Wednesday 17th June 2020
Serbian: Среда, 17 Jуна 2020
03:00hrs: I stirred into life, with a raging headache. For a moment or two, I lay gathering what senses I could. Then traces of the dream I’d been having, came back to me, in some detail too! I grabbed the pen and notepad from the Ottoman, and scribbled down the finer points, as the memories faded again. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll go through them and let you know what real insanity I dreamt of.
The need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I disentangled my ultra-thin limbs, and overly-stomached, flabby belly from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I got up on my feet and caught my balance without much bother at all. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Got the stick, and off to the wet room.
Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! But it was a messy one. Took no time at all, but cleaning up afterwards was a long, unpleasant job. Ah-well, can’t win ’em all! Still, the feet were looking a smidge better now. Not the Howard Hughes toes, though!
Sanitised and refreshed, I poddled off to the kitchen…
Where I found the freezer door ajar! I closed it as quickly as I could. But it must have been opened for several hours. I dare not open it again yet. I’m praying some of the stuff will be useable when refrozen. Not that I am not expecting to be able to use much of the produce in it when I do. Just hope for the best. It is cram-packed full in there – and the possibility of my having to throw it all away. Bagging the waste-material into small bags so that they will fit in the tiny opening in the waste-chute. Too many trips to and from the room. Bending to get the stuff out, all put me on a bit of a downer. And I was hoping for a better day today, less stress, fewer incidents… Fool!
The fog had descended. There’s not much of a view outside this morning. I got the medicalisationing equipment out to do the Health Checks. I dropped the stick thermometer, but it still worked when I retrieved it with the picker-upperer.
The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. The temperature just showed as ‘low’. If I’m not quick enough to get the instrument out of my ear-hole, the reading changes to low or high display. I was not fast enough – The story of my life there! Hahaha!
When I got to download the pictures later, I found this mystery photo? After applying my Sherlock Holmes-like investigative skills, I thought it was taken in the kitchen. When Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a little play with me. I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.
At long last, I got on Computer Cameron. I made up a template for today. Then I started updating yesterday’s blog.
I finished it and had a look at the notepad with the scribbled dream memories. But my handwriting was so atrocious, much of it was indecipherable. Tsk! Using a bit of recollection and the writing that I could understand:
- I was throwing food from the cupboards out of the window on the balcony.
- A crowd gathered and started shouting for specific items, Bacon, cornflakes, bread and pickled, onions were amongst them as I recall.
- Police cars arrived and arrested the crowd, presumably for not Social distancing?
- When the Marias arrived, and the citizens were taken away, more Officers arrived, each with a shopping list!
- A Tannoy was used, as they shouted up for what they wanted.
- One chap asked for cheesy mashed potatoes. I explained I haven’t made any. The policeman Tannoyed back, ‘Yes, you have, on the second shelf up in your fridge!’ Then threatened to arrest me if I failed to find any for him?
- I threw some requested Glengettie tea bags out, and then I went to look in the fridge.
- Sure enough, a little like Dr Who’s Tardis, I opened the fridge door and walked into it. There were stacks, piles of food, and inside was as big as a football pitch! Hundreds of my plastic plates with cheesy potatoes, too!
- I was forever going to the fridge for more cheesy potato meals and back to the balcony.
- They had set-up a winch system now.
- I’ve no idea why, but Police Helicopters and red coloured Tiger Moth planes filled the skies?
- The doorbells rang out their usual ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune.
- The hallway outside was cram-packed with people vying to get me to adopt a giraffe, panda or Elephant, supply drinking water, pay for medications, and to take out an over 50’s death policy. Argh!
Many other things happened, but nothing clear comes to mind. I think the dream ended as I was fighting off the insurance and charity mob. I’d written down three pages of memories on the notepad. Undoubtedly, one of my curioser, more vivid dreams, methinks. The nightmare bit was those ‘Over-50’s’ sellers!
