TFZers In the Cool-It-Cabin?
Wednesday 2nd September 2020
Finnish: Keskiviikkona 2 Syyskuuta 2020
01:25hrs: I woke, once again in need of a wee-wee. But my thoughts were of the worryingly crusty feeling from the PPs, no doubt about it, dried blood, caked on. Very gently, testingly and nervously, I inched myself free of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and onto my feet. Caught my balance, and very cautiously, limped to the wetroom to sort things out.
I needed a Porcelain Throne session by the time I’d arrived got to the WC. But needed to sort out the ‘leakage’ first, so ended up unwisely, holding things back while I cleaned up the blood and wrapped and dished the PPs!
Removing the part-calcified haemoglobin was a smidge painful. (I’ll say!) I cleaned the area up quickly and got down to start the Throne session. Huh! Agony is the only word to describe it. But, it didn’t take as long as it has done recently but was a much messier affair. The freshening and medicalisationing was another uncomfortable job. As far as I could ascertain, Harolds Haemorrhoids and the big furuncle had both been leaking blood overnight. I’d determined, that the bluey blood was from the boil, the deep red was from Harold’s piles.
The Germolene and Germoloids creams were spread together all over, and much of it, too! I think I’ve ordered some of both creams on the Sainsbury’s order for Wednesday, next week. I got almost instant gratification when I felt the pain easing within a few minutes of ointments being applied. 
 Thank Heavens!Â
As I wobbled to the kitchenette, I could have sang with joy as the pains from my rear-end, began steadily diminishing, and heaved a genuine sigh of relief.
I took a snap of the window, with the washing hanging up to dry on the curtainless rails. Got the kettle on and took a customary look outside for any signs of nuclear war, fires, or the Lord was returning. I spotted what I thought was a single star, and tried to zoom in on it for a closer shot. But it was not to be, it was a jet aeroplane, and being zoomed in, and with it moving so fast, and unable to steady the hands, I failed at three or four attempts to photo it and gave up. I’m not sure if you can see it, I’ve made the photo larger just in case you can. The plane is near the centre just below half-way down.
I got the Health Checks done, starting with the blood pressure hemadynamometer. Which was not good, the Sys was still too high again, at 161. The pulse and Dia were both okay I reckoned. I’ve stopped trying to use the new in-the-ear thermometer now. Too much bother, it rarely gives a reading in 
numbers, just high or low, anyway. Tsk!
The old stick one was working, and for the first time in ages, the temperature had gone up a smidge, to 34.7°c, not a lot, but at least up a bit on recent days.
I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and took the medications.
Go Computer Cameron going, and used CorelDraw to edit the photo’s on the SHD card. This took me so long, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters didn’t help any, with the nerve-ends coming on and going off-line! Grr!
Many hours later, I’d managed to get the Tuesday blog updated, sent off to WordPress, the link emailed, shots on Pinterest, Facebooked a while, then made a start on this post.
The Vampire nurse is due, I checked the timing on the calendar, and guess what? I found an email come in from Sainsbury’s, telling me that the delivery today will be at 17:30>18:00hrs! Not only had I got the time mixed up, but I was seven days out on the date! What a proper Shmegegge! Fool! Twit!
Disappointed with one’s self, now! I set off for the wet room to get the ablutions done.
Not a single showerhead-dropsies! Yee-ha!
By Jolly-Jingo, that went exceptionally well! No hassle cleaning the teggies, shaving produced not a single cut or nick! Although a fair few dropsies of razors! The showering, despite the water not being too warm for some reason, went great! No showerhead dropsies, just the soap (2), loofah brush (2), and the razor (2), and a not serious at all clunk of the shoulder against the grab bar. Brillmagic!
The medicationalisationing, as was expected after the earlier bleeding, was done with great care, but inevitably the pain factor was not a good one. Overall, this session left me feeling salubrious, and in a Yellow Level ‘Risk-Of-Contentment-Mode’! Hehehe!
