Tuesday 28th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in!

"But, Ossifer..."

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TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2021

04:00hrs: As I woke, I had the door chime ringing in my ears? ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫ I fumbled my way out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner, in a semi-panic - Who could in be at this time in the morning? The Fire Brigade? Josie needing help?

My mind was racing as I wobbled all over the place and opened the unlocked door... All in total darkness. The motion-activated lights in the flats lobby had not come on, so nobody could have been inside the hall?

As I went back to it, I realised that yesterday, I'd changed the tune on the buzzer to ♫ Oh, My Darling Clementine ♫? I must have been dreaming something about the chimer not working? Maybe, perhaps, possibly... or not. 

Anyway, I felt a clot and returned to the front room, sheepishly!

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Swollen Feet Check

Had a close look at the state of the plates.

I compared them to a similar photo I took last Tuesday. Oh, dear!

Do they look a little worse than last week? And I thought they were getting better as time went by? Hey-Ho!

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Handwashing Shirt

I had a vicious wee-wee, and then I washed the shirt worn yesterday and did it in the kitchen sink bowl. All done, washed, rinsed with Comfort, and hung over the sink to drip-dry. 

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Health Checks

Aha, reet-good on the Blood Pressure. Down into the amber zone! The pulse was still a bit too high, but down on yesterday, so no moaning!

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Updating the Blog

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and I set about starting this blog off.

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Herbert joined in, with a tap-tap there, and scraping noise too, many knock-knockings, so he was safe, I knew!

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Morning Carer Came

It was Sobia. And in a sober mood, she was. The door chime chimed.

She cunningly avoided having a chinwag by ignoring my talking. Clever gal! But I did get a smile as she left - which made me check my clothing; all were covered!

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Finished the Blog

Which took a good while. Posted it off to Blogger. Emailed the link address and had a wee-wee.

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Anne Gyna Attacked!

Gawd was she in a bad mood with me. It didn't help any with Reflux Roger having a go at me as well! Tsk!

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Facebooked

Winwood Court & TFZers.

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Oh, a new noise for a while. Buzzing sound, I wonder what he's using?

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Morrison Order Made

A lot of items were not available again. The one that is irking me is their thick Chilli & potato soup missing. I use a can of this as a base when I'm making a chilli stew for Josie. Then add my own potatoes, mushrooms and extra seasonings, black bean or BBQ sauce.

She likes this version, too. Hoggleboggle! Still, the problems: delivery of foods, shortages of petrol, etc., will worsen before it gets better?

I hope they have the ready-made beef and veg in black bean sauce meals available, and the leeks too. I intend to add some more potatoes (providing they get delivered, of course). I'll add the potatoes, leeks, mushrooms, and Black Bean sauce before cooking in the microwave. Hope it works out alright.

Cripling Cragnangles! Anne Gyna is giving me what for again!

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Ah, back to usual now, tap-tapping, with a few moments drilling, and back to tap-tapping again. Herbie sounds like he's in his eyeholes now.

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Made a Thomsons Punjana Brew

And it tasted great! As I did the photographicalisationing of the mug and computer, the first shot made dust all over the picture?

So I got the lens brush and titivated it on the following image.

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Fodder Time

At last, a decent meal was made. Microwaved chips and pork sausages, pork & pickle mini pies, with BBQ sauce and plain bread. A pot of lemon mousse as a dessert. Taste: 7.5/10. Washed the pots, had a wee-wee.

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Tap-tapping, with a few moments drilling, and back to tap-tapping again. Sounds happy enough!

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Josie Returns Meal Things

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Head Down

Intending to have an hours kip. I was woken up four hours later by the sound of the door chime chiming!

Carer Julie Entered

At this stage, in my partial stupor and haziness, there was no doubt in my mind that it was morning, not evening!

I assumed that Julia ♥ was the morning carer. She'd been on holiday; before she went, Julia left a note to tell me that she would make an appointment with the doctor to get the INR blood test, and she had told someone at Meridian Care to advise me of the meeting.

But no one from Meridian told me!

Hence the letter about the missed appointment that nobody had told me about! Life has been getting more and more confusing recently!

Julia sorted the medications out, and we had a natter. Julia ♥ said she would phone the INR appointment for me. Wonderfully helpful gal. ♥

I thanked the beautiful American carer Julia and hoped I'd remember everything that needed to be done. 🙏

Walked Julie to the door, and she took the two bags of waste with her to the chute for me. So kind! 😢 If Julia and Valerie leave, I'd be in a pickle! Which reminded me sadly of my much-missed beloved, amazing Jillie! ♥ I hope her working from home on her computer works out well for her ♥.

