♥ Our TFZer Angel, Gladys ♥
Monday 1st February 2021
Maori: Mane 1st Pepuere 2021
02:35hrs: Yet another night of broken sleep patterns. Shame that! Still, needing a wee-wee, and the Vampire Nurse being due to remove my blood early today, I had to rise from the £300, second-hand, c1968, excrescent, horrendously-grungy, beige coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner.
I caught my balance easily enough, and I made my way to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and painfully rid myself of about three eggcups full of wee-wee, with even more of the stubborn PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with.
Relieving myself, I got a message from the EQ. It was not a clear one, but sort of mixed signals that didn’t warn me, but rather advised me to absorb what was coming along soon and analyse the situation and make a positive decision. Very vapid and vague, but that what was revealed to me?
I emptied and cleaned the overnight bucket, and hobbled to the kitchen, with Cartilage Cathy’s knee giving way a couple of times en route. I tried to link this with the EQ message, but am sure not connected.
I took the hanging to dry green quilt down from the coat hanger on the rail above the sink. And laid it on the server-trolley, in such a position, that the damp parts, top and bottom, were nearest the wall heater. Cunning eh? I’m mastering this, you know!
I did the Health Checks, starting with the dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer.
The SYS had tumbled down to 145, the first time it’s been those low in many a month?
The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and jolly reliable contactless battery-powered thermometer, looked close to turning into amber from green, showing the body-temperature of 37.2° Centigrade. 98.96° Fahrenheit.
An urgent summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne followed. So, I went to the wet room as instructed, without delay. Haha! A good job I did, too!
Only a bit nifty work in dropping everything and getting down on the seat saved an embarrassing situation from occurring! The evacuation started before I’d actually got my rear end settled! The PTDDSB (Porcelain-Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle) was won hands down by Trotsky Terence this morning. Constipation Konrad was well beaten out of sight. And messy, it certainly was, the cleaning up afterwards took me ages. Made worse, by the cisterns inability to cope with the mass of the downloaded product. The multiple refilling of the water tank, and my dropping the water jug, and more bending down to sort out the mess, surrounded by the pungent aroma, had me feeling rather drained, pained and mordacious! Tsk! 
Still, I didn’t mind. Ahem!
After being up for what felt like half a day, I finally got around to updating the Sunday (I do hate Sundays!) blog.
Blessedly, and amazingly, apart from Cartilage-Cathy (who did not affect the typing, only the concentration), and SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley frequently attacking; the other ailments were in a good mood with me. Which meant I got the blog updated in an efficient time scale. Smug-Mode-Adopted, and Smirking with swaying-head, and Satisfied-Smile, that gave way to blooming great laugh, breaking out, too!)
I posted off the IT diary, emailed the link, and went on Facebooking updating. Then went on the WordPress Reader, and answered some comments. I was getting a smidge, worried, with things going so well? I even got the jobs done in time, so no need to rush the ablutions before the nurse was due to,
I had over an hour, to get the shaving-shower etc. done! I put the computer in sleep mode (I wish I could that with me), and off to the wet room.
The teeth cleaning proved no bother! The shaving, only four dropsies, and only two tiny nocks that hardly bled at all!
The showering, well, was brilliant! Only two dropsies, no dizzies, no tumbles, no hitting into anything, Grrreat! Drying off, only the one dropsies; that was the towel – but it did so several times. Hehe!
The medicationalisationing went fair, too! The legs looked a little blotchy, but I think that was due to the lighting in the wet room.
I got some handwashing done and hung above the kitchen sink.
Then, a surprise, a wee-wee. It had been ages since I had one. Not that I wanted to have one, but the changes in the wee-weeing habits seem to change several times a day. Just thought I’d mention it.
I got the waste bags sorted out and stacked up on the trolley-walker in the hallway, with a box of recyclables on the top of the pile.
