Thursday 19th February 2015
Last night I had braised beef in onion gravy with soft bread followed by a yoghurt ice lolly, mousse and my medications. Mmmm!
But the wind… of dear, very persistent and noisome putrid pestiferous poohs meritorious of the Houses of Parliament… that bad! Oh dear…
I got up late at o540hrs and beautified missen ready for me extra Queens Medical Centre Haematology INR level test.
No blood from me rear-end, gel on me knees and ankles and the bruise on me head was almost gone.
Made up a bag of nibbles for the nurses, made sure I’d got umbrella, bus pass, INR record card, cash, reading glasses, hearing aids etc.
Set-off in the rain so caught a bus instead of walking to town in case I gotted soaked again like on Monday.
Popped into the chemists first to pick-up me blood-release tablets that they had ran out of when I picked up me monthly dollop of medications, and had a bit of fun with the girl on the counter that went down very well and all four of the staff laughed with or at me:
When Safira gave me the bag of Trental tablets, I pretended to read it and saying out loud “Oh one pound eh…” Then produced my earlier prepared gigantic chocolate pound coin and handed it to her. A lovely grin came over her face and she turned to the others and showed it to them and wallah… everyone laughing at the same time.
I really got satisfaction from that.
Bus out to the QMC where on getting to the entrance I was tickled to see patients outside, some in wheelchairs some on drips, outside having a fag under the No Smoking signs. Bless em!
I was soon seen to and the samples taken and had me injection of Warfarin straight into me ticker and was back out into the rain and on the bus back into town.
Swallowed me midday medications then I took a photo on the bus through the front window but for some reason found it was far too blurred – again – to use?
Getting the shakes is not doing my photographicalisational reputation any good at all!
As I dropped off the bus the Police paddy-wagon had pulled up a car and three plain-clothed officers were trying to ejecting the occupants.
The incident took place in front of the bus-stop my sister uses.
Wonder what they’d done?
I didn’t ask like.
I poddled up the stairs (Painfully) to the walk-over (Muggers paradise) to take a few of shots of the wonderfully, pleasant, happy, merry, joyous, contented, sweet, kind, philanthropic Nottinghomian’s on Upper Parliament street in the rain.
Took a walk through the open market, but is was bereft of any choice, many stalls unoccupied and the owners of the stalls were obviously not happy as they glared at people as if to say “Yes.. you dare disturb me!”
I had a wobble though the rest of Victoria Shopping Centre and the first window I came to as I entered it was the High Class (Claimed by them anyway, the prices Are high) John Lewis department store windows.
I was intrigued by the display windows I must say, felt something was missing like…
I noted some shoppers coming into the centre who were absolutely soaked through.
So I nipped back to the walk-over to take a photo in the heavy rain in an effort to try and get another atmospheric one.
It didn’t come out like that really, but it did catch some more Nottinghomians crossing against the lights. Oh it didn’t… the lights must just changed as I took it – Huh!
I wandered to Tesco and managed to get some cheesy seaweed and gravy granules, then had another losing fight with my conscience over whether to purchase some fresh cream French Horns or not to purchase some fresh cream French Horns…
I purchased some fresh cream French Horns. Tsk!
I slipped the pigeons some seed on Trinity Square as I made me way to catch the bus back to Carrington and the flea-pit.
Got rather wet between the bus-stop in Carrington and the front door.
Got changed and put two beef slices in the microwave and made some rich gravy and poured it over them when cooked – had some bread and sauce with em followed by the fresh cream French Horns. (Guilty mode adopted)
Had a scrub-up took me evening medications while continually coughing sneezing and passing wind.
Watched a Heartbeat DVD while I ate me nosh.
I haven’t had a single evacuation from the rear all day… bit worrying that!
Tired out now poor mite that I am…