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The Door Chime Chimmed

It was a local Councillor, bringing forth bumf on the elections for October 7th.

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Realised The Time!

This was when it dawned on me. The Councillors wouldn't be calling at this time in the morning?

My Sherlockian skills had worked out that it was evening, not morning!

Which meant I'd got dressed for no reason at all! Humph! 

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Updated this Blog

Which seemed to take me a couple of days to get done! Slow work, frustrating and with Ann Gyna getting worse all the time, got me into a semi-depression of sorts that I had a job to get out of.

Great News Via Email!

But I Did! When I got an Email from Sister Jane. Xyrophobia sufferer hubby Pete had been to the City Hospital today and got the all-clear on his Prostate Cancer! Which brought me out of the mini-depression. I had a wee-wee, passed wind, made a mug of Glengettie, and sang to myself, for a while, Cliff Richard, Adam Faith and Rick Nelson songs mostly! Well, the bits I could remember anyway. Old favourites seem to stay with you, though, such as The Young Ones, It's up to You, We are in Love, The Time Has Come, Congratulations etc.

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On with the Job

Eventually, I finished this blog; I wish I could do the same for Anne Gyna's pain! And I posted it off to Blogger, and the email link was sent.

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Facebook Catch-Up

I wanted to take an extra Codeine to counter Anne Gyna but had to make do with Paracetamols. Else I'd run out of the decently affective Codeines before the ensuing prescriptions arrive. I really must try to get out and get some Cocodamol tablets; it's so frustrating being in pain and not dare to take painkillers. I have to try to get out and get some.

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Anne Gyna my worse ailment, a right mullarkey,

Never been worse, but I'm not sarky,

The agony has made my outlook go wonky,

My hopes and plans have gone a little shakily,

My faith had sunk into being delusory,

I'm thoughts, and plans have gone dilatorily,

My self-views seem to be getting delusionary,

Self-assessment, guilty and derogatory,

My confidence limited, even calumniatory,

My own worth, I class as depreciatory,

This is the wrong time for an Ode or Story,

Cause I'm not up to being disquisitory!

I'm not sure what is wrong with me?

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Up and Onwards... or not!

Gerald's Blog - Thursday 4th June 2020

Thursday 4th June 2020

Somali: Khamiista 4-ta Juun 2020

Oh, and she's a Magistrate

 

03:25 hrs: I woke with no requirements for any wee-wees or the Porcelain Throne. Various limbs aching the moment I tried to move them. I nipped rather smartish (for me), to the kitchen. I did have the Lady Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley having an early morning go at me. Bless her! Which ensured me, a scolded finger, spilt milk, and a rollicking right elbow rattled against the cupboard door! Then had a go at the medicationalising duties. Which was a bit of a shock in the sphygmomanometerisationing department!

The SYS, seems to be getting ever higher? Yesterday's (54) was bad enough, but this morning's 172, it's a tad worrying. I reckon all the bother, frustration and worry with and over WordPress cock-up, and forced-decision it was no longer a viable option for me, is a contributory factor. Maybe, perhaps, possibly?

Then, at long last, a need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I hastened to the wet room, and got on the plastic seat, just in time! Phew! It was a slow, steady movement, controlled entirely by the innards, increasing in the severity of pain until the end. Bloody, and beef chunk-like in appearance, and almost green! I couldn't work out why this should be. Last nights nosh had nothing in it that could have contributed to the... ah, I did have some of the Egyptian grapes?  The meatball-sized evacuation did look a bit greeny-brown in colour? Hehehe! I made the brew, and got on the computer. Almost immediately, the 'Hum' which was load again, was joined by a throbbing noise from above. Sounding as if it came from inside the building. I earlier read, on Winwood Heights Facebook page, of other tenants hearing noises, and the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager and desktop-dancer, Angela Gould, was investigating. It must be getting louder, cause I've never heard it before. Either that or the new olive oil I put in the ears is good stuff. Hahaha! I took out the hearing aids, and could just about still hear it?

I hope for a eucatastrophic ending to the engineer's investigations. But, now, I've heard it, it will be annoying me.

I got on the blogger, to start this post off. With all the kerfuffle of leaving WordPress, and getting this limited-option Blogger as useful as I can manage to use, I can't remember if I'd posted this photo or not. I came across a 1926 photo of Parliament Sreet, Clumber Street junction. And on my Great Escape trip to Nottingham on Tuesday, I took a shot of roughly the same view as it is now. I thought you might like to enjoy the difference.