It’s going to be interesting getting that to the waste room chute. (For interesting, you may consider using ‘risky’. Haha! My plan was to take the small bags to deposit in the waste funnel, the not take the glass and recycling boxes on down to the caretaker Robert’s bins. Next, to call on Ballerina Warden Deana, and ask her to arrange the Covid-19 inoculation for me. A plan…me? Having a plan! Scary!
The intercom rang forth and flashed, and the angelic-looking mask of the Haematology Nurse appeared on the intercom screen. I admitted her and went to get a shirt on quickly because I didn’t want to scare her by making her look at my lardaceous, protruding wobbly-belly. Fairs, fair!
A cheery soul she was, efficient too. She soon had the blood taken, filled the missed-medications form in for me as well. As she was leaving, they are always in a rush. (That or want to get away as fast as possible from me for fear of catching something, Hahahaha!) I asked if she had children a hone, and she said yes, so I gave a boy and girls facemask 
from the ones I’d bought, mistakenly thinking they were adult ones (Waste not, want not). I’ll find someone today to give the others to.
I got the walker-trolley out into the lift lobby, and down to the far end to the waste-chute room. It was a close call, but UI got there without losing or dropping anything.
Put the nine small bags down the funnel, and I took the empty box back to the flat, then down with the nibble bags, full recycling box, Covid-19 letter and the other two facemasks. I sound almost organised today, don’t I? As I say, worrying innit? Worse with EQ’s cryptic message for the day.
Down in the lift, and met Doris, we fought our way through the lobby that was being done-up. Out and to the bin, left the bag of recyclables, no sign of Robert. Then I carried on to the Winwood Court and the warden’s, Obergruppenfürheress Deana,
Reichs Inspekteuress Julie interrogation office.
I handed the bag to Deana and begged her for help with the vaccination paperwork, she told me to sit down in the lobby, while she sorts the dates and times our for me, bless her cotton socks.
Mary was in the lobby, we chatted, but neither of were sure what the other one was saying, made worse by the facemasks.
This reminded me, and I inquired if anyone had kiddywinks at home, but no. Deana came out and said she has got me an appointment for the Covid-Vaccine giving, at 11:10 hrs on Friday 12th February, and the follow-up one on Saturday 1st May at the same time. Both at the Djanology School on Gregory Road near the Forest ground. Which will mean four buses, two, each way, or a taxi both ways on those days, my heads in a daze… She had written the dates down for me to put in my calendar, bless her cotton socks.
I asked if the foot-lady was still open, Deana said no, so that’s the end of my Friday appointment then, Humph!
I thanked her, and as I got outside, I thought I’d take a photo of the note with the times. Just in case I lost it. Ahem!
I walked along Chestnut Way back to the flats.
I met Robert on the way, and I put the glass jars that I’d forgot to do earlier, in the green glass bin. He had kids at home, so I gave him the camouflage and pink children’s 
facemasks, back up to the flat.
First thing, I put the date and times of the vaccine appointments into the Google Calendar.
Then I got the photos uploaded to CorelDraw to resize and sort them
.
I made a brew of Glengettie, and I took this photo on the right, of Chestnut Walk below the flats.
Back to the computer, and updated this 
blog for a few hours.
Then got the Wax Clearer kit out that was delivered yesterday.
The instructions were far to small to read. I did a search for my magnifying glass, after half an hour or so, I gave up.
I took a photo of the English Translated instructions.
Then also gave up on understanding them, and I got the old soft-screw one out and used that.
A couple more hours updating, and I was feeling shattered, so gave up trying to do any more on the computer.
I made a tasty brew, Glengettie of course, and took the evening medications. (I fact, I found in the morning that I hadn’t imbibed them, when I found the pot of tablets stuck in the folds of my blubbery stomach, Tsk!)
Too tired for owt to eat. Washed and settle in the c1968 recliner, stayed awake to watch Tales of the unexpected, and part of a Kitchen Nightmare episode, and Sweet Morpheus took over at last. Thank heavens for that!
I mused over the airing rack at the medications and pondered over the best way to arrange things, so I do not forget to put the five, and four a day eye drops in. Then thought about a way – or tried to think about a way I can assure I’ll stop missing the evening medications. The thinking and planning lasted about 30 seconds. 
