I woke very late, Carer due, logicality was absent,
Slowly the brain cleared of the confusion and addlement,
I worked out I’d slept for six hours, to my astonishment,
I seemed to have a decent, calm, unruffled temperament,
Yet despite the wonderfully sleeping so well, erubescent,
I felt so tired, weary, it made me think belligerent…
First decent sleep for ages, I should have been verklempt?
The Thought Storms started, they were soon unblent…
As off to the Porcelain Throne, I hurriedly went!
MONDAY 28th FEBRUARY 2022
I stirred, without any jumping awake, around 0640hrs, had the Carer been on time, they’d have found snoring away. Hahaha!
I worked out that I’d been in the arms of Sweet Morpheus for about six hours! Fought off the Thought-Storms, with the aid of needing to use the Porcelain Throne.
I rose up onto my aching for some reason feet and found that Cartilage Cathy had departed from the right knee – which of course should have given me some glee, but, you see… Arthur Itis had returned with a vengeance in both knees! So, hobbling about is going to be a smidge painful today. Methinks.
I wobbled my way to the wet room, sat, and waited… waited some more. Got the crossword book out. Then, still awaiting the commencement of any evacuation movement, I counted the veins on my right thigh. Back to the crossword puzzle, solved about three or four more clues, actually. Not the time for any Smug-Moding. Still not a sign of any rear-end activity!
I knew this was going to hurt, but I had to apply maximum pushing level from within to move the product, which at first came out a smidge, then froze again. I kept giving it some effort, painfully, but it was still a while before things restarted? I began to fear what this was doing to Haemorrhoid Harold. How much blood is already beneath me in the porcelain? The last bit took the monumental endeavour, and I kid you not, had tears forming.
As I stood gingerly up and turned to investigate the contents of the WC… No blood whatsoever! The concrete-like turds had somehow all sank? Only the pain remained. But it was subsiding all the time. It eased more rapidly after I’d cleaned things up and applied the precious Germoloids ointment to the rear end. For some reason, I felt I could so easily get back in the recliner and back to sleep. And wanted to! Then I liberally applied the Phorpain Gel to both Arthur Itis’s knees and gave it a good rubbing in! Put a dab of Germolene on the arm where I walked into the doorframe yesterday. I didn’t mean to! Hehe! It’s surprising how a nothing bruise like that can hurt? Not that I’m complaining, after the Porcelain Session agony. Even I’ve got to laugh!
Got the computer on, and ♫ Of Susana ♫ rang out. It was the Carer Richard arriving. A good lad, who’s been down a little lately, but I can report that he was his old self again this morning! I don’t mind him coming later cause if I am the last call, we usually have a natter after the medications and Alarm wristlet battery checks. I took an anti-Constipation-Konrad capsule and a Docusate sachet drink. I don’t fancy going through that again on the next visit to the Porcelain Throne! There must be people out there that when they need a crap, just go and do it! Painlessly! I have things swapping twixt the extremes every day or so. Constipation Konrad and Trotsky Terence are on a daily challenge to control the bowels! Passing things pain-free would be great for me… but I’m not jealous! Hehehe!
I pressed on with yesterday’s blog and got it posted off.
With getting up so late, the day has vanished before my eyes… it’s flashing by, and such a lot to do yet…
The shower, shaving and Teggie-cleaning, apart from hitting my head on the power-box once again, went very well.
Getting dressed went okay, but the medicationalisationing had its moments of farce. I ended up with
I checked on the end car park… No, the photograph has not been doctored! It really is the red van’s man’s car, parked between the lines, and in the car park, as opposed to his usual blocking the entry/exit on the chevron lines. I wanted to congratulate him, but of course, being whoever he is, he’s parked in the Contractors Only Parking Space. Hahaha! But at least he’s found his way into the car park and not blocking things, so. Well done, mush!
Hello, the intercom is flashing? It was the Wilko delivery. ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ was chiming out from the doorbell when the driveress arrived. A helpful gal, who took the boxes into the kitchen and checked the number of items, blessed her cotton socks. I am a little concerned about the size of the box containing the Air-Cooker. I thought I’d ordered the smallest one? I’m going to struggle to get that on the minimal space available in the kitchenette? Oh, dearie me! It may have to be given away or sold to someone with more room? Still, Carer Richard is calling another da this week, and he has one. In fact, he encouraged me to get one. So, I’ll ask him to open the box to set it up when he calls, or if he hasn’t the time, I’ll ask him to put it in the other room for me, it’s blinking heavy, so it must be a big one… Tsk! I must get something right one day!
I went on Facebooking next to catch up again. Then WP reading. Then comments.
Carer Irana… Iyrana, Irayna… can’t remember her name now… Tsk! I’ll ask the morning Carer. Pretty young thing. We chatted throughout, had a laugh and shared quips. Gave her the blog name. Nice gal, soon had me sorted with the medications. In the A.M., Richard found the new sweet Carer gals name was Isra!
Sorted a meal out. (The photos on the SD would not load again) Baked potatoes, sausages and BBQ sauce. Taste: 7.2/10.
Watched some TV and found myself nodding off, so I gave up and got my head down, about midnight.
Ode to an Odd Day…
At times it went rather abysmally… With the rare usual periods, delusionally, Moments of it going fantastically… Mostly though, sort of confusionally! More than usual, of the farcically!
The Porcelain Throne session, agonistically! The brain mainly operated dysfunctionally, But deliveries, Carers were a joy, actually… The ablutions were unconditional agony, Constipation Konrad in control, evilly!
Peripheral Pete was acting erratically, Shakings, shuddering, running free! The Thought-Storm attacks, aberrantly, All of these, scary or ambiguously… Oh, I did sleep well nocturnally!
Carers Richard & Isra were friendly and chatty, I love a chinwag, someone to talk with me… Others too natter, Julia, Elena and Charley, I’ll press on now, somewhat melancholically… I’ve had days that went more maniacally, It was also a bad day, neurophysiologically!
It’s Tuesday now…
It’s Tuesday now, March… and I feel garrulous!
My judging the proximity of stuff circumforaneous,
Everything around me seems dimorphous…
Knowing which is which can be vexatious,
Now I’ve gone and got tinnitus!
23:00hrs: I woke in a confused condition, and lay there, half-hanging-out of the c1968 recliner, with paperwork all over the carpet and ottoman.
But the brain recovered and started stutteringly working. I realised that all the form-filling that arrived and needed sorting must have been on my mind while sleeping? I was probably perusing it in my sleep, which is surely impossible?
I found the resolution to rise up on my feet, catch my balance and go for the daily early morning wee-wee. It was a long trickling job, it stung a bit too. (I later checked the NHS Wee Colour Card, it was on three, which is good) During which, I decided to get on with the updating of the Saturday (Gawd, I hate weekends – I’m not all that keen on weekdays nowadays actually!) I’ve no templates done, and I still need to create some graphics to make any. Tsk! The plan was to do nowt but concentrate on getting on with it!
I opened the computer, well, turned it on, and opened CorelDraw and WordPress. But my plans had to abandoned as off to the Porcelain Throne I trotted!
Precisely the same type of evacuation as yesterdays first effort: No pain, no bleeding, no mess! Grrreat! All done and washed up within a few minutes! Back to the computer.
Pressed on with finalising the Saturday diary, did well, the ailments were hardly bothering me at all? Amazing! Smug-Mode-Engaged! Got it posted off, emailed the link, and Pinterested a coup[le of snaps. Then went on Facebooking.
Set myself ready to make a template for today’s blog, got it created, and a second-calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Just like yesterday?) And turned out to be another carbon copy of that 2nd evacuation like from Saturday!
Sloppy, in messy slithery dollops, stunk awful, and much bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. More time was lost in cleaning things up, but today it was not such a lousy job, cause I got to the Throne in time. Washed and disinfected, and back to the computer again.
I read and replied to the WP comments. Went on the WP Reader Section, and finally, after hours of being up, I made a start on this blog. Two-minutes later, I needed a wee-wee, washed the hands and made a brew of Co-op 99 tea.
Then, CorelDraw went to get some graphics made-up, a long job, but I enjoy doing them, oh, another wee-wee first. Started graphicationalisationing at around 03:00hrs.
Around 05:30hrs, a third Porcelain Throne session had to be tended too, and I do not kid you… it came so suddenly, straight to the wet room, and somehow, I got there, but only just in time. Trotsky Terence is now in full charge of things. I dug out and took an anti-diahorrea capsule. Then back on with the graphics.
I got the graphics done, but not until 08:50hrs! I was ready to go back to bed, Hahaha!
Seriously though, for a moment. The ‘runs’ must be connected to yesterdays bad-do when I just gave up doing anything and felt rotten. Not good anyway. Not identifiably poorly, like in a haze? I could only sit down. Now the third Throne visit in what, eight or nine hours? Mmm? Same again, but messier! Eurgh! Had a shave and shower, which went okay.
I took a snap of the bleeding eye, I think it is looking less bloodied now!
I got Josie’s nosh prepped as far as I could, and heard a clunk? It was a parcel being put through the door, a small one in an inner box? It was the Alert Wristlets for Warfarin. Although dearer than the last ones I bought (I break them regularly you know, Tsk!), they were not very thick or wide-fitting.
