TFZer Pattie ♥
Wednesday 1st July 2020
Welsh: Dydd Mercher 1af Gorffennaf 2020
03:00hrs: I’d had about six hours kip! But, somewhat unfortunately broken for many wee-wees of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, of a cloudy grey colour. But no complaints about this, for I felt a little livelier this Wednesday morning. That is of the mind, not physically, for Saccades, Sandra woke at the same time as I did. Psychologically, I was frisky, but with a mental unclarity, with certain inveterate stupefactions lingering in the background? Uncertainties, lack of confidence and unrecognisable fears.
But, I certainly appreciated getting some Sweet Morpheus in. Albeit, with some vertiginousness of mind, and a lingering unexplained nervousness and apprehension. Why? That is the question that needs an answer. Preferably with kyriolexy, and not some obscure dug-out, with vague logicality’s in the explanation, that encourages only further confusions and worries. I waffled on there a bit, sorry!
I extracted my humungous heavily-bellied body from the recliner, caught my balance, and woggled off, stick in hand, to the wet room for another wee-wee. The same mode again, and taking this, the need for the Porcelain Throne to be sat on arrived.
One of the more excruciating sessions this one! Not messy, Karki in colour. Massive, and a bit bloody. All finished in record time, though. Which is probably why it stung so much.
The pins and plates looked a little battered and bruised. But they weren’t hurting any more than usual? The pins looked like they had lost a bit of weight? The knees have not looked so good in a long time, is Arthur Itis on holiday? Hahaha! The veins seemed to be making their minds up whether to surface or not today?
I got freshened up and a new pair of PPs on, and with no injuries as well!
I did take a moment to outstare the Sock-Glide before I left the wet room. If he had eyes, they would have been glaring at me, threateningly! Desperate to draw blood and bruise me, supply my fingers with more black welts again! He must be in a right bad mood now! With the toes uncut for so long, it’s been months since I’ve been able to wear socks or shoes, it’s just too painful.
I’m dreading the Podiatrist opening, firstly the agony of having the nails cut, the ulcer bled and the corns trimmed! But mostly, the fear of having to use the sock-glide again! I still have scars from my last battle with the dreaded Sock-Glide in April. I’m wandering off-course again here! A moment of insanity mayhaps, sorry about that!
Off to the kitchen, where the twinkling lights of Nottingham greeted me through the unwanted, light & view-blocking windows. I got the kettle on and opened one of them to take these photos, and the wind was nippy as it blew in. I took the first shot in Auto mode, the second in the Night Landscape mode.
I got a mug of Glengettie Gold tea poured out, and the need for a wee-wee returned, so, off to the wet room. And what a change in style this release was! A PLAVC (Long-Painful-And-Various-Coloured) mode. I swear it changed colour half-way through, from a cloudy grey to an even more cloudy orange?
The health checks were done. The Sys and Dia were a bit higher this time, the ear temp showed as ‘Low’.
I got on the computer and started to update the Tuesday post. Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis bothered me a bit. But fantastically, Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shoulder-Shuddering -Shirley were both being kind to me. Confusionalising me!
With determination, I got the updating finished, but Saccades Sandra mainly, caused it to be a three-hour-plus job! I had to keep stopping to wait for the vision focusing to return. Three wee-wees were needed during this session. All three of them were of the PASL (Powerful-Apricot-Short-Lived) variety. But it makes wee-weeing a bit more interesting, not knowing what colour or how powerful things will be!
When they lasered the Cancer in the bladder, I recall the Doctor telling me that this change of colouration may initially be active. Hehehe! That was in 1982, and it’s just started!)
I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and nibbled some seedless grapes while the kettle boiled. When I realised I had eaten such a lot of grapes, it dawned on me, I had not turned the kettle on. So I did!
I took a shot from the light and view-blocking, unliked kitchen window, to the left, and then right.
As I made the tea, I had to hobble off for another wee-wee. This time it was a rare, SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) one, back to deep orange in colour. Still, it kept the interest going. What will the next one be like, I thought, TTPOT, (Thrusting Tyrian Purple Trickling mode?) Hahaha!
The ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ tune rang out from the doorbells. It was Jenny who’s left a bag of stuff for me outside. Lemon mousse and yoghourt, bless her cotton socks. She’d even given me som foil oven trays after reading yesterdays blog ♥! I rang her to thank her. An angel within my midst!
I got the potatoes from the slow cooker into the saucepan. Added some beef granules and balsamic vinegar into the remaining crock-pot liquid, and got the pod peas out to shell them. And what a tale to tell!