The Boot’s Chinese made in Hong Kong Sphygmomanometer, gave another high reading of 160 for the SYS. I still can’t believe that three medical professionals told me on Sunday that the BP was just fine, one of them actually, said it was perfect? 
Harold’s Haemorrhoids were going through the grind with these hard evacuations, gave them some extra ointment this morning.
As I was putting the slipper on, I noticed how calm the ankle was looking again. I wonder if the usual ailments have noticed the new intruders, the eye and diabetes, and are taking it easy with me? 
Jentacular thoughts came to mind. I went to the kitchen to look in the overflowing fridge to see if I fancied anything in p[articular. Not-half! I made up a plate of mini-pork and pickle pies. A disc of Marmite cheese, black grapes, tomatoes, a pickled egg, and strawberry yoghourt. Took it with me to the computer, and had half-an-hour watching YouTube. 
01:45hrs: I woke, wrestled out of the recliner, and wobbled worryingly-wearily, (I’d had a good four-hours kip?) and without Metal-Mickey, to the wet room. 
I opened the window to take this rather pitiful photo of the morning sky. The wind and rain blew in, and my being naked at the time, it didn’t half make me jump as my overweight, adipose, avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, paunchy, plump, ponderously-portly pot-bellied midriff got cold and wet!
Then made the brew of Glengettie tea, and started doing the Health Checks. Gladly, the ear-thermometer is working still, after Matron Julie told me not to use the pod covers, and offered forth a reading of 35.1°c, a lot better.
The Boot’s BP machine (also working again?) showed th
As I was putting things away, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrives, so off to the wet room. A much easier evacuation than yesterday’s were. I took a snap of the foot and leg, the ChilliCon-Carne burn came out in it looking bad, but it wasn’t at all, the only pain was if I touched it? And the colour was a little weird to me. When I have the shower, later on, I bet it fades as the colouring from the chilli is washed away. Hehehe! (Sherlock Holmesian Mode Adopted! 
I got o the computer, and downloaded the photographs from yesterday and this morning. I came across this one on the right, not the foggiest idea how I managed to take it? Plainly, it was taken in the kitchen, cause of the flooring and waste bins. But when and why, remains one of the great mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Spectres, Spirits, Spooks, Eidolons, Wairuas, Kehuas and the Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to torment and frighten the bejesus out of me! I just thought I’d mention it. 
nsteady and a cracking headache started, the mind was befuddled, confused as well. This didn’t bode well at all. 
I made my way to the kitchenette and got the kettle plugged in and turned on. Then started the Health Checks. I began with the Enoxaparin injectionalisationing. I do like these new hypodermics, far less painful than the old ones, to use, but no blue blood squalls are showing afterwards, at all? 
BP sphygmomanometer showed that the SYS had gone down well from yesterday’s 171. 
Back to Health Checking. The fancy new infrared thermometer came up with a temperature form the forehead, of 33.5°c, which seems fair enough. 
I made the brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, dropping the milk sachet as I emptied it into the mug. Clapbogsworthyness! More bending and cleaning again! Tsk! 
Of course, I wasn’t upset, annoyed or irked in the slightest about SSS making me have to clean up and go through the agony of going on my knees, and washing the floor. Or the even more painful task of getting back up on my feet. No, I took it all in my stride, almost jocularly, casually, with a pinch of salt! Huh!
I got the waste-bags made-up, collected and collated, the onto the three-wheeler walker trolley. Rather a lot of them today, but I coped without any hassle to get them to the chute-room and deposited down the tube.
A lot of dank-rain and sunshine as midday approached, ever-changing. 
I got the can of Chilli in the saucepan on a low light and added some tomato & basil sauce, and Jenny’s yellow and red tomatoes sliced to the mix and stirred it well. 