I nipped back to do some work on the blog, and I had problems with the WordPress Editor. The scroll bar had disappeared, making it hard work to change colours, modes, add graphics… well, everything really. I searched on Gooogle, to find that many other people were having the same problem, the only reply to one question from WordPress only worked o the new block layout, and I can’t get my head around that at all. I tried sending for help on all three channels available from WordPress, they were either gone, dead, or turned off! I turned of the blog and put it back on, but that didn’t help, then it dawned on me – Josie’s meal!!!
I hobbled hastily and got it ready, but it was twenty minutes passed when I got it to Josie’s flat.
Still, she was on the phone to her sister, and she didn’t seem worried, bless her.
I rushed around cleaning up after the cooking, and got mu saucepan filled with peppers, peas, chilli-meatballs, sliced some sweet carrots, onions, seasoned with sea salt, Oxo meat and vegetable cubes, and a pinch of chilli powder.
I went to move the potatoes, that had been in crock-pot for around six hours, to the saucepan. But they were rock hard still? If anyone likes green or hard potatoes; I can recommend Iceland to send some!
I left the saucepan on a minimum low heat and gobbled up a banana. I felt quite honoured at Iceland, sending some fresh foo that was not sour, green, mouldy, out-of-date, and edible. I must send them an email thanking them.
I had a bit of a job getting the rubbish bags gathered and sorted into the cardboard box. Some heavy loads were in it today. BPB kicked off as I bent to pick the package up onto the trolley guide, and has been lingering on and of ever since.
Of course; this Back-Pain-Brenda agony doesn’t affect me in the slightest. No, a man who’s suffered a change of heart for a plastic and metal one, a Barium meal gone wrong, a burst duodenal ulcer, been shot twice, fell of the back of a lorry on the A52, had a 100% record in his squash games, boxing matches, (he lost every one). The got Peripheral Neuropathy, a leg ulcer, and next, a stroke, and still didn’t complain later in life when he got Saccades, started stuttering, and was diagnosed as diabetic. No, a little thing like BPB isn’t going to bother me, oh, no… Well, maybe a bit then! Hahaha! Even when I got to the chute-room and trapped my knuckle on the cast iron drop lid, I merely laughed it off. Ahem!
On my hobble back to the flat in the lift lobby, the silent suddenly hit me.
In there, I could not hear the blasted ‘Hum’, or any of the machinery noises either, which were there when I got back in the apartment, of course?
It dawned on me that I had not taken the afternoon medications, nor had I done the Health Checks, either! So, I did! The SYS reading may impress Tim Price, 147, Dia 71, Pulse 95 – Grrreat! I can report to Tim, I took them very late in the day, and after three Throne-dumps!
Or was it four? Ha!
Time to get something to eat, the Inchy-made nosh of, Meatballs, onions, sweet carrots, potatoes (canned ones now), peas, black beans, parsnip, and yellow pepper. Riskily flavoured with chill powder, sea salt, squid vinegar and vegetable and meat Oxo cubes. It smells pleasant enough from where I am in the next room… Crickey, I have to go check it in case…
All okay, it’ll be ready in a while, five or ten minutes methinks. Had a spoon of the mix, the onions are terribly tough (thanks again to Iceland), everything else seems fine and dandy.
The meal looked a treat, a delight, appealing… but it wasn’t! The expensive sweet tomatoes had not cooked and were too hard to eat easily, I picked them out and dished them. The roll was a smidge stale tasting, I dished them. Everything else tasted fine… apart from the well in date lemon yoghourt, that had gone off! So, I dished it! Overall taste: 7/10. I put the things to soak in the sink.
A quick look to see if owt worth watching on the bo and, then getting washed and changed into the jammies. Then a prayer for Josie not to wake me again this week. She didn’t bless her!
I turned the TV on, and then I nodded off. Woke ten-minutes later, thinking it was time to get up! As I struggled to get free of the recliner, it dawned on me what time it was, and I plonked back down in the chair. Minutes later, I was in the land of nod again, dreaming about a river in New Mexico, and searching for my lost camera, which had a 2-foot long lens extension? Two owls hooted as I passed them by. Other things happened, but no idea what now? I think I know where this dream came from, a site on WordPress. I woke again, thinking that a few minutes had passed, and four hours had!
(2.2.21) 02:34hrs: I forced open my eyes and waited for the brain to catch me up. I soon realised that I’d just had a whopping great sleep of over five-hours duration! Grrreat! But why did I feel so tired still? There were no demands for any immediate wee-weeing needs. (Another surprise for me!)
I stayed there, on the £300, second-hand c1968, recliner, and did a bit of enforced bodily wriggling, to access the state of the ailments.
No signs of pain or even discomfort, from Ann Gyna. Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley),or hassles, were all absent! Toothache Thomas and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) were the tiniest bit uncomfortable, but well-bearable to live with! Only Cartilage Cathy, of the Pain-Giving selection of ailments, was hurtful! An extraordinary and delightsome state of medical affairs to wake up to! But I held back from going into a ‘Smug-Mode’, all the same.
For as I made my first moves to free myself from the battered and tatty futon, I realised that Nicoemus’s neurotransmitters failing, Saccades was blurring the vision, and Dizzy Dennis were both active! Not good, but far much better than the average upping and at ’em times, pain-wise.
By the time I’d fought my body out of the recliner and caught my balance. A wee-wee was needed. To the overnight bucket, and got a hell of a shock, as an FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out, as if from a hose-pipe! Gorblimey! A few specs of blood floaters too, probably from the Fungal Lesion, I’ll check on it later. Still, it woke me up fully, Hehe!
I washed me and the bucket, disinfected and got on with the Health Checks.
Yet another surprise. The SYS reading was down even further this morning, to 140, the lowest for years!
The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and reliable contactless thermometer result as down a smidgeon on yesterdays reading, at 36.9°c, (98.42°f). A good count, methinks? It’s ion the green anyway.
I made a mess of photographing the feet as I got dressed. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? But it came out pretty horrible!
Then I took the medications from last night, that again I’ve forgotten to take. Humph!
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, put the milk in, and had to nip to the Porcelain Throne in some haste.
No doubt in my mind from the innards rumbling, and that uncertain feeling in the stomach, this was going to be a session, that was dominated my Trotsky Terence again! Boy, was I right!
Again, like the last three visits, no soon had I plumped my bum on the plastic raised seat, the evacuations started and flowed slowly, but painlessly for once, on and on it went. Where is it coming from, I didn’t have a meal last night? Masses of it! Messy, stinky, mushy, all in long thin torpedo-shapes, that gelled together as I looked at it!
I swear it began steaming!
What a picklement, the flushes were not clearing much away down the hole, despite things looking like they were turning almost liquid each time the handle was pressed, and that was many times! I don’t think I’ve ever had to flush and refill the tank so often? Took me ages free things up. But eventually, it disappeared! Phew!
The towel that I had put on the sock-glide to air-off was left where it was. I felt a comfort of sorts, in not having to look at the vindictive, injury-producing, hateful damned thing! Hahaha!
Off to get the ablutions tackled. The teeth cleaning produced only two dropsies! The shaving was a good session, only two dropsies, and three minuscule nicks. The showering was a bit of a lark, eleven dropsies, two bags against hard objects, and a few worries over loses of balance – however, I got through it without any severe injuries, all the same. It took me well over an hour this time.
The wee-wees were getting a little more frequent for some unknown. Back on the computer, I got sidetracked when I found a site with some good usable old English words. Made a brew, the bitterly cold fine rain was falling.
I had a bash at cleaning the reading glasses, but I had to be careful with Nicodemus and SSS starting to play up. It took me ages to find where I’d left the wristwatch.
After a lengthy and in-depth ‘driving-me-bonkers’ search…
I found it right in front of me, on the 1963-designed and made Hopewell’s G-plan cabinet. I bought it from the charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flat. I wish I’d known it was going to fall to pieces so soon. Tsk!
I got the hearing aids decoked and out in. And returned to the computer, and at a whim, I started to create a little humorous rhyme with graphics, about the lockdown.
I got as far as making the header for the funny ode post, and the door chimes burst forth. It was the district nurse, bless her cotton socks! I hobble unsteadily to the door and welcomed her in. Such a lovely lady ♥. She set to getting things done, while I waffled on, going through the usual stuff and checks.
BP, Diabetes, Peripheral Neuropathy. Temperatures, DVT. Urine bladder and bowels, Warfarin level, etc. The Fungal Lesion was explained in full, I only just stopped her having a look at it – that would have been mega-embarrassing for me. Hehehe! We discussed the PPs and the problems I’d been having.
Not too happy with the BP, when she looked at the readings log. Took a photo of it to take with her to the clinic, or whatever. Also, she took the notes of the wee-weeing colour etc. and the heavy-duty Throne activities with her. I always feel cared for after she’s been to see me. ♥
She checked the two Covid-19 vaccination papers details. I thanked her, and feeling so much better for her calling, off she shot to her next old biddy or middy. Ah, so sad to see her go! Sob!
Back to the Lockdown Advice, funny post creating. The odes took me a lot longer than anticipated, and it was getting late now, and the weariness was coming on, as it usually does at this time. So, I pressed on to get the blog finished of and posted it off to WordPress.
As I was posting off, at long last, the graphic and ode funny (I hope) to WordPress, what a clatter of noise from above. I hope whoever is living where it came from are alright.
I found the latest Covid-19 figures locally.
They show new cases being done on the previous full week as being down 14.9%.
I’d forgot to put the photographs of the icy weather this morning on the blog, better late than never I suppose, so here they the be.
Bottom field, with the human footsteps imprinted on the shortcuts that had been taken.
