Wednesday 4th December 2019
Japanese: 2019年12月4日水曜日
22:45hrs: I woke with yet again, feelings of panic, fear, worrying and could not for life of me find out why? I looked around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling but found none. Then I noticed the mess the room was in; this made me feel worse. The confusion of appointments came to the fore.
Somehow the EQ knew something was amiss! It told me to check on the Calendar; something was so not right. I obeyed and nervously, got the computer on and investigated the week’s Google diary. And soon found the problems! Jenny reminded me of the visit and had asked the Window Cleaner to call early for me tomorrow. But it clashed, unfortunately, with the Podiatrist rearranged after last weeks appointment was cancelled. I thought I’ll just change the Iceland delivery time. Hah! ‘Just change the Iceland delivery time’! It took me over an hour and a half to get it done! I ended up going on a helpline to learn how to do it! Got it wrong twice! The third time I took it steady and copied the advice onto the notepad. I followed it to the letter!
Where it said “You will be taken to the Payment…! It didn’t. I’m not sure how I did it, but I got to the Payment log place in the end, and then checked on the emails again, to look for confirmation. At last! I got one! Worra time-consuming a palaver and pantomime that was!
I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!
Here I was; just gone midnight, shivering in my slippers and PPs, sat at a desk, wondering what had just happened and why? I bet this cock-up must have been on my mind while I was sleeping, it bothered me, and the EQ picked up on it and reminded me when I woke up? Illogicality is no problem for me. Harf-Harf! Going-Bonkers-Mode-Adopted! I wrote an email back to Jenny, thanking her for changing the timing for me with the window cleaner couple. Then realised the time, and prayed that any incoming email noise didn’t wake Jenny up! “Coy-Mode-Adopted!”
Well, time to get the nitty-gritty daily things done. I was hobbling very well this morning, no signs of any neuropathic medicine drop kettle dancing from the right leg, Arthur Itis was in a jolly good mood with me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me a most welcome break. Just Anne Gyna bothering me now, must you don’t like to complain does yer?
As I was limping into the kitchen, one of perhaps the most urgent demands for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived! (Mind you, each urgent one seems the most pressing at the time, Haha!)
I clouted my shin against the door frame as I began to fear I might have an accident, and moved as fast as I could to get to the Throne, caution to the wind! Apart from it being a little messy and the extraordinarily large volume of the evacuated product, there was minimal bleeding or pain, it was all over quickly (I had to abandon the crossword book), and the closet mechanism coped well with the flushing procedure. I’m not used to things going so right? It worries me! Washed and cleaned all contact points.
The usual droning, wind-like annoying humming sounds seemed to be getting worse. But it could be that with me getting into a bit of a state with the appointment when I woke, I may not have noticed the sound earlier so much?
The Medicine Management member, Leoni is calling later this morning. I must get the blog updated as soon as possible, and get the hovel tidied up a bit and ablutions done before she comes. ‘Shame-Mode-Engaged’
I made a brew, and sod me, went to get the medications and found I’d again missed last nights doses – Again! Ay-yay-yay! Grumph, what a Shmo! I took the Warfarin and Zocor (Cholesterol-controller), with the morning doses. With having so few pains and hassle to bother with this morning, I avoided taking any Codeine 30g or Peptic medicine; they were unneeded, I’m glad to say. I can’t quote that very often. (Wait till later when I’m in agony, Hahaha!) I even left out rubbing in the Phorpain maximum strength 10% w/w Gel in the knees. 
Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.
I had a few moments of my latest medical issue; Hypometric Saccades (Rapid, ballistic movements of the eyes that abruptly change the point of fixation. They range in amplitude from the small movements made while reading, for example, to the much larger movements made while gazing around a room), bothering me, and this is not going to be good if it happens when I have Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time! A nickname for this, might be Sadie Saccades, or Saccades Sadie? Any suggestions considered, I’ve not Christened this one yet. Haha!