Oddly at the very time that I was writing this down, my £889, Nokia 8.3 5G, with 171.9 x 78.56 x 8.99mm, 220g Side fingerprint scanner, and Google Assistant button, Punch hole camera, LCD 21:9, 60Hz, and 6.81-inch display, rang and lit up. 
I took the medications. Washed, jammies on, got the nosh sorted. This canned Chilli-Con-Carni is not half-bad at all. I had two mini-pots of lemon mousse, and some brown bread thins with it. Using the tomato and basil cooking sauce in it, made things just a tad hotter than I would have liked, I’d hoped that Jenny’s yellow tomatoes would have calmed it down a bit. But I still gobbled it all up. Mmm! Tim Price, an enthusiast, connoisseur, aficionado, and Bon Vivant of all things ‘Chilli’ would have been proud of me. And also, besides and as well as, he thinks my new-found taste for chilli-con-carne, will keep things flowing in the Porcelain Throne area! I might try some rice with it next time.
As I washed the meal things, well, not the basin, that needed soaking in a bowl for a day or two in bleach and strong washing-up liquid to get the chilli stains out of it. Hahaha!
03:25hrs: I reawakened, passed wind (risky that was), listened to the damned noise of The Hum’, I thought I could also hear music, accepted a message from the bladder that I need a wee-wee. 
Then realised that I’d had just had… wait for it… Six Hours Sleep! 
I got the stick and limped into the kitchen with the food tray I’d not cleared away from last night, and got washing the things up. I then took a photograph of the morning view of Winchester Street, I zoomed in, and when I pressed the ‘take’ button, so many things came on at the same time, for a moment, I thought to myself; “Hello, this is it!”. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died, Shaking Shaun gave me a rattling, and Duodenal Donald stabbed away at me! It was all over in less than a minute, and things went back to how they were? Well, Donald kept on, but far less viciously. Normally, as often happens, the effect on the picture would make me delete any photos as bad as this one, but I’ve shown it, cause the blurred shot, looks a little interestingly ghostly, Haha! 
I got the kettle on and then began doing the Health-Checks. Starting with the stick thermometerisationing. The temperature was a smidge down, but not far out, methinks, it has been a lot lower over the last week. Although it was higher on Wednesday and Thursday. I’m waffling again!
The sphygmomanometer readings were better, at last. After a couple or so days of ridiculously high readings, it had dropped to 157, a bit high, but betterer. 
But this reminded me to update the Bladder and Bowel Control records I’m keeping, as I have been instructed to, to take with me to the St Ann’s Health Centre, when I go for the scans. I finished the Thursday blog updating at last. 
Pinterested some snaps, sent off the links via email and went to make another brew, Glengettie Gold this time. 
As I got on the new slippers with the outdoor soles, I was as pleased as punch, I managed to stick the velcro together on them, with the Jenny supplied short picker-upperer. Smug-Mode-Adopted! Both of the ankles seemed to be a bit more patchy and veiny?
I got the PP’s and trews on, no socks, no shirt yet. And I went to fill in the Bladder and Bowel Control records. Then got the kettle on. I realised as I was pouring the tea, I’d not checked the door for any mail. So, I did. 
There was yet another hand-delivered advice letter. Basically, Nottingham City Homes, my landlords, who used Willmott Dixon to upgrade the flats (About three years ago, still not done yet, but we can blame the protected 
When I got down to the ground floor, I hastened with wobbling trolley to the bus stop, but it pulled-off as I arrived, that’s happened twice in two days now! Swine! 
Getting back home, after the exertions of the wickedly Whoopsiedangled wanderings, I found the INR test results had been delivered, from Wednesday. Then I wrote the ode, while I was still feeling the angst, pain and weariness of the marathon walk.
The new varifocals were already slipping down my nose. Which made all the farce, agony and farting about I had to do to get them, even worse! I was stewing and brewing inside, with the innards now prompting Duodenal Donald to kick-in with his elongated stabbing strikes! Humph!
I got the ‘what I thought’ would be delicious smoked pork in the oven. I have to say, it did look good in the oven tray, and I foolishy got hunger pains as I got it on the rack. 