It took me some time to get the tale of the dream done, (And three variable wee-wees). I went to make another brew, with hopes of getting this one drunk. Haha!
I spotted through the mist and fog, a couple taking their dog for a walk. I did my best to photograph them, on Auto setting, but it didn’t come out too well.
Then, I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. The mist is less now.
Time to see if I can get an order in for Morrisons. The last few times it’s taken between 2 to 4 weeks. I’ll give it a go.
Got it done! But I had to wait until Tuesday 30th June for a delivery slot. And that is a bit late in the day one. Unfortunately, 16:30 > 17:00 hrs. But the waiting doesn’t matter, as I have so much food in the flat at the moment, you wouldn’t believe how much!
Scary innit? Hahaha! By the time it arrives, I should be ready for it. In thirteen days, there should be room for it. Being the Unglefrogwoggling idiot that I am, I’m sure the recent Blank-Spots and Spells are the cause of my ordering food and not remembering, I’d done so.
I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as they have not answered my two emails sent yesterday, see if they are okay. The line (It always is) was bad, Jane rang me back. That was a bit better for hearing and understanding. Pete arrived near the phone, I wished him well with his experimental treatment at the City Hospital! When the conversation became three-way, I was lost altogether. Pete departed to do some shopping and check on his bank balance and investments. I then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. We parted, and I shot in the wet-room. When I say, shot…
I sat, sitting there for ages, convinced that something was about to erupt. But, No! Nothing moved, despite my firm belief that it was ready and willing, the innards refused to allow any evacuation! Still, I got a few more clues answered in the crossword book.
Off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I took a shot of the weather, still a bit misty, no signs of any rain. It doesn’t look the slightest bit like it’s going to be any precipitation! Inchcock wrong again!
Then I had a thought (I occasionally do), it doesn’t look like rain. So why are Arthur Itis’s knees losing pain and gaining stiffness? Every time they have done this in the past, rain or even a storm had come on the same day. I don’t suppose it matters, but my EQ faith suffers.
I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins!
Back to Computer Cameron, and went on the WordPress Reader section. That took me over an hour. I’d got behind with me reading, with the activity of the last few days. All caught up now.
I wet on the Nottinghamshire Live Full News Site. Here are the first few headlines on the page: Just to cheer you up, like!
Girl Found Dead in Nottingham Park.
Police close bridge as ‘pools of blood’ found following Nottingham shooting.
A teenager has been locked up after he stabbed a 20-year-old man during a “gruesome and violent” attack in Nottingham.
Millions of people in Beijing under new Coronavius restrictions. There have been 137 new cases in the last six days!
To make my day, the next page gave April’s Nottingham crime figures for my postcode.
Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off again. Making doing any work on graphics impossible until, if, she gives me a break.
So, I got the nosh going. Despite my feeling half out of it, it was a decent looking and tasting effort, a little too much for me to eat it all, but I gave it my best shot! Flavour Rating: 8.2/10! After having eaten what I could of it, I was feeling more alert and aware of things.
Taking the things back into the kitchen to get them washed, it looked like an explosion had taken place. The mess I’d left from the cooking made the place look very untidy, a sausage lay on the floor near the stove, along with two halves of tomato, a fork, and an unidentifiable tablet—one of the small ones that all look the same, Furesomide, Beta-Blocker or a Codeine 30g. I think I was lucky that I didn’t leave the stove on, tap running, or window open. Shame-Mode-Adopted!
I tidied up a bit and got the washing done. And planned to get back to watch a re-run of a 2016 Euro match. Eventually, I got my head down to view the footy. Fell asleep, but woke up to see the penalty shoot-out, at least.
I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme.
However, when I went to make a brew, the EQ predicted rain arrived, but not a lot of it.
My new headphones on, and fell asleep, as expected. My waking up was a bit scary (Not really, but it made me jump). The right earpiece cover and foam, which I discovered was just stretched over the plastic, fell off. Falling down my shoulder, followed by the headphones, onto my Brobdingnagian-sized flobby-stomach is what woke me. I wondered what the heck had happened at first. Haha!
