steps. All very embarrassing, yet heartwarming at the same time. ♥
I made my way to the Ozan Continental Food store. Where I lost it completely with all that food around me, and got carried away without a care in the world about whether I needed the stuff or just fancied it! I came across the Krakus canned Boczek and bought a tin, the none of Golonkowa, erm, then a Lopatka and Moussaka… a can of Monalisa Foul Mecames, a can of sausage and beans and Roasted fresh Meat Loaf. I must curtail my fondness of food foraging!
The meatloaf Ingredients: Pork 40%, Chicken meal 20%, drinking water with root vegetables, carrots, parsnips, & peas, breadcrumbs, onion, garlic, nitrate salt, marjoram, and burnt sugar. Well, I’ll give it a go with some of the Sourdough bread later I got, later…
♫ Oh, the good life, full of food seems to be the ideal,
Mmm, The good life lets you eat Marmite and cow-heel,
You won’t fall in love for you can’t take the chance
Overeat and destroy romance, and lose your balance… ♫
A little bit of silliness there, sorry, no charge! Hehehe!
I strode up Mansfield Road and right onto, Winchester Street to await a bus up the hill back home. Thinking, well dreaming, of little other than the meatloaf I’d bought, and the butter to go on the sourdough bread batch, and tomatoes…
The pipping of the car horns brought me out of my foodstuffs-reverie. A dirty astonishing massive lorry was trying to turn around on Winchester Street to make a delivery perhaps, or had he seen how steep the road was and had a lot of weight one? I know about having a lot of weight on, you know!
The bus driveress, handed me a leaflet to read, about a service where we can travel for half-fare and get picked up from the flats, well that’s worth looking into.
We were soon back at Winwood Heights, and someone unknown helped me off at the bus stop. Thank you, muchly ♥.
I hobbled along and called in at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), holding cell, interrogation room and office, to have a word with Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana. No one in. I’ll ring, later on, and I must ask her to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, to make sure they are not going to let me down with the medications again.
I poddled along to Woodthorpe Court and into the lift cage, hello, some wet on the floor I found. No idea what it was, so I avoided treading in it.
Up to the 12th floor, and out and into the apartment. I had a wee-wee first, (How surprising, Hehe!)
Then I got the purchases stored away, after checking them out.
On closer inspection, I was greatly disappointed to see that the roasted meatloaf I’d purchased, had a use-by date of only three days! Never mind, I intended to eat it tonight, so no problem. It’s just that I now fancied some Chilli-Con-Carne instead. Humph!
I telephoned Dean later, and she will come to see me later on this afternoon, she has an important meeting on first.
I made a brew and got on with updating this blog. Thankfully, the computer is currently accepting and recognising the SD card reader.
I spotted the note wot I wrote to remind me about the dentist. A good job I remembered innit?
I had a look at the ‘YourArea’ email magazine thingy, for any up to date Coronavirus figures. This is all I found, but the Red Alert has been removed from the site.
This is for Nottinghamshire.
Well, no Deana yet, and it’s now gone my meal start time, and I’ll need to get some kip in soon. I’ll bet the meeting Deana’s at is one of those on-and-on sessions. I want to wash and strip off ready, but it would be too much of a shock for the gal if she came then. Hahaha!
But, I need to know about the medications soon, especially with the new ones supposedly going on the monthly list. I’m surprised that Chemist owner Deepak hasn’t answered my email, it was him that told me to send one when I was three days away from running out? Well, now in the morning, I’ll only have sufficed medications in stock, for tomorrow alone. Oh, dear!
I want to get the nosh prepared, but, oh, well. Sleep escapes me again. My fault for going to kip so early, mind you, but not today!
Got the meal prepared. I opened the meatloaf, and got it slices, and tried a nibble, in case I was not too fond of it. The vegetables were chunky, the garlic and chilli in the meat were strongish (for my tastes), but I quite liked it all the same.
Got the Sourdough bread sliced (No cut fingers, although a few dropsies doing it). Put the beans with the mild chilly seasoning and tomatoes from the saucepan into the dish—a flavour rating of 7/10. But the meatloaf was tasty enough.
I got the TV on to accompany me while I ate the fodder, and as I noted a Kitchen Nightmare was coming up soon, so as I finished the food, I went and got the washing up done.
The view from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen windows was impressive. I took a couple of photos, and one down onto Chestnut Walk.
The iconic IRCMS (International Red Car Monitoring Services) (Ohio Branch), top head supremo, Billumski Zeighyler, will note there are three red vehicles on this Chestnut Walk view tonight. One moving a bit rapidly? Yes!
Doing the pot washing resulted in a few, I’m afraid to say.
I know have one less, nae, in fact, no drinking glasses left now – doomed to be smashed on the floor, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure!
Carefully I collected the glass, taking particular care not get any cuts.
But I did clout my shoulder against the sink getting back up again from the floor. Huh!
Emptying the bowl, SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley started, and the floor had to be mopped dry, and body towelled. Oy, Oy, Oy!
The only painful part, was when I banged the Cartilage Cathy little finger on the tap (faucet). That stung a bit!
I eventually got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rachitic, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, senescent, hoary, worn-out, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV.
My £889, Nokia 8.3 5G, with 171.9 x 78.56 x 8.99mm, 220g Side fingerprint scanner, and Google Assistant button, Punch hole camera, LCD 21:9, 60Hz, and 6.81-inch display, mobile rang forth and flashed. (This may not describe exactly, the model of my mobile, but near enough, Hahaha!)
A distant sounding voice, that seemed possibly Polish or Latvian, (No lousy language heard) began to mouth-off, moaning about a taxi or something. By the time I got into the one-way conversation and told the man, I was not a taxi company; he rang off immediately. Ah, well! I hope the gentleman got his cab after all.
Resettled in the recliner once again, I took the medications, and the Gordon Ramsay programme came on. I’d seen it before, so turned off the set. This was when the Thought-Storms exploded, with concerns and worries. Will the cpmputer still recongnise the Card reader? – Why did the dentist tell me the tooth was alright; when it obviously isn’t? – Will I remember to try and catch Deana again to ask her to ring the chemist for me about the prescriptions? – Why on earth did I buy the meatloaf? How do I find someone to cut my ever longer and getting warped toe-nails? – I must get to call in the opticians to get my glasses adjusted – Why did I go a complete day without a leg-dance of any note? (not complaining though) – There is someting else I had to remember for Friday, I know there is, but what?
But SSS shook me out of the mindset I was in, and in doing so, I knocked the TV remote and tablet tray that was resting in the folds of my flabby-stomach belly down between the recliner and chair – And they can stay there!
00:20hrs: I woke, wanting the standard, as is to be expected nowadays, wee-wee. Extracting my scarily-flobby, Brobdingnagian-sized, stomached-body from the warmth of the second-hand, pre-owned, £300, c1968, recliner, was a little more difficult this morning. I had a visit from Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) at the same time. Which caused some difficulty in gaining my balance, not to mention the agony… oh, I did mention it! Hehehe!
Once I started hobbling to the wet room, things eased off a smidge, although I did clout my elbow against the door, it was only a trivial, half-hearted affair. Nae bothers, no bruises, no bleeding at all. Nothing, to a brave-hero type, and stalwart like wot I am. Ahem!
When I’d finished the surprisingly-spirited wee-wee, I washed and returned to the recliner, to check for any signs of nocturnal nibblings that needed cleaning up, and or pens, pencils, spoons, spectacles, hearing aids, batteries or tablets that had been dropped. (It does happen regularly!)
As I walked to look between the chairs for escaped objects… ARGH!
I trod (bare-footed of course, it had to be, didn’t it) on what belt like t tin-tack or ball-bearing! By Gawd, it made me smart, wince and mutter an oath silently! See the p[itcure of the offending item on the right? I’ll tell you the story: Weeks ago, no, months ago now, I managed to sit watching the TV, and to pod some fresh peas into the saucepan. (I did report this on the Inchcock Today). The amazing thing about this day was that I only dropped one pea! But I could not find it and gave up the search. Now, here it appears again, rock-solid, and on the carpet in front of the recliner? I mused over how this could be, and came to a conclusion, it was fell either in the stomach fold or the belly button, and I’d been carrying it around with me until this morning when I got up, and it fell out… No, no, that’s too far fetched! Or, it had fallen on the quilt and hybernated there… No, not that either, cause I washed the quilt a fortnight ago?
