TFZers, Janet ♥, Harry, Meritt & Inchcock
Wednesday 8th July 2020
Gujarati: બુધવાર 8 મી જુલાઈ 2020
I had little sleep, (effects of the Exonarin) up eight or so times for a wee-wee! Each one a waste of time, SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) affair. Eventually, on the last needed while in the recliner, at 03:00hrs, Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding, so off to the wet room and wince-making job of cleaning and medicating. The uncut toenails and trying to walk without too much pain from them and the feet was not an easy task. I came close to having a tumble en route, thanks to Dizzy Dennis. Cragangles!
Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles! Hehehe!
I took a snap of the morning view, using the Aperture Priority option. Not brilliant but it’ll have to do.
I had to nip back to the wet room for yet another SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) wee-wee. I got the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) disinfected and left it near the computer, 
in anticipation of the wee-wees continuing all day. Humph!
The knuckle on the right hand was more lumpy and just as tender today. But it was still keeping a safe social distance from the other fingers. Hehehe!
I tended to the medicationalisationing first.
With my ever-reliable Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, not having any 100mg Enoxaparin-fille hypos, I now have to stick in two by 40mg needles. (They do it on purpose you know, they hate me!)
Still, it will be interesting to see the different shapes of the scars, this time. More Art that the Tate Gallery is missing out on! It’s not as if I want a lot, £100 a photo? Hehehe!
The little yellow Contaminated Waste Box will soon be overfilled. I’ll have to mention this to whichever Dracula Nurse calls to take the extra blood sample, tomorrow. I must remember that tonight it is 2½ Warfarins, and one Enoxaparin injection, and must resist taking any extra Codeines for the toothache, the lady said in last night telephone call. I’ve forgotten why, but am sure she said this.
I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again.
The earhole body temperature came up as ‘Low’, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch the figure.
I took a snap of the pained old uncut, warped, gnarly, cringeworthy, discommodious, Howard-Hughes-like, tender, itchy, painful pinkies.
The thought of getting them cut and the ulcer bled. The inflamed, hard skin that effectuates fears of a return of the Tinea Pedis. I’m sure that many other residents must be in the same boat. Good luck to us all! Of course, if all these places I need access to being reopened; the hearing clinic, the opticians, the dentist, etc., will have one hell of a waiting list by then. So, I’m not getting my hopes up too much! (Ha! Me? Getting hopes up? It’s not natural!)
Toothache Thomas suddenly got worse for some reason. That cheered me up! And I can’t take any Codienes! Claptickleisations!
Made a start on yesterday’s blog updating. This cost me a lot of time and frustrations. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a decent enough mood, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept failing and working. This delayed things and got me in a tizzy.
I barely got the job done in time for the Ablutions to be tackled, so I would be available for the Iceland delivery.
I checked the status of the kitchen first, to make sure I’d not left taps running, lights on, or the stove on, then set off for the wet room. The first one in ‘Auto’, the second in Aperture Priority. Much difference?
The Ablutionisationing went fair enough. A few dropsies. No Shower, too early. A nick or two when shaving, Toothache Thomas raging, when I cleaned the teggies. The worst thing was as I was getting dressed, I lost my balance getting the PPs on, and went over, hitting the Sock-Glide, knocking it off of the shower stool, and continued to the floor, with the damned glide following me down!
No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! I put some Phorpain on the new bruises that I could reach, made a brew to let go cool before drinking, and got on with the writing of this blog.
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 slipped him a can of G&T.
I took the bags through to the kitchen for sorting out. Knocking the cloth airing over as I misjudged the gap available. (You find this easier and easier to do this when you’ve got Peripheral Neuropathy Tsk!)
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.
Then the freezer products. I’d got some Special Price smoked Haddock fillets, and Fish in batter with salt & vinegar flavouring. But the offer meant me having to buy three if each. I did so in the knowledge that a certain lady would make use of a pack of each. This worked out lovely, I’d just got room for the other frozen stuff to fit in. I phoned the lady to tell her I was coming down with the fodder for her attentions. And anything she wanted to do with them as alright with me. I know the food will be made good use of.
I took them, and what a performance it was getting down as well! With tenants not supposed to use the left Contractor dedicated cage (understandably so), but the right cage was stuck on floor 13 and not moving. Repeatedly the left cage arrived, and I kept pressing a button and getting out, in hopes that the right side cage will be freed. In the end, I had to get in it!
I dropped the bag off and returned to the lifts. The right one still on floor 13! In the end, I had to use the naughty left one again. Horrible guilty feeling!
