Friday 17th July 2020
Latvian: Piektdien, 2020 Gada 17 Jūlijs
07:00hrs: I woke again, in the depths of the uncomfortable, c1968, second-hand, none-working rickety recliner. Although, I woke several times before during the night and just drifted off again when I realised just how tired I still felt.
As the faint memories of yesterday’s blanks and Dizzy Dennis’s attacks came forth in my mind, I appreciated the fact that at least, ‘I Had Woken up’ a bit more than usual. Hehe!
Blanks still lingered on in the grey-cells, of Thursday’s thunderation’s and functionlessness of thoughts. Odd incidents I could recall clearly, but why? No idea! I lay there a while, pondering and trying to recollect the frustrating events of the vigil. I think, although I was awake for much of it, I’d had a good six hours of Sweet Morpheus.
Then the regular ‘Waking-up events’ started. I had to escape the recliner with some haste, to get to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) in time. I fumbled my way out of the none-working, cringingly beige-coloured chair, caught my balance, and gently took a few steps to the receptacle, and released an LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon), that needed some patience from me, as the Diabetes Insipidus (Post Micturition Dribble) went on for ages! Followed by the requirement for a visit to the Porcelain Throne!
So, I took the bucket with me for cleaning and sanitising, and hobbled to the wet room. Both sides of the pin-cushion stomach were still artistic looking. (Tate Gallery, you’d better hurry if you want to display these!)
The evacuation was the easiest one for ages. Bit of bleeding, but not pongy or messy, and easy to clean and sanitise after completion. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I should have known not to get anything like contented or smug! I walked into the door frame, leaving the wet room. Ashamedly, I swore out loudish and released an irresistible blood-letting muffled howl. Grobbledamitt!
How come I keep doing this, and always on the right side? A kasheh, that was! Tsk! Obviously, my ailments, Peripheral Neuropathy, Dizzy Dennis, Nicodemus’ dying neurotransmitters and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and maybe Diabetic Doris, have to accept some guilt, along with the Ischaemic stroke?
A little massaging of the elbow, and I calmed down again.
Then as I got in the door to the kitchenette, I took this photo of the late morning view! This is the latest I have got up in years!
I got the kettle on, and tool th
is picture, blind of course, of Chestnut Way, below. I caught the shadow of the block of flats as the sun came up[ from behind. Despite the new light & view-blocking, rain-letting-in, new windows, that prevents one from photographicalisationing below, and see what you are taking a shot of, due to the bonkers wide sticking out new ledge.
I think they were designed by a member of the PHI (Photographer Hating International). Possibly the SSG (Senicide-Supporters-Group)? That’s possibly why they have built the windows so old, disabled men can’t see if the fire brigade or police are on site, without using the step ladder to reach out to take the photo or even see down. Thus a tumble off of the rungs, stubbing of toes, chin scraping, and or elbow bashing occurs. Still, if it makes them happy! Cracklepackers! Lost the plot there, sorry.
Got the Health Checks sorted out. The BP SYS was better today, though. Pulse was a smidge high? The thermometer gave a reading of 82°f. Low, methinks.
I made the mug of Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam. And got on the computer. Well, I didn’t stand on it, like, just turned it on. Hahaha!
After getting advice from my Cyber-Buddy, Tim Price, I decided to get a Kodak AZ651 Bridge camera from Amazon.
I also ordered a bag for it, and some nail clippers (not for the toes, that would be impossible for me to do). The bag looks like it is a multi-fit one, I’ve used these before, not very well-fitting. Not that I can use it then anyway, it’s arriving with the toenail cutters on Saturday 18th. The 
camera will not be coming until between the 24th and 28th of July. Ah, we’ll!
At least the camera looks a little chunkier. This doesn’t mean I will not drop it or knock it over, of course, but it should help a bit. Getting used to the new operating system may bug me.
I then remembered to get the mushrooms in the crockpot. I added some fish vinegar and light Soy sauce. Not that it makes much difference to the fungi. I put it on auto, so it should bring it to the boil then go on a low setting.
When I could not sleep at all last night, I did the post up after midnight, so don’t have that to worry about doing this morning.
I set about doing this blog so far, first. But, I’m afraid it was a wee-wee interrupted and riddled session! The look-up time I spent on Googling, led me to believe that the problem I have is possibly Functional Incontinence, which is when due to other ailments and disabilities, I just cannot get to the WC or receptacle in time. Also, it may be that the newly acquired Diabetes insipidus – Post-Micturition Dribble (PMD) – after-dribble. Either way, I’m leaking when I shouldn’t, having trouble stopping it, and keep stubbing my toes in a rush to get there on time! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Sorry! But eleven wee-wees in two hours is a bit much! Not that much escaped. That’s another possible reason I’ve just thought of. When they lasered my cancer from the bladder, it left me with a smaller holding pouch. Hehe!