It will have to go down, and be blames on the ghosts, spirits, spectres, wraiths, apparitions. Phantasms, departed-souls, eidola, bogies, hallucinations, materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations, vampires, zombies, hobgoblins, succubi, grotesqueries, urchins, scapegraces, or alien lambs of the devil, that seem determined to enforce and watching me get confused, worried and crumbling into a mental wreck? But, maybe not.
At long last, I got on with the Health Checks. The no contact thermometer showed 32.7°c, the ear-hole on, 34.1°c.
I keep doing this using them both; I think in vain and silly hope the contact-free Amazon bought one might suddenly come good and work right? Why? I am a fool!
I go the Boot’s sphygmomanometer into use, next. The SYS had gone back up a little.
A sudden and needy call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. No hesitation was shown, I hobbled to the wet room and got down on the Throne, remembering the knee-raiser to use. What a cracking session! Quick, only discomfort, no real pain at all! Not a sign of any bleeding, and to top up the miracle, no mess!
These Dioctyl stool softeners take a while to work, built they are effective, now!
It was a slow, frustrating job; various ailments seemed to be taking in turn to give me some bother. But hey, that’s much better than them ganging up at the same time. Hours later, I got the updating finished, and the Tuesday post sent off. Emailed the link. Pinterested some photos. Updated the Facebooking and visited the Winwood Heights pages.
The landline flashed, it was Matron Jackie. She was with the Doctor, and asked how I was, and about the dizzies and walking into things. After a discussion, she asked if she could get the Doctor to arrange some specialist examinations. Bless Her! I agreed, of course.
I rang off and then, I thought I’d ring Deana, about ringing the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, to see if they are going to let me down again and leave me without any medications. But, the landline was dead! Recorded messages kept coming and repeating from Alarm Alert box “Your telephone is disconnected”… Oh, dearie me!
I got some black bags made up and took them to the waste chute. THen went down in te elevator to go and see Deana.
The top picture of the lobby entrance on my way out; looked like this one, later I lightened a copy so the unfinished electrics and holes in the wall and ceilings could be seen betterer. Hehe!
I hobbled up to Winwood Court and the Wardens holding-cell. She knew about the Virgin (It had to be them!) lines being down, and Virgin had told her everyone had had a letter telling them it was going down today. I hadn’t and many other tenants as well. We had a natter, and I forgot all about asking her to ring the chemist for me. Tsk!
I got back and carried out the ablutions. It went well today!
I got back and concentrated on my blogging, but it wasn’t easy. Hours later, the weariness came over me. I must remember the Dentist in the morning. I’ll leave a note for myself; I’ll do it now! Done!
I took a photo of the park play area behind the flats I was using the Kodak. It wasn’t a very good one.
Then made another effort of the end car park. That wasn’t so good either, Tsk!
Dang Kodak camera!
I had a quick look at the Your Area email magazine.
Found some bits relating to the Coronavirus figures, not that I understood them all. Getting awfully tired and beginning to lose my concentration, now!
I got up to check on the chilli-con-carne, it was alright, just needed a stirring, and went to wash my hands, and the dammed Dizzy Dennis had me over! Fell against a plastic bin, thus saving ant serious injury that was lucky, but I’ll need a new waste bin now.
But it doesn’t bother me in the least. Pickleglobknobs! Boulderclumps! Brunglebogs!, Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! Skullclogglebonks! Kluggledanks! Klunglefrazzles! Grangleclogs Expuslivications! Puggleclumpdimwit! Flagtoggles! Gragnangles! Grogglebonksworth, Granglesbognessbuggerit! Criggleblogglesworthisms! Grumblemoanski! Knackwrangles! and Schluberdubersnarl! Turned off the computer, and got the nosh sorted.
Ate nosh, and nodded off.
All the photographs I took after this, I attempted to put on the computer in the morning. But, I failed miserably… these are the picklement snips from Windows. I just cannot get any photographs on at all.
I’m pretty low and depessed now!
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Now I’m miffed, lost, puzzled, angry, feeling sorry for myself, frustrated and have had enough!
In need of help with this, but lock-down prevents anyone calling to assist me! Humph!
00:05hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. (And gratefulness at not being woken up for any wees, was present, and sincere).
The morning battle to extract my plump, burdensome, bellied body from the c1968, non-working recliner, went as well as it has for weeks now! A temporary Smug-Mode was adopted.
The wee-wee was a little more urgent than of late, so I utilised the awaiting nearby EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). This was the start of another wee-weeing day, of great repetitions and variety of modes. I’ll try not to mention them again, but they were persistent!
I took the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and sanitising, and needed another wee whilst doing this; I used the WC. I washed the hands and antisepticated the touch areas, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on. When it dawned on me, the state I was in last night; and yet now, here I was this morning, walking about with a reasonably clear head, not banging into things, and my balance had returned? The strangeness of senility is subjugated, when something confuses one further… I’m not sure what I meant to say there, but it came out wrong, I’m sure it did!
I turned on the kettle and tackled the Health Checks first. The old still working Boot’s BP hemadynamometer gave me a pleasant surprise, the SYS was down again, to 151. I was getting a feeling that things might not go so bad today – why? I’ve no idea!
I used both of the thermometers, as I have been doing for a few days now, to see how far out of sync the new one is, and Cor, Blimey! Luv a duck! I got the same reading on each one! Konrad Confusion was getting tested a bit, here!
I remembered the Iceland delivery is due this morning also my B.O. reminded me that I didn’t have a shower or shave yesterday, with not feeling too good. So, I planned to get as much computer work done as I could, but stop at 06:30hrs, so I could get a good stand-up wash (To early a time to use the noisy shower and disturb my neighbours), do the teggies and have a good shave. This needed doing badly and had to be achieved before the chance of anyu delivery arriving, thus allowing myself an hour-and-a-half to get the ablutions done. It may sound like a long time, but I can never be certain which of the ailments may affect things, so better safe than sorry. I’m waffling again… sorry about that.
I made the brew, took the medications, and got the computer going to download any photos first. I found two pictures that I could not recall taking last night. This one of the evening meal, shame I can’t recall much making it or even less of eating it.
And the second one is even more of a mystery to me. When I took it, I’ve no idea, but it was on the SD card following the dish of fodder. It looks like it’s belting down with rain outside, and the light was not on in the kitchen. Note that this information and Sherlock Holmesianess helped me to work out why or when I took the picture.
Then I spent many hours making up a template, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was in good form, making progress very difficult, and she was with me for ages! Humph! Eventually, she calmed down and was only giving the odd little few second shudders, and I made good progress then, finished the template and got the updating done for yesterdays blog. Pinterested, some pictures, emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section.
I stopped to make a brew I noticed how the carpet was wearing out, from the computer desk to the wet room. I hope the lady urologist rings soon on her promised check-up on me, then I can tell her of the FWW (Frequent Wee-Weeing) problem.
I took these pictures in different camera settings from the thick-framed, unwanted, rain-letting-in, light & view-blocking, impossible to get at for cleaning (for me), kitchen window. Obviously, it had been devised to cause the most stress and discomfort to elderly disabled people. So, a few discrete back-handers may have been needed, to get them fitted into blocks of flats for old, and disabled folk to live with.
The designer, who is plainly a sufferer of gerascophobia, gerontophobia, classism, and perhaps ableism and ageism too, ought to have their own Coronavirus ward, so we can visit them, and offer forth advice and arsenic cocktails.
Still, these deadly-designed windows don’t bother me at all. Oh, no!
I had a ponder on what to have to eat for dinner today. The two crock-pots laid there, awaiting some attention? Ah, I’ll see what I’ve ordered from Iceland then make my mind up I think.