I set about trying to put the cover back over the ear-part. Not a good job, but it will do for now. Humph!
Sweet Morpheous was reluctant again. Gragglespitness!
04:00hrs: I lay there on the c1968, rickety recliner for a good while, assessing my situation mentally and physically. 
After a mild form of organisation was gathered in the grey-cells, the first thing was to check the time on my Charity shop-bought £2 wristwatch. It was not on my wrist.
-Painful) wee-wee. 
I had a rummage around and searched in the daftest of places in search of the watch. With no luck! 
It seemed the mist was getting a little thicker as the morning went on? This time when I opened the window to take this photograph, it seemed a lot colder out here than it did earlier on? Brrr! 
Not such a good session this time. I reckon this was because I was trying to rush it, in case the Amazon delivery arrived with the reusable facemasks. The teggies were done without any Whoopsies. 
The hairs were growing around the ear-holes, and I decided to use the razor to cut them. This did not work, so I got the scissors… I shouldn’t have done that! I should have known better, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being on form! Hehe! 
Got redressed, and on the Amazon site, to check the tracker. 
I went to the kitchen window to see if I could spot a delivery van or lorry out there.
Then, a grey car came up and turned at the dead end, and parked in the Emergency Vehicles Only parking bay. As I peered down at it, it was apparent that it was a Taxi or someone getting a lift with his shopping. It was my neighbour, Malcolm. 
Thank you!
went to take a photograph of Marie’s, Koala Katie, and Pattie’s Scruffy, donated pets for me ♥, who I talk to each day, as they rest on top of the DVD shelves. But the Canon camera came up with this message as I returned the SD card. ‘Card cannot be accessed. Reinsert/change the card. Or format with this camera. Oh dearie me, what next is going to go wrong! 
A sigh of relief was proffered forth. 
Iceland’s delivery man arrived. Thanked him and slipped him a G & T to him in thanks, and got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen. 
The nosh was prepared and served up. A bit of a palatable feast as it turned out. 
02:00hrs: I woke up well wanting a wee-wee. Wriggled my ghastly onerously bulky, but wobbly body from the depths of the £300, second-hand, none-working recliner, and with surprising dexterity, I shot off to the wet room (alright, hobbled precariously). The release was of the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode
The poor old uncut toes, nails, and feet looked more gnarled than ever. I swear when I raise my foot, even a few inches,
le on. I know it’s a little earlier than I’ve gotten up for a couple of days, but the mist seemed to be coming down already. 
to imbibe. All of the results were down vs yesterday. Including the temperature; that was at 79°c, one down on yesterdays. No, that should be 79°f, surely. The pulse was ten points less. The Sys was five lower, and the Dia was two below. Better, methinks? Note the arithmophobia may mean I got something wrong.
Took the medications, with an extra painkiller, because Toothache Thomas was kicking off again. 
I got on Computer Cameron and went on the emails to check on the Morrison order. They have substituted Saver Garden Peas with Batchelor’s Mushy peas – and it looks like they are charging me for the more expensive unasked for ones? No Morrison Saver marrowfat peas, but they tell me they cannot deliver an alternative. Thank heavens for that. They may well have sent me a grilled Octopus with Ancho Chile Sauce & Noodle ready meal! But, at least they have sent the tissues for Jenny and Frank! 
I went to make a brew of tea and took another view of the changing mist and fog. It’s getting a bit thicker now. But it didn’t feel too cold as I hung out of the anti-photographer designed, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new window. 
When I returned to the computer to download the photo on it, and this even amazed me: I had to go back to the kitchen, and search for the lens cap for the camera. After many minutes of searching, I returned to the computer area and scanned for the lens cap. This in itself is nothing new and is a frequent, almost several times a day event. I was getting annoyed with myself again. I looked in the wet room and hallway, no luck! Gave up and returned to the computer… the lens cap was on the camera! 