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 searched Amazon for some cheaper Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Zoflora lemon. The one’s I searched for last week were all 
too expensive.
I found these on the right, all at a much better price than earlier. The Dettol worked out a little below £3 each for 6 of them. The lemon disinfectant, a 5l size was £16, and the Hoisin sauce also at £3 a bottle. So I ordered one of each. They should be arriving on Friday they tell me.
I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the 
crockpot stew.
The food was almost ready now. A quick wee-wee (surprising, I know, Haha!), then I’ll get the nosh prepped! Went to wash my hands, and when I got back to the kitchen, I spotted this smoke coming from the Basford area.
The smoke looked to be clean and white, so hopefully, it was not a house fire. Fingers crossed!
I turned my attention to getting the fodder sorted out, and the landline rang and flashed. It was a nurse from the Phlebotomy Vampire Crew (Haha!). She told me she would be calling in the morning to take another INR blood test. I thanked her and made a note on the calendar.
Back to the preparing of the meal, to satisfy my phagomania.
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.
Tasty, flavoursome and filling. With a couple of little Viennese biscuits and a pot of lemon mousse to follow. Taste-Worthiness- Rating: 8.0/10.
Took the evening medications. And settled to watch a ‘Boon’ DVD. Ah, nostalgia! I turned off the DVD player and TV when I started to nod off and wake again repeatedly.
I think I started to have a dream about my being chased in an underground tunnel. Next thing I remember was the knees hitting the carpet when I dropped onto the floor from the recliner, clouting my poor right-hand little finger on the arm of the chair, right on the swollen knuckle? What-Who-When-Why-How?
I’m so glad there is no CCTV in the flat. Even I had to laugh at my antics to get back up into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, that has seemed to have ejected me? Clambering back like climbing a mountain, with a few slide-backs, and spreading about of the cushion and quilt. The farce took away all the pain that I should have felt but didn’t.
Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?
As I sat there, calming myself down, I looked at the clock, but could not read it? Aha, where are my spectacles?
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. And they were not broken, although a scratch or two on the left lens was annoying me!
More good news, all the noctambulistic diving off of the recliner and the ensuing kerfuffling about, did not disturb my getting back to sleep! Wogigj. Mind you, the knees were giving me a bit of grief.
Yee-Ha!
A lousy night! 02:30hrs: I fear last night was one of the worst kips for months. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, she was the main perpetrator. It seemed every few minutes she was giving the right scapula some stick, often viciously. The shoulder and neck are aching so much at this moment. This had not happened nocturnally before? 
I got up, nippily too, onto my feet, to find that my balance was not right. A fleeting thought of my possibly having had another nocturnal stroke, was soon dismissed, as I managed to quickly correct my tumble back into the recliner, and preventing any painful clashes between Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the boils and the arm of the chair! 
I could not have done this if another stroke had been suffered. This cheered me up a tad. Well, a lot! 
Brewed the tea, let it cool down so as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much, while I did the Health Checks. Much betterer readings this morning. 
What a kerfuffle, foofaraw, hurry-scurry, fracas, hullabaloo and time-consuming start to the day! Unglefrogwogglings!
Went to make a brew of tea, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. Almost a pleasure after the last few days of concrete evacuations and crosswording while I waited. It was still painful, but far less so. And, this time, no bleeding either. Highly satisfactory! The Macrogol seems to be easing the situation. I’ll just take one later, I don’t want to get all blocked-up again. 
Quick photo session now the day is brightening up. Very p
The pins looked even thinner this morning. Am I withering away? I wish they’d take some from the stomach first. Hahaha! That is getting ridiculously massive!
osing my balance and hitting the edge of the door. 
I got on with prepping Josie’s meal. I put extra Leicester cheese and butter in the cheesy potatoes but used instant mash with chives today. It came out smelling and looking good. I nibbled a forkful, and it passed my taste-check for Josie.
Twenty minutes later, the timer woke me, and I got up from the c1968 recliner with ease, and proceeded to the kitchenette, walking straight into the door frame with my right shoulder! That pulled me up a bit sharpishly! Off course, within seconds Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley kicked in! 
Eventually, I got semi-sorted, not comfortable with shoulder pain and shakes. 
02:30hrs: My first hodier
I reached for the tube of Phorpain 20% that
No sooner had I done the embrocations, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, although not with any real urgency this time. So, I freed my laboriously, wobbly stomached body and skinny limbs from the c 1968, none-working recliner, and off into the kitchen, and made-up and took another dose of the Macrogol. Then to the wet room. 