I came across this picture on Facebook; I thought it was worth a smile, so put it in.
Brekkers time. A buttered baguette and bag of Frazzles sound tempting, I’ll get the oven heating up.
Made one graphic on CorelDraw, then I got the breakfast served up. I remembered the Dentist to visit in the morning. I baked a brown baguette, and I gobbled some Frazzles, as well, had a drink of spring water with it. Enjoyable little nibble that was!
I washed the things and had washed a zip-up jacket. With my not having a shower and wearing this most of the day, it had to be done, and I added some disinfectant to the sink while I got the Ablutions tended to, to give it a real freshening-up!
Ablutionalisationing Session Report! A mixed bag of incidents today, good & bad!
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Yet again, as I got in the wet room, an urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne arrived. And a great evacuation it was in three ways; First, the size of it (Colossal!) Secondly, barley any discomfort or pain, and it was over quickly!
But messier than it’s been for many a month, much time cleaning up needed.
The teeth-cleaning went well, with only one toothpaste dropsies!
The nasal clearing was rather unfortunate. As I put the plastic-hose up my nose, SSS decided that would be a good time to give me a good shuddering and shaking bout – It took a while to stop the bleeding, Globnobhackers!
A mixed bag in the shaving department; Only one tiny cut!
But so many dropsies it got ridiculous!
The plates and pins were looking far too pale and bloodless for my liking!
However, the Chill-Con-Carne burn had all but faded away.
And the ankle ulcer too!
The Arthur Itis and Crtilidge Kathy Knees had transformed themselves once again, shape and lump-wise.
No bath towelling, so no knocking anything off of the cabinets!
No toe-Stubbing either! Oh, Yes!
The medicationing proffered a few moments of stings and pains and a couple of ‘Argh’s! And ‘Flipping-Heck’s’ (This is not the exact wordage used! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and Arthur Itis’ knees Cartalidges damage being the worst offenders.
Although I did walk into the door frame leaving the room, this was a minor event, a triviality, that didn’t even draw any blood, or as far as I can tell, didn’t even leave me with a bruise!A piece of cake, of an imitation Accifauxpas! I laugh in its face! (I might be losing it again here?)
I got dressed, and hand washed the zip-up jumper, I used the fabric softener and some Lavender-orange Dettol disinfectant in the final hand rinse.
It smelt nice as I got the wash done, wrung and hung it over the sink to dry.
I was about to make a brew, of Thompsons Punjana this time, and the sky was filled, well there were dozens of crows flying by, they kept flying around in wide-arcs, and more birds joined them at the top of the trees near the park. I got the camera out and did my best to get some distant photographs of the creatures; it reminded me of Alfred Hitchcock’s, ‘The Birds’ film. The Murder of crows soon departed a few minutes later and flew en-masse up the hill behind the flats.
Then the rain came rather heavily, and I went to the balcony to take some shots of it through the windows. Ah, the new windows again! These are the ones that had fallen out or off when one or more of us oldies tried to open them. Have caused bruises, bleeding and scared many of us. But I think they were designed by the same gerontophobic or with hatred or fear of the elderly due to memento mori, personages. These obviously have gone a stage further than the kitchen window designers, who are happy to injure and scare us, this group of architects are trying to kill us. But you don’t like to complain, does yer. The rent is very fair here.
Minutes later the rain stopped altogether and the sun. I got the paperwork out to start sorting through, and, ‘Aha’, the intercom lit-up and ringeth!
T’was the Iceland delivery Gentleman. He was soon up at the flat door. And putting the carriers in the doorway inside for me. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G &T.
I couldn’t close the door, so moved the carriers around the corner, then closed the door. I thought I’d better move the bags into the kitchen straight away, in case of any fire alarm activations. I carried the carriers carefully into the kitchenette and set about sorting them out. No list of items was left again to check them off against.
I got the fodder stored away and discovered what it was I was going to have for today’s nosh.
A cheapo (£I) ready-meal I’d ordered. Cheesy beans, p[otatoes and sausage, cook in the oven ones. I’m going to bury the food in the tray with Leicester grated cheese and overcook it later. I may regret this, Hehe!
I remembered that I have to email the pharmacy today, to advise them that I only have three days of medications left. So, as soon as I got the fodder was sorted, I did this email. But not with any degree of confidence at all. With the number of times that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453. Just up the road from the Lidl store. They have left me without medications this year; it must be four times at least. I did this screen-shot to save, in case of any denials about getting the email. My faith in them has not recovered yet!
Here’s hoping they get here in time.
Then I had a check on the Google Calendar for any orders I may have put in with Morrisons.
Nope, nowt there, I’ll do one for next week, better check again to see what I’ve got on medically speaking.
Not an easy task getting an order in for Morrisons today.
I got this message as soon as I tried to access the site.
But, after last weeks disgusting service from Sainsbury’s, crap substitutes, and the damaged cakes and bread etc., I’m not too keen on using them again, my confidence in them is at an all-time low! Grubbledammum!
So, I did get on the Morrison site, add a delivery slot for the 10th November, 13:00 > 14:00hrs was obtained. They had no Frazzles, no Surami sticks and no Marmite cheese! Still, I got Salt & Vinegar crisps, Marmite Crisps, and Squid Vinegar along with much more stuff, like Milk Roll and Bread thins. Of course, that is if they arrive?
I got the oven heating up for the potato, cheese and sausage meal, to be cooked—some Leicester grated cheese in stock to cover it with. Oh, and I’ve ordered some Chilli-Con-Carni cans, as well as some cheap cans of red beans that can be used to top up the chilli. I’m getting into this chilli lark now.
Got the meal in the oven, and had a go at making one more graphic for the TFZers. Then replied to some comments that had come it.
Got the meal out of the oven, the cheese on top was burnt, just enough, to suit me, lovely!
I served it up pm a tray, added the potatoes, tomatoes and a few of the caramelised honeyed shallots. Boy was I enjoying it.
Then, part of the way through eating it, the umpteenth call for a wee-wee arrived, and turned it out when I got there; the Porcelain Throne was also needed. Leaving the meal, was inexorable, cruel, but now I had to cope with the evacuation as well. Grobbleknangles!
On the bright side, though, things went well, it was just the time to clean up afterwards that irked me. The thought of my wonderful meal getting ever colder. Grrr!
However, as you can see, when I got back, I devoured the remainder of the nosh. And, it got a 9/10 taste-rating, despite it being not so warm. Hahaha!
I got the pots, and stuff washed, moved the drying jacket, and got down with a can of Shandy, a bag of Frazzles and some nuts to nibble, as I tried to get to sleep. It said on the can that the shandy was 0.4% volume, so I felt a tad guilty, after so many alcoholicless years of my withdrawal struggle, I could taste the beer, even at this low percentage. I think I’ll be alright, though. Hehe! No chance of getting addicted again, I hope!
The swift envelopment of Sweet Morpheous was unexpected and so very welcome. The landline burst forth flashing away, as I struggled out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickey, none-working recliner, I thought it might be the Warfarin Clinic with the results and new dosages for me. I was happily wrong! Happy because it was Jenny ringing me, I always enjoy that, even when she tells me off about something. Hahaha! We had a natter and laugh, not that everything lodged into my grey-cell-box, and we said our farewells.
Getting back down in the recliner, I needed another wee-wee! Tsk! Again! I pray that I’m not going to start getting woke up in the night for the evacuations? Oh, dear! And Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a bit, so off to the wet room for some painful treatment, and a good wash up.
I got back into the land of nod, with ease, and the dreams flowed, not that I can remember much of them, but I sense they were good ones, happy ones?
I slept through (I think) for a straight (Wee-wee-less) five hours until around midnightish! The dreaming didn’t stop, but I feel they were good ones, I’d love to remember more detail. Anyways, I woke up feeling in a decent mood… Oh, what were they about! Humph!
01:45hrs: I woke, wrestled out of the recliner, and wobbled worryingly-wearily, (I’d had a good four-hours kip?) and without Metal-Mickey, to the wet room.