The kitchenette window, as I opened it to take the pictures, wit the droplets showing as the dripped all over my bulging but wobbly belly.
The wet roads and the mist and drizzle gave an eerie aspect to this shot to Sherwood’s left view. The view reminded me of something, but what? I can’t remember.
I was getting another brew (Oh, the wee-wees have died down by the way!), and the landline burst forth, but I could not get to it in time. Back to the kitchen, and the mobile burst forth. It was Jenny, and we had a friendly little gossip, that was good of her to call me. I enjoyed that, thanks, Jenny. ♥
I made sure I had some bread, well baps, unfrozen ready to have ham rolls and tomatoes for nosh later on!
The landline rang and flashed one more. It was the Sherrington Park Medical Practice receptionist, the one with a good clear voice. Amazing, after finding out that was had booked and have to travel all that way to have the Covid-19 vaccinations, I find out I could have had it done at home!!!!!!
Funny that is, just the day after Deana made the appointments, I get the chance, which I can no longer accept, of having the injections done at home arranged by the Doctor! Then it changed to “We were just making sure your covered, being ‘a-high-risker’ That was that, I felt the opposite of what I did after seeing the nurse, and felt a little like I’d been fobbed off in some way. But I soon came round after the call. It’s not going to be easy, and it might be expensive if I have to get a taxi. But, weather permitting, at least if you have to get two buses, either way, I can manage it (he says hopefully). Haha!
I got the nosh, such as it was, prepared and on the plate and tray. So wearified now! No cooking involved, all cold stuff, but I did enjoy it, as I settled and watched a Tales of the unexpected episode, well, tow pf them, but I nodded off when the advertisements came on in the second one, waking up as the music started as it finished.
00:30hrs: I woke, and spotted spots of blood on my bulbous, heavily ladened stomach, jammie-bottoms and the recliner arm? I got a tissue to wipe the wound, but it didn’t seem to want to stop bleeding. So, I dismounted the recliner to catch my balance.
The need for a wee-wee caused me to stop en route to the wet room, and I utilised the overnight bucket—a strong effort this morning, of the FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style. I cleaned the knuckle and applied some Germolene. The flow continued, so I had to use some Daktacort on it. That woke me up fully! Argh! But it worked, and the bleeding was stopped completely within a minute or so. It was a good healthy looking deep-red, mind you)
Then I got the jammies, and my red-spotted belly cleaned up. Wide awake now for sure! I got the kettle on, took the medications, and did the Health Checks. The body temperature was just fine again.
I took the morning medications.
Utilising the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, the SYS was down a bit on yesterdays reading, at 163.
I observed that the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) provided monitor, had better readings this morning. Humidity and Room Temperature both nearly in the Green!
I got into updating the Thursday, no, I mean the Wednesday blog. A few hours later, I’d got it finished and posted off. (Somehow, the photo I took of the terrible tasting meal, was lost into the ether from the SD card… again?) I Pinterested a couple of pictures. Then went on Facebooking. Then, I went on the WordPress Reader section – so few new posts came up. Is there a problem? I don’t like the idea of missing some of the blogs. Mmm!
Opened the WP comments, and lots had come in, I like that. I read and replied where I could.
A summoning of me to the Porcelain Throne came from the innards. I didn’t mess about, and made my way to the wet room – musing en route to myself; “What will this visit be like, a Trotsky Terence or Constipation Konrad victory? I got in and sat on the raised seat, and I felt that ‘things’ wanted to activate, but only ‘Phut-phuts’ of wind were managing to escape.
I grabbed the crossword book, in expectation of a struggle ahead. This crossword I was looking at was a lot harder than the others in this book. I’d been stuck on it for days. I got one answer, and I felt hopeful about this, leading to more success, but no!
The motion moved, and a massive ‘never passed one as big in my life’, proceeded to escape. Very little pain, or even discomfort, only at the beginning, not messy, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not too bothered by the monstrosity and no bleeding from anywhere! 👍 👎 But the sheer volume of the single super-sized, torpedo-shaped evacuated product, convince me that I would have to flush the tank a few times to get in down the tube. I wasn’t wrong! After a couple of refills of the tank and five or six flushes, it was cleared. Phew! I felt all worn out by the time I’d got it sorted, antisepticated the contact surfaces and washed my hands.
04:00hrs: This calls for a good fresh brew of Glengettie. Off to the kitchenette.
I noticed it was not raining, and decided to take a couple of photographs to the left of the window.
The nest one, a view straight down onto the Chestnut Walk car park.
As I was taking the second picture, weirdly it was as if someone had just turned up the volume up on the dreaded ‘Hum’. Grrr! Wikipedia suggest the possible causes as; Mechanical Devices, Tinnitus, Spontaneous otoacoustic emissions, Jet stream, and Animals? One conspiracist blames the Russians, see the Hum Locations below. Hehe!
I got carried away and side-tracked there, sorry.
I got some mushrooms in the crock-pot, and added some Squid vinegar, chilli powder and sea salt, left them to marinate. I’ll turn them on later, providing I remember, of course!
Made a brew of Glengettie, and returned to the computer.
I opened the latest YourArea magazine to see if anything worthwhile mentioning was on it, and the Coronova figures.
Testing stations report said that: 496 People tested positive got Coronavirus in Nottinghamshire in the last 24 hours. It’s all very confusing, and not over yet!
I sorted a little brekkers for myself to nibble. Last of the pork & mushroom pâté, small tomatoes (salted), and the Milk Roll bread last.
Ablutions, next. Off to the wet room. The teeth cleaning was a bit painful, only three dropsies, though. But I’ve had worse.
👎 The shaving was annoying, I had a combined attack from the ailments. Those being, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), well three actually, who made sure the dropsies while shaving added up to at least ten! I got fed-up of bending down to retrieve the razor, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) stinging at me, and then literally involuntarily throwing the razor away again! The picker upperer was utilised after the third dropsies!
👍 A much easier showering session. No banging into anything, no dizzy spells, only a couple pf dropsies, and free of toe-stubbing – Yee-Haa!
The burn on the knuckle was weeping as I dried off, leaking a tiny bit of blood, but nowt serious. The Germoloiding of the piles stung a bit. The embrocating and rubbing in of the Phorpain on Arthur Itis’s knees and Cartilage Cathy went okayish.
The Daktacort application to the fungal lesion was as is usual, damned painful! But it had to be done with the bleeding yesterday. If I missed doing it and it started again overnight, I might be in a medical pickle again in the morning. I’m going to give it another go tonight before I settle down. I shudder at the thought of doing this ailment treatment.
As I was doing the deodorantisationing and looked in the mirror (Some I try to avoid, nowadays!) I spotted what assumed was a bit of fluff from the towel on the top of my head. I tried to pick it, nope, flicked at it, nope, no movement… ran the scrubbing brush over my dome to shift it… then realised it was not a bit of fluff. Hahaha! What is it is a mystery to me? Why and how would a spot appear within a few hours that was not there five hours ago? Mmm?
I just hope that it doesn’t spoil my young, masculine, attractive features that the ladies love so much… Oh, alright, sorry!
I went and sat on the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, uncomfortable, rusty, whiffy, not-working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner, to enable me to use the long shoe-horn get the slippers on.
It was a bit of an awkward manoeuvre, but after some wriggling and fidgeting I got them on. Then felt the of lump underneath the thick quilt that I was sat upon… Oh, dearie me!
It was the wholemeal sliced loaf of bread I couldn’t find last night, Tsk! Nicely crunched up and reshaped now. Hehehe! It could happen to anyone… but maybe not?
I remembered the mushroom marinating (not than I’m sure mushrooms do marinate?), and I got the crock-pot turned on auto.
That is supposed to get it to boiling, then go a keep warm, I think.
I also noticed how my yarmulke was looking a little well worn. So I hand-washed it and hung it for a few weeks to dry, hanging over the sink’s side, on a strainer.
I did another hour or so on the updating of this blog. It was a grind, hard work and frustrating. SSS was the main culprit. Her attacks were all of short-duration but, persistent. I reckon I made more mistakes, and probably missed many them, more than I’ve done for ages.
At one time, as my arm jerked, I got a full screen come up, with warnings galore that I didn’t understand were about, but no option to do anything, Cancel – Close or the likes.
I closed down the internet, and opened it again… things seem to be working? Tsk! Then on CorelDraw, the programme closed of its own accord in the middle of me working on PNG graphic?
I left it a minute or two, and then I reopened CorelDraw, I’d lost all the work done and had to retitle the name to save it… more memory lost! Oh, dearie me!
I felt frustrated, fed-up, flustered, peed-off, het-up, ennuied, woebegone, demoralised, annoyed, stressed out and scunnered! Plumph!
Closed things down, silently cursed under my breath and forced my tired body and wearied mind to get the nosh sorted out and served up.
I’d hoped to share the grapes with Jenny, Doris and Frank, but now so glad I didn’t, needed the bad ones picking out before going on the plate. Eurgh! Still, I enjoyed the cold meal. Taste Rating was 7/10, but each grape had to be inspected before eating it – tow found with fur on them. I’m a lucky so-and-so!
I washed the pots, checked everything was off, lights, stove, faucets etc. and as I was about to go to the recliner to settle down (albeit early, even for me) to search for Sweet Morpheus. I heard a clunk coming from the hallway. It was the NCH Newsletter, and the ‘Lounge Pants’ from Amazon, via the Royal Mail.