This reminded me, I’m sure I had an appointment for tests in the City Hospital’s Urodynamic Laboratory, that was until the Coronovavirus arrived, and it was cancelled? As soon as I’m allowed, I must get out to see the Doctor… dentist, paediatrician, (No that’s not right) Podiatrist, to get my toenails cut, opticians… I’m straying off all over the place this morning. Sorry, again.
I then made up a template for the upcoming two days worth of blogs, on CorelDraw and WordPress. This simple-sounding fact took me over three hours! Mainly due to my ailment that’s known as Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley!
Thought about what to have with the mushrooms, and decided on some battered fish and garden peas.I’m feeling such a lot better than yesterday.
I got some graphics done on CorelDraw.
Well, can you believe it!
Turned off, got the nosh sorted, a fair-sized plateful. I couldn’t eat it all. (Eyes bigger than the belly?) But I enjoyed what I did consume. The fish in batter was tasty, the mushrooms from Iceland I’m going to stop having, the potato slices needed ten-minute of picking out the black-spotted ones before cooking. Overall Taste-Rating; 7/10.
I did the washing up, then got the evening medications taken, but I forgot about the Phorpain gelling for the knees (A mistake that, as I found out when I woke up all stiff and struggling to move, Haha!)
The amazingly persistent Thought-Storms began as soon as I settled into the c1968 recliner, in hopes of Sweet Morpheus. No logic, or reasoning to them this time, fears, concerns, depressions, jealousies, and guilt, with unwanted emotional manipulations! Meant another late night before I nodded off.
Horribleisationalistical Hogwash! Hey-Ho!
03:40hrs: I woke with bits of a dream lingering, and wrote down some scribbled reminders to use here: In the dreaming, I was no longer the wiseacre, but a sage, a patriarchal doyenne, a lector: I was up high on a stage, with thousands of people around that wanted to ask me for advice, guidance… I arrive late; the trolley bus broke down… there were guards or bodyguards, each wearing Robin Hood outfits? 
It was a quick but painful, messy, smelly, sticky evacuation. Cleaning up and medicationing after the event, took me ages and was not a comfortable experience. 
Stubbing my tender uncut toenails against the seat raisers metal legs, was not a good idea either. Argh! Gragglespitgurgle! 
Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette. Did the Health Checks. The hemadynamometer indicated that the BP SYS was still going back up higher. Cragknackles! Took the medications, and then I made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjabi tea.
e sky looked beautiful again, the clouds seemed to be thickening. 
I managed to take a shot out of the unwanted, unliked, rain letting in, photographer and old people-hating designed new kitchen windows, of Chestnut Walk. Not many folks around yet.
The showering had a few annoyances, I’m afraid. The showerhead had a life of its own, and this resulted in about five dropsies! How the heck it hasn’t been broken yet, is beyond me! 
I departed and got some clothes on, well, someone just might call on me. Haha!
I got the other white towel out, got it on the stand-up airer, warming ready to be used tonight. 
As I made a mug of Glengettie tea, the clouds seemed to be getting thicker, but no rain. 
I made a mug of Thompsons Punjabi tea. The evening medications were taken, better late than never! 
3:30hrs: Woke ready for a wee-wee, wriggled out of the recliner, wobbled to the wet-room, and yet again, and needing the Porcelain Throne just as I got inside the room! It’s been like this for several mornings, I think. 
Could this turn out to be a better day for me? I had a decent day on Saturday, August 28th, 1959, as far as I can recall. Hehehe! 
made a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea, and took the blood pressure on the machine.
Creeping up a bit, the SYS again. My body temperature was showing as just ‘Low’. 
I got the tablets out, and shock of shocks! The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, had kept up there letting me down routine again. They had started to put the Furesomide in the pots. This after the nurse phoned them and explained my problem with this. As when they do, I have three tablets that all look alike, and get confused. The Furesomide are on an as-needed dosage. The Beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate) and Codeine 60g all look the same to me. They said they would leave the Furesomide out of the pots and send a packet. Which, after two months they got around to doing, now they have gone back to causing me more worry, by bunging them all together with the other tablets! They really must hate me! 
I stuck at it, like the hero, and good-little-lad I am, and about three hours later, I’d got it finished and posted off to WordPress. 
The very gentle teeth cleaning was not too bad on Toothache Thomas this time. 
Got on the computer, and a half-hour later, the intercom burst into life. It was my Iceland delivery arriving. The young man put the bags through the door for me as I stood back away, social distancing, you know! 