Where I took a wee-wee of a more determined nature this time. Of the SFSFS (Steady-Flowing-Stream-Failing-Shortly) variety. As is usual with these types, the AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble) was a lengthy one. The only real concern was that the colouring, according to the ‘Check-Card’, had gone a bit darker and was now well within the level 5 – Dehydrated shade scale. Tsk!
I got the kettle on, moved the drying hand-washed clothes. Got the pots washed from last night, and realised I could still taste the Chilli I’d had, but there were signs of complaints from the innards.
I opened the window to take this rather pitiful photo of the morning sky. The wind and rain blew in, and my being naked at the time, it didn’t half make me jump as my overweight, adipose, avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, paunchy, plump, ponderously-portly pot-bellied midriff got cold and wet!
Then made the brew of Glengettie tea, and started doing the Health Checks. Gladly, the ear-thermometer is working still, after Matron Julie told me not to use the pod covers, and offered forth a reading of 35.1°c, a lot better.
The Boot’s BP machine (also working again?) showed the SYS was down to 159, lower than it’s been for a while, but according to the nurse, still too high. Also, the irritating dry coughing is a lot less this morning. Overall, a decent Health Check.
As I was putting things away, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrives, so off to the wet room. A much easier evacuation than yesterday’s were. I took a snap of the foot and leg, the ChilliCon-Carne burn came out in it looking bad, but it wasn’t at all, the only pain was if I touched it? And the colour was a little weird to me. When I have the shower, later on, I bet it fades as the colouring from the chilli is washed away. Hehehe! (Sherlock Holmesian Mode Adopted!
Washed and made up some more small waste bags, to go down to the chute later on when it’s not too early and will disturb folks who may be laying in.
I got o the computer, and downloaded the photographs from yesterday and this morning. I came across this one on the right, not the foggiest idea how I managed to take it? Plainly, it was taken in the kitchen, cause of the flooring and waste bins. But when and why, remains one of the great mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Spectres, Spirits, Spooks, Eidolons, Wairuas, Kehuas and the Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to torment and frighten the bejesus out of me! I just thought I’d mention it.
I got on with updating the Sunday post and got a decent crack-on with it too. The ailments were not too bad at all, and for once I could type without any hassles from SSS or NTs interference. It was like being released from torture, Great!
I got it done and posted off, Emailed the link, caught up of Facebooking and Pinterested a few snaps from the diary. (I had not felt so contented [with my progress] for yonks!)
Then the second-summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Even easier than the first one, obviously still painful, but far less so! Things were going well here, and it worried me, it’s unnatural!
I had a look at the burn mark on the foot, and now it seemed to have already faded greatly? And the right knee’s ICP (Proximal Interphalangeal Cartilage Pain), although just becoming more bothersome as I took the photo, the swelling does not appear to be so bad. It’s all confusing to me!
As I got back in the front room, the light from outside darkened, it seemed someone was using a dimmer-switch on it. Haha! I went out on the balcony and took a couple of photos of the skyline.
I resembled a layered cake but in blue.
By the way, I’m not mentioning the wee-weeing, as I’m coping with the liquid-runs again today. They have been persistent, to say the least. Humph! And, worryingly seem to be getting darker in colour with each one. The infection is coming back, methinks.
I was about to start this blog at long last, and Sister Jane sent an email, with a photographicalisation of ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), lap-top dancer, Warden Deana! Jane had taken it for me, from Friday’s BBC News. She’d recorded it and got me this super screen-shot so that I can put it on the Winwood Heights Facebook page. Bless her, Cotton Socks! I sent an email back thanking her. Super innit! Thanks, Jane, I’m impressed! ♥
I posted it to Facebook. Went on the WordPress Reader.
Back on CorelDraw to try and get at least one more graphic done for tomorrow, and I thought I heard the mobile ringing, but could not find it. By the time I’d gotten out of the chair, it had stopped – then I had realised it was the Front Lobby Intercom ringing, by the time I got to the panel, that stopped.
In the midst of all this, I suddenly felt dizzy, unsteady and a cracking headache started, the mind was befuddled, confused as well. This didn’t bode well at all.
The door chimes rang out, and in walked my precious Vampire Nurse, Hristina. I’d got her down on the calendar as coming tomorrow?
Things got more mixed up, and I lose losing my grip. (This happened a couple of weeks ago for the first time when they changed the medications) I assume all went well because I can’t remember much about the nurse’s visit. Let alone her leaving. I didn’t dream it, and the cotton wool was taped to the vein.
No choice left, I’ll get something to eat, take the meds and get sat down, try to recover a smidge, and maybe even sleep.
I’ll be back in a while, or the morning, see how it goes. Dizzy Dennis is bad now.
Fell asleep, at midnight, I woke and got up. The wee-weeing commenced.
00:45hrs: I woke, feeling somewhat cold and in need of a wee-wee. (There’s a surprise, Hahaha!) I dismounted the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner, with relative ease this morning, too. Grabbed Metal Mickey (The four-pronged walking stick) and over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) for an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee.
Washed, and decided not to do the Health Checks or medication-taking until later. I opted to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and get on with updating the Saturday blog. As I was making the mug of Punjana, I had a visit from an ailment that has been so good to me lately, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and she was persistent, and violent with it this morning. This got the memory-box kicked into gear; I seem to remember her waking me up a few times overnight. I hope it’s not a bad sign.
As I returned to the computer, I managed to hit my right shoulder against the door frame, and my resistentialism came to the fore, as to the frame I swore! Hehehe! I pressed on, and got the updating of the Saturday blog completed, despite Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS trying to interrupt me. Humph! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I sent it off to WordPress. I emailed the link. Pinterested some bits. Then did the Facebook updating. Then visited the WP Reader section. Some brilliant photography in blogs today.
I got the kettle on again, and I had to hobble to the Porcelain Throne, rather swiftly. So painful again, but not messy and all over in a trice.
Took the tea with me, and back onto the computer. Made a start on this blog, and then made up another template for Monday. Had to graphics as well, Tsk! It’s all go here!
I made a late breakfast of sorts. Surami sticks, a bag of salt & vinegar crisps and oven-warmed part-baked brown baguette; sliced it, and generously dolloped some Marmite in it. Matron Jackie would be proud of me trying to have breakfasts. Or not!
Hello, here’s Throne-Trip number two, off to the wet room! That was a little easier, but far from pain-free. Hey-Ho! But the PMAD (Post-Micturition After Dribble) from Little Inchie, took that long to finish, I had a go at the crossword puzzle. Blurblecrups!
I went on the ‘Your Area’ Email, but a distinct lack of Coronavirus figures found? A lot about the new lockdown rules from Mind Prinister, though. Being in the High-Risk Category, as most of the tenants, apart from the younger ones, I imagine, so the rules will basically, make no difference to me.
Almost time to get the Ablutions tended to, now, and this should give me time to get Josie’s meal prepared afterwards.
As I made my way to the wet-room, I noticed the Health Check things lying untouched on the flat clothes airer. I must get them done afterwards.
I got the jammy-bottoms and thin shirt along with a couple of woolly bobble-hats, soaking in the sink bowl.
At last, off to the wet-room. At least the Ablutionalisationing went well for a change. A few minor dropsies, nothing too serious injury-wise. Thew ankle-ulcer wasn’t even itching let alone hurting today.
I think I’ve mastered it now. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that and tempted fate?
Doing the medicating, I dropped the Germoloid tube and went down to retrieve it, getting my wrist caught up with the other things that have been laying down there awaiting rescue from days ago, and the metal leg on the seat raiser. Hey-ho, not to fret!
I got the mixture ready to go in Josies cheesy-buttered spuds.
Then I got dressed and put the two hats on the stand-up airer, with the towel. Then I washed, rung and hung the jammies and shirt, and put them on hangers above the kitchen sink to drip-dry.
Then got Josie’s nosh prepared. I long job, not as easy as it used to be, but at least SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was no bother at that moment.
I did the belated Health Checks, the ear mended by Nurse Jackie ear thermometer was still working, despite my having used it. Hehehe! And a higher reading by a smidge this time, 36.2°c!