The wee-wees were regular all of the same WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly) mode. I’ll use the above name for her; Saccades Sadie and the right side’s NFN (Neurotransmitterless Fingers Nigel) both visited a few times while I was doing the upgrading of the Tuesday blog. But not excessively so, I coped well enough. ‘Coped well enough’; It’s all foreign to me, this optimisticness! Haha!
I got the Inchcock Today finished, and sent off to WordPress, as the need for another Porcelain Throne session arose. Another rather sudden urgent one. Straight to the wet room, no banging and bruising of any body-parts this time on the way, but I very nearly sat on a particular little extremity as I plonked down on the seat. Phew, that was lucky – there I go again, using new scary, unfamiliar words! My pins (legs) were still a bit scattered with signs of deep vein arterial thrombosis, varicose and spider veins, superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis), and iliac veins, not to mention the scar from the earlier attempt to remove the door frame with my shin, bruises, bulges, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tee hee hee!
The evacuation went well, a little more bleeding, but I reckon it was from Harold’s haemorrhoids, so to be expected, especially with my clunking down on the seat so hard
I made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy?’ – There I go again! If I do croak-out today, at least it will be on a happy note. The absence of so many ailments’s hassling. Wee-weeing under control (It’s own mind). The Porcelain Throne evacuations were going so well. Appointment cock-ups corrected without any assistance. I’m hobbling around better than I have done for months, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthur Itis being so kind. I’ve avoided having Little Inchy squashed, and the bleeding is much less from front and rear. But no messages from my EQ about things? Nerve-racking and a precautionary warning perhaps?
I went on WordPress Reading next. Then to my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Next, I made a start working on today’s presentation. This, as you can see (Sorry) is along one indeed. But the brain would not stop working, it kept spewing forth ideas, thoughts, fears, worries and even had a semi-contended note to the thoughts! This can’t last, surely?
Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A goodish session, this time. The usual dropsies; The toothbrush, shaving foam, razor (4), the shower-head (But caught it – Smug-Mode-Engaged! And the carbolic soap. After a refreshing bout of conditioning, the sock-glide-battle was declared a draw! The legs were even looking betterer!
I then got the carpet hoovered and moved, so the lump wasn’t in it. I nearly tripped over it yesterday. I shifted the handwashing on the airers.
Then had a go at the kitchen floor, near the corner of the sink. I used disinfectant and some Flash, down on the knees, and was doing well with shifting the marks… The Colin Cramps started kicking off! And could I get back up off the knees?
Well, I did manage it in the end, and clouted my forehead against the sink housing! Then, Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, bless him! I gave up on bending down. I took the black bags to the waste chute and took the big recycling bag down to the caretaker’s room. Where Steve stopped me, and took the things off of me. I slipped him a can of something drinkable, in thanks.
Back up to the flat, praying I had not missed any callers. There were not any messages put through the door.
I started to empty the hoover for another bash at the carpet, and the intercom, flashed alight. It was Leoni from the Medicines Management Team. Bless her, the missing the evening medications was the primary concern. I asked if there was anything that would flash as a reminder, as opposed to ringing or buzzing? She accepted the idea and said she would find out and get back to me.
I explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her.
I then asked her if she would ring the phlebotomy, and ask about when the nurse will be calling. She was told today, sometime. Fair enough, I’ll not go out then! I thanked her very much and off she went, reminding me that she will get back in touch with me when she sorts out the reminder alarm availability chances. Leoni had called before. She was a kind amiable lady, patient and read with quips and a ready smile!
I made a brew of tea, and got decoking, blowing the tubes through the hearing aids and changing the batteries. The neurotransmitter’s insensitivity kicked in, and I had a few picking up retrieving tasks to do. Amongst the dropsies were prodders, batteries, hearing aids, tubes and various tools! Each one proving harder to pick up than the previous one. Hahaha!
Then I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner!
I got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar.
And the intercom lit up! It was the deliciously desirable, gorgeous, twinkling-eyed Polish Phlebotomy Nurse ♥ come to take my blood!