After taking this picture of the lemon wafers, Wilko washing up liquid and laundry freshener, I dropped a [acket of the biscuits, and trod on it! 
I put the mini-sized frankfurters into the fridge, I’m looking forward to trying these out later on. 
I was deflated, grumpy, and disappointed in the extreme! After such the miserable catastrophe, Whoopsiedangleplop-ridden, crude, bus-missing, painful, embarrassing, and almost crippling and horrible trip to and from Sherwood, and now the disappointment of the £5-plus cut of meat being a disaster tastewise – I was feeling a little down and frustrated! Well, one 
would be, of course! 
A Straight Six-Hours Kip! Yee-ha! 
PIP, (Proximal Interphalangeal Pain) in the right hand’s little finger joints, has never been more tender and painful, I hand to use the left hand to carry the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Where I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne the instant that I’d cleaned the bucket. Just as well that I was so close to the Throne. The bowel-controlled movement was again, rapid, painful, 
and this time a little messy! a stomach ache began after the evacuation had finished. An oddly most happening, that was? 
The stick thermometer indicated that once again, the body-temperature was above 35°c, I can’t tell what the last figure is, a three or a five, I assume. Either of them is a good enough result for me. 
‘Hum’ grow in volume as I was getting the medication things out of the drawers. The sphygmomanometer SYS reading was again far too high! 
I took a snap of the view towards Nottingham and I had to nip back to the wetroom, for a wee-wee. This time it was back to the old regular, CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) style. It took a good while to finish, and a smidge of Diabetes insipidus, after-dribbling. 
I made a brew, and got on the computer, and spent a few hours doing the updating of yesterday’s diary. Weirdly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working like they did before the stroke? Perfectly! They started off later on, of course! 
: The worst thing was when I stubbed my toe against the shower chair. 
Naturally, it didn’t bother me in the least. Ahem! 
I got dressed and had an odd breakfast, of an apple and some potatoes leftovers from the fridge.
Down to the ground floor. Noticing the patchwork on the new lift-lobby, newly screeded floor. Hope it holds when they have the new flooring fitted, I don’t fancy falling through 12 storeys. Hahaha! Only joking of course. 
I called in the ILC’s office on the way to the bus stop, but no one was in. 
I took the medications, and noticed as I stripped for kip – the right leg, (the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke affect right-side of the body), had gone pale and bright, compared to the left leg? 
02:35hrs: I came back to a sort of ersatz life, and was in need of a wee-wee. No surprise there, then. I rose gently from my £300, second-hand, c1968, dilapidated, not-working, cringeworthily beige-coloured, rusty, rickety, recliner, and did so with relative ease. Got the stick and caught my balance, and woggled-wobbly to the EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) and took a rather unexpected LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) wee-wee! There was no AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling), either? I took the bucket and emptied, washed and disinfected it. 
I got feeling instantly guilty, as, on my the way to the kitchen, I espied positive signs of my nocturnal-nibbling activities! And not just a few Quaver packets, but three, an empty yoghourt pot, and a stick from an iced-sucker as well! (Guilt-Ridden-Mood adopted).
To the kitchenette, and got the kettle on the boil, and took a photo of the morning view, with the Nikon, in aperture-priority mode. Not one of my bestest, but still. 
So, I had a look outside to see if I could hear any in the flat’s hallway, but no! 
The stick thermometer read another healthy-looking 35°c. The second day in a row that it has reached 35°, so things seem to be looking up in that department, anyway. So, apart from the silly-high Sys, things appear okay. 
: The ablutions were carried out. A total of only ei
ght dropsies. No toe stubbings, no clearing any shelves or falls! One two mini-shaving cuts. Perhaps an even better session than yesterday! SSSSME Smug-Swank-Superior-Smiling-Mode-Engaged! 
I moved the maroon jacket I’d washed, rung and hung last night, above the kitchen sink, into the wet room to dry a little quicker, and out the wall convector heater on to encourage it.