And fell over the bloody three-wheeler trolley! I had to stop the man from kindly coming in to get me back up. Best to keep a distance. I told him he could catch anything from me, let alone Coronavirus. Hehehe! He did larf! He waited until I’d clawed my way back onto my feet before leaving. Bless him. Gave him a G&T in thanks. 
I took the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded them. For once, there was a printed shopping list with the food, so I checked things were all there. Spot on! Got the fridge filled, although not as full as last week, cause I been using up some tinned stuff lately. 
I’d treated my self to a box of Chinese Style belly pork slices. They are not cheap, but I think these were the one I tried the week before last, and I recall putting some Hoisin sauce on them before cooking, I intend to try again today. 
I made my way back in through the lobby doors, and Penny saw me coming and opened them from inside for me. It was such a pleasure to talk to someone and have a bit of fun. 
I took a snap of Penny and Francis near the laundry room door. Beautiful gals! 
Got in the flat, a cheerie
I got the fodder prepared. 
04:00hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and soon the need of a wee-wee, quickly followed by indications of the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Thus, a fumbling few moments later, I was up on my painful feet, had caught my balance, got the four-pronged walking stick and was on my way hobblingly, yet cautiously to the wet-room. In anticipation and hopes that the extra Macrogol taken yesterday, had worked and things might evacuate a tad more smoothly. 
Well, I got my wish, Porcelain Throne wise! The evacuation was much longer than yesterday, and the feculence about the same mass, but far less of a painful experience. 
me sickly white. 
I rubbed a dollop of Germolene cream in the whatever-it-is, on the leg, and it has now lost its itchiness altogether. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I ought to have been a doctor, you know. I’ve had so many ailments, diseases, operations, and accidents, it would have given me an advantage in treating others. Or, maybe not! Har-har!
I started of the Health Checks with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was down a bit, I think it will get lower as the Enoxaparin leaves my system. The lady who rang I forgot to mention in yesterdays blog, said the INR level was up to 2.3 now. So no need for any injections, but I was to keep the filled hypodermics in a cool place, not in a fridge, ready for if needed again. The dosage increases would be 2½ Warfarin a day straight through until next Monday when the next blood test is due. I thanked her and wished her well. It was Julie from the Anti-Coagulation, Haemostasis, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic. (I love that title for a department!) They have cut it down now to just, Anticoagulant Clinic (Haemostasis and Thrombosis Unit). It’s lost its class now! I shall continue to use the old name for them. Humph! Hehehe! 
I cleaned up and made a mug of Glengettie Gold tea. Took the tablets, and made my way to Computer Cameron.
Good luck in as much as I knocked over (Thanks to Shirley!) a pile of paperwork off of the printer! Made a right mess!
So, I sorted the paperwork out (Well, threw it in the bin!) Grobbleg
back on-line when I’d done it. 
When I returned to the computer, it still showed as failing to save, and I realise this is how I’d left it. So I tried again, and things had come back on there own for me. Phew! 
I think it was the state of the hobs on the cooker that got me going first. Knowing I could not possibly clean them all tonight.
I opted to do one, the worst of them, straight away. It took me over an hour, using the new (when I bought it, many months ago!), Astonish Hob Cleaner. The only things I found astonishing was the time it took and the mess I made getting it cleaned. The fact that it didn’t look much cleaner after my farcical floundering about, really did wrangle me! 
By the time I got around to eating the meal, it was, to say the least, not very hot. Hehehe! But that didn’t stop me eating it all, every drop of it! I still gave it a 7/10 for flavour!
Colin Cramps set in, and he stayed for hours! Moving twixt the feet and toes, and the left hand regularly, but for some unknown reason, never the two together at the same time. (I’m not complaining at all, mind, both would have been hardly bearable) 
05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after b
The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the 
I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.
The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.
internet was down! 
The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe! 
Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic! 
It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. 
I put in an order with I
Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!
the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. 
The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.
The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.
As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job 
finished. 
(Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive. 
I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.
A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why? 
I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry. 
I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!
… 
Oh, alright then. I fumbled and bumbled my way to the edge of the recliner, leant forward to grab the four-pronged walking stick, missed it and overbalanced. I fell to my Arthur Itis-ridden knees on the floor, agitating the already inflamed rear-end furuncles and piles!
Groggleknockers!
Because of the urgency of the needs of the bladder, I crawled to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to make sure I got there in time. However, I did manage to arrive in time, and then spent ages waiting for the WSSUL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Unremittingly-Long) post-micturition after-dribbling to finish! Crikeyumecky! 
Cautiously off to the kitchenette, and took the morning medications. Late of course, with all the altercationalisationings, suffered. 
Neurotransmitters behaved themselves while I performed the medicating. 