She had a chinwag while doing me (I wish! Hehehe!) She had a peep at the Inchcock Today and told me of a patient in another High Rise block, who had slipped in Lidl’s on Carlton Road, and broke her pelvis! She also said to me, that if ever she can’t get in and leaves a note through the door, this means she will be calling again, the following day, so now I know! Two wonderful women have now called on me! Lucky devil!
I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up.
Another success for the old chap this one. Flavour rating of 8/10. I’d put far too much cheese in the potatoes than I had meant to, but it was good!
I washed the pots, then did the handwashing.
Had a Dizzy Dennis attack while I was in the kitchen (I think), blown if I’m sure what happened afterwards, but in the morning I found I had missed the evening medications again!
23:10hrs: I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne. Nothing unusual there, but how I rose from the recliner and got to the wet room so fast, I can’t recall or understand, I’m just glad I did it. Once again, only just in time! 
and sent off to WordPress. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Reader, some cracking stuff on there this morning. Then went on catching-up with the TFZer Facebooking. The wee-weeing was still regular, Tsk!
I went to do the handwashing, and the incredible sky changes were taking place. A reddish glow from the rising sun behind the flats kept changing the scene. Into an almost Walt Disney cartoon colouration. 
At last, the wee-wees abated. Phew! 
After the session, with the usual few dropsies, I took on the painful challenge with my beloved sock-glide, of getting the extra-long bamboo socks on! A struggle that left me with several bruises on the fingers and knees. Hah, well! I’m glad I did, cause they helped keep a warmer on the trip to and back from Arnold.
Outside, I took a terrible red-eye photograph, that should have been showing the Nottinghamian pavement cyclist, but he wasn’t seeable in the photo? 
There was a good half an hour before the L9 bus was due. So, I crossed the road and had a look in the Fulton Foods Store for any bargains. But there wasn’t any! Well, there was some extra strong cheddar cheese on offer, shredded, but I had to buy two packs to get the special price. And two boxes of Cheese-Nibbles.
I paid the lady who was talking to a friend for the whole transaction. I went outside and took this photograph to the left of the shop. The shadows cast by the strong but cold sunshine and the reflections from the glass made good photography difficult. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, Haha! 
Then I photographed to the right. Not too many folks about, but the shops seemed to have plenty of people shoplifting in them… I mean shopping in them. (Or do I?) 
When I got in the door, I found bumph on the floor. But worryingly, a note from the Phlebotomist who had called while I was out! 
to call to take the blood!
Low in spirits now. I got the NZ lamb in the oven cooking and prepped the other foods ready for the dinner. Got the fodder served up, and enjoyed a feast, but my shame at forgetting the blood Angel was niggling at me. 
Got the pots washed. Got the new headphones on, and settled down in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Got the TV on, and the new headphones were so much louder and clearer with the new ear-set working fine! I thought, these are not comfortable at all, but I’ll get used to them in time.
00:05hrs: I woke, with instant lachrymose thoughts of having to go to the physio torture-session this morning! 
I moved the handwashing onto the airers, and made a brew, and took the medications.
can of pork and ham, and orange biscuits. 
Now I know what the building works were last week. Erecting another booze-den for Christmas. With bars, restaurants and pubs closing down all over the place, I think we could have done without this Danish delight of a Lager-Shed? The prices being asked might be keeping away Nottinghamian’s, though. 
There was a Canadian Foodshed there as well. I thought of Chris, TFZ treasure Pattie and Andy in Canada. I must get some shots of the food on offer next time I go into town, to show the TFZers. This cabin had only just opened by the look of it. They do not have much room to work in. I detected no smells?
I got to the first Asian shop on Heahtcoat Street, called ‘Asian Mart’, and was lucky enough to find a similar product after asking an assistant and showing him the wrapper. Then I went down Hockley to the Asian Express store and asked an assistant there, but got a definite no, with a shaking of her head. 
I made my way back to Nottingham’s Slab Square, down Victoria Street. A grim baron place at the best of times. Although they tell me it comes to life at night with the binge-alcoholics, druggies, and the dance-shakers out and about.