I put the magazine on the ottoman, got into the pants and down into the recliner, and turned on the TV. The Thought-Storms invaded within seconds.
Once I dropped off into the land of kip, again I kept springing awake repeatedly, horrible night.
02:00hrs: I woke wearily, amazed at having slept for five hours straight! I still felt weary and may have stayed where I was, like a slugabed, were it not for needing a wee-wee. Which brought on concerns about Little Inchies fungal lesion, what condition it will be in. Signs were favourable, though, no stinging at the moment! I didn’t use the nocturnal wee-wee bucket but went off to the wet room to take the wee. Just if there was any bleeding to be sorted out.
It was an SSAO (Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) mode affair. There had been some bleeding, but the PPs showed me it was not fresh, so that was a little cheering. It took me a long while to clean up the sprinkly splashes left on the floor, WC, and me! Washed up, and made my way to the kitchenette, and got the kettle on. Took the morning medications, and made the brew of Glengettie. I seemed to be plodding along, and the brain was constantly catching up with me! Things, actions and thoughts seemed to be on auto-pilot? No there way of putting it really?
With getting up so late, and the Iceland order arriving early, I didn’t have much time to update the diary. I got the Health Checks done first. The Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, showed a slightly higher reading, of 37.0°c.
The Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had a high SYS of 185. However, it’s done this before occasionally, I may try retaking the BP later, just to be on the safe side. That’s if I have time and remember to!
Onto the computer, and grafted away like a good un, getting the updating sorted out. Not a lot of work needed, which was a good thing, because nasty, naughty Niccodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up, in concert with SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley). Making it a slow process. I got the blog finished and sent off to WordPress.
Emailed the link, did some Facebooking, and visited the comments section. Many breaks for multiple wee-wees were taken. Every one of the same SSAO type and all was followed frustratingly by excessive PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling), which cost me a lot of time.
Off to get the Ablutions done. The knees were looking fine this morning, very angelic. Haha!
The teeth and shaving once again went blood-free! Yee-Haa!
The feet were aching a lot on the soles. But the scratch from falling off of the step-ladder seemed to be clearing swiftly off into the ether.
The old ankle ulcer markings had changed a little, no worse, just spread out a bit more up the leg.
I was medicating things, and thinking of going to the kitchen to make a brew, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived!
It was another victory for Constipation Konrad over Trotsky Terence in the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle). No bleeding from the rear-end nor the fungal lesion, the evacuated product was not messy, the meat-balls were far larger this morning; thus, the session was longer and a tad more painful. Overall, not too bad, I’ve had plenty of worse ones.
The applications of the medications were the central bothersome aspect. The Phorpain gelling of Cartilage Cathy, the applying ointment on the fungal lesion, and Harold Haemorrhoids Germoleneing were the worst.
A silver lining though; I found the dye markers that I couldn’t find the other day with me taking the photographs on the right. I’d taken them into the wet room, to touch up the scratches on the hated sock-glide. They were probably caused by my falling off it, throwing it at the wall, or landing on it when I took a tumble. Hehehe!
I took a photo from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, designed especially for old folk by some misanthrope of an old person’s hating architect, window. As I was closing the window, the rain started to fall as if someone had suddenly turned on a tap. A bit of good fortune there with my timing, for once!
A minute or so later, and the Iceland delivery man calleth with the fodder replenishing foods. He came in the flat’s lobby, letting the door bang-to behind him. And kindly threw the carrier bags all over the floor for me.
I thanked him, slipped him a can of plonk, and off he went letting the door slam again behind him. I’m hoping he didn’t wake anyone up, cause it was about 06:30hrs at the time. Oh, dear, I fear! I took the things through to the kitchen.
The fridge was chocker blocker now! My concern was the freezer. With Iceland sending some bread, I had to get the bread and Minced Beef in there, somehow or other!
I arranged with Jenny, to buy the four packs to get the special price, and we will split them between us, two each.
I had a heck of a job getting them all in. I had to throw some bits out to make room, but nowt I was keen on anyway, so nae bother.
I’ll take them down at a reasonable time, to Jenny, Nora and Frank’s pad.
I got some of the mince into the crock-pot to make more room in the freezer. I pondered over how to go about making the Chilli Con Carne.
I added the last of the much-loved baby leeks to the pot. They are expensive to buy, but so special tasting. Then I added some anchovy Squid sauce and BBQ salt, and two oxo cubes, along with some gravy granules, and some chilli powder.
Gave it a good stirring up, and left it on a low setting.
I hope it comes out alright. I can add the last of the yellow capsicums later on.
I checked that the freezer was not too overloaded, and then got back on the computer; I’ve a lot to catch up on with the diary now.
The wee-wees are getting a little stronger now, not painful, but an effort to pass, though. The PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling), still follows each visit. Tsk!
I gave Jenny a call to see if it was alright for me to take the mince down to her.
Got through, and she okayed me taking the meat down to her. So, I got the mince from the fridge into a carrier, and I set off done in the lift to Jenny & Franks apartment. I took the waste bag box on the trolley with me, to take to the chute on the way down or up Which I forgot all about and brought back to the flat with me, Tsk! I got down nae bother and left the bag outside Jen’s flat, she’s left the money in an envelope on the door.
As mentioned earlier, I came back to the late and was putting the trolley-guide in the corner of the hallway, and realised it still had the waste bags in it! Wot a Plonka! I got the waste down the chute, and was on the way back, without any hassle, Whoopsies, Accifauxpas or injuries. I nearly went into a Smug-mode, but decided it would not be wise so early in the day, Haha!
I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed before, but the end wall looked more like it had been graffitied than painted?
I got inside and took another wee-wee, they were all the same up to now, repetitive, and an effort, but not painful at all, followed by the PMAD. Humph!
Made a brew of Glengettie and tried to change the size of the pictures on the Canon camera. But could find no option to do so? I took a photo leftwards, from the computer chair. I’d changed the ratio, hoping the size would change down with it, but, nope! Another failure. I’m very good at failing, you know! Somewhat of a doyen! Hey-ho!
I thought I’d try to make a Sainsbury’s order for next week; if any slots are available, that is. I managed to get one in for next Wednesday for 07:00 > 08:00hrs.
The weariness is dawning again. Then again. I’ve been a busy little bee this morning, so it’s to be expected, methinks.
Had a look at the local YourArea newsletter thingy. The latest Coronavirus figures are looking a bit better… I think.
Covid vaccination appointments at Forest Recreation Ground cancelled due to ‘water issue’: The Nottingham and Shire Clinical Commissioning Group (CCG) said the site at the Forest Park and Ride, just off Gregory Boulevard, had to be closed with short notice on the evening of Tuesday, January 26th. It had only just opened over the weekend on Saturday, January 23. Speaking of the closure in a tweet at 7pm, a spokesperson for the CCG said: “Forest Recreation Ground vaccination site has had to close due to a water issue. All appointments for this evening have been cancelled.” Well, fancy that!
I’ll check the minced beef and veg in the crock-pot. It’s been on for over three hours, but not ready yet. I’ll keep an eye on it, I’m feeling a smidge peckish, too!
It’s no good, I’ve got to sit down and see how things go – not to sleep I hope with the mince cooking. Sat quietly for a while, then went to check the mince, ready now. Got the meal served up.
I was not impressed with the beef at all. I’ve lost the photograph I took of the meal. Flavour Rating: 5/10. I may have overcooked it?
I settled down, took the evening medications, and watched two old ‘Tales of the unexpected on channel 11. After staying awake all the way through the two programmes, I drifted of to sleep. Another evil regularly waking up with a start night.
01:30hrs: The flipping ‘Hum’ was giving it some when I stirred back into imitation life. I’d managed about three hours, so it could have been worse – I stayed up late (for me) to watch a football match on the telly. I wasn’t stood on the TV, you understand! Hahaha!
I dismounted from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety wee-wee, that the same as yesterdays first effort, had a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) I had to wait for ages to finish. The main event, and the after-dribble together, would probably not have filled two eggcups! Taking a wee-wee, without wonderous expectations and puzzling results, are the norm now. Normal bodily functions are quondam. One visit this happens, the next it’s a painful torrent then, a trickling marathon... talk about variety!
I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boots Sphygmomanometer. That is manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. SYS and dia are a bit high again, Tsk!
The made-in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another in the green reading, of 36.5°c.
Then as I put the kettle on, I espied the moon was out, high in the sky.
I did my best to get a decent photo of it. But had little success at it. I tried taking it in various limited mode available on the little Canon camera, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters stopped me every time!
I hung out of the light & view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen window, and took several blind shots because if I’d leant out any further to see what I was photographing, I might have ended up out on the Chestnut Walk myself. Hehehe! I wasn’t too displeased with the second picture.
I took the medications, and I got the computer going to update yesterday’s blog. Apart from some Nicodemus failures making things difficult typing wise, the other ailments were all so good!
Posted it off, went on the WordPress Reader section, comments and Pinterested a few shots. Then went on Facebooking, unsure if anyone was getting the posts or not.
As I readied myself to sort the Calendars, must, don’t want, have-to and belated checks, I noticed how well the bruise near the knuckle was healing. A couple of new scratches had appeared on the wrist and back of the hand? Nowt even approaching serious, though.
The Google Calendar was working again, why it stopped beats me. A busy week ahead already.
I got sidetracked and went on the BBC Sports site to see all of the football results. I had a funny thought, as I read about this result on the right. Manager of Genoa to news reporter: “An easy win, it was Genoa bother at all!” I’m losing it again.