The flipping SYS was still too high, mind. I still can’t understand how whenever a nurse take the BP; it’s always ‘Okay’?
Then I concentrated of getting the Sunday Lunch for Madam served up. And this week’s treat was smoked haddock, a smoked haddock fish ball (cake) as well, with the usual trimmings, oh some baby carrots for a change.
This photo on the right is an old one; because when it came to me finding time to upload the pictured I’d taken today, along with another photo of the burnt leg (story to follow later), both had dissolved into the ether from the SD card, again! Grrr!
I duly felivered it… or I should say, delivered it, to Josie’s door, but was for the first time, late getting there, 6 minutes late, at 12:06hrs. Oh, the shame! The smoked haddock fishcake got her dubious, “What’s that’ she asked prodding it. I had to smile as I told her. Bless her; she even said I was early this week, and it’s the very first time I’d been late? But I fully understand and grasp the situation, just about all of us here are memory challenged in our old age, I certainly am! Haha!
I tried to make a Template on CorelDraw, well, I tried, but my concentration had gone two-sheets to the wind suddenly. Not being up to doing a template, I made just one page top graphic on CorelDraw for tomorrows IT (Inchcock Today).
I had to give up. I checked the Emails before going on the comments section, and one had come in from Ohio, no, Utah… or, America from Billumski’s better-half, Lisa. I struggled a bit to read the message and was answering it when…
I smelled something burning, a mild panic gripped me, and I hurried into the kitchen…
Gave me a sharp toe-stubbing in my hurry…
Found that the Chilli as well scorched and congealed in the saucepan…
And Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed on my. I dropped the bloody saucepan!
The contents partially came out, luckily it was solidified with my burning it, so only a small dollop landed on my ankle, but it stuck there like glue!
I kicked off the offending lump of hot chilli, and after the use of some bad language, well, terrible really it was…
I got some kitchen towel, not much liquid, most of it had coagulated, and I hit Cartilage Cathy’s little finger against the edge of the counter, and the pain did start!
To be added to, by Back-Pain-Brenda by the time I’d bent down several times to clean up the mess!
NOT ONE OF MY BETTERER MOMENTS!
I did complete the email reply to Lisa, hope she got a laugh out of it when I told her of my cataclysmic cock-up! Laugh? I had to afterwards, but didn’t at the time!
I think I can save what’s left of the meal in the pan, and make some gravy and add it to it, so it’s at least semi-edible.
I decided to have a check on any comments come in before getting the fodder salvaged.
After much faffing about, guesswork and effort, I got the rescued Chilli-Con-Carne served up.
It lay there, looking at and challenging me to dare try to eat it! For some reason, Quatermass came into my mind. Hahaha!
It was so thick and burnt that there was not a single drop of juice dropped from spoon or fork! When I dipped the first slice of the Irish Soda bread into the mixture, the bread crumbled as it was pushed down into the thick, gooey, resistant, but: Oh, so tasty, regravied Chilli mix. I had to shove the broken bits of bread in the chilli, with the fork to allow it to soak some of the leather-like Bisto in!
Boy, it was one of the tastiest nosh’s I’ve ever had! A Flavour Rating of 9/10 for this one! Although, obviously, there will have to be repercussion from Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Brian’s Bowels, and possibly other areas?
At that time, I wasn’t bothered in the slightest. I’d had a meal to savour, relish and enjoy. And I did! Then got the pots to soak in the sink, with the sad-looking layered in gravy and chilli, saucepan.
After which, I got down in the c1968 recliner, feet up on the chair, got up for a wee-wee, back in the chair, and it didn’t take long for me join Sweet Morpheus, with a happily contented, rumbling stomach to accompany me, off into the land of nod. Ahhh!
00:00hrs: There was no clinomania when I stirred into imitation life at midnight.
For semi-refreshed after four hours + of Sweet Morpheus, I was raring to go; but first I had to go for a wee-wee. So, off to the wet-room.
At this point, I’d like to explain that the wee-weeing got really out of hand today. So if you imagine I’d been nipping off for a leak every half-hour or so, you’ll be pretty accurate. Gotten Himmel!So to save time writing, let’s agree to accept this estimate, please. Thank you. Pickleglobknobs, it nearly drove me around the bend!
I had a good wash and did a bit of medicationalisationing (Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been leaking a little). Then had a go at the Health Checks. I got the equipment out and used both of the thermometers to see what the difference would be this morning.
As anticipated, the Amazon forehead one was lower again. The one that Matron Jackie mended and showed me how to use it properly is the one I trust. At 35.6°c, I was well pleased with it. The Boots BP sphygmomanometer gave another high reading for the SYS. Why? I’ve had the BP taken this week three times on different days, by nurses, and every time it shows up as around 144? Even when Matron Jackie did it in the flat, she got only 145! Gerumph!
Took the medications, guzzled lots of the pathetically-inefficient, weak, substandard, ineffective, not-up-top-the job, Peptac. I rubbed in some Phorpain gel on my hands, ankles (although reaching the ankles is getting a more challenging job lately, Tsk) and knees.
I checked the done-wrung and hung washing from yesterday, and moved both of the zip-up jumpers over the kitchen heater on the curtain rail, to dry betterer. I checked first that there was no chance of any drips to fall on the electrics, so it’s safe.
Then I set about computerisationing. But this blast of concentrating was a marathon session, three hours or more. I was starting with the photographs from yesterday getting sorted. I’d got a headache by the time the pictures were all sorted, and got in the WordPress gallery.
I went to make a brew of Glengettie to freshen myself up, and then had a bag of Frazzles with it. (By gum, I live the life of Riley!) Utter luxury!
Well, maybe not!
The first summing to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and what a painful experience it was! Admittedly it was over quicker than of late, but this level of discomfort caused me to regret not taken extra last night to make up those capsules I’d missed through being out and about for so long. Grunglebogknickers!
Back on the computer, and guess what? Yes! Mr $19m a year plus expenses earner, boss of Liberty-Global who owns Virgin Internet Media, must be laughing and cackling when he finds out! How does he keep his job? Mind you; I bet it’s what he knows of others failings and weaknesses, and the Mafia, who keep the incapable sod going in a job.
Just a couple of thoughts, I’ve got nothing against the crud-nut whatsoever… apart from jealousy! Hehehe!
I checked the email when Fries farce of an internet service came back on. Just as a phone came in, it was Sister Jane and Pete, telling me they had taken some photographs of Deana from the BBC1 news, and sen them via email. Bless ’em!
I went to make a brew of Extra Strone Black Assam tea, notices that the rain was pelting down and the wind was getting so strong now. The sun came out later. I had to look to see if a rainbow had appeared, but could not see any.
Plus maybe, an: I found time to upload the photographs from the email Pete had sent. Six in total. I sent them directly to CorelPhotopaint – Whatta-mistaka-To-Maker! Panic set in, when first, CorelDraw froze and would do nothing at all, the Computer sent me messages I didn’t understand, then the dreaded blue screen came up! I lost everything I was doing and had not saved, plus wasn’t sure I could retrieve the situation!
Everything was turned of, a few minutes later, I switched it all back on, and with Duodenal Donald starting to kick-off, through the worry and panic I imagine. Very slowly, CorelDraw started to let me do things, move things, something in the background was working, what I knew not; I was just glad it was!
The one photo I’d managed to download on Photopaint was examined. I found that the actual size of the photo’s width was 84 inches! The file size when I was in Gigabytes! No wonder the computer was struggling. I’ll have a look at the news site later, to see if I can get some photos there. I was so glad the computer was still working, slow yet mind, but operational. Phew! I rang Pete. I’d got a question to ask him anyway. Glad to report that he was feeling a little better in himself today, and Jane was coping with her one eye is better than none approach to her problems. We are a sickly bunch! Hahaha!
I pressed on and got the blog sent off eventually, but it was after six hours more work on it this morning, nearly afternoon already now!
Gawd, I’m such a lucky bugger!.
