Tuesday 19th May 2015
Must do me best to get some sorting done again: I just hope BJ gets in touch. I think he rang last night but just ‘Private number’ shown on phone.
Must remember Wednesday the Age UK gentleman is calling and Thursday the evaluator from Spencer Courts is coming to interview and assess me for application to the flat.
The mind still swirling. The littlest setback criticalistion or failure and down I go. Sad state of affairs.
Even me BP readings looked dodgy to me this morning, I’ll ask the District Nurse when she comes to give me the needle, if she can have a look.
Sys 131, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 34.6c?
Started this diary – had a washski and started to sort some paperwork out.
BJ rang again, this time on another phone that showed up – rang him back. His better half answered, BJ will call later to see me.
I think missing me walks and wanders is doing me no good, but just do not have the time with all these appointments to go on ’em – Sad!
So, Wednesday Age UK advisor coming – Thursday MRBHA assessor coming, Friday clinic, District nurses twice a day for the next six days at least.
BJ called and I explained me situation come plight to him – he took me bags of washing to give Mandy at the launderette to do a service wash for me bless him. He said he would come this afternoon to take some of the bags away for me. What a mate!
Waiting for the nurse I updated this sad Tommy-rot. Whilst doing so the warm wet sensation came in me pants – Boggleplonkdamn! – Little Inch was bleeding again. Cleaned missen up and continued to wait for the nurse.
I then searched totally without any success for me multi-point Sim card attachment for the laptop, the one I’d used three hours ago! After over an hour of searching I gave up. Oh dear…
Updated this diary to here, then waited to hear from BJ.BJ arrived, returned me done service-laundry (£15.99) and set too helping me sort the bags out, and he not only took bags to the bins, but lifted me to the computer shop, where they didn’t have any multi-card reader (shame) and then to the Nottingham Hospice shop with the bags, heater, TV and DVDs. Unfortunately, the lady said they cannot accept or sell TVs? So BJ ran us to the Sue Ryder shop and they accepted it.
Got a call from the nurses, the Anoxaparin was to be stopped – as me last INR test had improved. So nobody will be calling who I can have natter with – Huh!
During which it suddenly hailed in bucketfuls.
By now I was done in physically but still wanted to get a multi-card reader to replace the one that had magically disappeared.
So when BJ left, saying he’s try to get here tomorrow afternoon and help some more, I thanked him and set off for the bus-stop to go into town and Jessop’s camera shop.
One of the best, bless him.
As I waked along the hail that had fallen for a few minutes had turned into snow.
Down Church Drive over the pelican crossing and down to the bus-stop.
I soon caught a bus into the City Centre. Got off on Milton Street and walked on to cross the lights into Clumber Street.
I popped into the Jessop’s shop anf got the multi-card reader – same model as the one I lost.
It was getting late now and I was getting more tired than ever – but as I passed some noshery or other – the smell of the food made me hungry again.
When I got off the bus in Carrington the smell from the Greek fish &chip shop even smelt nice… well, not as repugnant as it usually does like.
The rain began starting as I got to the flea-pit.
I cooked me nosh and made a cuppa.
Clues?: American… root, toms, beet, leaves, two kind of pot’s?
I’m so glad to be eating again.
Did some Facebooking and got me head down – now to see if me mind let’s me sleep Hehe!