Sunday 21st July 2019
Haiwian Creole: Dimanche 21 Jiyè 2019
02:15hrs: It was a rare case of dysania for me this morning. As it is well known, I am not a slugabed. In fact, I’m semi-proud of my ability, especially with the ‘Issues’ I have, to rise and shine with particular enthusiasm, even fervour sometimes, for whatever my unfortunate circumstance in life has thrown at me, or has in store for me, good and early. But the depression I woke up with today, was overbearing.
My first thoughts were of the rather pathetic I’m-dooomed-mood I was in, and self-recriminations flowed, for my being in it. The problems fleeted through my mind; No INR blood test, not done, no message from the medical people about it. Will it be done or not? Who knows, who cares! I have to call at the surgery to book a health check and ask for an appointment to allow me to bore the Doctor with my depressiveness, and ask for some beta-blockers. Josie’s meal to prepare, I can’t hear (As so many other tenants) when anyone calls on the Intercom, the dysautonomia is getting worse, not that they can do anything about it, mind. Cleaning the flat is getting too much for me. The Accifauxpas are increasing (Little did I know what was in store for me later – Humph!). I’m losing, misplacing things more and more. The legs are coming up with blotches and bleeding without any knocks? I must remember to mention this when I can get out to call at the surgery if I call tomorrow, then will I miss the INR Nurse again – will I hear her if she does come on the Intercom? And many others worries to be ruminated about and no solutions to be found. I took about twenty-five minutes to write this paragraph or more. Not through any over-thinking about, the thoughts came to me like a shot. But the Autonomic nerve-damaged hand, fingers and shoulder, even the arm are dancing about so often this morning!
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One thing I want to tell you about now while I think of it, in case I forget. This was so funny and annoying at the same time. When I was finishing off the Sunday post earlier, the famously erratic right-hand shot up and out; like I was giving a sudden Hitler salute! I clouted the back of the hand on the desk corner (Humph!). Of course, I have no control over the Axonotmesis inspired actions at all. I knocked over the glasses and clock. Hit the computer, and knocked down the walking-stick as the errant limb moved to the right! Cleaning things up causes me more grief and pain! Memory problems were oddly missed from this list. The poor old devil!
Despite my having to smile about it at the time, this did not help my mood, frustration, and foul early-morning language still came forth, inwardly, thank heavens, not out loud! My neighbour might tell me if I did? I hope I didn’t, anyway!
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I tried to not allow myself to sink any further into the mire of morosity. Had a few words of admonishment with myself! Feeling suitably reprimanded, I carefully rose out of the £30, second-hand, seen-better-days, sometimes working, yucky beige-coloured, rickety, 1968, recliner. Got the walking stick, and plodded the few paces to the almost half-full already from last night, (that I cannot recall using once!) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) and the following wee-wee, was of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style. Then made my way cautiously to the kitchen, to make a brew and get the hand-washing done. Rinsed them and put them hanging and on the airer to dry.
Then I needed another wee-wee! This one was totally different. A painless ELSOAO (Extra-Long-Spraying-Out-All-Over) mode.
I had a wash of the hands, using the left-over water from the washing up bowl. So I should smell of Y-lang and lavender Dettol disinfectant. Nice! Hehe!
I ate the medications, oiled the ears and drank the medicine. Made a belated brew of tea. The leg was of no bother at all this morning, but, the fingers and hands were active. Double-Humph!
I got the pod peas shelled, for Josie and me later one, and in the saucepan. There should have been enough from yesterday, but I got carried away, on Saturday – and ate them all. Haha! Put the mushroom in the crock-pot, and cooking.
I decided to take some panoramic photographs from the balcony. Brave lad! What’re a few chunks torn-out of a finger and being chewed up by the deadly spring opener to worry about? And tried to take a scenic shot. But the Neuropathically damaged nerves were not allowing the hands to stay still enough. So, I took singles. And not good ones, either! Shame Mode Adopted!
I went to make another mug of tea (the wee-wees were getting less often at last). I got it poured and left it to marinate so it would be tasty and strong, cause I had to visit the Porcelain Throne.
Although the resulting evacuation was a little less bothersome than yesterdays, it was still too painful for comfort. Had a wash, stubbed my toe, and returned to the front junk room (as opposed to the Other junk room) to start on the computerisationing. The trying-to-type problems varied, from just about managing to sod-it, I give up scenarios! I persevered with perseverance (Hehe!), and after several hours, I got it finished and posted off. The whole time this took to do, and only two wee-wee’s were needed. Amazing!