Off to get the Ablutions done early, with the Iceland and Amazon-Morrison being due to arrive first thing.
Oh, and the Snyder’s Ham Mustard and Onion broken Pretzel pieces. At least I think they are pretzels? Huh! I’ve just seen Pretzel Pieces on this photo. Quick, I am not – Keen, not a lot, – Saccades is the blot – I think my brain is shot!
As I got inside the wet room, and it couldn’t have been better timed, even if unplanned, there I was less than two feet away from the Porcelain Throne… when the evacuation began of its own accord! I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and PPs, and plonked my overly-stomached body down on the seat without a second to spare! Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price with pain! Then, I wondered if the torpedo would ever end… ‘Blimus I thought’, this whale will block up the whole system!
To my utter amazement, there was only the tiniest bit of bleeding, no mess, and the dumped dollop disappeared from view with one flush! I’m using up all my good luck for the day, I think! Possible the week!
I got the teeth done, again without any undue pain from the molars!
The shaving resulted in only two tiny-little hardly-worth mentioning nicks!
The medicationalisationing, even Cartilage Cathy and Harolds Haemorrhoids were nowhere near as painful as they usually would be!
The drying and freshening up went fine!
I think I must have unknowingly adopted a self-satisfied Smug-Mode because…
As I swanked out of the room to get dressed, I had my worst ever collision with the door frame! I nearly knocked myself backwards! But I stayed on my feet.
I think that Doctor Flewitt could be spot on when he suggested that DCE Developmental Coordination Disorder, or dyspraxia, could be affecting me. Course since then, the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke have not helped any, I can’t blame the Diabetes as well. Hehe! (Can I?)
Anyroad-up; by the time,e I regained my balance and finished swearing and spitting, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and Reflux Roger were both going full-tilt at the Inchcock pain-offering department.
The bottom lip protruded and wriggled a smidge. Well, it’s always worse when something like this happens after a run of good luck, as the ablutions going so well!
I got the blue Made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket on, to fend off the cold, and did the handwashing of the made in China, Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck Acrylic Sweater. I got it done rung and hung!
The moon was tormenting me to try again to get a decent photographicalisation of it. I had three or four tries, but BPB had been joined by SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley in assaulting me on and off, more on than off! Another fine mess of things made, this was the best one I could manage. Sorry about that!
Back to the computer and started, well I opened it, this blog, and the Intercom burst forth and flashed.
It was the Iceland man who cometh (Hehe!) with six bags of nosh for me. He gently threw them down into the hallway for me.
He seemed in a rush, but I insisted on his having a can of Vodka mixer as a thank you. Bade him good luck and to take care in the snow and ice, off he popped.
I heaved the bags into the kitchen, and as I was doing so, I got a message on mobile. I investigated it, and in doing so get another message come in. The first one from Iceland informed me of just two items unavailable on this order. Only two? That was an improvement, thanks, Iceland.
The second was from either Morrisons or Amazon, ah! Amazon indicating the tracker code or address, or whatever you call it.
I got the things stored away, and came across a packet of what should have been fresh Chilli Chicken breast slices, but was Tikka Chicken Breast slices.
Possibly (or more likely) an error on my behalf, I expect. But the packet was frozen solid? Had only three days Eat-before date on the front.
Can I safely eat it when it’s been defrosted? All the writing on the packet indicated it was a fresh (Not Frozen) product? Anyone know, please tell me, thanks.
I got the mushrooms in the slow-cooker with some leeks, potatoes. Added some sea-salt and vegetable Oxo cubes, on a low setting. As I was putting them in, I wasn’t really concentrating, I do a lot that, not concentrating lately, and realised that the ‘fresh’ button mushrooms were also frozen! What’s going on?
Time for a rest, at last, made a brew of Glengettie.
The morning hue was blue, and with the snow covering photographing it I just had to do.
I went out into the balcony to try and get some better shots to view.
The windows would not open at all, they were frozen through! So, back to the kitchenette to see what I could view.
Opened the icicled frosty window, and knocked down yesterdays hand-washing, hanging from the broken, no longer working curtain rails. Picking them up, just annoyed BPB and CC Cathy’s Cartilage.
The sky had now got a tinge of pink on the horizon, compared to ten minutes ago. Beautiful! So worthy of photographing. Glad I did, it didn’t last for long.
I gathered the waste bins in the box on top of the trolley-guide, then collected the glass and jars for recycling. And pondered over what to do if Morrisons do have the loaves of bread and cobs that I have ordered? There was not enough room in the freezer to put them into it? After musing over this predicament for a while, I decided to get rid of some foods from the freezer, as the bread is important (If they arrive) of course.
I rang Caretaker Robert to see if he had a freezer on sight, he said no. Told me to ring Deana, she has one and might have room to take the food. So, I did! They can take some, but she was uncertain if the load I was freeing might be too much. If so, they can be given away to someone in the flats to make use of. She said she would come and collect them later.
I got back on updating this post at long last, but did none of it, as the Amazon shopper sent a message telling me he would be here in minutes! I got myself into a bit of a flap now! Would the driver know where I was? If I went down to take the rubbish to the bins, would I miss the driver’s arrival? I risked getting down to meet him straight away.
Down in the lift ASAP, and met Robert again. The foyer is still being worked in, and of course no heating. I took the bottles out to the glass bin. And the ice nearly had me over, the walking stick was a hindrance in the snow and ice more than an aid.
The shopper man arrived when I was going back inside (Great timing!)
Up we went to the flat, and the chap popped the bags inside the door for me, then need proof of my age. A bit humorous at my age, being asked if I was eighteen, I was 58 years ago! Hehehe!
I took the things through to the kitchen, and I found all the loaves of bread etc. had been delivered! I now needed to make room in the freezer properly. I decided to take the waste bags to the chute, then I loaded the two big carriers onto the box, and decided to take it to Winwood court.
I didn’t take the camera with me, I so wish I had, though. I got out, and into the snow and ice, the trolley got stuck, the trolley and box toppled over as I tried to get it back on course… A reet mess I was in! I
I was rescued by Dean! Humph! I did feel a fool! She took the carriers and walked me back to the flats. Not happy at my trying to walk out in this weather! ♥ Oh, dearie me!
I got back indoors, and I made sure the bread all fitted properly in the freezer. Just! Despite the cock-ups and wrong decisions that I’d made, I now felt calmer and more at ease with things. Having some bread in helped! I plan to make some ham sarnies later, best butter, tomatoes the mushroom and potatoes with them, and a dessert of my choice, I now have a choice of four, different ones in stock. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Oh, I forgot, Jane rang while I was sorting the freezer out, but she gave up[ trying to get my attention. I thought I’d ring her back, so I did! We had a great natter and chinwag, Pete was doing well. Things were getting brighter… she mentioned something, that reminded me, I had to ring the Doctors about the possibility of a subcutaneous Coronavirus injection. Rudely I said I’d email them now, while it was fresh in my lapsidasicle mind. She understood what I was saying, bless her. ♥
I made up an email, which took me a long time to get how I wanted it to sound. I was moderately happy with it, and I sent it off.
The weariness began to fall on me now. I will have to wait until the Amazon delivered Pretzels arrive before getting anything to eat, else I may fall asleep while waiting. Best laid plans, eh?
My mind is vagarious, to say the least, but an iota of contentment is lingering in there somewhere.
I must stay awake. He says with a smile.
The Amazon ETA for the Pretzels is getting later & later. This is not doing my temper, faith, prospects of staying awake, or suicidal tendencies any good at all! The Amazon tracker, the lorry, hasn’t moved fro over two hours? Still, with the weather, it can’t be helped!
I had a look at the local YourArea Emagazine. Coronavirus figures are not good, but better than of late, fingers crossed in hopes.
The Amazon lorry is close now! Five drops away, the Amazon tracker now says. Belated hope for nosh and sleep yet. Hehehe!
I went down to the front door as the Amazon tracker turned to a local road view and saw the van was outside the flats! On the way out of the door to go down, the chap arrived with the box of Pretzel pieces. I slipped him a can of Vodka and lemonade by way of thanking him, and he shot off, with my masked voice thanking him again.
I opened the box and took a packet out, and put them in a plastic lidded pot, ready to try out after eating. They were apparently a right mix of bit, from dust to some chunks from different products that had broken off during the cooking process, I resisted nibbling any yet.
I opened a 2-litre bottle of spring water, had a good guzzle, and added some orange cordial to the bottle, just a drop, and tool it into the main junk/computer room, for my nocturnal guzzling.
I got the nosh served up, snd it turned out a cracking decent one. A good mix, fancy cheese blocks, Gorgeous pork and mushroom pate, potatoes, mushrooms (not so good), chicken Tikka, mini caramelised onion pork pies, tomatoes (Morrocan, pretty tasteless), some thin-sliced Milk Roll buttered bread, and a lemon dessert, the pot of Pretzels on the ottoman. The mushrooms and tomatoes let it down, but still a taste rating of 7/10.
It was now five hours beyond my usual head-down time. I got the pots washed, and settled to watch a documentary about, erm… what was it? Not that it matters much. Ah, it was Nightmare Kitchens!
I started nibbling the Snyders of Hanover honey mustard & onion pretzel pieces – delicious! In fact, Grrreat!
I lasted a few minutes watching the programme and nodded of in sweet bliss. Unfortunately, I kept making up so often I wondered what the heck was happening? Each time I shot awake, I pondered, and got back to sleep easily enough? Only for it happen again repeatedly. So aggravating!