Unfortunately, during the drying off and getting the fresh PP’s on, I did clear some of the stuff off of the floor cabinet with the towel. But only a few!
I had to take four wee-wees during this session? All of them of the annoying piddly SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) variety. The now wrinkled left hand, of its own accord, began to imitate a Mr Spock sign? Haha! The redness was pleasant to see, but it soon faded when I exited the wet-room.
To the much-used kitchen again, and made a mug of Glengettie tea.Â
I took a shot of the changing morning sky, with its forming steaky clouds.
Then back onto the computer.
I found this unintentional picture as well on the SDH card. I must have taken it either getting to open or close the window, I suppose. See that? See how keen, alert and sharp I was there, working that out? Ahem!Â
My beloved Vampire, Nurse Hristina, might come early, I hope. I had a nosey at the thermometer prices on Amazon. Ah, the Vampire nurse arrived! I was automatically cheered up even further! The gal was in a rush, I think she’s changed her route around so she could visit me earlier, bless her cotton socks! ♥ She soon had my blood taken, and off she had to fly.
I did an hour of sorting and trying to clean up a bit, but Anne Gyna began a marathon stabbing session, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) went full pelt at me for several minutes. I was done in, shattered, ready to drop.
So I closed the computer, got a drink of water and sat down, fighting the urge to sleep, in case I missed the Sainsbury order arriving!
I felt a little perkier and got up and sorted the PP’s in the wet room, restocked from the rubbish room. They look a little like they are not going to stay in place too long, don’t they? Tsk!
I spent a while sat on the throne, occasionally having a bash at the crossword book, and stewing over my never having thought that I’d end up how I am now. No depression mind, just a smidge of pathetic feeling melancholy, perhaps.
I soon came out of my mini-spell of the blues, as I rose from the plastic seat, and knocked some 
medications off of the floor cabinet top. Then hit my shoulder on the metal bars of the seat raiser, as I bent down to retrieve the objects. Thus, setting SSS off on one of her short Shuddering-Shoulder-Shindigs! Blockstooum!
Into the kitchen to take the belated afternoon medications.
The precipitation was falling with a particular venom when I got into the kitchenette. I caught a bit of the temporary gloom on offer with these two pictures taken from inside of the balcony, not wanting to open the windows and get wet. But the rain still came in through the gaps in the window layout and soaked me. Grangleclogs!
I then got the bags ready to go back to Sainsbury’s, and an empty Amazon box from the junk-room for the Sainsbury’s fodder to go in, as they are no longer supplying carrier bags.
I was sorting some graphics for updating on CorelDraw. Then took some treats to Olive, Limoncello desserts, G&T’s, some 99 calories chocolate noughat bars, and a packet of biscuits. She gave me a tray of green grapes in return. We enjoyed a little chinwag, and I went back to the flat. (All of three paces, Hehe!)
The intercom flashed. It was Sainsbury’s food delivery lady arriving. She was a cheery soul, and she mentioned some substitutes they had made, asking if they were alright, which they were with me (Surami Sticks, different brand). No lemon & lime spring water, or Sourdough bread. She soon had the things put in the box for me and put it through into the hallway for me, too. I slipped her a can of G&T, thanked her, and off she trotted.
I got the fodder through to the kitchen, a veritable feast of fantastic looking, but some naughty foods. A Smidge-Of-Guilt Mode adopted!
I soon got the meal made up, no cooking involved, cause the spuds were already done in the crock-pot, the left-over garden peas were in the saucepan. I tried some of both of the tomato varieties, both were decent flavoured. The grapes were lovely, not too sweet with a slight tang that I enjoyed.
I was worn out by then, I struggled to stay awake while I was eating the meal. Put the things in the bowl to soak, checked the windows, lights, stove etc. and got my handsome features, and muscular-firm body down belatedly, into the c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheous.
But no success! It was hours before I nodded off. Anti-Inchcock Though-Storms being the main reason. Then I felt the need to put things to rights, wars, crime, Coronavirus… you name it! Tsk! Criggleblogsworthisms!