Then, weary in mind, I made another brew and looked up the peripheral neuralgia effects that medications can be the cause of. But the only site with a lot of names, I didn’t know which brand name they were using. Simvastatin was the only one I recognised, and I have just been taken off of them by the hospital, not the Doctor, and been put on an alternative, Atorvastatin.
The shaking and dancing limbs have never lasted so long before. But the wee-weeing became less often.
When I had to empty the grey bucket again, I very nearly dropped it, just before pouring it into the WC bowl. Huh! Then when it was left, the shakes enabled me to dropped it accurately, and it hit the right ankle, which made me jump, and I stubbed the right big toe against the seat-riser metal legs!
I got Josie’s nosh all prepared, and Brother-in-law Pete rang while I was doing it. It’s the hidden clandestine CCTV cameras he put in while he was at the flat when I had the stroke, going through everything and taking all my money, cash card, keepsakes and valuables. Now he knows when to call me for the most considerable inconvenience. Hehehe! Only joking! Well, not about the money and valuables, of course. Hahaha! We had a jolly chinwagging session. I like a laugh with Pete, takes a gag well, a decent sort he is!
I checked the cooking and shot off to the wet room… Hehe! Shot Off, what a mistaka to maka! I limped with the walking stick to the wet room. That’s more accurate! Snigger! A wee-wee of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) variety was taken. The teggies and shaving were done without any bleeding!
Then, just like yesterday, a heavy-duty session was needed, so I got on the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear, a lot of bleeding this time. But not to worry, it was only from Harolds Haemorrhoids. The shower went well and safe, despite a little dizziness, that only lasted a few seconds, but it was intense. The chair in there and the bars on the tiles meant I coped with it well. Holier-than-thou–Mode-Adopted.
I spotted while putting on the sort balsa socks, that the lesions, spots, papsules, hickeys, pimples, pustules, erythemas, skin eruptions and other unknown pot-marks, were looking less inflamed!
Oh, I said balsa socks, didn’t I – I meant bamboo socks. Not like me to make mistakes! Mmm!
Afterwards, I got Josie’s meal served and delivered to her door. I was pleased as punch that she liked the look of it.
Got back inside the fleapit, and realised I had forgotten to put the mushrooms on her salva – What a Schlemiel! I got them out of the cooker and into a pot and took them to her. She was not happy at being disturbed eating. I apologised, told her that they were hot, and not to hold them by the bottom. (I took that as an honour, her being irked, tells me she was enjoying it). She obviously could not hear me, (Not her fault!) bless her. She grabbed the tub by the bottom and said; “Oh, they’re hot!” Hehe! I didn’t think to photograph it, with rushing to get it to her on time.
I got back on the computer, which Virgin Media was currently running okay. Honestly!
But the fingers and shoulder, although less hassle than earlier, were still playing up occasionally. Believe it or not, but the sensation went in the finger tips for a while completely, and as I had just pressed the ‘O’ key, I ended up with three and a half lines of ‘O’s, to correct, along with many more errors! Oy Vay!
I went on CorelDraw, to make up some more page top and Thoughts graphics. I made one for the TFZer site as well. I hope they like it, their pussies, you know. “The Shredders!”
Some odd clanging noises coming from somewhere or other? I hate it when I can’t identify sounds I can actually hear!
I closed down the computer and watched some TV for a bit, until Josie, bless her, returned the plate, tray and cutlery. She said she enjoyed it a lot, thanked me, and added that it was little too much for her. So, I promised to make a little smaller meal next weekend. She offered me some desserts, and I gently explained that I cannot eat strawberries, even in yoghourt. She was meeting her Sister for a drink later, and I wished her an enjoyable trip. So glad she liked the meal.
I set about finalising my grand feast then. A big plateful. With: Seasoned chips (fries), tuna chunks in brine, fresh garden peas, tomatoes, and some well-burnt, crispy cheesy-potatoes! Followed by a criminally naughty Limoncello second course, dessert!
Smug-Mode Adopted: I’d done it again. Another most delightful and flavoursome nosh! Taste Rating: 9.25/10!
I did the washing up. Then the hand-washing. Back to the TV, to keep nodding-off and waking repeatedly, until I got fed up with it, and settled to get the head-down. But proper sleep was a long time coming. Tsk!
23:45hrs: Somehow or other, this morning, I woke up and found I was relieving myself using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and what another change in modes this one was. This did not need any acronym, two words will do: Long-Sensationless wee-wee! And, of course, this style can be dodgy for me knowing when things have stopped… or not! Haha! But, I could not remember actually getting out of the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes-working, c1969, near-dilapidated, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, or getting the walking stick either? I found this almost traumatic and off-putting. But the brain soon forgot all about it when the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived. 