I then had a look at the Your Area (postcode) E-newsletter, to get updates on the Coronavirus and hopefully find some photos of Winwood Heights.No luck with Winwood pictures. Ther only things I could find about Nottingham Coronavirus figure on the right here.
I went to check on the meal, well, mushrooms and potatoes cooking.
The mushrooms have a lot of balsamic vinegar in the water, nothing else, but last time I tried this, they were very bland.
The weather had snapped back to the sun shining! The wind remains high and noisy, mind you.
I went onto Facebooking catch-up. It took me ages and ages, and a long time, too!
So tired now, well gone my usual head-down time, but the fodder needs preparing, so off to the kitchen I poddled to do so.
Flavour rating: 6.2/10. Not one of my best efforts, but I was feeling drained, strained, featherbrained and mentally restrained.
Waited for the new Coronavirus lock-down rules from the Rhyme Minister, but I fell asleep.
01:00hrs: Got up, wee-wee, wash, cuppa tea, Throne (Messy, but quick and mot so painful)
Thought: Appointments today: City Cardiac, then CDH Checks, then Flu-Jab. Must get the computing done as early as possible.
Got the Health Checks done. Bottled the urine samples ready for the hospital and doctors.
Computerised, template created, photos downloaded and prepped for publication.
Got the Thursday blogs finished and posted off.
Pinterested, Emai link sent, Facebooking updated.
WP and Facebook Comments read and answered.
WordPress reader section visited.
SisterJane rang. Pete was feeling a little better, thank heavens. Anf, Jane’s eye still had no vision. We are a set!
She’d seen my Warden Deana on the BBC 1 News and told me to put it on, so I could take some photos of it. It will come on again. We had a natter and laugh, and that was great!
But with the Doctors, Hospital things to sort out, and trying to get some blogging done, I couldn’t really concentrate.
No time to do owt on this blog at all. And needed to get the ablutions done, then get the things needed to take with me sorted out.
Got the first sample, and it was coloured like level 5-6. Which was much better now, got it in the three-wheeler walker guide bag, so as not to forget it!
The ablutions were done next. The mind was confused with so much detail to go through. The Ablutionalisationing is almost a blur, so much did I rush, and with my mind on so many things at the same time.
Jane rang back, and they will try to get some photos if Deana comes back on the BBC, for me. Bless em! That was good of them. I hope she can get some.
I found a letter on the floor near the door, only Sainsbury offering money off vouchers, but only if I spend £60! Oh, Goodie! Makes a change from crushed cakes and lousy silly substitutes, I suppose.
I got some breakfast. Marmite bread thins, potatoes from last night, and Frazzles with a mug of Glengettie tea! And most enjoyable it was too! As my Dad used to say: “It went down a reet treat, that did!”
I got some hand washing done, wrung and hung. Only one Zip-up jacket, and left it drip-dry at its leisure, on a coathanger above the kitchen sink.
I tried to get my head together and make sure I’d got everything needed for the medicalisational visits. Then the bus-pass, keys, cash, etcetera.
I didn’t feel too confident, and had a nagging feeling that I’d forgotten something or other! Which I suppose would not be anything new. Hehe!
I got the trolley, with the nibble-treats for the Hospital and Surgery staff, and set out, feeling apprehensive, and not knowing why I felt that way.
I turned and figuratively, waved farewell to the flats at the end of the road.
The hobble down Winchester Street was a hard, nervous-making experience. I’d forgot about the brakes being useless on the three-wheeler, and had to take my time and extra care not to topple it over. I stayed on the right-hand side pavement going down, to avoid having to walk in the road again to get by, for I had spotted a lorry in the distance parked on the pavement, Swine!
Not that the men had any alternative, really than to park there, they were in a sort of, mission impossible situation.
I walked up the Mansfield Road hill and stopped to check on the timing.
I was in plenty of time to get to the first appointment without any rushing. I had an hour before I needed to be there, so took my time and tried to take in the scenery, even though it was a bit bleak at times.
Near the hospital, on the ring road, a Pavement Motorist was spotted, for a change.
I crossed over at the Pelican lights and was soon entering the DVT Antigoagulation Unit. Where I registered and was taken straight into the treatment room.
(Well, they probably considered me an important, powerful, dynamic, wealthy patient, who was due the best care and not to be kept waiting… A Smug-Mode of ginormous proportions came over me) Hehehe!
I was soon on and attached to the machine, and within minutes, while the Q&A session was done, I was on my way out again! No obvious problems they said, an analysed result report will be sent to me. I thanked them and handed over some plonk in thanks.
I caught the bus, intending to stay on it into Carrington, and the Doctor’s surgery. Good planning, or what? On the way out, I walked to the Stroke Ward I was in, to leave them some nibbles and treats in thanks.
But, they were that busy. I decided it was best not to intrude. called to. From what I saw, they had just had a new patient come in.
: The bus arrived within minutes of my getting to the bus stop (It’s going too well, I thought – Little knowing what lie ahead!) I got on the bus and decided to have a ferret around in the bag, to check that I’d got everything needed for the surgery visit. Concentrating on this, as the bus neared the stop I’d usually get off at in Sherwood, I panicked thinking I would miss the stop, rang the bell, and the driver waited patiently for me to struggle and get off? Bless him!
When got on the pavement is when it dawned on me… I’d got off at the wrong stop! ‘Whatta a Plonka!’ Oy, oy, oy! I decided, as there was still bags of time available for me, I’d walk into Carrington, maybe even go in Lidl to see what they had on offer. It was very leisurely, and I was not too annoyed with myself – I’ve come to almost expect such calamities nowadays. Tsk!
I set of at a steady-hobble, no need to overdo it, still bags of time to get there punctually. Sherwood looked so barren this morning, with more retailers than ever closed down again, it’s so sad. All those people with their dreams shattered! Humph!
I’d not gone far, and Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, I smelt his B.O. as he passed me by. It’s not as if there was a lot of traffic for him to be scared off, on the Mansfield Road. I noticed he had the bike in the lowest gear, his legs were going like the clappers, but he was not getting anywhere fast. (A Sherlock Holmisianism moment, there) Hehehe!
I crossed over to the other side at the Pelican lights, over the hill and down int Carrington towards the church. It was still looking glum.
A bit further down the hill, and another Pavement Cyclist appeared. This one was more determined to ignore or injure any pedestrians than the previous one, and really did come close to hitting me, and the ladies further on. Git!
There was still time to spare, so I visited the Lidl store. Got some bits, and paid on the self-serve tills, no idea what I was doing wrong, but an assistant came to me on each of five times I did something wrong, and muttered something to me, and put it right. I didn’t realise I’d bought so much stuff, and had to stop on my way out, and rearrange things in the trolley, and make up another bag to hang on the handlebars. This took me a while to do, and I realised
I had to get a nip on to get to the surgery in time for the appointment, so I did!
I hastened to the surgery; thus, I was in a bit of a state when I arrived. They have now got an intercom system for us to use, which is not good when because of the mask-wearing, I can’t use the hearing aids when out and about. I’ve no idea what the lady was saying, but she let me in eventually. She thought I looked poorly and told me to take a seat, one of the only two seats now, in the waiting room. It was the late rushing to get there that had caused my laboured breathing.
I was soon being called into the treatment room by the new surgery nurse. A most pleasant blood pressure, temperature, pulse, weighing, measuring, recording, and questions and answer session took place. During which, Doctor Vindla came in and gave me my Flue-Jab. Lovely to see them all again. I was leaving and Nurse… (Oh, dear, the phlebotomy nurse, I’ve not seen her for that long, I’m, ashamed to say I’ve forgotten her name. lovely lady too! Caroline was it? I bet Tim Price will remember for me?), came to chat for a few seconds. I handed the giant bottle of Perry for them all to share at Christmas, and sadly, I had to leave, by the front door now, as part of the Anti-Corona rules. Ah, Gorrit, I think, it was Nurse Nichole! ♥
I was weary but happy enough as I wobbled along Mansfield Road with the trolley, up and over the hill. (Travailing with the well-filled heavy trolley, which will be fun getting onto and off of the bus when I get to Sherwood, Tsk!)