Ah-well, it’s time to get the ablutions sorted out. No showering, of course, the noise may disturb the slugabed neighbours. Hehehe! 
Well, well, well, one of the bestest ever ablutionary session for months! (Apart from a toe-stubbing against the shower chair as I moved it!) Not a single dropsy of the toothbrush or paste, soap or razors. Smug-Mode-Instigated! But I could have done without the toe-stubbing bit. 
The mist is lifting a bit, I think? 
The Amazon folks had sent another email with a revised ETA. 
acker. The progress graph has no moved at all, and the ETS has changed to a little later. Oh, dearie me! Fingers crossed.
urts for me and collected the bags from me. I still had the shakes going a bit ferociously.
04:00hrs: I stirred uncomfortably, my amour propre was at a low ebb. The Thought-Storming began, mostly involving yesterday’s Whoopsies, Accifauxpas, and mistakes made on the computer that cost me so much time and concentration to correct. Not that I managed it. This, in turn, changed the thoughts to my actions required today, and the fact that I know they will fail! Gawd Blimey, on a right downer, and I’ve not moved yet! 
It was not as gloomy as yesterday morning was. Cleaned the bucket and got the kettle turned on. Then I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee. 
Then I went back to make the brew and do the BP and take the medications. Which was a bit of a shock? The pulse was showing 101f. The temperature was 38.6°c, but it has been low for so long. Making the brew was an effort, spilling the tea, the milk, the right hand at times, doing just what it wanted. 
The almost howling ‘Hum,’ and the tap-tap knocking from Herbert, accompanied me, as I made a start on this blog. I even kept catching the little burn on my finger, when the Shaking Shaun had a go at me, repeatedly. 
Back on the CorelDrawing, and a few minutes later, I heard the Intercom. It was an angry young man, who it seems has been waiting for me to answer the intercom for ages! When he got up, he dropped the parcel and ran off, not interested in my thanks or explanation. With the hearing aid batteries nearly ran out, and the pathetically quiet tone of the intercom, plus, it often not working. It’s been a disaster from them fitting it! Not to mention that I didn’t hear him while I was on the phone! (Int life a bugger!) But now I have some Facemasks to use. If and when I can get myself out and about on the bus again. 
So, off to get the ablutions done. A reasonably good session it was too! Apart from the dropsies in the shower, there was only a handful to count, no toe-stubbings, or knocking anything over either. 
Mind you, I did crack my right shoulder against the door frame on leaving and dropped the towel and camera. My walking into things is not going to get any better, the Peripheral Pete, and the Doctors assure me of that. 
Silver-Ling-Search-Results: The camera was not damaged! I tried it when I got into the kitchen to get the meal sorted out
I got the one-pan used meal served up. Hot Dog sausages and a jar of tomato passata with peppers, the bread thins, and a carton of orange juice, with a pot of jelly. Taste rating; 7/10.
00:00hrs: Already up, and finished working on this updating of the Tuesday post, and sent it off. 
A brand new style off wee-wee today, (It’s interesting having so many ailments!) I’ve Christened the mode as UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful). It’s encouraging to be able to report that Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding at all! All done, washed the hands and contact points, and as I was going out of the door, I had to go back in to deal with another rushing-gush wee-wee of the same variety!
I wiped and washed again, and off to the kitchen to do the medicationalisationing.
The BP readings were different this morning. SYS well up, at 173, DIA 83, Pulse 77, and Temperature was 37.8°c. When I got out the tablet dispensers, I worked out that I had enough up until Saturday morning. This
I got on with updating. The rain and darkness repeatedly came and went, and finally, the updating got finished. The job was all done and dusted. 
The ablutions 
were soon got into with gusto. 
Down, bag in the bin, and ambled along Chestnut Drive, as the drizzle started to come, camera at the ready. I stopped for a few moments under the Chestnut tree while the rain was more substantial, but it soon weakened to just the odd spit falling. 