‘In the event of more none-events, eventually, something must evolve!‘
Sunday 24th January 2021
Welsh: Dydd Sul 24ain Ionawr 2021
00:15hrs: I woke to the smell of burnt food yesterday when the pastie exploded in the oven! Tsk!
As I was fumbling my way out of the second-hand, c1968, recliner, the noise from the damned ‘Hum’ began to get on my wick already! When up and caught my balance, the almost regulatory visit to the bucket was needed. It turned out to be another unwilling, reluctant wee-wee, but gallons of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with. Hey-Ho!
I took the medications (Last nights that I’d forgotten), made a mug of Glengettie, and I remembered the Sainsbury order was due today, twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs. My EQ gave me a laugh! No words, hints or indications. Hmm!
Then got on with the updating of yesterdays diary. It took me over four hours! Due to the ailments, I found it hard to keep on kilter, concentrate and many errors, and much time pondering why I cannot remember things. This was not good, it felt a smidge like my brain was full and needed a good defragging.
Still, I got there in the end, and I posted the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the link, Pinterested a couple of photos. Visited the WordPress Reader section, and then on with Facebooking. It appears I have been banned for 30 days. Something I posted did not meet their terms and conditions. Well, it had to happen!
I had a good read of the WP comments and answered them all, well, both. Josie’s meal to do later, not sure I’ll be up to it, but I anticipate feeling better later on.
I had a stand-up bath of sorts. All went well. Toothache Thomas was kind to me. Only one little nick shaving, no more than six dropsies, no Balance-Loss-Leslie or Dizzy Dennis. BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) were the only ailments really active. Even Harold’s Haemorrhoids were calmish.
As I was filling the sink ready to get the handwashing sorted out, I think I must have had a visit from the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? And they were arriving up the sink waste-pipe! No idea what caused the cloudiness and plug jumping out?
I cleared the blockage with Free-It liquid and got the clothes in the sink to soak.
Got the Health Checks done. Pleased again with the temperature, it was in the green. Then got the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. It might be sneaking back up, but still. It’s been low for a few days now.
I had a bit of job with the handwashing. Turkish made Socks, Korean jammie-bottoms and the manufactured in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket. I think I spent longer cleaning up[ the spilt water than dong the handwashing! Still, all is done, wrung and hung up drying now.
Back to the computer, and fond an email come from Jenny. She said she had the small crock-pot and would swap it for my too big a one. She also has a kettle I can have. Bless her!
An email came in from Sainsbury’s, no bread being delivered, no substitutes as I opted for not having any. I suppose with it being a Sunday, and so early in the day, I can accept this without moaning. Grumph! Last time when they substituted for my breast, the sent pikelets?!? Then they sent the wrong size PPs! So, I stopped the substitutes. You, (Well, me), can’t win, can yer? That doesn’t make sense?
So, now I have no bread at all! Not allowed out to go to the shops! So I went on Amazon to see if I was allowed a Morrison delivered by Amazon order again yet. Luckily I was, and I got an order in for tomorrow! Of course, if there is any bread on it is the question. The choice is limited on these Amazon food deliveries, but by gum they are quick! With a hopper collecting and delivering, he might pick betterer substitutes? Or not!
I cleared the rubbish bags out of the box on the walker, to use it for the food coming without carrier bags from Sainsbury’s. (Without any bread too!)
I left them in the hallway corner because it’s far too early to take them yet, to the waste chute.
Off to make a brew, Co-op 99 this time. Not as good as Glengettie, but then again, no other tea I’ve ever tasted is as tasty as the Welsh brew.Took this shot of the morning’s view from the kitchen.
The Sainsbury bloke came at 07:20hrs. He put the things in a box and a carrier for me, nice of him. At least there was no bread to get crushed, although he did manage to squash the cream cake, and break some pretzels for me. I’ve ordered some more from Morrisons for tomorrow – and of course, I’m praying that the bread will come. I’m getting withdrawal symptoms here! Hahaha!
I got the none foods sorted out. Not a lot of them this time!
Just look at the state of this tine of Chilli-Con-Carne they delivered! Swine! Crapheads! Scumballs! Animals! Gits!...
Sorry, I nearly got carried away there! I can’t see any reason for me being sarcastic… Oh, yes, I can!
Sourdough Bread subbed my pikelets? A 90p tin of Chilli subbed with a £2.29 tin! Leaking bottles delivered, and now a crushed health hazard can! Not to mention an order being three hours late, my phoning them and get a recorded message, part-of which said; ‘You can rest assured that it the delivery is delayed for any reason, we will contact you to inform you!’ Eventually, nearly five hours late the order arrived – the van had broken down – but rest assured as I assuredly did, no one contacted me! Still, it can’t be helped! Huh!
I got the waste bags back in and on the trolley-guide.
Do you see those odd-looking things on the left of the top picture? In case you’ve forgotten what they are: They are jackets and coats… You remember, we used to put them on in winter when we went out, before Coronavirus and the lockdown! Hehehe! I think they could do with some moth-balls and freshener on them, it’s that long since I’ve actually worn any! Grumph!
I got the trolley-guide and bags to the waste-Chute room. I was wobbling a bit en route and back to the flat.
Both ankles were hurting, the toes stinging and, for some unknown reason, I was feeling a bit giddy without any cause for feeling a bit giddy! Haha! I’m pleased, nae, proud to report a total lack of injuries, whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas on this little expedition to the rubbish chute. Smug-Mode-Engaged! I think it was because yesterdays head-clouting us still fresh in my mind – there’s not much else in there today!
As if to prove my point about being all confused today, when I got back to the flat, Jenny had been up and left the kettle and crock-pot outside my door for me. I investigated, but I found the slow-cooker was even bigger than the one I was already getting rid of for being too large for me. I rang Jenny to explain. I thanked her, saying I would return it in a while.
I gathered the crock-pot and added some treats in another bag, and got myself a little lost again as to what I was doing. I can’t multitask nowadays since the stroke. I popped the things down and left them outside Jenny’s door. Came back up to the apartment and got the kettle on.
I made a start prepping the cheesy potatoes feast for Josie. Added some leaks as chives, butter and sea salt with the masses of red Leicester cheese.
I noticed that the carrier with the bar of Frank’s favourite chocolate, and some other bits inside it, meant for Nora and Jenny, was still there on the server tray? What had I done now! I could not find the kettle Jenny had left me. Had I took it back to Jen’s? Had I put it down the waste chute? Oh, dearie me! I popped down with the treats bag, and I returned all confused with myself. I rang Jenny again, but am not sure what we agreed on or said.
To help clear my head, I opened the window to take some photos of the snow.
By gum, it was cold out there!
The light snow was being blown about, and of course, lots came in as the wind changed! (I’m such a lucky so-and-so!)
I had to clean the floor afterwards. Which did not please BPB at all.
Time to get Josie’s meal served up. Some Baby Belles, a can of Pimms, two well in date pots of dessert added to the tray. I tried a spoon or two of the cheesy spuds and even impressed myself, they tasted very morish. Of to Josies, dead on time, as usual, she was going out to the bin.
She just seems to forget every Sunday. Hehehe! Bless Here!
Still, she seemed happy enough with the meal.
I had an extended period on this blog.
Weariness-William arrived. The brain was getting a little muddled, but that is par for the daily routine nowadays.
Got the nosh started; Chillie Con Carne, added leeks, red peppers and garden peas.
Doing an Iceland order, I rang Jenny about the Iceland brand minced beef she said was tasty and not fatty. On the site were five different ones, she soon had me sorted on which one to get. With them being on offer, 4 for £10, she agreed to share them, they are coming on Wednesday.
The snow started flaking again as I prepped the meal. The local lads were out with their sledges, folks walking their dogs in this view I took, took me back reminiscing. Was it really all those years ago when it was me out there, totally unbothered by the weather or health problems?
I found the lost yesterday, bread thins – I’d put them in the medical draw! Aha! I thought, bread to have with the Chillie, Hurrah! I opened the half-pack and found I might have been wrong about the Thins being the ones lost yesterday, after all. They had a ‘Use-By’ date of December the something. So, no bread for the Chillie, then. Humph!
I served up the nosh! One of my best, and tastiest CCC’s ever! I’d added some potatoes with having no bread. It was a smidge too hot pepper-wise, but I really did enjoy this one, a reet-treat! Flavour Rating given was 9/10!
Put the pots to soak in the sink bowl. I got the Heartbeat DVD on again, then as I put the TV on, I realised the BBC showed the Man Utd v Liverpool Cup match, so I watched that instead. Not a good choice; The wrong team won, it made me so late in getting to sleep and ruined my nocturnal rejuvenating rest! As for getting into the land of Nod, Huh!
The mind showed signs of ecdemomania, refusing to stop, rattling on worrying about things at random. Thus getting to sleep proved difficult, by the time I nodded off, it was almost my usual getting up time! Gragglespitgurgle!
00:15hrs: I woke after a wonderful six-hour plus kip! ☑The headache from yesterdays clout on my head was much easier, although lingering a tad. I couldn’t even feel the lump, and it was not tender to touch. Amazing!
The customary wee-wee demand came along, and I carefully rose from the recliner, caught my balance, and passed a weak, but painful wee-wee in the overnight plastic bucket.