Next, I did the ear-hole body temperature, and the thermometer told me it was 82.2°. Sounded alright to me? 
filled-in the record log in the folder.
visit! 
while awaiting some action. On the bright side, I don’t know-how, with all the agony I was in, but I finished a crossword! Well, I 
I had a toe-stubbing against the shower chair when I moved it. The showering went okay, bearing in mind I had a few dizzies in there, but I know where the grab rails are now, I’ve grabbed them often enough. Hehe! 
I concentrated on Josie’s nosh then. Buttered kippers, smoked haddock, giant butter beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, and it turned out, one of my best ever tasting cheesy mashed potatoes! A can of G&T and a little lemon cake. 
Got the meal made ASAP. I was so tired and did not make any effort to beautify the feed, just dolloped it in the bowl. But, by-Jimminee, I enjoyed it! 
I got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up. 
04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing! 
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I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.
I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with. 
But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe? 
Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late. 
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.
As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. 
I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!
I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal! 
I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out. 
They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk! 
I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to. 
typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic? I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe! 
I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.
03:30hrs: Rose awkwardly from the c1968 recliner, and utilised the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Well, it took that long, I feared that I’d get a telegraph from the Queen, so long did I stand there tinkling away, at the LDYSSM (Long-Dribbling-Yet-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) evacuation!
I poddled to the kitchen, a precarious job this morning, the balance was not good at all. I took my time purposely. (This often happens a few hours after injecting the Enoxaparin) In hopes of avoiding any toppling over’s. Then I had to return to the bucket again, for a wee-wee of the same type. But the colour had changed from the one five-minutes earlier? A pretty orange tinge to this one. I took the EOGPB back with me to get it cleaned and disinfected.
The first job, I thought I’d get the morning’s Enoxaparin Injectionaliscalisationing done.
I got the needle in the yellow box and updated the log folder.
Back to the kitchenette, did the Health Checks. The Sys is very high again, Humph! Temperature with the ear-hole thermometer was a much healthier 36.4°c. Got the mushrooms in the crock-pot and made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam. 
: Off to get the ablutions done. A good job I went early, cause I was delayed by the Woodthorpe Court Gremlins, causing me all sorts of problems. And that was with having a shower! Knacklewrangles!
(I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!) 
The legs and knees were looking far betterer. A bit of meat back on them both, and they were nearly the same size and shape as each other! 
I went on CorelDraw and Paint, to make up some page-head graphics. 
all I had to do was take them into the kitchen. 
Went to get a ready-made, one that I did earlier, bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and notice how the sky had cleared up of mist and rain. 
Back to the computer, and took another shot through the balcony. The rain had stopped again, and a bit of brightness threatened. 
I injected the Enoxaparin and filled in the record log-folder. 
Deana arrived and left some paperwork for me. We managed a couple of minutes worth of ‘precious-to-me nattering’, and departed, me thanking her. 
I got down again and nodded off too quickly, I’m afraid! I woke in need of a wee-wee and heard the intercom as I was on the way to the wet room again. (Lucky that was!) This disappointing disinfectant delivery had arrived! 
TFZers Jillie 
01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why? 
I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety. 
I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.
Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!
Then, after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.
Then off to get the ablutions tended to. 
I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.
An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink. 
Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!
results of this mornings rest. It was. 
saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.
I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter. 
Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles! Hehehe! 
I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again. 
No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! 
The intercom chimed and flashed. It was Iceland’s driver-delivery. The chap arrived and dropped the carriers through the door for me. Well, he put then in the middle of the door runner for me. I had a job holding open the door to move them inside. The bloke looked a little frazzled and mentioned how busy he was. So I thanked him and 
I got the fridge food sorted first. Beetroot salad, mushrooms, red onions, skinless sausages, pork & pickle min pies, brown bread thins, new potatoes, and potato salad. Got them into the fridge, just enough room. 
I got back to the apartment eventually. Haha! I’d also ordered some Peri-Peri salt, I’ve never had it before. As I put the cupboard goods away, I stuck my finger in the pot of salt, to try the taste of it. Blimey, it was hot! 
I got back to doing this post. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and had another wee-wee. Washed the dandies, and got the meal prepped. I got the diced beef in the slow-cooker, adding some gravy granules and veg pot seasoning. Later I added some sliced red onions, garden peas, potatoes and
I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the 
crockpot stew. 
This stew came out better than I expected it to. I’ve got another pack of the diced beef to have tomorrow, but I won’t be putting any of the Peri-Peri salt in it. 
I spied them on the carpet a few feet away from where my muscular, highly tuned, healthy, Adonis-like, young, fit, desirable to women, six-foot-plus, power-house of a body, had landed from the fall off of the chair. Hehehe! 
Luckily, I had the picker-upperer laying on the next chair and utilised it to retrieve the spectacles.