A good wash and wipe around, and off back to the kitchenette. Where I tended to the Health Checks. Starting with the usual sphygmomanometerisationing. The results looked good enough for me. The stick thermometer showed up as ‘Low’. I had another sachet of Macrogol, then made a brew of Glengettie Gold. 
I went to make a mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took a snap with the Canon, having changed the aspect on the settings, to 16:9. This is the resulting photo of the oh, so blue morning clouds. The wind was getting up, and just like yesterday, the damned ‘Hum’ got a lot louder. It must be terrible for anyone with normal hearing. 
It’s all most confusing.
I went to get the ablutions sorted out, and a decent session it was, too!
session! 
the chap, and the Iceland man cometh to the door. He dropped the carriers in the doorway for me. I slipped him a can of G & T, he said thanks, and off he trotted. I got the bags through to the kitchen and noticed the rather large pack of Quavers. 24 packets! How had I bought that size? 
dirt one them either.
state. The fish strips that should have been frozen were well soft! 
Have Morrisons and Iceland both got something against me? The Swine! Ah, well, enough food in to last for ages now. 
I had a bit of an unfortunate incident, getting into the chute room. I let the door slip while holding it open to get the trolley in. (Strong closing spring). The toes got crushed between the trolly wheel and the closing door! Swear? Me? Gangleboggleisations!
I got the bags dropped down the chute, and returned, even more limpingly back to the apartment. Only to find I had missed taking two carriers with me to the chute! Swear? Me?
Noshing preparation time! The pork shoulder slices didn’t look very appetising, but by-gum they tasted fine. The fries, peas and tomatoes were alright, too. 
0310h
As I got in the wet room, I realised I’d had another decent sleep! Over five hours, and without a single interruption for any wee-weeing! Oh, Yes! The release was of the BOASA (Blasting Out-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. That’s more like it, at last, a none-sprinkly and no-pain evacuation! Yee-ha! 
I hobbled to the kitchen, but my balance was not quite right. My EQ told me to take extra care this morning. Did I listen? Yes, of course! 
I carried out the Health Checks, a
stink. Threw all of the dodgy ones away, dried the decent few left, and got them in the crockpot. I added some Fish Sauce, Squid brand. No squid in it, of course, just Anchovy 82%, Salt 15% and Sugar 3%. A delightfully tasty addition to the potatoes, especially when having battered fish strips, as I intend to.
I was taking the camera, in the right hand, but with the strap on the wrist. The mug of tea in the left limb (So I thought I was taking care!) And the balance went as I got near the fireplace, and over I went, to the right, of course, it’s always to the right since the stroke. 
Ages later, the movement ground its way worryingly slowly, agonistically out. I was bloodied and weary!
Then, on to updating the funny ‘support-funny post’ for my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred, Brother-in-law Pete. Who’s today in the City Hospital, on a qualifying course, and hopefully, the new Chemotherapy treatment can start as well. I hope he can get a smile out of it, despite his worrying condition. Got it finished.
I took this shot blindly, it had to be unseeable, due to the thick-framed, letting rain in, unreachable to clean unless using the life-risking stop ladder, new kitchen window. Most probably designed by a young photographer-hating and gerontophobia suffering designer! 
The meal was one of my betterer ones this time. Smug-Mode-Engaged! A flavour rating of 8.9/10 given.
23:25hrs: No sleep at all, Sweet Morphious, denied me by being woken up repeatedly; callers, Toothache Thomas and Anne Gyna, all successful in ensuring I got no rest. Groggleknockers! 
Ah, things were better this time! A bit more force and less spraying. Still the green-grey colour, mind. 
I got the kettle on and did the first of the Health Checks. 
The sphygmomanometer results were the best for ages! SYS 136, DIA 64, Pulse 80, and the body temperature was just showing up as low. (It does that, it goes from the reading to high or low, when I am insensate and not quick enough to get it out of my ear-hole to have a look, Hehe!) Ah, well!
So annoying and frustrating! I tried the drinking of the luke-warm tea from the opposite side of the mug. 
I cleared up the mess and went to make another mug of tea. I got the pork shoulder steaks, with new potatoes in the crockpot cooking. I added sea salt, Light Soy sauce, some pork gravy granules, and seasoning. (Too much methinks?) 
ending, and my EQ backed me up.
The shaving had a few clangers involved. Cuts were in fashion this morning. Several of them, but every one of them was tiny, yet bled a lot more than usual. 