She seemed pleasant enough, she is about 20-years-old, beautiful, and of course, head over heels in love with me and craves my attention’s and body. Ahem! 
again; Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, falling on the recliner chairs arm. A b
Minutes later, the intercom buzzed and flashed. It was the Vampire nurse. I admitted her, I don’t how she got up to the flat so quickly, she let herself in and raced to wash her hands, then took the blood in record time! The sweet thing was very busy, as she took the blood, she told she had eighteen calls to make, and she’s spent ages trying to find somewhere to park on-site. Bless her! I slipped her a mini-bottle of champagne before she left, and she scurried out to get to her car, worried she might get a ticket. ♥ 
Then, I got the bags on the trolley, and ~I’m not sure even now how I did it, but I got to the waste chute room and deposited the small bags, caught the lift down tot he ground floor, and got out to the bin – all while dragging the large carpet along with me! And what’s more, without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiednagleplops! A definite Smug-Mode adopted, accompanied by a sly-smirk!
I noticed later, that the view outside, looked rather like a Legoland erection. That’s not the right word, is it? Tsk! So I took a photo, and I still think it looks like a toy-town view. The colours being similar and the odd murky lightness perhaps? 
I made a mug of Glengettie tea to replace the Punjana one that’d gone cold, and I returned to the computer. The right foot was itching a bit, so I had a peep at it. The new marks had now grown less intense than earlier? It’s all a mystery to me! 
The questionnaire from CityCare Continence Service. They confirmed the appointment is for 10:@15hrs, at the St Anns Valley Centre. 
Sainsbury order arrived. A mixture of delightful, (Lemon Sole for Jenny), naughty (Limoncello for Josie), and my fishy favourites, and some Farmhouse Sourdough bread (a wickedly tasty-treat for myself!) Potatoes, farls, Surimi, fish sticks etc., Great!
I got the fodder inside and stored away, getting my nosh for the night prepared. A good selection of delights: Buttered Sourdough bread, Irish potato farls, smoked streaky bacon, Jenny-supplied yellow and mini-red tomatoes, egg mayonnaise, pickled extra-strong pickled onions, and some fiendishly sweet after-nibbles of, mousse and black grapes. 
I took the meal things to be washed, and moved the box I’d carried the food into the kitchen with, and came across some ‘Lego-Cards? 
02:30hrs: A befuddled brain greeted me as I stirred into ersatz life. Through the mind’s 
thermometer, it had fallen behind some boxes of tablets in the drawer, the little monkey! Hehehe! 
I had a close look at the feet. The new growth on the top of the right foot was no worse. The ankle ulcer scar was much more lacklustre and fainter. I did see some new papule spots appearing on both patches (ankle and top of the right foot), but they don’t last long as a rule
On CorelDraw to get some page-top graphics done. I must get some in advance! Course Wednesday is going to be a busy-busy day, for Inchcock. Fire Alarm repair by Nottingham City Homes. Warfarin Nurse to take the blood sample, and I must remember to take the Warfarin tablets at the right time; if I remember. Also, l must call the opticians to see when the goggles will be available for fitting and collection. Caroline, the falls-team nurse is calling to test and sort out the new walker-frame. And the Sainsbury order is arriving late again this week. So sleep is bound to be another struggle! persuading Sweet Morpheous to join me will not be easy. Humph!
This visit to the Throne was a little different. I fully expected a rock hard-struggle and got the crossword book out ready. But no! Things went so quickly, painfully still, mind, not messy, not stinky, but the released product was massive! 
I can’t take the carpet that needs taking up either. I’m weary and growing grumpy. The normal routine then! 
lunch, bless her. It’s not doing me a lot of good, because I can never get back to sleep again. I thanked the gal, and decided to take some photo’s of the screeded floor in the flats lobby, I was feeling wide awake, now! Tsk!
04:00hrs: After a most peaceful four-hours of deep-sleep, I stirred back into an imitation of life, and immediately the innards demanded I have a wee-wee and visit the Porcelain Throne. 