TFZers & Pets ♥
03:30hrs: Woke up, wanting a wee-wee, and a wee one, it was too! I fumbled to get my ever-growing stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand, nauseously beige-coloured, haemorrhoid damaging, rickety recliner, got Metal Mickey, and gingery wobbled my way to the wet room. 
I leaned forward, holding on to the grab bars, and it must have taken me about three-minutes or more to clear the pathetically small amounts of tiny-trickling droplets that sprayed more over the surrounding area and myself than hit made it to the porcelain! (Phimosis-Plato). Another five minutes to clean, antisepticise, and change the PP’s. An excellent start to the day, this is! 
Took my temperature with the stick-thermometer, 34.3°c. Which is higher than it has been for a while, so things were looking up in that department. As I took a good swig of the weak, not-fit-for-the-job Peptac medicine, a sore throat revealed itself! Tsk! 
The knees were looking normal, and almost pretty, though. Hehehe! The left leg seems to be hiding its Clopidogrel, thrombophlebitis, femoral, spider, tibial, and popliteal veins from view? (I’ve had a letter about them from the hospital, and thought I’d show off, here, Hahaha!) But the right leg is still showing some of his veins, lumps, and growths off? Most peculiar! 
I put the mushrooms in the crock=pot and put them on a low setting.
After drying off, my magnificent, manly, musculoskeletal mass of masculine body, firm, taut and muscular manhood, medicating and Brut spraying, I got the jacket thoroughly ‘Surf’ washed. 
I gave myself a good crack on the head when getting down to access the escaped fluids. I took this photo, turned, and hit my right knee against the server trolley leg. Ah, well! I might have muttered something like. ‘Oh, bother’ to each accifauxpas. Haha!
Back to the kitchen, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took a snap of the morning view, with the bottom field’s grass in it, looking rather patchy? 
No hassle going to the waste-chute and depositing the black bags down the shaft. Then to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor. I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! No one about for a natter, I left the bags near the bin. 
Landline call, from the Morrison driver, who asked where the building was, as it’s his first day on the job or time he’s called here. I gave him instructions, and he soon arrived. 
I was tickled pink to see that all three bottles of the Fish Vinegar had arrived okay, and the milk roll bread. Oh, and the Irish potato-farls, I wish I’d ordered more of these, now. Tsk! I’d only ordered mousse to go in the freezer, I still struggled to make room in the freezer for them.
Got the fresh stuff into the fridge that was fullish now as well. 
I fumbled my way out of the recliner, caught my balance, and off with Metal Mickey to the wet-room. T
03:30hrs: I came to my limited warped senses, with only one aim, that was to get to the Porcelain Throne, pronto! I extracted my wobbly, overly-bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety 
The painful motion began of its own accord, the grindingly slow, pleonastic event went on and on… Argh! After what felt like an hour or so, (but was only a few minutes), the final push I had to make to encourage things along, was agony, but necessary. A few seconds to recover, and I stood up gingerly and found that much blood had flowed, in amongst the pebble-like evacuated product. And paradoxically, during the mass evacuation, I took no less than three wee-wees! But worse of all, some of the pebbles were on the floor around where I stood! So all my best efforts to avoid this happening came to nothing!
Of course, I wasn’t bothered at all. I took it nonchalantly and in my stride. Pain means nothing to me, Ahem! However, the embarrassment flowed thickly! 
peculiarly, with no pre or after Micturition dribbling. Not a good start to the day, but my EQ insisted things will improve, that’ll do me if he’s right! 
sphygmomanometer from the third-down medical drawer. 
As I got up to go for yet another SSP wee-wee. Coming back, I spotted the card posted Thursday, had dropped between the chairs. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved, and opened it. It was from Warden Deana, bless her. 
I got the blog sent off to WordPress, Pinterested some photos from it, and made a start on this post. 
Took the tea, and returned to Computer Cameron, but not for long, Toothache Terence was starting his searing with pain again, so back to the kitchen for an extra Codeine. 