Back to the apartment, and put these pictures into the computer. 
time this time, for the
However, I did get of my favourite McVities orange flavoured chocolate biscuits. A bottle of Woolite washing liquid and a bag of black bags. 
I made my way through Trinity Sq
uniforms and stab-vest, watching as they ambled around, ignoring the pavement cyclists, the vehicles parked on double-yellow lines. A scuffle taking place for a moment on Long Row encouraged them to walk up King Street in the opposite direction.
avy for a quid. 1 pack of Indian seedless grapes, a packet of walnut-halves, and cashew nuts. A packet of BBQ chicken pieces, and a packet of pork slices with stuffing! And a pack of six mini-jelly pots! By gum, the lady who helped me put them through earned her can of G & T! 
I considered pointing this illegal Road Traffic Act naughtiness out to the two heroic imitation policemen who were still nearby, with their hands in their new tunic pockets, keeping away from the earlier well avoided, Long Row scuffle.
I updated this diary for a couple of hours, then, very late on now, I got the beef nosh sorted out. Beef and gravy, with extra caramelised gravy added, potatoes, garden peas, apple pies, seedless grapes, and lemon yoghourt. Flavour rating: 8/10.
02:30hrs: I woke, in no mood to become active in mind or body. Gawd blimey, I was still so tired! Never have I had such Clinomania, and reluctance to wake up, let alone get up! A little discussion between my brain vs my lack of willpower and interest in anything, resulted in the recreance winning this time, and I nodded off into sweet obliviousness.
As I struggled to get to the wet room, I espied signs of nocturnal nibbling on the Ottoman tray! 
Unfortunately, in my haste, I knocked corner stand, and I heard things fall off of it. No stopping, onward, the wee-wee must be released! And what a wee-wee! An HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Sprinkly-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style. But not a long one, and no pain with it, so that was good!
Fair enough, Toothache Tim and Duodenal Donald were making up for this, and a sore throat was developing. But overall, this getting up late seems to suit me? But, of course, most likely it just fooled the other ailments temporarily. Arnie Schwarzeneggers? They’ll be back! Hehehe!
ablutions are done. 
I’d done the teeth, bloodlessly, but it was a bit painful with Toothache Tim nudging his way into the scene. (Swank-Adopted!) While I was moving the clothes, I’m sure I saw the shape of a rabbits head in the moved flannels. 
I photographed the stomach before and after the shower. But there was no difference as I could see.
I got dried off and set about the perfumery and medication duties. These took longer than the teggies, shaving and showering out together! Olive-piled the ear-holes first. No Saccades Sandra spray left to use, Grungleclapskin! Applied the Germoloid cream (Wince!). Then got some after-shave on the one tiny cut. Sprayed the Brute deodorant over the elephantine body. Last of the Brute spray used up! Got the Phopain gell well-rubbed into the knees. And carefully, Note no toe-stubbing 
or dropping of the showerhead again! Smug Mode Adopted! I made my way to the front room to get clothed. 
airs.
I struggled a bit getting the bags in the chute, not because they were heavy or large, they weren’t. The problem was Shuddering Should Shirley had kicked off again, and she meant business this time. This encouraged the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance. Nearly had me over, so it was a good thing I was in such confined space at the time!
Back and collected the trolley, using the walls in the narrow hallway, so I didn’t worry if I had a funny turn, the dancing returned, or Dizzy Dennis visited. 
I could find no details about the buses on the website. So asked on Winwood Heights Facebook, if anyone knew about the buses or Poundland store. Hugh ‘thinks’ the L9 is running in a Saturday timetable. If so, That’ll do me. 
Tried Josie’s door again. No answer. 
blasted its last beams on earth, I got the camera and tried to take a decent shot of the scene. 
0:00hrs: I’d just got the Saturday blog done and posted off when midnight arrived.