Then the simple, but the confused brain, decided I should have a clean-up and get the hand-washing done, so I did! As I was putting the towel on the rack, I spotted some fresh-looking blood, only tiny spots on the material. I had a look around everywhere, cause there was no pain at all anywhere, ah, the pins again! I’m sure that I was not scratching at it still last night?
Then again, I can’t recall my getting out of the recliner this morning either?
I took a photo with the Nikon camera, of the lights still on, outside. I tried again to take a panoramic shot, but the hands were not free from shaking, and the shoulder was jiggling quite often. But the still shot, I look, pleased me. Swank Mode Engaged! 
Dropped empty sauce jars in the glass recycling bin with the umpteen wine, whisky, Gin, bottles etc. already on there. But this week I did not see any Absynth bottles. Haha! 
followed… well a traffic cone was dropped on top of the hole! I kept well back from it! 
The three-wheel trolley-guide just does no like going downhill at all! 
I say work better, I mean are not so bad! 
than Asda’s at their regular price per pack! Bought the tomatoes, the chap on the checkout was so laid-back, I thought he might be on drugs or booze? Haha! 
and return via Woodthorpe Grange Park. I’m glad I did. I felt sorry for the merchants, as I do the shopkeepers in Sherwood. I believe that precious few of them are making a profit from their retail units. 
stronger now. But it was not a cold one. 
About half the way up the incline, there is a next of trees, that always draws my attention and admiration. Two years or so ago, the old trees were on the verge of dying. In fact, one did, and is still laying there, between the other trees that have recovered. Thanks to the hard work from the Nottingham City Council Park Workers. Bootiful! 
To the top, and right down the gravel path. This got the wind up me! 
hands and elbow!
Got my nosh going. Potatoes, boiling them this time, them I mashed them up with some Leicester Cheese and brown them off in the oven, the freshly podded peas, sliced tomatoes and mushrooms, a can of the tuna chunks in brine (I’m so glad that Josie put me on to this food, they taste super-duper!). And three battered fish fingers, done in the oven when I browned off the cheesy potatoes! 
A naughtykins Limoncello as dessert made a feast worthy of another 9/10 Flavour Rating! 
01:35hrs. I woke up wobbling and shaking all over – but whatever the cause was I’ll never know, it stopped within a minute or so, I lay there for a few moments, fearing I may have had another stroke, got pneumonia or whatever. But things were fine, no pains whatsoever, and the shivering stopped. Perhaps I had had a dream? I expect so, it’s not rare for me to forget the nocturnal meditations, and something later in the day triggers the brain to recollect things. 
Back to the kitchen, stick in hand, and got the kettle on the boil again. 
Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Deana and Generalfeldmarschalless Julie were in the hut. A quick natter and nibbles handed out, then back out into the rain. 
The four-wheeled trolley was uncontrollable with only one hand. 
I got back on the pavement further down the road.
A bit nearer Mansfield Road, a car gave me a splashing, and the shoe and socks got soaked as well! 
There were not many folks about, but who can blame them in this weather. 
At the bus stop, the shelter was full, but no bother, I was so wet by then it didn’t matter to me one iota. Anyway, if I went under, out of the rain, the trolley couldn’t be used to sit on, it was also precipitationaly affected. Haha! 
But no, a minute or two later, a Land Rover Vogue pulled up and collected them. The cheek of it! Keeping all those bus passengers out in the rain! Haha! 
I got in the flat, and dried and cleaned the trolley. Had a wash, then decided to get a load of the fresh pod peas podded, ready for the morning. Enough for me tonight, and Josie and me on Saturday, or Sunday, I’ve not been able to get in touch with her again this week either, to find out what day and time she’d like her nosh doing and delivering. Most frustrating every weekend! 
The meal was served up. It consisted of beef pasties, Marmite cheese, tomatoes, fresh peas, and some mash with lots of mature cheddar cheese! Another good un! 9.22/10 Flavour rating! 
04:15hrs: I was woken, yet again, by the stabbing pains from a Colin Cramp’s visit to the feet! I got the camera off of the Ottoman and realised I had also left the light on overnight, but at least I’d remembered to remove the bamboo socks. The signs of the toe-stumpings had all but cleared up! The toes were warping with the cramps, I presume.
I took a picture out through the light & view-blocking kitchen windows that have unreachable glass panes to clean and needs a stepladder to be used to photograph or see anything below on Chestnut Way. 
I had another even less-willing UWT wee-wee first. Then had to utilise the Porcelain Throne, which turned out not to be a good thing. First, the evacuation was big, hard, yet messy. One of the most painful I’ve ever had, lots of bleeding from internal and external haemorrhoids. And second reason; The putrescent, nidorous after-aroma had to be endured, while I did the teggies, shaved, and had the shower and won the battle with the sock-glide! Hehehe! 