When I nipped onto the balcony to see if the chaps had departed, I took a snap through the window of the end of Chestnut Walk. I didn’t want to risk injury opening the lethal metal spring clip window again. No, that’s wrong. That window is just impossible to open, too tight. The maintenance men tried for me five months or so ago, a
nd they couldn’t do it. It was when they came to look at the plaster breaking up on the ceiling of the balcony. Naturally, they have not been back.
make it down in time to catch the mobile shop? Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Hehehe! 
Luckily, it was a few minutes late in coming. It was nice to have someone to natter to, even from a safe-distancing way away. 
We got up to the flats, and Josie held the door open for me to get in with the trolley, bless! I got in with the bits bought – £6 something for these. The apples were of particular interest. The label read, Product of France. 
A few minutes later, and the fodder arrived. The chap put the carriers in the hallway for me, I thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, and took them through to the kitchen and stored them away. 
I got the stuff put away, and got the meal served up. At least this turned out alright. Made even tastier with the two Sourdough muffins dipped in the gravy! A stew of sorts. Onions, mushrooms, pork shoulder, all overseasoned with Soy sauce, Balsamic vinegar, tasty juices, canned potatoes and garden peas. Flavour Rating: 7/10. 
Off to the wet room, for the most sprinkling and spraying release ever! I had a job to see that much of it had reached the porcelain at all. But, on the bright side, it made me clean the WC tank, seat, floor cabinets, the floor itself and the handwashing sink. Also, various parts of my body. Christened this one a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee. You’d be surprised at how much had sprinkled on the arms and upper torso, too, I was! 
Took the medications, and remembering yesterdays nightmare Accifauxpa, I very carefully, nervously made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. I managed it without any further dropsies, scolding of my body parts, or injury! Phew!
Waiting for it to brew, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, imbibed the morning medications, and back to the wet room for another wee-wee. Which was of the same VSWAO mode as the first one was! 
I got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down at last. The earhole temperature of 64°f seemed fine enough.
I sorted out the waste bags. Five small bags were taken to the waste chute, and the gigantic blue recycling bag had some stuff added to it. Far too big for the minuscule opening in the chute, so I can take it down to the caretaker’s room in the morning.
He put the good through in the hall for me, I slipped him a can of G&T, then got the bags into the kitchen to sort through them. 
do. Kitchen towels, potatoes etc. Next bag, endless cakes? 
Concentrated on making the nosh… carefully, not taking any risks.
But for any proper sleep, my Sweet Morpheous, I had to wait for hours! 
Eventually, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and the dying sun put in a surprise visit. 
05:00hrs: It has been the worst night for sleep for many a month. Due to the Post-Micturition After-Dribble (PMAD), Diabetes insipidus. They warned me that this might take a grip on me! Boy, it did too last night! To make things worse, all the utilisationing of Little Inchie, caused the fungal lesion to bleed as well. I spent more time using the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) than sleeping!
I noticed the stomach in the shaving mirror, with the Enoxaparin needle marks scattered about. It looked quite artistic, I thought. Hehehe! I changed the PPs again, thanking heaven for my friend Michael who supplied me with them. Cheers mate! 
I got the kettle on, as the sun tried to come out from behind the blocks of flats. The red sky that soon disappeared looked so pretty and beautiful. 
hole thermometer, olive oil, Germolene, and the tablets. No need for the Enoxaparin hypodermic needles now that the INR level has risen. 
too high undoubtedly? DIA and the Pulse seemed alright, though? I’ll do an extra check, later on, to see if it’s dropped any. Perhaps the lack of sleep and frustration of all the wee-weeing overnight, might have affected it? Oh, dearie me! At least the body temperature came out alright, at 35.7°c. 
I took a blind-snap of below, on Chestnut Walk. Two parking spaces free? Disabled ones?
ache started, and this meant an urgent hobble to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne! 
I washed and went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea. The skies had gone darker, the sun had given up, and a little light drizzle had just started to fall. Maybe the Yellow 
Then on CorelDrawing to get some graphics done. And this time, I must get some done! I managed a few, then went to do the health Checks again. A bit of a surprise on the first try, it seems I’m dead and didn’t know it. 
I tried again and got these result on the right. Much better than the first test I did today.
What-a-Mistaka-to-Maker! I decided there was not enough boiling water in the mug, turned the kettle on to bring it back to the boil, and for some silly reason I moved the mug with my right hand – Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed. And, I dropped the kettle as I tried to save the mug from being lost to my grip. Ending up with them both on the floor!
I got the kettle up first as the electrics would be dangerous all wet, and managed to spill some hot water down my bulbous stomach and on the left foot! 