Sleep has been unavailable, none-existent all night. But now, after setting up this template, I will try again, I need some rest. Why I could not get off earlier is a mystery. Maybe the sudden hot weather, or the day I had yesterday? Everything that happened reminded me of my bad fortunes and luck. I was grumpy with myself and got annoyed and irritable most of the time. Carping in the brain, moaning, cantankerously belly-aching, whining on, and wingeing and ended up boring myself!
Disappointingly, as I opened the kitchen window, I realised by the wonderful petrichor, I’d missed the rain. The ground outside was not soaking wet, so it must have been a short shower of sorts. But it left a beautiful whiff in the air! A bit colder this morning too.
For some unknown reason, typing this, reminded of the Dr in the cardiac unit, in the City Hospital. I know I had been given some pre-transplant drugs, but it seems soundly entrenched in my memory – I hope it’s true and not a dream I’d had. A Mr someone or other was going to observe the procedure. 
Back to gerrin’ some nosh prepared and eaten. The five-beans in vinegarette were pretty tasteless and bland, despite my adding Hickory and Balsamic vinegar while heating them up. Most disappointing, because it said they were in vinegar, I felt certain they would be delicious and bought four cans! Huh! Three to get rid off. 
02:30hrs: I woke, the brain caught me up, and the sound of the annoying ‘Hum’ all around was a bit louder than of late – but, no time for that – Wee-wee-William was wanting to be freed! 
As 
I got the kettle on. The pot is near the air-vent on the wall that kept falling off, and the wind howling in when I first arrived at the flat. (See Photo right!) A fitter came to have a look at it (in 2016, I think) and booked me in for call two-months later for someone to tackle the problem. A young man arrived as planned to tell me it has been cancelled due to an emergency. ‘Fair enough’, I said, ‘can’t be helped’. I got a letter a week later rebooking the job, for a date three weeks later. A different young man arrived, had a look and soon set about with his foam filler, and plugged the hole. I thanked him, and off he shot, and I went shopping. But it doesn’t bother me! 
Made the brew, did the medicalisationing. The sys had crept back up a bit. The pulse, too, but I think it’s within the range. But it doesn’t bother me! 
book out. But things fooled me, all of a sudden, things moved of their own accord… I had visions of my body being found, split into two halves! Blimus, the most hurtful evacuations ever! But it doesn’t bother me! 
It was the Iceland driver, bless him, he kept trying to ring, but there was no response to the accept button, and the screen did not show anything or any voices heard. I gt a jacket on, to rush down (rush? hahaha! I am a fool!). But the door chimed out, someone had let the bloke in. He told me that a colleague of his could not get in earlier either! As I said, what next? The lad left the stuff near the door and shot off, he didn’t look too happy, and I don’t blame him. 
Then back on Cameron, starting this post off. After three hours or so, and the same amount of SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) wee-wees, I got one of the Rocket Sours iced lollies from the freezer, and started to suck it vigorously! 
I went arse-over-tip on the first step over the raised door gliders! And what a kerfuffle! 
I went for a drink of orange juice, the evening horizon looked worthy of photographicalisationing, so I did! For some reason, this shot reminded me of a Clint Eastwood Italian Western.
To the kitchen, the light glowed on my plump but skinny limbed imitation-body. 
I wondered what I might have been doing during the night. 
I got the China mug of Thompsons Punjana tea made and sphygmomanometerised myself. The Sys had crept back up a smidge. 
There were a couple of shaving nicks
Now, I was feeling a little upbeat. But with my recor
Then I had an idea (It has been known before, although rare), for a funny ode about life and how I felt at the moment. So, I started creating it in CorelDraw with graphics. Four hours later, I got it finished and posted off. Here’s the link if you haven’t seen it yet folks: 
So, I got the sarnies made up, added some onions, gherkins, too many tomatoes (getting short on em now, I’ll ration them, Haha!) bread-thins sarnies with Sopocka, Marmite cheese and rice cakes. Taste: 7.2/10
My last photo was taken, as I did the washing up, and then settled in search of some sleep.