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Sunday Evening Catch-Up
Got the Sunday blog finished and posted off and went on Facebooking, TFZer and Winwood Heights. Checked for any comments on Blogger.
Carer Julie (?) did the medications.
Nosh.
I mused over what needed doing today. The Doctors appointment this afternoon, try to sort more decluttering; I'd not washed the pots last night... (Hoe can I suddenly remember things like that?) Ah, Iceland delivery... better get up and make a start. The body was not too keen on this idea from the brain, but the usual want of a wee-wee forced me out of the recliner.
Once I'd struggled to pass a dribble or two, the mind went into a, doing odd jobs and finishing very few of them mode. Although I did complete the first one, doing the health checks. (Smug-Mode-Engaged)
Health Check Results
Oh, dearie me! The dang Blood Pressure was continuing its climbing up the scale!
Back up in the second danger zone again. And this after going down for several days, and at one time (Saturday), I was down into the 'Ideal' green section... I should have known it wouldn't last for long. Tsk!
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Morning Odd Job Man
I was all over the place. Started doing the pots. Then broke off, made up some waste bags, put the kettle on, finished the pots, then...
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Porcelain Throne Session
Well, that went well! One massive torpedo flowed painlessly and had somehow disappeared of its own volition before any flushing? Not smelly, not messy and minimal bleeding worth mentioning! Washed the cloths and put them in the sink, disinfected.
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Back To The Odd Jobs
Sorted out some more stuff for the Winwood Table, put them in the hallway on the radiator. Will this decluttering ever end?
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Wee-Wee
Doing some sorting in the big room and nipped to the wet room for a wee-wee. En route, I did a toe-stubbing of monumental agony! I think I may have sworn a bit. Then noticed I'd left the hot water tap running in the sink!
Updating Blog
I didn't get far, and a text message came in from Iceland. It informed me the delivery will arrive twixt 06:00 > 08:00hrs, and nothing is missing, no substitutions either! My EQ intervened with my thoughts - telling me, 'This delivery will not go well!' Oh, dear, my EQ is never wrong either! I pressed on with this blog, very few wee-wees interfering this morning?
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06:45hrs: The Mobile Rang!
It was from Iceland (My EQ proved correct again!) They are having problems this morning, and the delivery will be late. Will I be in if it is after 08:40hrs? Without thinking, I said yes, no problem. After the call, I dreaded the thought of my four boxes of ice lollies and the state they would be in. Pouches of liquid and a wooden stick in each, I imagine.
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Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Down!
Pressing on with the blog, and, it's hard to believe, I know, but Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went Down again!
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Took Photos from the Balcony
The lonely car park.
Argos delivering!
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Waiting For The Morning Carer
The door chime rang out! It was Carer Valerie. Got the medications sorted out. But knew nothing of reminding me about the appointment with the doctor or not to give me a Furesomide tablet.
Jill had asked Meridian to get the carer to remind me today of the appointment and not taking a Furesomide tablet. Valerie had not been told anything about this. Sad!
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Awaiting The Belated Iceland Delivery
As soon as they come and I get the fodder away, I can do the ablutions. Did some sorting and took the bags to the chute - Oh, no... I might miss the late Iceland man. Oh, here he is now...
The gentleman kindly put the bags in the doorway blocking the door open. I moved them inside and got them to the kitchen. Dropping some stuff off in the junk room.
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Blogging Again
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Planning Mode Attained!
Well, I must get the ablutions done next. Then the bags of... no, I'll ring Deana first to see if she'll be in when I go out... she'll ring back. Getting a dizzy here. The mind is stubbornly refusing to listen to me?
Better get the wet room things done as soon as she rings back. Then dressed, paperwork for the surgery, nibble en route, walk there, bus it back to Sherwood, and a 40 bus up the hill... There's something I've forgotten... Oh, dearie me... Not good this.
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Set Out on Hobble to the Doctors
Hoping I'd remembered everything, I set out on my mission to the Doctors.
Down and along the link passage into Winwood Court. On my way to drop off a packet of cobs for the hair lady and some bits for Warden Deana.
Poor Deana has been on her own for a fortnight, and I expected to see Julie back from her two-week holiday. But No! Deana has it all on again. Julie has been 'Pinged' and is now self-isolating! Felt sorry for Deana. Left her a bag of treats; I hope it cheered her up at the thought of having it all to do.
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Out and align Chestnut Walk, turning right down Winchester Street. The new private flats were progressing well by the look.
Down the hill, and at the bottom, I met, of all people, coming up Jill and her hubby Carmichael; I may have got the name wrong? (Jill just arrived and laughed at my using Carmichael. advising me it was Eugene!) I was p[leased to see the lad, decent sort, with the abandon of Covid we shook hands. Jill said she'd see me later.
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I called in the Ozan shop, and I got a tin of peas and a small packet of delicious looking orange flavoured shortcake biscuits. Not for me, of course... well, yes, it was.