When it came to putting on the fresh PP’s, I lost my balance a smidge, I didn’t go over though. Instead, I put my hand out on the floor cabinet to stop myself toppling. Thus clearing just about everything you can see in this photograph! Grobbleknangles!
off to the kitchen. The morning was breaking, at last. 
Set the heat on the crockpot, and put some mushrooms in the saucepan, with some sea salt and balsamic vinegar. 
The wee-weeing is still coming at a steady rate of knots, about eleven or more so far, I reckon. 
get these articles found, that does not look too good.
I had a look at the leeks, mushrooms, and new potatoes cooking progress. Coming along nicely. Then I went on to create a funny ode on WordPress. Well, that was the plan… but the Prescriptions arrived, Deepak himself delivered them, bless his cotton socks. I thanked him and gave him a bag of goodies for the staff.
I turned off the computer and placed the medicinal items in the kitchen, and got on with making the meal
00:05hrs. I stirred, strangely I was feeling in somewhat semi-refreshed. 
The stick-thermometer gave forth a low reading of only 33.3°c. It’s not been this low before? 
Kettle on, and tried to get a decent picture of the morning view. I used the Night Panorama option on the Nikon camera selector this time. I was well-pleased with the resulting snap. Very close to how things looked to the eyes. (Swank-Mode-Adopted!)
Ablutions next: Status of Ablutionalisation Session Results: 8/10 – Great! No-bother with the teeth cleaning (I was meticulous). Shaving: Only once nick and two dropsies! Shower: Four dropsies, but no dizzies, knocking into anything or showerhead dropping!
creaming, was a little delicate, otherwise, plain sailing! The feet were looking okay, but anaemic!
the floor delivered. On closer inspection, I found it was for a Mr B. Plant. So, that’s a parcel and letter this week wrongly delivered. Hey-ho! I’ll take it down to the office in a bit.
Regarding the black bag; I can’t understand it, you know. How a man such as myself, keen and alert, youthful, dynamic, with such a reliable memory, could have forgotten to do something. Humph! 
I hobbled casually along Chestnut Walk, to drop the letter off at the Interrogation office. 
I took a photographicalisation of the end of Winwood and Winchester Courts. I waved to a couple of tenants, who were coming back from the bus stop. But there were precious few bodies about for a chin-wag, just a few exchanges and pleasant words can do so much for one’s morale. 
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, these energumenist to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, and pants off of the old fart Inchcock’. Just thought I’d mention it, like. I made it back into the flats in time to miss the rain. (More good-luck! Mmm?)
I popped the small bag into the waste-chute, and trapped my flipping osteoarthritis finger knuckle in the metal cover retrieving my limb! Then caught my ankle on the three-wheeler as I reversed out of the room… again! 
 
I got the trolley in through the doorway without any damage or injuries, and I got the kettle on. I’d have put some pain gel on the ankle, but despite my best efforts with Phorpain gelled kitchen towels and the picker-upper being utilised, I ended up with most of the medication on my toes, legs, clothes, and the carpet! Sad, innit? I got the gel on the little finger without any hassle! 
I got on with creating a graphic again, but I’d had only got one done when Saccades Sandra kicked-off at me! I left the screen, and put the computer into sleep mode, and had a little meander around the flat. 
I ended up opening on the balcony and opened a window to get some fresh air and take a shot of the end car park. 
I snapped the next photograph through the closed, left-hand window. The rain was persistent, but not too much wind with it, mind you. 
When it came time to close the open window, I took extreme care in doing so—many better men than I have had fingers bruised, blood-spotted, and cut, since their installation. I heard of one lady, who had the window fall out and hit her! But that’s being kept quiet, naturally. 
An excellent flavour today, I’m so glad I put the fish sauce in the potatoes, it suited this phagomaniac down to the ground. It was savoured and digested with great deglutition. Leaving a well satisfied, almost smug mood lingering within. 9.2/10! 
23:30hrs: Woke up in need of a wee-wee, struggled out of the recliner to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), for a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode leak, and believing it to be much later than it was, stayed up. I went to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea. 