At the bottom of the road, I took a snap to the left, down along Bridlesmith Gate. Another so sad place. Since they closed down the Broad Marsh Shopping centre for the redevelopment of the mall, bus station and car parks, so many businesses have gone bust on this road. Sob! 
The Helter-Skelter, still have to find anyone using. I’ll be surprised if they try coming back again next year. Well, I will be if I’m still here. Hehe! 
I almost went for a wee-wee, until 
I realised I didn’t need one. Hahaha! I got the purchases stored away, the pressies and nibbles too. The tomatoes were Spanish, so they went in the fridge. Which I would never normally do, but these are so 
tasteless to start with, it won’t matter. I didn’t realise they were from Spain, or I would not have bothered getting them.
The usual afternoon weariness and fatigue arrived, later than usual for once. I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Nice phrase that! Haha! 
I settled down in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. And masticated and swallowed everything edible on the plate, plus the evening medications! Taste-Rating: 8/10.
The evacuation started before I had settled on the Throne. Luckily I managed to desticate the situation just in time to avoid an embarrassing predicament. A very similar to the last three days, almost getting familiar sounds and sensations followed: Pain, ‘Kerplunk’ followed my some final odds and ends splashing, and an airing of a relief receptive “Ahhh!” But I was not going to get caught out again, I remained seated and waited for the sudden trickling of the wee-wee to arrive, late as has been its habit recently. It did and was even longer but weaker than of late. I was on the verge of reaching for the crossword book when it stopped. Cleaning things up after the session, I came across a real worry, the bleeding was thick, deep red and a fair dollop of it. This was not from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, far too dark a colour. I will have to find time to get to see the quack about this. All cleaned up. 
I went to the kitchen and moved some of last night’s handwashing about from hangers to airers. 
up a bit at the thought.
Success Rating;
Flooded, drain not coping: 1
It took me over an hour to get the water to drain away, then the water closet failed to work when after I’d taken a wee-wee! 
After a considerable about of blind-faith and guessing at it, it worked again! Smug-Mode-Assimilated! 
The laughed when I told her. The blood was taken with no external bleeding. 
Dropped off in Arnold, assisted off of the bus by a complete stranger, that was nice! Thanked him, and over the road to the Wilko Store. 
Walking along High Street to the bus stop, it dawned on me. (I often get dawned-on, you know, Haha!) I’d just paid £4.39 for a 50p washing up liquid, a 49p bleach and the Germoloid cream? So how much was I robbed of for the ticketed as £1 cream! I was miffed about that! But I felt a right gullible fool at the same time. Humph!
Back at Winwood Heights, and got off of the bus last, another tenant offered to help me off the bus. Kind of him, but I wondered if I was looking over-pale or sickly today. Hehe! 
From near the door, I took a photo of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! With its finger tearing metal window openings (Even a maintenance man, after being warned when he came to inspect the crumbling concrete or cement bits falling from the ceiling of the balcony, still trapped his finger in the clip, it bled, he swore… I remember it well). The only flat having an invasion of Boll-weevils! The new light & view-blocking new windows with their wide sticking out ledges, which have put an end to my being able to look down to see if a fire engine is in attendance or to take photographs straight down. The sink plug that needs unblocker put down it almost, no, every day! The water closet that (I’ve timed it!) takes 15 minutes to refill, and has cigarette burns all over it, inside and out from the previous tenants? The intercom that cannot be heard when anyone calls, not that this is crucial, cause half the time it doesn’t work anyway. The Fire Alarm that I cannot hear activating! The kindly supplied by Nottingham City Homes pillow-shaker fire alarm, that goes off more nights than not, but there is no fire. The heaters, that need a degree in engineering to manipulate… Oh, I am so sorry, I got carried away there! 
I turned and took a rather natty-looking as it turned out, I think, snap of part of Winwood, and a distinguished-looking Winchester Court. 
As got inside and popped into the Wardens Holding Cells. There were all three ILC’s all together, which is a rarity, so I took a picture of them and handed some nibbles out. Left to right, they are, Julie (Winchester Court), Deana (Woodthorpe Court), New Gal (Winwood Court?) 