As I was getting to Spondon Street, another ignorant, nasty, anti-social, objectional, offensive, law-breaking, seditious, thoughtless, inconsiderate, mannerless, yob, scumbag of a Pavement Cyclist belted by me, making my jump, he was so close! Grrr!
But it didn’t bother me.
But, as I went up the hill to the bus stop, another ignorant, nasty, anti-social, objectional, offensive, law-breaking, seditious, thoughtless, inconsiderate, mannerless, yob, scumbag of a loutish young Pavement Cyclist, was doing wheelies on the wide pavement?!?! I had to go around him to get into the Wilko store for my bleach! Grobleknackerbangles!
I paid and heaved my body and trolley up to the bus stop. The distant skies did not bode well at all. Incidentally, while I was waiting for the bus, three cars went through the traffic lights on red. Tsk! I suppose they know that those traffic-light cameras do not have any film in them?
I took a photo to the left, down the hill before the number 40 bus arrived. The driver getting a smidge annoyed as I struggled to get on the bus, and then to get sat down where I could hold onto the trolley. But it couldn’t be helped. Sorry, driver!
I was son back up Winchester Street and alighting the bus. Two residents to get off, I went first, and I’d like to mention that I did so without any Accifauxpas, injury or damage! And, I assisted the chap from my block behind me, to alight the bus with his trolley. Mega-Smug-Mode-Adopted!
We walked to the end of the road and got inside the Woodthorpe lobby and to the lifts. I got in and invited the chap to join me, which he appreciated, he looked as done-in as I felt, bless him. He had to get out, to let me out of the lift, I didn’t realise he loved on the 4th floor. Still, we managed a laugh about it. I fumbled about getting the trolley in, with its extra weight and bags, and into the corner.
I soon realised that my original plans to get the updating done of this diary were not going to happen. I was jiggered, exhausted in body and mind! My new plan; was to get something to eat, wash, and head-down, even though it was still early, even for me to seek sleep.
As I got into the kitchen with the purchases from Lidl and Wilko, I spotted what looked like a fire in the far distance.
I got the camera from my jacket pocket and took this picture. Then got the bags opened and sorted the things needed for the meal I’d planned on the bus, earlier. The Potato Rosti was a must-have, even though I left some new pots cooking in the crock-pot. I could taste it before I’d got it in the oven. Took some grapes, an apple, tomatoes and washed them, for slipping on the plate.
I made the feast up and got it served n the tray. But made far too much for me, in my tired state of health; however, the potato rostis, grapes, some of the tomatoes and potatoes were eaten. A Taste-Rating of 7/10 given, it was just me being so tired.
I was happily amidst feasting, and the door-chimes rang out. I put the food tray on the chair, and fought my way 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 off to investigate who my caller was.
Aha! My visitor had been my patron saint Jenny, from the 8th floor. Who had kindly left me some yellow tomatoes, a big bag too! She does look after me! ♥
Then I got settled back in the c1968 recliner, it was nippy in here tonight, so I used a heavier quilt. Put theTV on, but I didn’t need the TV, or anything of a somnifacient nature, for the Sweet Morpheus, enwrapped herself around my body and brain within a few minutes – and it was good! I believe I was dreaming of being asleep in my sleep?
I put the tom’s in the fridge, and got my ponderously pot-bellied, portly-paunch placed back onto the recliner; grabbed the tray of food, got my legs up on the chair, and was just about to restart noshing it, and the Landline burst forth and flashed!
So, I put the food tray on the chair, and fought my way 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, got the stick, and off to answer the phone.
It was my Alma Mater, Jenny. She told me of how she managed to get some yellow tomatoes for me again, and we had a chinwag with laughs for a while. I was a smidge out-out-it and didn’t write down what else was talked about, so I must find out if anything was arranged or agreed upon tomorrow. We bade each other a fond-farewells, and I think (hope) I thanked her again for the tomatoes ♥.
I returned to the rickety recliner, to have another go at eating the meal. But couldn’t each much more, and was back to wide-awake mode. However, what I did eat was more than enough for what I needed, so is a blessing in disguise, and stopped me gobbling too much. Hahaha!
I washed the pots and took a snap of the threatening skies.
Took the evening medications, cause I forgot earlier with flailing so early.
I realised that my being out and about so long, I’d missed taking two of the Dioctyl® stool softeners. Uncertain whether to take three now or just the one, I veered on the safe side, and just took the one. (A choice that I much-regretted in the mornings’ Porcelain Throne session – Rock-solid again, Argh!)
00:00hrs: I woke-up wanting a wee-wee, and wheedled my way out of the c1968 recliner. Caught my balance, and grabbed Metal-Micky, and wondered wobbly off to the wee-wee room. Not that much came out, but at least the bladder is more willing to try this morning. Hehe!
Still, variety is the spice of life. Which nit-wit first said that?
Cleaned up, and wandered off to the kitchen, to get the Health Checks done. The thermometer gave a reading of only 32.4°c? That’s flaming low?What’s going of here?
Then the Boots BP sphygmomanometerisationing showed the SYS to be the opposite, really high again?
Confusion reigns! Which is another way of saying, everything is normal then!
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and set about creating a template for, and then creating a blog about yesterday’s Escape to town, pictorially and in rhyme, of sorts. It took me many hours, but I was reasonably pleased with the result. Emailed the link, and posted off the blog.
I made a start on updating yesterday’s IT (Inchcock Today) and stuck at it with resolve and determination. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters mainly caused this, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) had both died down at the same time and were being very cooperative with me. Oh, Yes!
I got it finished, emailed the link, posted it off top WordPress, Pinterested the photos, did some Facebooking updating, and then got the new Warfarin dosages and checked them. Then I took the Dioctyl® stool softener capsule.
Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader section. Missed it yesterday with the escape to town farce. Lots of good posts today.
I did an Iceland order in response to their Email Priority reminder. I made the order for next Tuesday, 3rd November 2020, between 08:00 hrs > 10:00 hrs. I’ve only just spent enough to get free delivery, so I hope that they are not out of stock on anything that will bring the total too low.
I used to think that Iceland was not very good at packing food, but Sainsbury’s have taken the lead now, as the most discourteous, food damaging, lousy substitute-pickers, and running out of stock, stores now! Mind you, Tesco did me bad one day, sent a wall clock with the food, and it was broken when it arrived – I didn’t get a reply or refund from them, so no trade from me since! Although to be honest, Asda has sent me some silly stuff as substitutes, in the past. I’m running out of stores to ban! Hehehe!
I got some waste bags made up, and took them in the three-wheeler-walking guide to the waste-chute room.
Unfortunately, I trapped my right hand on the microscopically small metal opening, just after taking this photograph Humph!
On my way back to the flat across the lift lobby, with throbbing knuckles (Haha!), I saw how splendidly welcoming, and originally colourful and gay the new decor looked in the dim lighting.
Still determined, I got on with the template and made a start on this blog. Dusty’s tune rang froth from the door alarms, and before I could get up, Matron Jackie was in the room with me. So nice to see her!
She said she was in the block to see someone else and she’s decided to call in to see how I was going on with the bladder and bowel problems. I explained about the wee-wee colourings, but at last, they were getting lighter again, and the porcelain Throne visits are soggier. Hehehe! The gave me her units number in case I need any help in future.
Gave me a temperature check, during which I showed her the results from the new forehead thermometer, and the reading she’d taken, was 2°c higher. So she tried it with the Amazon one, and it was way lower. Told me not to use it, as it was well out of sync.
Then, Jackie got my ear thermometer out and had a look at it, and told me not to use it with the cones on it, I tried, and it worked this way! I’ll use this again in future.
Then she had a look at the furuncle on my rear quarters. (I was a little Red-faced at this. Haha!) It is not a boil, but she wasn’t sure what it was, but she cared enough to tell me to keep an eye on it and call her if it doesn’t clear up in a week. We laughed my keeping an eye on it, Hahaha!
She even took away the used Enoxaparin needle box for me! What a gal!