I banged my ankle against the cupboard door edge, silently swore and questioned my parentage, and then noticed how different the skyline looked this morning. 
Then got the Health Checks done. All the readings looked fine today. (Worrying, Hehe!) The body temperature showed just as ‘Low’ once again. 
My legs, however, were looking almost normal! A bit more meat on them, the Clopidogrel lumps and lesions were hard to find, and the veins were still hidden under the flesh, just like they were 
yesterday! 
So did it.
depressed again! 
As the cage got to the ground floor and I stepped out with the trolley, all hell suddenly broke loose! Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and Toothache Thomas kicked off! How I kept my balance, I don’t know, but I was rather pleased with myself for doing so. No injuries or bruises, apart from a twisted knee and the uncut toes hurting. 
The plan was to take snaps at the far end behind the flats (one on the right here), then to limp along to the entrance end of Chestnut Walk, and hopefully, to get 
I spotted a notice telling us the roof terrace on top of Winwood Court was open, reminding us about social distancing, etc. 
Back in the flat, I got some water in the saucepans in case I need any hot for anything before the heater comes on in six hours’ time. I foolishly made a hot drink of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea but threw it away. Toothache Thomas would not approve of my drinking anything hot. I also took two extra painkillers.
Then, it happened again! Fortunately, for only a few minutes, and self-corrected itself. (I wish I could do that with myself, Hehe!) 
A healthy-looking plateful was finally dished up. Tomatoes, Surami sticks, battered fish strips, a few red grapes, and some uneatable, cardboard tasting buttered bread thins (they had to go in the bin). Got nosh served up.
The overcharging food stalls, cooking their repast, 
The Nottingham Slab Square, 
I entered the premises, soaking wet,
Paid-up, and out into the rain again,
On to South Parade,
I took a photo, down Exchange Walk,
King Street in the rain, showed another Council pain,
I crossed to the other side of Long Row,
I was well wet, and a little cold,
T’was bleak on Queen Street, waiting for the L9, 
And the hands didn’t look very fine!
The bus arrived, and it brought on a smile, 
01:40hrs: I semi-woke up, with the mind-blasting away, fretting over yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, the failure of medics to arrive (Did I get the dates wrong, will they come at all? What to do about it?) Generally, I was in a sad, pitiably pathetic feeling-sorry for myself phase! Which turned into a grumbling, moaning, acceptance of my inabilities to cope with failures, cock-ups, and disappointments. As the fermenting bubbled away in the brain, without the slightest nor inkling of my finding any solutions, the need for a wee-wee arrived to distract me. (And a good job, too!) Off to the wet room. 
Off the L9 and walked down Queen Street into the Nottingham’s Slab Square. It was a right mishmash again. Temporary overpriced stalls, eateries, rides scattered messily around everywhere. With the ice-rink in the centre somewhere. I could not get in to photograph it on Tuesday, but I found a way in without steps today! I got nestles in a corner of the rink-side for support, and had to take the photos through the side glass, as I could not use the camera with arms outstretched and keep it steady enough. Here are the best shots I could manage. Being the lucky person I am, as I positioned myself for photographicalisationing, a hooter went, and nearly all the skaters disappeared!
I hobbled from the Slb Square, and got to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate. Where I commenced on an overspending spree… again! But, I did get the batteries, too many maybe? Some Duracell AA for the radio (2x£1.50). And a big pack of 30 Kodak AA batteries for £2! 
right too! I thanked the gal, but she was too busy to hear me, I think.
earlier, and for a coffee meeting I think. I said Hello to Obergruppenfureress Deana as I passed her and got no reply, she did look busy, bless her. 
Made a salad of sorts. Seaweed, apple, cooked beetroot and the chicken slices and tomato sarnies. Enjoyable nosh that was. A flavour rating of 8.5/10! 
Closer to the top of Hounds Gate, was Ye Olde Salutation Inn. Claimed to be the second oldest pub in England along with theRoyal Children pub on Castle Gate nearby.