As I limped along with the trolley-guide to the hut, I took this shot which caught Winchester Court, showing how nice and close the new bus stop is situated for the tenants of the said court.
healthier then! Haha!
Then on the way back to the beloved, but further to walk to and back from than Winchester Court than is Woodthorpe Court.
month, I think. 
Time to close down and get some nosh prepared, ready for me to (I hope) fall asleep. By gum, I need it! Sadly! 
I washed-up, and got the hand-washing done.
Next, as I moved (unthinkingly) without the walking stick, in response to a sudden desire, partly-logically made though, to get the hand-laundry done before any water cuts arrive, I was brought back to part-sanity and reality, as I stubbed the toe on the way to the kitchen! I fear a couple of licentious ecphonetic words in response were uttered, not that I had much time for any guilt. With no stick handy, I wobbled a tad, and clouted the right knee against the door frame! An instantly watchable bruise came out within seconds! Tsk! 
I got the washing in the sink, gave my best agitational wash, and while I left it to soak for a while, I got the kettle on and grabbed the hemadynamometer, took the tablets out to take, and did the health checks. Another good set of results all around this morning Sys 146, Dia 65, Pulse 81, and temperature 34.7°c. I was well pleased with these readings. Despite the EQ telling me not to get overly confident.
I disinfected the place, got a new pair of PPs on, and back to the kitchen. Where I got a load of water from the cold tap, and into some jugs and the two remaining usable, unburnt saucepans I own. I filled the crock-pot as well. 
Then, I decided to take some shots of the outside from the wickedly troublesome new balcony windows. The left-hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, window, was handled with aplomb and I began to feel a ‘Smug-Mode’ coming on.
I went to the right-hand window. But this hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, would not move, or I just n longer had the strength to move it, to allow me to take a photograph of the undecided to grow or not new grass lawn below near the end car park.
Mostly the order consisted of spring water and kitchen towels. Both hard to carry from the shops, with the room for storage so tiny in the trolleys. The weight of the water and the bulk of the towels. (Oh, I slipped into griping-Mode there again, Sorry folks.) 
The storing of the goods took a great deal of time, and I had used the stepladders to put the porridge and noodles in their correct location on top of one of the wall cabinets. It became apparent to me, how nervous I had become of the legs etc. playing up, for I would not go on the third and top step. On the second rung, I had the top of the ladders to grab if anything started dancing. But, they didn’t play-up.
The second one was from the surgery. 
I made a delightful looking nosh, that I was sure I’d enjoy. Smoked mackerel in sauce, chips, fresh garden peas, beetroot, great tasting tomatoes and some potato cakes. A naughty Limoncello dessert for afters. 
I found that I
Got the teggies cleaned. Then the shaving was done. But at a cost! Thanks entirely to the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, or Peripheral Neuralgia prompted shakes, quivers, and Hokey Cokey-like, dancing fingers, shoulder and leg! 
I got the fodder on the go. 
I finally got the nosh served up. 
I woke again, what the expergefactor was for this, I don’t know. But, I did rise up and consulted the notebook, to see if anything worthwhile had happened to add to the blog. 
Then I got the health checks done. The readings were once again, most satisfactory. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 71 (Perhaps this near perfect 71 results I think, is indicative of the unprecedentedly calm mood I found myself in this morning?), and Temperature 34.1°c. 
I went to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. 
I took of the night socks, and as I had expected, the leg ulcer was trying to come back again. 
Limping along Chestnut Way, I saw that some of the grass lawn was coming through, beneath the trees near Winwood Court! The leaves and branches had probably stopped the recent evening rains from prompting some of the grass coming through.
By the time I got on last, all the side-saddle seats were taken and the bus looking rather fullish. I had to walk to the back of the bus, up the steps with the trolley, that was fortunately almost empty (bird food), so I folded it and got it wedged in between the seating. Two stops along, about five passengers alighted, and at the next Sherwood stop, many more got off, leaving just one other bloke and me on board for the journey to Daybrook.
I left and walked into Arnold and Front Street.
Making my way back along Chestnut Way to the Woodthorpe Court flats, I noticed some girls ahead of me. Chrissie, Penny and Sheila, I think. 
I got the fodder purchased away and prepared the nosh.