I got the three items purchased put away, leaving the Germoloid, the expensive Germoloids cream in the wet room. 
beautiful sky, it appeared as if it was all warm out there. In reality, when I opened the window to take this photographicalisation on the right, I took it sharpishly, cause the cold coming in through the opening, almost made me jump! Low clouds, I wonder what that means? Rain? No, surely not.
I made a bit of a mess serving up the meal, but after smelling and seeing it, I left the cleaning up until later and got on and took the meal on the tray into the front room to feast on. 
Argh! Again, (Unbelievable!) I just got sat down, tray on knees and was about to take my first forkful of fodder – And the landline rang and flashed at me! Grumph & Grobble-ackers! It was a call from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thromboembolism Clinic, (A mouthful that!) with the new Warfarin doses. Current NR level was down to 1.7, so the new doses will be 2½ today, and 2 every other day. I thanked the lady. I’d taken the med’s early already, so just took another Warfarin straight away.
I cleaned up nocturnal-nibbling residue from around the recliner and decided to make a brew. 
It was of a disappointing PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode. And almost a best-guess job as to when it had finished! Tsk! Washed the dandies, and got the handwashing moved about on the airers. Put the kettle on, took the medications, and it was time for a Porcelain-Throne visit. 
Had a good cleaning session and wash up after the evacuation. 
As I was taking the mug of tea to the computer desk, I noticed the readings on the Nottingham City Homes supplied for free, monitor thingy, was showing out of sync a smidge. It indicates that the heat is getting too high – well I can’t feel it? Humidity is in just off the green markings on the rankings. It’s cold to me, and the fog may be having an effect on the moisture.
When it was done, I got the mushrooms in the crock-pot. Added some of the Puti vinegar and onion granules. I think I may have put in too much of these, though. Judging by how the picture looks in the dish? But, we’ll see later on when I taste one of them. A big day with cooking, I’ve got Josie’s to do first, and mine later on. I want to get the gals looking right.
I’ve just realised, I think the droning, whining noise from outside, is getting a bit less now? But, maybe with all the coughing and blowing of the nose, what bit of hearing I’ve got left has temporarily been made worse? 
Did some updating on the diary, and went to check on the saucepan. All was okay. 
I stripped off the clothes and got into the jammies. Shattered! I got the meal prepared, and served up. Into the rickety-recliner and ate the nosh while watching the England v Kosovo match. 
00:25hrs: The first thing that broke into my muddled-chaotic mind this morning was that ever-present humming, drowning wind-like noise that surrounds the entire block of flats, and how extremely noisier it was! Grr! 
for several minutes until things started moving of their own accord – then the pain level rose, but there was no controlling the action. Gritted my teeth, grimaced a bit, and finally a splash-causing ‘Kerplonk-Thunk’, and blessed relief! Phew! Then the cleansing and sanitising and medicating had to be done, off course. Bleeding from Little Ichies fungal lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids! No matter how far I get behind with things today, nor how bad the weather will be, and having to struggle with two-hourly buses, I will have to get out today, and get some more Haemorrhoid cream! We’ll see? 
The damned annoying whining, droning noise from outside seemed to be getting even louder now! I went to make another brew. And the imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance was most involuntarily performed, and the Polyneuropathy caused me to drop the walking stick and mug of just made tea! It went over the floor and the tall brush & dustpan, so cleaned up and returned after making another mug of brew, to the computer to make a start on this post. 
The ablutions went phenomenally well! One, I say One cut shaving, no damage doing the teggies, a few dropsies as is to be expected with the myasthenia gravis problem being so much worse this morning, no sock-glide injuries and just the one belting of the elbow on the door frame. (I’m getting a little too regular with doing this lately) Smug-Mode-Temprarilty-Adopted!
hope the food comes in time for me to get the L9 bus at 10:32hrs. If not, then so be it, I’ll stay in, or walk down to Sherwood just for the haemorrhoid cream. 
Mostly Christmas treats for others. And nibbles for me, including seedless red grapes, savoury bites, chocolate nuts and crisps. 