I got the meal served up. By this time, I had resigned myself to the accident, realising that the situation is not going to improve, only get worse. Thus, I enjoyed eating up all of the fodder. Skinless sausages, new potatoes, garden peas, onions and seedless grapes. A pot of lemon yoghourt, a jam tart and some fresh orange juice. A flavour-rating of 7/10 was given.
I remember washing the pots and taking this photo. It seemed to show localised showers falling in the distance.
on the Ottoman, and empty, so I assume I did take the evening doses. 
03:30hrs: I woke up, requiring the traditional wee-wee. But for some reason, the Porcelain Throne was not needed. 
I took the bucket to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised. Washed the hands and contact points, and off to the kitchen to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, and excellently flavoursome it was! Mind you, making the brew, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, again at just the wrong time! I spilt the hot tea, and naturally, it went on the biggest nearby target available, my stomach! Niggleclump!
Through the unwanted and unliked new kitchen, my favourite room, window. (Hahaha!) I tried to take a photo of the morning view. 
I must find time to sort out the medicine drawers. The health Check results were much better this morning, apart from the temperature, at 61.8°f, low I think. The SYS, Dia and Pulse all looked well within the range permitted for a grumpy old fogey? 
The timing of Nicodemus and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was annoying. The moment I started typing, they both kicked off! Even Saccades Sandra had a bash at me! But not for too long. I found a determination and concentration from somewhere and pressed on, ever-correcting mistakes, I’ve likely missed some I suppose. Eventually, I was so glad to get the updating finished, hours later, naturally. 
I went to make another brew, feeling guilty, I haven’t got the ablutions done yet. Scallywag! 
01:30hrs: I came back to semi-life, immediately thinking to myself, ‘Well, that’s a bonus”Hahaha!
I had to remember, not to give myself an Enoxaparin injection this morning, until the Phlebotomy Nurse arrives, she’s going to watch me, and assess if I am alright to do it on my own. The updating of yesterdays post, which will take some time. So much happened yesterday that I have not had a chance to write in yet. I must ask if the INR blood level test needs doing today. I need to find out if the Audio clinic, Foot clinic and Deep Vein … No, there’s too much going on in the head here! 
The feet were hurting so much again. However, they didn’t look too bad when I took this snap of them. I prayed I would not have another toe-stubbing, though! Hehe!
Got the kettle on, and the Health Checks were done. The results were a lot better than yesterdays. Sys had come down from 177 to 158. The temperature showed as just ‘Low’. Took the medications with some spring water, and made a mug of Assam tea. 
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Ah, that reminds me, I’ve some Cashew nuts coming today via Amazon! I’ll check the tracker, now. Pretty close, then, ETA 11:15 > 13:50hrs. 
I had an email from Jenny. Sent one back and phoned her, she will come to collect the tissues and milk and leave money through the letterbox. I put out the carriers for her. The wonderful lady of Merit picked them up minutes later, rang the chimes and put the money through the letter-box. She’s helping so many people. She used to work helping Stroke victims a long time ago and understands the problems. She’s still at it long after retirement. Bless Her Cotton Socks ♥.
The innards have settled down a bit now. I had a check on the latest Corovavirus figures. 
I was so tired now, I threw some chicken, took the mushrooms from the crockpot and tomatoes on a plate, and buttered two wholemeal rolls. It was a plain, unattractive, unappetising meal, but enough for me for now. So, weary! 
I had to return to the kitchen again, to make sure that I’d not left the taps running, stove on, fridge door open and had closed the windows properly shut. 
1
: I’m afraid I didn’t make it in time! Self-embarrassment-Mode-Adopted! The evacuation was accompanied with a bash at the crossword book. I amazed myself and got a few answered. But the Accifauxpas in not arriving at the Porcelain Throne in time took away any sense of pride or worth. Say no more! Gruffshameblowit!
A trickle of self-loathing and worthlessness, combined with an almost painful embarrassment lingered. 
morning. I got the kettle on, and the equipment out for the Health Checks. My BP was worryingly high!. The Sys showed up as 177! The temperature came out as 68.5°f. 
Then I wondered if there are any at-home INR test kits available, and how much they might cost. 
The ablutions to be done next. A stand-up washing and shave session. As it was too early to use the shower, for fear of disturbing my neighbours.
A couple of dropsies, no shaving cuts, and no knocking into or anything over. No dizzies, no stubbed toes! Brilliant! Now I was cheering up a bit, getting back to my usual self! 
I thanked her, she left the bag of needs behind the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, rickety recliner, and off she went. 
It didn’t take me too long to get it cooked, 40 minutes from start to finish. The bread had thawed-out alright, and was so soft and tasty.