A few springing awakes, in response to bodily calls for the WC overnight. I forced missen up at 0445hrs. Blood all over me lower regions again, I wus a bit concerned for a while, but it stopped after a little attention.
Made cuppa, took medications.
I spent so long trying to sort out me Coreldraw problem, again without the slightest hint of any success. It’s all beyond me yer know.
Monday 15th September 2014
Not so good this morning, angina very bad and dizzy spells rampant, may have to go see the GP methinks.
I was up at 0505hrs after another night of nightmares and WC visits. Juan is getting fed up with this now.
Hard to concentrate this morning.
Now the guts have started rumbling again. Tsk!
Cuppa, WC and laptop started. Had another go at trying to find out what was the matter with Coreldraw9, but not knowing what I was doing didn’t help at all.
Beautified myself as best I could, washed, teggies, shaved, clean togs etc, and got things ready for my hospital visit for Warfarin level tests.
I set off to take some things to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, (DVDs togs and cutlery).
Got as far as the end of the street, then returned to put me hearing aids in.
Hobbled into Sherwood to the Hospice shop, (Bit of traffic about this morning) then caught bus into town and went into the pound shop for a gander.
When I came out of the Pound Shop, I came across a Greek chap selling fish and chips from his van, and a Mobility Scooter driver, who had left his scooter in the middle of the avenue, and was busy stood there digesting his nosh, while others had to walk around his deadly scooter, and cars had to wait until he’d finished his nosh. Amazing really innit?
I caught bus out to the QMC, and saw a sports car that had left the road and ran into a wall. Emergency services were there.
Dropped off the bus, and wandered up to the entrance – to find that yet again the fire alarm had activated, and a mass of bodies: ambulance team members, patients who had nipped out for a fag in the No Smoking Area, out-patients, visitors and, judging by how many shoulder-charged me as they belted passed me when we were allowed to enter, Olympic sprinters and rugby players!
I hid in a corner and let em get through, then hobbled in and got me ticket. All done in five minute of entering the dept, I limped to the bus stop and caught a bus to Bulwell – in the hope of getting some more Microwave sausages and any other cheapo offers. But, there were neither available.
A mobility scooter personage drove passed a stall and knocked some stuff off the display – he never paused at all, just drove on to scare someone else…
But at least none of the deadly mobility scooter drivers got me today.
I might regret saying that later…
Back to the bus station, and caught bus back to the hovel.
When I got in and settled, the yobs appeared on the street… so I went upstairs and got me head down early.