I made a brew of tea, took a picture on the view outside, and updated this post a bit. 
I dropped off at the bottom of Hockley and went to the Asian Food store. It’s always best to go there first, cause their aisles are filled with goods and very narrow, I had to keep collapsing the trolley to get through to have a nosey around. Coming out with some crispy seaweed snacks, and what I went there for in the first place, a bottle of the delicious fire-brand strong tasty Marca Pina cooking vinegar. Very nice when added to mushroom, don’t you know.
I paid up, and out onto Upper Parliament Street, where I took this photograph, to the left along the road. Showing the street musician, who attends this spot every weekend it seems, not that it was producing much interest from the passing Nottinghamian shoplifters, yet. 
As I turned into Long Row, the first signs of the Christmas Fayre appeared. The famous little helter-skelter, not exciting enough for kids nowadays, was not doing much in the way of trade again. 
AT the bottom of King and Queen Streets, the Ice Mountian Slide was busy.
I poddled up Queen Street and onto Parliament Street, and took this picture of the sensibly well-wrapped up Nottinghamian’s going miserably about there Saturday ventures. 
The meal turned out superbly. For me anyway, others might not have appreciated it as much as like-wot-I-did. For I had overcooked it a tad, but I caught it in time before anything got burnt, just extremely well done, which was perfect! A taste-rating of 9.2/10 was given! Yummy! 
23:00hrs: Woke-up and removed my body-mass from the recliner, and had a wee-wee, it was a long, painful, reluctant wee-wee, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. The Porcelain Throne usage was also required when I got in the wet room. A little-tiny ‘Phwlup!’ escaped from the rear end. The aroma was atrocious and instant! The evacuation was most reluctant, bottom-splitting, slow, massive, and bleeding. Humph!
services blues and headlights added to the colourfulness. 
Had a bash on WordPress Reader, then onto TFZer Facebooking. The door chime rang out, and the chap from the Physio team had arrived. I’d got it all mixed up in my bonce, I thought the Medicine Team lady was calling today? We went through some questions and answers and I started using the things left for me for physio. It was hard going, and the landline rang and flashed while I was doing the ups & downs. It was Sister Jane. She’d sent me an Email and was just telling me so. I had to ring-off, to get back to the times exercises. 
I checked on what Jane had sent me: 
Glad to hear that Pete didn’t pass on any radiation poisoning after his scan! And his not glowing in the dark is reassuring! He-He! 
I decided against going out, I’ll try eating, and just settling down I reckon, watch somebody call at the door or ring me!
e mushrooms, and all but toppled over! Humph! Good job I was using the four-pronged stick. It suddenly went all dark outside!
With a great deal of care that was not commensurate with how I felt, I got the meal prepared and served up. Took the medications while eating. Per contra, not feeling too good in myself did not stop me from eating all of the noshes on the dish and tray.
The landline burst into hardly-hearable sound, but the red flashing light worked okay. It was my pulchritudinous, highly-desirable, heart-flutter-causing, beautiful angel of a Polish phlebotomy nurse on the line. Informing me that she is due to call on me, Monday, twixt 09:00 > 11:00hrs. The heart warmed at just hearing her voice! I thanked her and got the computer on straight away to put the appointment on the Google calendar. A few medical meetings are coming up.
I got the nosh things in the washing-up bowl and settled in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, sometimes not, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. With my feet up on the chair, and cramps were attacking the legs and feet, something awful! The dizzies and other ailments were still with me, but they seemed less severe and bothersome for some reason? I reckon that my speaking on the phone with the Angel of Mercy and twinkling passionate eyes had had a good effect on me!
With a sense of unrealism, I made my way back to the kitchen and got the kettle back on, and made a brew, getting the medications out ready. A feeling of vagueness lingered within me. My thoughts were all over the place now, mind-blasts peppering the brain, unanswered questions to the fore… Oh, dearie me! 
I tried taking a picture of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, with the unreachable for old farts panes of glass to be cleaned. I tried the Nightime Panorama option on the Nikon camera this time. Then, I got the medications imbibed and off to the computer to get the updating of Sunday’s post done. 