In the 1926 photograph, nostalgia was inspired. I remember my father calling in to use this establishment, (so he told me) on his way home from work. I only went in once, in about 1968, but the warm, cloudy almost rancid tasting beer put me off returning as I recall. The Old Corner Pin public House traded until 1989. It was initially called the Horse and Groom. Home Brewery took it over in 1910 and changed the name. Mind you; it had a reputation as a contact point for Ladies of the night.

Went on WordPress Blogger, even if I couldn't blog anything! Buggleworthlessness! Comments and Reader sections visited. I blogged as far as her; then I went onto Facebooking, TFZer and Winwood Homes. 

 

Ablutioning time. Well, things went fair enough. The teggies-brushing was bloodless and dropless! Oh, yes! The shaving dropsies; Shaving foam can, razors (4), and the mouthwash bottle (plastic, and no bursting open!) The showering and things got a bit silly; Brush, shower gel (2), flannel, and the carbolic soap.

So, not too bad so far... then after drying off the medicationing was tended to, and the jocoseness began: I didn't need to but thought it might be a good idea, to put a smidgeon of the Daktacort cream on Little Inhcies fungal lesion. A Bit of a Fauxpas there! I dabbed in on a little too energetically, and the blood flowed... over the floor cabinet, the toilet, sink and me! Cragnacklles! This used up some more of the precious time I have left. Hahaha!

Arthur Itis's knees were Phorpain gelled. Harold Haemorrhoids rear-end botherations were Germolided. The towel put on the airer, and off to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.

I got on Computer Cameron, then remembered I wanted to call for help from ILC, Warden, and Ballerina, Scharfuhreress Deana. So did it while it was in my head.
I asked her to call the Podiatrist to see if they were open yet and could book me an appointment to have the feet tended to and toenails cut. God willing, with luck, all being well, touch wood, fingers crossed, maybe they are open again? Deana said she'll ring them for me and get back to me.

Then I asked for a new strap for the wristlet alarm. As this one, at six years old, and getting the habit of springing out of its retainer. Deana said she's got one in stock and would be up later. Bless her cotton socks!

Then got updating this block. Next, onto CorelDraw, to do some thought and TFZer graphicalisations. Before I could make a start, the chimes rang out there, ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, ringtone. It was the gorgeous Obergruppenfúrheress Deana arrived at the door. She threaded the wristband on the alarm for me. She gave me the deeply-discouraging, disenchanting, disheartening, dour, disillusioning, demoralising, dispiriting, distressing, dismal, disastrous, dire, soul-destroying and depressing news that the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist is not open yet! Execrable, fractious-making update!

Back to try CorelDrawing again! Did few graphics, and Dizzy Dennis arrived for a visit.

Made a belated Iceland priority order. Then got the oven heating ready for the battered fish din-dins I had just planned.

Updated this blog up to here. And had a sit doing nowt for a while, until Dizzy Dennis eased off. Then went to sort the meal progress.
Although I was in a genuinely depressing state, thanks to the WordPress new editor mess, and the disappointment of not being able to get the painfully agonistic plates and tootsies treated, I made the biggest plateful of fodder ever - and ate it all! Gannet! Fish balls (Don't laugh, Hehehe!), Whiting in batter, gherkins, silverskin onions, mock crab-sticks, seedless grapes, garden peas and cooked beetroot slices! 7.5/10 for its flavour rating.

I got the pots washed-up. And plopped my hog-belly-like, adipocerously, flobby-bellied body down in the £300, second-hand, c1968. Not working thanks to my Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious, Brother-in-law Pete, who broke it when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables, while I was the hospital after the stroke. I had a confabulating few minutes talking to myself; well, feeling sorry for myself, I suppose.

Sleep was denied me once again, and I can safely say that I was not in an exactly Panglossian mood. The wind was coming in from the not properly closed balcony door, and I merely grabbed the thin quilt and wrapped it around my battered, arthritic, bloodless, misshaped, long toenailed, painful lower limbs. Well, idleness and certain inertia had joined in with my other ailments.

I was getting desperate, all the hassle, which I half expected after the wonderful, enjoyable escape and hobble photographing around town. I knew I'd have to pay for those brief couple of hours of near enjoyment! Unglefrogwogglesworthing!

Despairing of ever getting to sleep, I turned on the TV. Which was a pick-me-up on this occasion!

A documentary about David Jason's career was showing. I was really enjoying watching it, in my eyeholes, laughter hadn't flowed like this for ages! It was bringing back old happy memories, too!

Then the advertisements came on... I fell asleep!

Cragknackles! 

I had terrible trouble with the Blogger fonts changing size on there own!