You should have seen the walking stick woggling along… Yes, things were starting of their own accord from the rear-end again! Would I make it in time! The few yards seemed like miles…
I clouted my right shoulder on the door-frame entering, this set of SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me some discomfort, and I’m afraid caused the removal of the PPs to be a tad longer to do. I suffered the embarrassment of a premature evacuation! Broggleknockersworth! The motion itself was a messy affair, but it was super-fast, far less hurtful than usual, and only minimum bleeding. 
The cleaning of my magnificently honed, toned, and muscular young torso’s rear area went easy enough. Ahem! 
However, the stick thermometer reading told me it was now up to 34.9°c (94.82°f), which is higher than it has been for months now. So things are looking up in that area, at least! I took the photo a bit clearer this time, used the Nikon. 
As I stripped off, I did notice that the right leg’s Clopidogrel allergy marks had started coming up further on top of the foot. Both of the legs also had many new papules and spots appearing. 
Drying off, medicationalising, and freshening up, bore no real hassle or accifauxpas. Even the furuncle seems to be dying off suddenly, so much reduced pains compared to yesterday. The Smug-Mode Defcon went from Grade 4 to grade 3! Hahaha! 
I got trousers and the long-sleeved maroon zipped-jumper on. No socks needed, so I avoided suffering any bruised, trapped, or bloody fingers again. Then, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. My breakfast was three of the cold potatoes from last night that I had not eaten, some mini-cheddar biscuits, and a banana. Gawd, I live well!
The highlight of my little photo session was the last one I took, as I dropped the Kodak Camera as I was shutting the danged windows! I steered the escaping camera with my left knee so that it fell into the three-wheeled trolly bag on its way down. No damage, I don’t think, I hope not anyway. The photo when I uploaded it, left me guessing what it was of? 
Back on CorelDraw. Got one done, and the fatigue fell again. I’ve it for any concentrationalistical stuff now, going to get some nosh made. As I was making the fodder, the landline burst into life. It was dear, caring Jenny, to tell me she had got me some more yellow tomatoes and would bring them down later when they arrive. Bless her, I wasn’t really up to doing much, I left a bag outside with the milk for the gal to collect. She’s so kind. 
I was sorry I’d got the meal done early, and will miss having the yellow tomatoes, but they will be all the more appreciated tomorrow! Yum! I had a few oven chips for the first time in a while. A tasty nosh, that I gave a Taste-Rating of 802/10. 
As I was finishing off the meal, the door chimes rang out. It was Jenny, who’d left the delightful looking tomatoes outside the door. I got them into the fridge for later, they looked lovely.
I returned to the kitchen, made a brew of Glengettie Gold, took the medications. (Remembering to separate the before and after eating-food tablets, and midday ones – [Massive Smug-Mode-Engaged]) Hahaha! Then got the Health Checks done. 
Still, the stick thermometer gave a decent figure for me. Either 33.1 or 7°c. Which is a tad higher than it has been of late, methinks.
Off to make up a bag or two for the chute, and get the pod peas podded, pronto. 
picker-upper to collect the fallen peas and returned them to the bog, no, bag, on the wheeled s
The clouds were looking attractive.
Hello, that sounds like someone knocking on my door. Not ringing the bells, must be a stranger? I’ll investigate. 
The old memory got a smidge vague here. I’m sure I rang Jenny hile I was making the meal, but can’t find any notes, that I usually scribble to remember and use later. I’m almost sure it was because I suddenly recalled that I had forgotten to ring to thank her for the tomatoes yesterday. I did find some scribbling on the small pad in the morning, that I usually keep on the Ottoman, next to the £300, second-hand, c1968, puke-making, beige-coloured, rickety, not working, rusty recliner, but they were indecipherable. I’ll give Jenny another ring tomorrow, to see if anything arrangement-wise, or decisions were taken during the phone call – or even if I did ring her at all. I shouldn’t try to make calls so late in the day for me. 
The meal came out looking fine and tasty, a reet-treat. I’m almost sure I enjoyed it.