I took the bucket to the wetroom for emptying, cleaning and disinfecting. Doing this, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. So, I did; And to say that I didn’t have a meal last night, I just can’t understand how such an elephantine dollop of the evacuated product came from my innards! So great was the volume, I needed to hand-refill the tank a few times to get it to clear the system. However, it was not gooey or messy at all. ☑ I washed and off to the kitchenette.
The moon was out and seeable for the first time in ages, and I got the Canon (no other camera left now, the other two have given up the ghost, Sob!) to take photos of the aforementioned planet. Possibly my worst three photos ever! As I took the first one, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off just as I was clicking! Tsk! Thus, I have an elongated moon shot, Hehehe!
It’s a shame about the Canon not taking evening, or any dark shots very well.
I made a brew of Glengettie and went to get the Health Checks done.
The BP machine showed another decent (for me) SYS reading of 159, DIA at 76, and Pulse as 81. Very similar to yesterday methinks, but of course, not sure. I’ve noticed that I’ve not sure about things nowadays, and am getting nervous about things that don’t or shouldn’t matter much?
The temperature reading was also a good one at 36.6°c.
To the computer and started to update yesterday’s blog. Which was soon done, in spite of SSS giving some stick. It is not a lot to add to it, just my clouting my head, then falling asleep for six hours. Hehehe!
All finished and posted off. Pinterested shots, then I emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section.
I got on CorelDraw, I desperately need some more graphics doing for templates. No one called, messaged, rang the door buzzers or phoned me. I spent five hours doing CorelDrawing, and I got some success. But now the weariness is falling. Tea and took the midday medications.
Had to go for another Porcelain Throne visit. I right bloody affair it was too. I’m not swearing, it was literally bloody. I lost my balance sitting down and plunked on something delicate, and the fungal lesion started bleeding. Another painful cleaning and medicationing to be done.
I went to check on the day and time of the Sainsbury order. And Google Calendar would not open! Huh, I thought I was doing well with the graphics! I search for help with what to do about the Calendar. Plenty of advice, but every one of them I looked at said something like Go to…. and select, make sure you are in ….. before going to options in bi… Do not… I just didn’t understand what they were talking about. So gave up.
Back on CorelDrawing, got a headache now again, damned computers!
Another few hours, and I had to stop, I was mentally all-in!
At least I’d got sp far with the graphics.
No templates were done yet, of course, but that will be my mission in the morning. First thing, I have no choice, I’m out of them now.
Turned off, and got some chilli and meatballs on the cook.
A there began, a / run of bad luck started.
I took longer than planned to save the work on the computer, and a smell drifted in the room… burning!
I’d left the pan of fodder on a high heat setting. Oh, dearie me! I salvaged the eatable stock and got it on the basin.
Got the crap from the bottom of the saucepan removed them as far as I could, strained it, and into plastic bags, and those into waste bags. Put the saucepan to soak in bleach and washing up liquid, in the washing up bowl, that can be tackled in the morning, or whenever, if, I wake up.
Then got the basin on a tray, served up. Despite my cock-up with the cooking, this little feast went down wonderfully well!
No bread of course, but some should be coming on Sunday, fingers crossed. A Taste-Rating of 8/10.
Took the pots to wash. And had a go at trying to loosen the gunge in the burnt saucepan… and burnt my left knuckle when I picked up the loan after running hot water on it. Fool! Still, it’s not serious, and will soon clear up methinks.
I settled into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety recliner, and got the Heartbeat DVD on to watch. Years ago, I can remember when I was alive, getting home in a rush, from Tesco on a Friday night, to see these Heartbeat episodes. That was just before the Bailiffs came and emptied the house of everything. Then the police arrived, looking for Mother, who done another runner. Ah, memories!
No commercials to fall asleep to on the DVD, and I watched all three episodes! Fair enough, there were a few little nod-offs, but I rewound to see what I’d missed.
I had to get free of the recliner for a few wee-wees. But eventually, I drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus and had an uninterrupted three hours kip.
At the ungodly hour of 23:40hrs, as I stirred reluctantly back into consciousness, I heard a cacophony of noise. The howling wind, the noise of machinery from the rooftop, and over them both, the ‘Hum’! Which, unfathomably got on my wick a lot more than usual?
The need for a wee-wee quickly followed my awakening. After yesterday’s calamitous wee-weeing, I took no chances, and I began to haul my enormous, sebaceous, blubbery, lardaceous, clinically obese, wobbly-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Catching my balance was easy enough today, and took the few paces towards the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).
I found the metal pencil sharpener en route, as I stood on it! Argh! But no time for pain cursing or wailing, the wee-wee took precedence. T’was of a PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode, with little if any, PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A vast improvement compared to Wednesday’s wince-making wee-weeing! Much shorter, too.
I poddled through to the wet room to empty, clean, sanitise the bucket, wash my hands, disinfected the NWWB and returned the pale to near the computer, as I anticipate it may still be needed.
Took the morning medications, and got the Health checks done. Started with the BP, on the Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. The SYS was acceptable at 159. The DIA at 70, and the PULSE a reasonable 80, all looked fine, to me.
Moved onto the temperature taking, with the Chinese-made, by Shenzhen-Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer. 36.8°c again, okay!
I go the Wednesday post updated, in record time – then again, there was little to add, Hehe! I posted it off to WordPress, then Emailed the link and Pinterested a few photos. Had a wee-wee, and went on Facebook catching-up.
Had a wee-wee. Emailed the link, and read the YourArea Email Magazine. It looked like a sleety, wet, windy and cold couple of days coming up on the weather page. Shame! Not that it matters with me imprisoned in the flat of course. Tsk!
The latest Coronavavirus figures were easier to read this morning. The new cases had dropped by-19.4%. That was a little bit of encouragement.
The pictures to the right were on a page about the upcoming Storm Christoph. These were taken yesterday before the main storm arrives!
I sorted the WP comments, then went on the WP reader section. I made a mug of Glengettie tea, and I pondered about getting some breakfast. And the stomach stabbings started again. I tried to pass water, but nothing was available?
Washed the hands, then as I turned to get the milk out of the fridge, I lost balance and went down on one knee! I knew immediately I was in trouble, the wet warm sensation in the PPs, told me that something was leaking in the lower regions. It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, I’d pulled or squashed something in my struggle to get back up[right! Globerations! Off to the wet-room. Heck of a job, I stopped the bleeding alright, but the pain of applying the Corticosteroid cream was pretty severe.
I got back and made the brew. On the way back to the main junk room and the computer, I spotted some paperwork had dropped on the floor under the flat-airer. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved it from the floor.
It was the DVT, Warfarin INR, test result sheets. It arrived yesterday, but I forgot about it, well you would do if it had dropped out of sight. Hehe! Great INR this time. Next test on 1st February. I was a little concerned about the dosages they had given me, not that it is up to me. But they seemed a bit high, 2½s and 3s? And a while until the next test. I hope it doesn’t get too high. Still, what the ‘eck!
I decided to get some nosh of some sort. I found a beef pastie in the fridge, I think it’s alright, it smells good. That and some tomatoes, mayhaps a packet of Frazzles with them, yes, that sounds okay. So I made it up, the innards are still stinging, and I’ve no idea why? The guts calmed down after I’d eaten?
Got the brekkers eaten. I took this photo with the camera balanced on my bulbous but wobbly belly while eating it! The breakfast, not the camera! Haha!
I poddled off to get the Ablutions done, putting a long-sleeved shirt, jammie-bottoms, socks and a bobble-hat in the sink to soak for washing later.
The ablutionalisationing went a lot better than yesterday. There was no bother cleaning the teggies. The shaving offered up only two tiny cuts, despite the occasional attempt by SSS (Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley) to get me to cut my or an ear off! Hahaha!
The showering was fine, until I stepped out to fetch a new bottle of lemon gel, and gave myself a toe-stubbing. Of course, it didn’t bother me or end up with me swearing and cursing. Oh, no!
I had to go delicately with the medicationalising of Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, and Harold’s Haemmorhoids. (Still stung a bit!) The skin was a smidge paler than usual, but the pins and plates looked pretty good!
I got the handwashing washed rinsed, rung and hung. It cost me more time cleaning up where I’d spilt the soapy water all over. SSS had increased the severity of her attacks while I was doing the washing – then as I hung up the last item – she went all peaceful, and stopped bothering me now I was no longer an easy target… I’m losing it again here? Talking to the ailments! Well, I used some silent naughty words as well!
You just can’t find a decent cheap psychiatrist nowadays! Hehe!
The sun kept coming out and going in behind the clouds, I fetched the camera, but only got one shot of the prettiness of changing sunshine.
A glutton for punishment, I made up some waste bags, got them in the cardboard box on the walker, and got ready to go to the Waste-chute room.
A chap working in the lift lobby had to move his stuff out of the way, for me to get out into the main lobby.
Then another worker had to move his stuff at the far end so I could get into the waste room. I felt a right nuisance. But the lads were okay about it.
– – I got inside, and as I was depositing the small bags into the chute, I dropped one, I bent forward and down, using the trolley as support… and cracked my head on the iron chute cover on the way back up!
A series of stars and flashes, but I stayed up on my feet, okay. A slightly dizzier than usual Imchcock made his way back to the flat, disturbing the workers again.
Not feeling up to much now. I tried working on this blog, but I decided it best to get the PM tablets took or are that taken? With an extra painkiller, and sit quietly for a while with a mug of tea.
I put a Heartbeat DVD in and watched some of it. I’d hoped to have a little nod-off, then get back to CorelDrawing… But no!