I opened the bag of Morrison’s 454g bag of peas, they had a 4th July sell-by date on them. Most of the big bag went straight in the waste bin as I sorted them out to find some that were at least pretend-fresh! I noticed a few that I started to open had worms and or insects in the pod. So I double-checked every one that I podded. I also looked in the water in the saucepan I’d dropped the earlier peas into, for any sneaked in insects floating or swimming in the liquid!
Part of the way through an insect crawled out on my finger. I began to investigate what it might be, it didn’t look like it had wings, but it bit my finger and flew away as I was about to photograph it!
Well, I never! I wonder if there are any entomologist (I’ll just check I’ve got the right word on Google – yes, okay), living in the blocks of flats? Hehehe!
The peas that got in the saucepan were few and far between, especially for the £1.50 they cost. I added a lot of demerara sugar to the pan and checked on the Pork Shoulder I’d put in the slow-cooker with the gravy.
I eventually made a brew, and then went on Facebooking on the TFZer and Winwood Heights pages. Had to stop, flashing picture been put up. Saccades-Sandra kicked of big-time. I couldn’t even comment on here for hours. Focusing and vision terrible. I may have to stop going on Facebook, even if I do enjoy it so much. I do not want to go through this again.
I went to get the ablutions done. But couldn’t see to shave or shower safely. Couldn’t do any art creation work either.
Struggled to get the nosh prepared. And part-way through doing so, Saccades Sandra dissipated, and boy was I glad she did! As quick as she came on.
This, I think, helped me enjoy the meal so much more. A had a bit of success with this one—worth all the faffing about and time it took to get it made. The pork Shoulder steaks were tasty, well, everything was, really. I put some butter on them and the potatoes. The Jenny-supplied lemon mousse went down smoothly afterwards, with some home-made spring water, mixed with a drop of orange cordial. Flavour Rating: 8.7/10!
This nosh and the getting free of Saccades vision problems were a double-treat!
However, the edge was taken from the sensation when I went to wash the pots! ‘Ich war a wenig ahntoisht’, when I dropped the plastic washing-up liquid bottle, and it broke as it hit my foot then the floor! Not really annoyed, but pee’d off a smidge. I got it cleaned up, I now have a clean patch of floor, surrounded by tiles that still need cleaning. Hehe!
I got settled down again eventually, and there were three on-the-trot episodes of Law & Order showing on channel 21, ‘5-USA’. I planned to stay down in the chair and enjoy them. So, I got the medications taken good and early, in case I forgot later. Then began the viewing.
I got the legs and feet up on the swivel chair. I would have used the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner, but of course, this no longer works, after Brother-in-Law Pete broke it playing with the controls when I was in hospital as he stole my valuables while flat sitting. Hehehe!
What a farce! I kept nodding-off for a few minutes, missing or losing the plot of the story-line, for hours. Waste of time watching it!
However, after getting up for a wee-wee and resettling in the chair – Heaven! I fell asleep, and without any wee-wee interruptions, kipped for five hours straight! Fantastisch!
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. 
04:30hrs: I came back to semi-reality, with Toothache Thomas giving my bother, and in need of a wee-wee. I’d taken about four wee-wees overnight, and can’t figure out why I didn’t make use of the bucket, and instead, I struggled to the wet room each time? 
Arthur Itis’s knees were again not to hurting at all, but the joints were so stiff. (The toes and feet were enough to be going on with, anyway) The absence of bother from Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Back Pain Brenda, were all noted, and appreciated! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was twitching as if getting ready to launch an attack Humph! And Shaking Shaun could be felt causing a few minor juddering moves on the legs. Overall though, things could have been a lot worse. 
Had the SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) wee-wee. The same style as most of yesterdays leaks. Washed my hands, and wiped the contact points, off to the kitchen. The morning was light I thought at first, then it dawned on me that I’d got up a lot later than I usually do, this morning. I still got about five hours kip in, nodding off so late as I did. 
Food required now. My phagomania had to be satiated. 
Feeling a tad easier now, I’ve filled the stomach. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was still giving it to me, she’s been a right pest today. So extra care (Not that you can do anything about it) was taken when I went to do the washing up. 
02:30hrs: I stirred into mock-life, realised I needed a wee-wee, and dismounted the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. 
The Throne session was similar to yesterdays. Quick, not messy, but so painful! After flushing three times, I gave up. I’ll give it another try later. Tsk! 
Arthur Itis knees were slowly getting to that early-warning stiffness again. Avast, all ye landlubbers! There be rain, or a storm coming soon! I don’t know why I said that? Hehehe!
Got the kettle on, and did the health checks. The sphygmomanometer readings were pretty good. The thermometer just indicated as ‘Low’. I took the medications, and bad a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and very tasty it was, too! For a few seconds… 
my request to confirm the cancellation of my subscriptions. 