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I struggled up the hill, and the sunshine and heat were lovely, but not when walking. When I got into Carrington, a cyclist came at me, giving inches between us. I turned and took a zoomed-in shot of him. Git!
On I plodded, down to the Lidl Store. Where I bought chicken thighs, wieners, cooked ham and tomatoes. As I came out, I called in the chemists to see if the prescriptions might be ready. They were, so I collected them. The trolley guide was getting full now, to carrier bags on the handles and the basket full.
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On my way to the surgery, another Pavement Danger nearly clouted my from behind this time. Swine!
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Doctors Session
Got to the Doctors surgery and sat in the outer waiting area until it was time for the appointment. (As instructed)
I loved the new (to me) receptionist. Her head rose from the computer screen, with a slight sneer of contempt, her right arm shot out, Hitler fashion, as she said "Take a Seat!", pointing at the meagre eight chairs spread out in Covid-19 style. I didn't think it was worth speaking; it might have been dangerous to say the wrong thing! So I nodded, sat down, and got the crossword book out. Not that I got any clues solved, but still.
Nurse Caroline came to me, and we went into the Nurses room, awaiting me in there, a damned scary sight for any patient, let alone an already nervous one... The most impatient nurse I have ever come across! Senior Practice Nurse Ann! She was doing the memory test on me.
While Nurse Ann was on her computer, I handed the nibble bag to Nurse Caroline. I wouldn't risk giving it the Ann and saying the wrong thing. She's not that bad really, bet she laughs when she reads this - although I've never seen her laugh.
Transpired that Dr Vindla will call me on the landline (she does know about my bad hearing, of course), Re Memory, on the 31st August, at 10:00hrs. After assessing the results of today's session.
Thanked the gals and off to the bus stop.
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Buses Back Home
I wobbled along with the trolley to the bus stop in Carrington. Where something I've never seen before awaited me at the shelter. I dare not take a photo. It looked as if a family had moved into the bus shelter. A bloke, two men and four kids were in there, with a dog. Hehe! I couldn't get to signal to stop a bus. So, I walked down to the next bus stop. As the vehicle passed that stop, they were all still in the shelter. Oddlimost! They were probably just waiting for a specific bus, but my mind saw the funny side to it. Hahaha!
Got Off In Sherwood
I was going to call into the bank, to get the Declutteres money to pay him with, but again, I'd gone out in the sleeveless jacket and could not find the card number!
So, I crossed the road and called at the Co-op. Thought I might get some fresh garden peas, although Lidl had no canned or fresh peas available, my hopes were slight, just as week cause the Co-op had none as well.
Making my way up the hill to the bus stop, I espied one of the dreadfully abused Escotters left on the pavement. A danger to anyone unsighted! This leaving them all over the place ought to be tackled more efficiently.
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Bus Stop Gossip
It was a delight when I saw Doris, Frank and Roger (I think) sat in the shelter. We shared a gossip, laugh, leg-pulling ensued. Right and properly enjoyed the persiflage that flew between us! Thanks, folks! Sorry, I didn't think of taking a photo. Tsk!
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Back At The Flats
Suffered some pain in encouraging the somewhat reluctant, recalcitrant evacuation; a fair bit of bleeding. I washed and went to take a Furosemide tablet.
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Nosh!
Not feeling up to much after the peripatetic mini-gadabout. Tired would be the most appropriate word to describe my condition. I got a quick meal made up, no cooking at all, saved a lot of time. The chicken thighs were ready-cooked. A cold can of peas, cheese portions and some of the delightful tasting tomatoes, most kindly donated by Jenny. And wholemeal buttered cobs with mandarin juice. A worthy 8/10 Taste-Rating.
Oh dear, I've not thanked Jenny yet! Damn! I'll email her straight away! Back in a while... I'm back; belated email's been sent.
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I Cratered into the Recliner!
I got into the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner. And was asleep within five minutes. I had a dream, I think? Cats were in it.
But it was only for an hour or so, but very welcomed all the same. I woke with a jump, no idea why. I soon worked out what day it was, who I was, and where I was. Hehe!
Evening Angel Carer Jill!
Jillie came in as I standing up from the chair. I was physically exhausted still and a smidgeon confused at first. What a woman! I knew I was born too soon! According to my notes on the pad, Jillie called the insurance people for me, she led me through the questions (I remember this now?), and a new policy was started.
I came round a lot from my inertia, and Jill took things down for me, as week as the waste bags to the chute. ♥ Thanks, Jill ♥ I thanked her as she departed.
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Head Down
I fetched an ice lolly from the freezer and settled to watch a TV programme.
I nodded off very quickly, waking up some five hours later, with the ice lolly within the folds of fat of my stomach. The freezing coldness didn't even wake me! I must have needed the slumbering. Grrreat!
TTFN
Nearly Missed The Siamese Tomatoes!
Sorry that everthing's so late, folks.
Doctors and travelling, and all that, put me miles behind with my Blogging. Not even started on today's yet! Tsk!