Many hours spent graphicalisationing, during which, first, the delightfully attractive, twinkle-eyed, desirable, breathtakingly sultry-looking, 5’4″, perfectly-bodied, beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse arrived to take some blood for the INR Warfarin test. The old heart, even if it is plastic and metal, fluttered! We had a natter while she removed the haemoglobin, I handed her some of the Lemon Wafers, she said goodbye and shot off, leaving a Nottingham Pensioner, a tad sad at her going. 
Back to the CorelDrawing. An hour or so later, my Iceland food delivery arrived. Items short delivered, monies to be returned to my account within nine-working days… Mmm! Still, seeing the food made my mind up what to have for my early din-dins.
Back to the CorelDrawing. Many, many WSS wee-wees later, and hours later, the time arrived for the nosh to be made. I had a ready-made meal, the Iceland bean & sausage casserole, adding some tomato and bacon cooking sauce part-way through cooking, and was eaten with far too many slices of the Milk Roll bread I’d defrosted. I put the extra sauce into the food, cause there seemed an awful lot of red peppers in it this time, to cool it down a bit. It wasn’t bad at all — flavour rating, 7/10. 
at Winwood Heights. I imagine that one day, either a bus will hit a vehicle parked half-on the kerb and blocking room at the buses turning island. Or someone will get knocked over having to walk with their trolley-guides on the road, cause they cannot get by the cars parked on, and already breaking-up the new tarmac pavement. But what else can they do? An accident, injury or death might encourage someone to tackle the issue, or even identify, recognise that it exists? I mean, let’s face it, it is an old people’s prison… erm, complex. Hehe! 
I was caught out when I woke up, the late sun, although heatless, had blossomed out, the rain had stopped. The most noticeable thing was the legs had lost nearly all their Clopidgrel, bruises, lumps. welts and blotches! Fair enough, they had started the fluid retentioning again. But it was nice to see them without the blemishes, blood-papsule and ecchymosis scars! It’s really incredulous, inconceivable, how things have changed so suddenly! Mind you, the cramps are still there. Haha!
02:55hrs: I stirred with the firm belief that I had only nodded off a few minutes ago, and it was still early evening, Thursday! I certainly felt tired enough to convince myself, but no, it was five-to-three on Friday morning. The eyelids were heavy and running. The coughing and wheezing started, then a nasty prolonged burst of Colin Cramps in the left leg and foot attacked me. Breathing was difficult and noisy, back-pain Brenda and Arthur Itis joined in as soon as I attempted to move. 
I was out of the chair, on my feet, and with walking-stick in hand, rounded the twice this week fallen onto and bent misshaped electric airer, to avoid another accidental catastrophe – and stubbed the toe against the corner shelving. I silently cursed, only just preventing a loud retort from coming out. 
I used the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) for a DAAFJ (Drips-And-All-Finished-Job) wee-wee. cleansed the bucket, washed the dandies, moved the handwashing, hanging and on the airers. Kettle on, and took the medications, then made the brew. Fetched the camera and took a fairish snap of the morning’s view. Of course, it was raining. Tsk!
The Christmas pressies and som Chinese sausages are being delivered today, from Amazon. I’ll check the tracker, hang on a minute… Nope, they have not arrived at the depot for distribution yet. So, it’s likely that a lateish delivery will be made. My estimation would be 16:00hrs. Of course, I could well be wrong and it does say up to 21:00hrs, Mmm! I hope the yare easy to cook in the oven, or maybe in the pan with the rice, I’ll check later.
The Amazon parcels arrived.
The chicken meal, I’d added some extra black bean sauce in it, too much really. And with nodding-off like wot I did, the cobs came out of the oven looking rather too overcooked to eat. But I put them on the tray to give them a try, and they turned out scrumptiously tasty! Fair enough, they were that hard-crusted, the mouth ulcers bled; but for flavour like that, it was a little price to pay! It took me ages to get through, but I savoured every blood-letting, ulcer tearing, mouthful! Gorgeous! Taste-Rating, 9/10!