I felt really cared about and for, with he helpful attitude, and was cheered up so much! After she had gone, I began to sink again, but it was so good having her call unexpectedly! Thanks, Matron Jackie, ♥
I took this photo of the City Hospital earlier, and phoned Pete to see how he was going, he’s just finished his radiation sessions but is now suffering from bad sickness. A horrible time he’s going through, naturally worried, but coping with it well, I think.
I’ve got the Doctor to visit in the morning, CDH checks, I must remember to take a sample with me.
Got te meal ready, not one of my best efforts by along chalk. Flavour-Rating only 5/10.
I think I got the ‘blues’ a little; this always happens after a cheering-up visit from the Matron or nurse, and the realisation that I am all alone again.
Did the pots, got a wash and the TV on. Sweet Morpheous was reluctant to enfold me tonight, and the flaming Thought-Storms started. Hey-ho!
TFZers ♫ Singing in the Rain ♫ Anglo-American Production
Wednesday 28th October 2020
Spanish: Miércoles 28 de Octubre de 2020
00:15hrs: I came back to semi-life, having only gotten to sleep an hour or so before, (Blungletadskis and Argh!) The need for a wee-wee developed as I was excruciatingly painfully removing my elephantine-like stomached body from the recliner. The reason for the discomfort being the returning furuncle in the posterior region. Undaunted, (but almost in tears), I proceeded to haul myself up onto my spindly legs and catch my balance, and wobbled off to the wet room, hopefully for a wee-wee, but you never know these days. Tsk!
I say wee-wee, it was another of the barely-perceptible 20-second mini-sprinkles, but with a high degree of AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble). But I’m used to this, so patiently waited, checking that things had really stopped, now and then, until it did.
I washed-up, and was coming out of the room as a sudden, urgent need for the Porcelain-Throne arrived! And a good job it did, had I got any further I would not have made it in time! Got down, the action, totally under the control of the innards started, and by the time I’d realised how painful it was, it had all finished! Talk about messy, again. Still, a bit of variety this morning, the khaki colour of the last few visits, had turned to a yellowish-deep-brown and consisted of the squashed meatball type. Only a small amount of bleeding, presumably from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. But it had made Furuncle-Fred annoyed and more inflamed, on its way out. He’ll need some attention after the ablutions.
Off to the kitchenette. Taking a picture from the light and view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, rain-letting-in, and designed by an old-age pensioner-hating, gerontophobic, scared of old age designer, windows. Not too bad an effort. Moody?
I got the kettle on, and then tackled the Health Checks. The SYS level came out high again at 161, the DIA and Pulse seemed okay to me. The new digital, no-touch, forehead thermometer was used, as the other two were not working again. Why does this happen? I suppose it’s all down to the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock’?
Anyway, the temperature was fine, at a healthier than of late, 34.1°c.
I made the brew of Glengettie tea and took the medications.
Then I got Computer Cameron on the go, and nipped back to the kitchen, to take a Dioctyl® capsule, that I’d forgotten earlier.
I had a little chinwag with my TFZer donated flatmates, Koala Katie, and Teddy Teresa for a while (Don’t laugh!).
Then started working on the computer. Photograph-sorting first. Replied to an Email from Jenny, then started to update the Tuesday blog, which took me hours of graft, too much concentration, a ton of mistakes, and forever being corrected, for hours and hours! The hands were not too steady this morning.
I went to make a mash of Glengettie tea, and I saw the moon was out. And what a right picklement I made of the photographicalisationing, thank mostly to Nicodemus’s flipping neurotransmitters playing up at the wrong time again. I got one right! Phwert!
Finished off the post, and sent it to WordPress. Pinterested some photos, and emailed the link off. Went on Facebook, and replied to some comments, got the picture albums updated. Replied to some views on WordPress. Then went to make another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time.
Ablutions the next job. A pretty good session all bar the showering, many dropsies and a few bangs and knocks against the grab rail.
Iceland delivery. Put the goods away; I didn’t anticipate getting the Milk Roll bread at all, because they have not had any in for months of ordering it; so I ordered some rolls as well. They caught me out with sending the lot today! Serves me right for trying to be clever!
I took the rolls down to Jenny’s door, that gal will make sure things are made use of properly. Bless her.
I returned to the apartment, after another job and a half getting the lift back up. And I got things ready for ‘Escape ‘Isolation to Town – No.6’ trip.
I checked to see I’d got everything needed: Card, bus-pass, keys and fob, money, list etc. and soon set out off on my escape to town! Here are a few photos taken on the visit to Nottingham City Centre, all of them are in Escape blog.
I set out, full of vim, energy, vitality and in fine-form health and mentally… Well, maybe not, then! Anyway, I took a picture of each of the Courts at Winwood Heights, along Chestnut Walk. Woodthorpe, Winwood and Winchester.
I called in Winwood Court, to see ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens, Reichsführer and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, and Sturmscharführer Pole-dancer, Julie, in their holding and interrogation office, for a little quick natter.
Not as cosy as the old rooms in the Portacabin, but then with all the new residents they have to confine and control, they need the room to store the handcuffs, pepper-spray and barbed-wire-edged facemasks. Hehehe!
Then caught the bus into town, the L9. A most uncomfortable ride, it was. Having to constantly keep my feet under the trolley-guide, to stop it spinning and running all over the place. By the time I’d got into town, Arthur Itis, and Colin Cramps were both giving me some stick! Hey-ho! The rest of the trip out tale is in the Poetic blog at the link above.
The ride back home, again on an L9 bus, was even more painful than the one going to town! The obvious stock-car-racing driver ensured I was in agony at times, during the trip. The company that runs the L9s have blocked off all of the side-saddle seats, so it’s challenging keeping the trolleys steady now. Colin Cramps was particularly annoyed with me.
I limped along, somewhat wearily now, (Poor old sausage!) and hobbled wobbly passed Winwood Court to Woodthorpe at the end of the road.
I got into the exquisitely stylish, graceful, ornamentally decorated, attractive entrance foyer, with the wedged-open fire doors, and took a little rest, as the breathing was not coming too easily now, All okay after few minutes though.
Then into the lift lobby. I took a snap of my youthful, attractive, masculine, muscle-toned features that drive women so wild, as the doors opened to the lift cage. (Alright! I was only dreaming. Hehe!)
I unloaded the three-wheeler, the nibbles and treats first. They (Poundland) had some mint flavoured Skinny Bars that I got, and they can be used as treats. The Toffifee’s are mine, all mine! Hahaha! Biscuits for treats as well.
The non-food purchases, which I was so pleased to find. Particularly the Lavender & Orange oil Dettol, which I had to pay a small fortune for, to get any, from Amazon. Great saving at £2 a bottle. Then the 30l waste bags, I took a gamble and got three rolls. I hope they are not too thin.
The highlight of my buys was finding some Frazzles, and I’d bought three bags of eight, so these will last me a long time. Sainsbury’s and Iceland have not had any in for ages. They are rather a weakness of mine; I can’t help it, I love ’em!
I got the chilli mix going, added some gravy to it, onions and forgot about the tomatoes, Tsk! But, I was tickled-pink in having the milk roll to soak up the generous amount of gravy I’d made. I’m getting into this Chill-Con-Carne, now. Even the canned ones are okay.
I imbibed the medications, washed, and the chilli was ready for serving up. The potatoes I put in it were not so nice, but everything else was spot on. The milk roll bread was perfect! (I’m repeating myself now, Tsk!) Overall Taste Rating was 7/10. Those potatoes let things down.
I got the camera on charging.
The heavens kept opening up and closing down; a lot of rain had been avoided at least. If I’d hot soaked while out as well as the pain, it would have been a nightmare. So, a bit of luck there for the grumpy old Nottinghamian pensioner!
Worrying, innit, him having good luck? Unnatural!
Too tired to even think about doing anything on the diary, I got stripped, jammie-bottom on, and down in the recliner really early, and got the TV on, and headphones over the head. I can’t remember what I watched, but I did find some Sweet Morpheus earlier than usual. I reckon that, although I woke up at midnight, I’d had a good five hours of sleep… Bootiful!