However, as soon as I moved and knocked over 
The throat was suffering from xerostomia this morning. Yet I had no desire yet for my early morning cuppa. The curiousest happening of the day so far! But, I did guzzle plenty of the spring water. While in the kitchen, I did the health checks, took the medications, and took a photograph from the unwanted, multi-glassed, light & view blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows, with the unreachable panes to clean. On the bright side, the HC check results were absolutely unbelievably good! Sys 138. Dia 61, Pulse 81 & Temp 34.6°c. Fantastic stuff! 
I do like the tree copse, but also at the end of Chestnut Way, the trees over the garages. Bootiful! 
I suddenly got the urge for a comforting mug of tea! And recognising that is was 07:00hrs, and I had not started on updating yesterday’s Diary yet, put me in Self-Derogatory-Mode! 
rubbish room, wet room and one left in the kitchen. 
So while there, I did the ablutions. 
I got Josie’s cheesy-potatoes made up and got them in the oven. Did some more on this updating, then got the side-food on the plate and kept checking on Josie’s spuds in the oven. I want them to be browned to perfection this time.
I finished Josie’s dinner, got it on the server, and delivered it to her door. I used the wheeled-server in case the hands or any other part of my anatomy started subliminal, involuntary Hokey-Cokeying and or jumping. Safety First! The meal looked alright to me. 
I had the other half of the cheesy potatoes, garden peas and some streaky smoked bacon. Making some bacon sarnies with the last of the milk loaf as I ate it. 
During the emptying of the bladder, I got a sensation that I imagine is what myiasis must feel like; worms wriggling about from the innards? It stopped along with the termination of the process.
of an old map. Haha! 
Perhaps one or more of the blood papsules had burst. Then again, there were no signs of any bloodied paper towels about or in the bin, anywhere? Mmm!
I spent such a long time sorting the flipping internet out and working in a fashion again, the mug of tea went cold on me! 
Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket! Tsk! A life-saver sometimes this bucket is! 
I found myself chatting away with Koala Katie and Scruffy as I was carrying my next visit to the bucket. Another change in style again. This time it was a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).
The nosh was prepared. I purposely used the old large plastic dish, as the hands and fingers, well, the shoulders and leg as well, were making frequent performances of dancing, jiggling, stamping (the leg) and shaking. So I thought I might cope better with the big bowl, in the event of there continued unruliness! I find it harder than ever to manage when I am feeling so exhausted. The flavour was not so good with the bacon, but the chilli-con-carni was delightful. The overall rating was 5/10.
The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was utilised. But the welcome SSWWs (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wees) of yesterday, was replaced with a terribly-trying and painful ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). By the time it was over, it felt like the time gained in my getting up so early had all been lost! 
As I hobbled over to get the slippers on, one of possibly, my equal-best-ever toe-stubbings was suffered, against the large Ottoman! The pain and residual stinging were so chronic for a while. I was so pleased (And Surprised at my will-power!) and that I kept my wailing and cursing in a silent mode. Well, I think I did! 
I made a brew and finished off the hand-washing I’d left soaking in the bowl. 
Off into the kitchen, even having the nous and sense to stop hal
I put the olive oil in the ears, and drops in the eyes, the cream on Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Then got the medication out from the blister-pack, and made a tasty strong brew of the Glengettie Assam tea, and took them with me to the computer, Alway a dodgy, risky thing to do, with the walking stick hanging over an arm as I do it!). I observed that one tablet was of a proportionately larger size than the others. So, I assumed that it was one of the regular ones, but made by a cheaper supplier that the chemist had used. I don’t blame him, either! But it can confuse old senility-approaching people… like me! 
Of course, I hadn’t forgot about him coming at all! But my greeting him with just the dressing gown and slippers on, did not go unnoticed. (Ahem!) I proffered cringing apologise’ and left him to the job. I got a ripe look in return, that correctly said; “The senile old fool!” I can’t say that I blame him, either!
flat out of about 
The noise of the drilling recommenced. Battery drills? No, they were using Josie’s electricity from next door! Cheek! 
10:30hrs. Suddenly it all went quiet! I went and took a peep. I picked up some bits of plastic and screws; I didn’t want to get them in the hoover, not that I can charge it up anyway, though. The Peed-offedness is growing worse! 
A different bloke came and cleaned up the outer hallway using Josie’s electricity. I got a Brain Clough book out to read.
I went to the panel for an assessment of sorts. Oh, dearie me!
Just what I didn’t need; another leaflet, this time telling me about work on the water supply, for three separate days! I am to leave the plug out of the toilet sink. Hah! Does no-one listen? I keep telling people about the sink not draining, and how it costs me a fortune in drain unblocker fluid every week as it is! And it overflowed last week!
Pee’d-off, even more frustrated, tired and knackered, I got then nosh ready. 
I left most of the nosh.