I drifted off into slumber, and woke up SIX hours later! Headache, almost gone!
00:30hrs: The demand for a wee-wee welcomed me as I woke up. I bravely forced my unfortunately ever-heavier stomached body from the comfort of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, rickety, uncomfortable, recliner. Up on to my feet. I caught my balance, visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I had an LPPP (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) session), followed by a period of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling), that surprisingly, lasting for minutes!
I made a brew and washed the pots from last night that I’d left to soak.
Took a photo of the morning view, not a good one, now the Nikon camera has conked-out, I have to use the Canon camera, which doesn’t take night shots well. And then started updating the Monday blog.
And got it completed in record time, I think. NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were the only ailments that gave me any problems, they were both only intermittent, and I coped amazingly well. To start with, thus, my Smug-Mode was engaged for a while. I do hope they still behave when I have to take the shave!
The six wee-wees taken during the updating were of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style, and the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling), but only a few drops and much weaker than the first one.
All done, I posted off the diary. Sent the Email links. Pinterested a couple of snaps. And delved into Facebook updating…
This was when the Smug-Mode died. NN, SSS and even Neuropthy Pete gave me a sat-down right leg dance! With the c1962 cabinet where I was seated on the computer, which still has some heavy wooden doors. I involuntarily tested their sturditity with my shin, ankle and knee a few times. Which set of CCP (Cathy’s Cartilage Protella) hurting somewhat. That bit of good luck didn’t last long! But at least I got the updating done with relative ease, so, I’m not moaning… much, anyway! Hehehe!
After the Facebooking was done, I went on the WP comments, then over to the WordPress Reader section.
Each of the four wee-wees taken during the Facebooking updating was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style again, but the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling) was far less.
Ah, the joys and mysteries of an ageing bladder! Hehe!
The morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I poddled to the wet-room. It was almost an exact repeat of yesterdays messy evacuation, but this time, with a decent amount of pain as the bale of straw looking torpedo gained its freedom. (It felt about the same size too!) Several manual refills of the tank were needed to clear the product, and some BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) annoying bending to clean things up. After cleaning up the room and myself, I generously stayed a lot of air freshener in the wet room, before leaving. The silver-lining search: At least I didn’t walk into the door frame going in or out. No, Dizzy Dennis, Balance-Loss-Brian, or tumble visits. It could have a worse session!
I was now nothing like I was when I got up this morning! The ailments were gathering, giving me grief, and I decided to take an extra pain-killer, with the morning medications, and make a brew of Glengettie. Which, I did.
After taking the medications, I carried out the Health Checks. Starting with the BP on the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. The SYS had come down from 184 to 170, and the Pulse from Sundays high of 91, yesterdays 66, now 75.
The Amazon bought, (for a very reasonable cost of £29), Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was of 36.9°c. It was up a smidge, but it is still in the green on the reading, so nae bother there to fret about at all.
I tried to get a graphic or two done on CorelDraw before it was time for the ablutioning to be done.
As I went into the hallway en route to the wet-room, some idiot had left the mop and bucket in the hallway. Ahem! There followed a toe-stubbing right on the metal clasp of the wringer-outerer, at the bottom! It was a singularly painful one! Of course, I didn’t swear, or anything like that, or call myself ‘a stupid, thick ♫%£+ing idiot, either! Ahuh! I had a little talking to and admonishing myself, and swore to be more careful in future. Don’t know why I bothered really!
I got on with the shaving, pretty pleased with timing for once. ‘The Goon Show’ was about to start, on Radio Four-Extra, Grrreat!
As I was getting the shaving tackle off of the trolley, I… wait for it… stubbed my toe against the wheel! Silver-lining: it was a different toe, and not so keen as the first one! My language was all calm, not self-depreciative, I did not spit, and there was none-cursing. Ahem! I just plodded on.
The shaving had only a few dropsies, and just the one, I say, One, tiny nick. I did a decent job with the new Bic razors, too. , then I thought it best to abandon it, with things seeming to be on a run of bad luck.
Moved into the shower, after cleaning another of the multitude of black spots off of the floor. (I do a little patch each time I shower, Gawd I’m a good lad, I am at times!) I had a super-shower, a good scrub-up, used the brush and loofah! No banging into the grab bars, Dizzy Dennis’s, Loss of Balance Bernards!
The pins, hooves and tootsies looked in fine form. I dried off and got the medicationing done. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Next, I creamed the furuncle and carefully Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They did sting bit! Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s and Cathy Cartilage’s knees. Put the eye drops in. Nasal hygiene sprayed the nostrils. Cleaned the spectacles, decoked the hearing aids and checked the batteries… It’s a job and a half every day! There is another dollop of advice for the whippersnappers. About what they might expect when they are growing old! Hahaha!
I got the PP’s on and exited the wet room. To go and get some clothes on. As I was struggling into the trouser, I realised I had not done my teeth cleaning!
I returned to the wet room, giving myself a third toe-stubbing on the mop bucket, that I had failed to move on the first stubbing! Somehow, this had a relaxing effect on me. The third stubbing of the day, surely that’ll be it, they say things happen in threes?
Got the teeth cleaned without too much bother. Then I got some waste bags made up and, and along with the masses of recycling bags and carton, I filled up the trolley and box.
This could be dodgy, I thought, getting the trolley to the chute and then down the lift to the caretakers’ bins, with any spillage, dropsies or other calamities!
I had a bit of bother getting the badly-balanced three-wheeler trolley out of the door into the lift’s lobby, and even more, bother getting it through into the lift lobby.
But being the confident, young, strong, capable stalwart that I am, I pressed on and got to the waste chute-room without the slightest bit of bother Ahem! Alright then, I got in trapped a finger in the iron chute lid, dropped three bags, clouted my head against the wall, when going down to pick one of the bags up. And coming back out, the left-hand knuckle got a bash against the door frame.
I got in a lift, and as I exited on the ground floor, the route to the main lobby door was blocked by signed and cones from the workmen who were doing the upgrading work. Nae bother for me, I used the fire exit out to the bin area. Robert, the caretaker, was not there, he can’t always be, he’s other jobs all over the flats. I dropped the box’s and bags where the bins usually are, but not today.
I hobbled along Chestnut Way in the drizzle, to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and holding cell office.
As I got into the Winwood Court foyer, a sharp dizzy-spell nearly had me over! It left me a little confused and worried afterwards. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but I had to wait a while before moving on. What next! Took this snap of inside Winwood Court.
No lights were seen in the office, so I retreated, back out in the light drizzle, and made my way back towards Woodthorpe Court. I heard a voice, and I turned around, it was ILC, Desk Top Dancer, Warden Deana calling me from the Holding Cells window. I returned to the office. She asked if I knocked on the door, but I could not remember the dizzy coming on. We had a distanced natter, Deana, Warden and Ice-skating champion Warden Julie, and I.
I departed, and the drizzle had stopped as I limped along.
Welsh William passed on his way to the bus stop. Not seen him for about three months now, but I don’t go out on the bus nowadays, of course. Jealous? Me? Yes!
I got back inside the building via the caretaker fire door.
Not a soul in sight, I reckon the working lads must have been on their tea-break.
I got through the passage and into the lift lobby.
The way is still blocked off, no access to the front door. The chaps seem to be making some headway in the upgrading. No rush, we’ve had it for four years now, I think… definitely three. Finding a protected Pipistrelle bat, then the holidays, then the Coronavirus, it must have been a nightmare for Nottingham City Homes. Well, some of the residents ain’t too happy about it. But it can’t be helped. Hehe!
As I got up to the floor, I met Robert, the caretaker, with few words.
Got in the flat, I put the trolley away, and finished washing the Manufactured in Pakistan, long-sleeved shirt, all done, wrung and hung to dry.
I got the photos sorted and used then to update this blog. It dawned on me then, I haven’t had a wee-wee for over two hours? Confusing!
I was getting in a pickle with the food deliveries, and I made an order for next Monday from Iceland. 06:00 > 08:00hrs.
Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures I could find, for Nottingham. Which showed a slight bit of optimism at least, a drop in numbers I thought. Then I came across this report, about where I live in Sherwood. This was not good! Yet still, people go out every day on the buses.
I’d love to go out shopping, but it wouldn’t be fair to others.
I pressed on with the updating of this diary. It is hard work with Nicodemus and SSS, both giving me jerks and making me make so many errors repeatedly.
I made a brew… still no more wee-wees?
The rain had stopped all together now, but the view when I took these photographs, from the thick-framed, hard to get at to clean, light and view-blocking kitchen window, was looking decidedly somewhat threatening.
I was getting so tired now, and I thought about what to have for a nosh. Making my mind up can sometimes be an impossibility, so quisquous. I’ll check the use-by dates, then have the shortest, methinks.
The cooked smokey bacon had the shortest date on it. So I got a carton of chopped tomatoes, with some added basil oregano and sea salt. Warmed up the fruit and juice, and added the bacon. I think I may have put a little too much basil in, but I still enjoyed it—a flavour-rating of 7½/10. I had the last of the bread with it, but I hope some more will be delivered in the morning from Iceland.
I found some scribbled notes on the pad I was using to recall thing to put on here in the morning. But at this moment in writing, I’m blown if I can decipher it. Maybe, perchance a Doctor might read this, and can help me out? Hehehe!
I got the TV on and found a Sherlock Holmes episode showing. Ah, that’ll do me! I thought.