Time to get the ablutions done. 
First:
I made an impulse move towards doing the washing, but stopped myself! There’s no point in doing them until I get my nosh ready. As I am having the left-overs from Josie’s nosh. I’ve got it all planned out what I’m going to have. 
I got on the computer and updated this diary up to here. 
Not one of better, indeed one of my worst meals ever. I’d got so many things wrong with the cooking and prep work, I threw more of it away than what I ate! 
03:15hrs: I woke to want a wee-wee, wrangled free of the recliner, wobbled to the wet room, by which time, a Porcelain Throne release was also needed. 
The legs looked rather bland this morning. I miss the Clopidogrel lumps, bruises, spots, and welts. Even some of the veins had withdrawn from the skin surface? Indeed, they looked like a standard pair of pins… almost!
The health Checks went well. 
On the computer, and tried to contact WordPress. No luck. I changed, updated, my payment to them, and sent an email to confirm that this will stop my previous cancellation. Got a message on screen; They are dealing with a large number of inquiries and will reply within 24-48 hours. Now, this sounds like a simple enough job, but in reality, I spent over two bumbling-harassing hours at it. Cracklepackers! 
With the stress and worry over the subscription cancellation being cancelled being unconfirmed and all the struggling to understand what I was doing, I was feeling light-headed and confused, and decided to make a brew, and sit down for a few minutes. I sat on the recliner, and broke the headphones! Which didn’t do a lot to calm me down? Brambackleshittums! 
The sun coming up from behind the flats, well, it was trying. It made a decent shot, though.
Better get the ablutions tackled then. Blimus, it’s nearly midday already! Be back soon, I hope. 
It landed on, and between the cooker top and the counter. On both hard surfaces, there was not a crack in the mug!?!?! I
Hello, the sun’s made it out at last. And beautiful it is, too, with the cloud patterns. I took a photograph of the view, got the kettle on. And made a start on CorelDrawing. Got a graphic or two done, which was pleasing, with me being so suddenly tired.
Nosh to be prepped.
Sleep came, and to keep up the surprises-record for the day, I got 6 hours head-down! Grrreat!
02:40hrs: No clinomania, or uhtceare this morning. After stirring and giving the grey-cells a moment to activate, I was in an unexpectedly perky frame of mind. Why I’ve no idea at all, but I was soon tackling and heaving the distorted, gross body from the recliner. Up got to my feet, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and was limping off to the bucket for a wee-wee. For a PSLWW (Powerful-Short-Lived-Wee-Wee). 
look through the thick-framed, letting rain in, unable to reach to wash, photographer-hating designed, new window. I took this snap, in auto-setting, of the morning view. There had been some more rain overnight, but not a lot. I sense we are going to get some, Arthur Itis tells me! I closed the window, and ent to make a brew, of Glengettie Gold tea.
My kakorrhaphiophobia was miffed for a few minutes or so, by some testing Accifauxpas. But somehow I did not get uptight or annoyed at all? 
I dropped the milk making a right mess on the floor and my legs. I just quietly cleaned it up, no inner-cursing or bad language? 
Still relatively calm, I got the BP tests done. The results on the sphygmomanometer seemed fair enough. The thermometer showed 73°f. I was still puzzled as to why I was so calm about everything? Perhaps the last few problematical and testing nychthemerals, made me realise that things could always be worse?
The toes were stinging, so I took off the slippers. Then thought about it, not such a good idea after all; if I do any toe-stubbing, there’ll be no padding. Haha! I put the slippers back on, (it hurt though, Tsk!) 
Leaving the room, with the towel, camera and bottle of olive oil to refill, and things in my hands. I realised I had not turned off the wall-heater, or checked to see if the taps had been left running. So, (for me) I rushed back in, and of course, the shower chair was in a different position than usual after the fracas with it earlier… and I stubbed my right little toe on the metal leg! Gramshackle-Globberisations! Spittlisations! 
I took a couple of pictures with the Canon, of the stubbed toe and my knees, it seemed to be still working. Phew! The pins and patellas were looking extremely good! Their best for months! Clopidogrel Clive and the varicose veins had abated as well? I risked allowing a short period of Smugness to ove
I made up three small bags and didn’t need the walker, the bags were so little, it was easy for me to carry them. I put the camera in my pocket (See? I don’t always forget, Hehehe), and using the wooden stick, I hobbled to the waste chute room. The rain or shower was falling again, and I caught it on camera. 
Gave up on the computing, and got a meal sorted. I didn’t eat it all, which is a rarity.