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I dropped off to sleep easier last night. Three hours later, I burst almost nervously wide awake to find myself needing the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), with once again, a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling) following the main event. That did it, of course. I tried but could not get back to sleep. So I was up and about before midnight again! Humph!.
Around midnight, I hobbled into the kitchen and was well pleased with the view from the window.
Returned to fetch the Lumix camera to use its night-view option; I was determined to catch the clouds before darkness hid them from view.
going to reach for the camera that was charging, I knocked a bottle of spring water off of the ottoman; Guess what it fell on?
Smack on the poor right foots Onychovryptosis: ingrowing toenail! Of course, I just smiled and laughed it off! Got the Lumix taken to the kitchen and took these three pictures on the left of the first part of Saturday morning.
I was pleased with how they came out, not smug, just satisfied with them, compared to yesterday’s efforts.
Made a brew of J Sainsbury’s Brown Label tea… or is it Red Label? Not sure? I went to the computer, booted it up and got sphygmomanometerisationing! I like to drop the odd long words now and then. It’s a habit of mine called sesquipedalian loquaciousness. Oh, I’m glad I’ve used those words at last on my blog; I’ve been meaning to for months. Hehe!
Ay-up! , , , .
: Grrreat! astonishing, wonderful, stunning, spectacular, startling, absolutely stupendous… in fact, I’d even say intimidating. SYS 135, PULSE 82, and Temperature 35.1°f were all in the Green Zone! The DIA was in the Amber at 77!
The best days returns on the Health Checks for… well, I can’t recall having a better one! I probably have had one, but it was way back, if at all!
, several times. Then I added an illusionary medal and upped it to Class One, Grade A!
I thought at first, I can’t wait to see what it is like tomorrow… then things suddenly calmed down, and my moment of sheer joy dwindled down to one of contentment with reservations. You see, my EQ spoke to me… He just said, “Don’t expect too much, mate!” So, I didn’t”
Went on the WordPress Reader. Hurrah! I worked dedicatedly, diligently and resiliently on updating the Friday blog… Okay, then; I made an error after bloomer got lost a couple of times altogether; One when I went for a wee-wee and couldn’t pick up the thread I was on before… and another when I went to unlock the door for the Carer coming. I was in CorelDraw at the time, and when I got back, I started to decorate the wrong page Thursdays, not Fridays and got all mixed up with what photos were for which day. was on form.
But after an hour or so, it was beginning to make part sense and progress with the correctionalisationing, then…
rang, and Charly came in. My mind was a little muddled (Nothing new there). Charly got the medications done, and absolutely amazing; I realised that I’d not had the two yellow Omeprazole capsules, only one. No idea how I remembered, but was so glad I did. Because has been far less bothering since the Doctor doubled the dosage. Charly hasn’t been since the change to two a day. We had a natter, but I’m blown if I know what about. I think I did a lot of talking that may have been slightly jumbled up. Tsk!
Charly took the waste bags and treats in thanks with her as she left.
I poddled back to the computer and sat, all confused as to what and where I was doing and up to before Charly arrived.
I wasn’t exactly in top form this morning. And decided to leave blogging for a while and decided to get something to eat. Got some chips into the oven and titivated the kitchen a smidgeon while they cooked.
Getting the tray of chips out of the oven… now I know this may be hard to believe… I burnt my knuckle in the oven tray.
Got some Germolene on it, and the ointment bubbled! Hahaha!. Note the clenched fingers? That was because Colin Cramps had just kicked off.
As I was laying the meal tray, I dropped the pot of lemon Soya yoghourt, which proceeded to hit my foot, and the tub burst open…
I think EQ was right to warn me not to get too excited.
Cleaned the mess and me up. And settled to eat this extremely early meal.
The buttered Sourdough cob is what I’d saved in a food bag in the fridge from yesterday. The chips and tomatoes with it were worth a food rating of 8/10.
Slept for a dream-filled three hours. No sense of what they were about.
Got back on the blog updating and gave up trying to get it spot-on. I posted the error-filled Inchcock Today off to WordPress. Set creating this template… and fell asleep in the computer chair!
Woke up in the jump.
I took these photos two pictures on the right, out through the glass in the balcony windows. The car park on the front, and the ens one. Caught the little fog walking its owner out through the mudslide route onto Chestnut Way, the end car park.
I took a portrait-shaped shot of the dead-end of the car parking.
Does it look to you as if the white van is parked on top of the grey roof of the electricity/maintenance shed?
It does to me. Then again, I have the assistance of Glaucoma Gladys, Cataract Katie and Saccades-Sandra in my pareidolia and apophenia figure and funny things searches.
There seem to be a lot of vehicles parked up this morning… oh, it’s afternoon now.
The cars on the left will be electric-powered ones, using the recharging units the Nottingham City Homes have kindly fitted during the upgrading of Winwood Heights.
I wonder if they might get some mechanical Aorta-Valve replacement charging units installed? Hehehe!
Another hour in the land of nod – all very welcome, even in bits and pieces.
When I woke up, the place had gone all dark early in the afternoon. A bit of drizzling outside.
I took these photographs of the Carer’s Table and kitchen window to show how dark it suddenly was.
The bottom one, which I cannot remember taking, let alone why I took it? If I took it?
Just all a part of the mysteries and enigmas of Woodthorpe Court! The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for me to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and baffle me! And a Lumix camera that seems to take photos of its own accord.
Possibly assisted by and maybe .
I got on with creating this blog. The mistakes, errors and mind blanks persisted in hampering me.
But I did do better this session. That was until I decided a mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea would go down a treat. Off to the kitchen.
The light did not come on!
A good job I had the nosh early. Of course, it’s too late now to ask for help by ringing the maintenance people. No staff on at the weekends.
Oh, lucky me!
And where did the time go? The evening Carer is due shortly already. It’d gone 18:00hrs! Mind you, the Carers tend to come much later at the weekends. I’m always woken up by them. Getting back to sleep… well, mission impossible.
Pressed on with a file of words to use for the Odes, it was recorded as last being saved on Nov 5th, 2017… about time I got it sorted. Hehe!
Arrived, it was Charly. Been a long day for her. Got the meds sorted. She opened the curtains when she heard the fireworks. I couldn’t hear or even see them with the blinds drawn to. After Charly had gone, I spent ages in the kitchen, trying to catch some rockets going off in the night sky.
Unbelievable how I managed to miss them so easily! Only three of the pictures had any on the frame, and they were so small.
I seem to e having problems with the Lumix camera again.
Not that I counted them, but I felt I’d taken about twelve frames.
When it came to loading them into the computer – there were five that said: ‘Unable to read this…’ I even had to try deleting each one several times before the camera did so?
Four were so bad that I didn’t even bother with them. Which left me with several pictures that had not even made it onto the SD card again?
I got them on the computer and turned everything off. Disappointed!
As I was getting closed down, at about 21:30hrs, the noisy sod in the flat above started knocking and banging again. We will have to meet and discuss this.
Was again reluctant to allow me some shut-eye. I put the TV on and watched a programme about Morecome & Wise… a long one too.
Then Morpheus relented, I the usual waking up for no apparent reason, maybe saying a naughty word, but then got off again. Maybe eight times in the five glorious hours in total in the land of nod. Didn’t wake up properly until 06:00hrs… so that was better, but could be better still… Stop moaning, Inchcock!
Life is a dretch, so you may as well turn off the killswitch!