Tuesday 7th July 2015
Up at 0505hrs – I slept on the floor in the kitchen on a duvet with a throw to cover me last night – and managed to get some sleep in, partly due to sheer weariness and tiredness I expect.
Not so many cramps either. But plenty of fretting and worrying about things I’ve got to do etc. So much to do and so little getting done.
No hot water again – so I put on the immersion heater hoping it will work so I can have a wash and shave before Painter man arrives and I set off to the GP surgery for me INR Warfarin level tests, Meet BJ at the launderette so as to go to Asda to see if I can get some drawers, bin and bits.
Hoping the things (Cooker and fridge) arrive while I’m out. Fretting something awful now.
Laptop on – Made a cuppa and took me medications, started this diary off.
Water getting hotter now, so immersion seems to work in the mornings? But it is an exspensive way to do things – and I’m spending far too much as it is… Worry fretting panic setting in again – Tsk!)
Got missen spruced up and into the few clean clothes I’ve got left. I really must try to get to the laundry room today and find out how things work there.
Had a good wash and shave and then made another cuppa.
Made list of things to do to take with me when I go to the GP nurse.
The painter Paul is late coming, he said he’d be here for 0800hrs so I could have time to walk to the GP appointment and someone would be here just in case the fridge and cooker arrived early.
If he doesn’t get here soon – what do I do?
Missing the INR blood tests is not on really.. ah he’s here…
Got me things ready and left on me 40 minute walk to the doctor’s surgery.
Got there and waited a while and got called in around 0915hrs.
I realised I’d taken the wrong Anticoagulation Record Card with me and told the surgery Nurse – but it was the nice one and she said not to worry?
She had a look at me damaged wrist and said to come back if the blue swelling had not gone down in three day.
I thanked her and made me way to the launderette to meet BJ.
One of the infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists nearly had me as I left through the gate – Swine!
Hobbled down and across to the launderette.
Had a chin-wag with Mandy, had her in tucks and all I was telling her was what had happened to me – It must be the way I tell em! Hehe!
BJ came in and his laundry was ready to be taken out of the driers.
We were soon off to Asda. Where I got a call from the Curry’s delivery drivers, they could not get into the flat – no answer to their call!
panic set in then… I called Steve from Age UK and asked him to ring Paul he painter to tell him they were outside.
BJ said a few moments later, ring Steve back and confirm they got in or I’ll run yo back sharpish. I rang him and they had got in – Phew!
Knowing this, I got some butter, sausages, sausages and sausages from Asda. But forgot the milk – hope the one I got yesterday has not gone off. Then got two of the 3 drawer storage thingies.
We made out way back to BJ’s house for him to show me the storage cabinet he’s got from Ikea to see if similar would be suitable for me to get. They were practical, but expensive.
Then he ran be back to the flats and dropped me off outside, thanked him and he shot off.
Got up to twelfth and as I got out of the lift – a pile of shredded foam was all over the area floor! Currys to thank for that. Decided to get it cleaned up ASAP or risk getting a bad name with the other residents.
In the flat I greeted in the kitchen by the fridge all looking nice in the corner near the window, and the new Cooker, unfortunately still in all its wrappings – Foam, plastics, wood slats etc.
Paul painter said they told him not to start the fridge-freezer for three hours? The place was a mess with bits of wrappings all over and Paul’s mementos of spots of paint. Oh dear, just when I was getting to feel drained too!
I struggled but got the cooker wrappings off and broke them down and carried some down and out to the caretakers refuse door – and it was open, so I popped in and found the lad Robert – who had apparently asked the Curry’s men if they had taken away their rubbish and they assured him they had – Naughty! they had not! I told him about the cooker and my ringing the Council City Homes to see if they provided a cooker installation service and they did not.
He (Robert) said he would come up in a bit to see what’s what.
I went back up and started to clean up the mess the Currys lads had left near the lift – no easy task as the giant air-vents either end of the landing were letting in the wind and it was very gusty too! Huh! Took me ages to corner the bits of foam. Hehe, must have been a funny sight!
Then I had a look at the cooker and there were not connection wires as I could see to attach it to the electricity supply box?
I started to clean the place up again and Robert arrived to have a look. He tried to sort out the problem with the hot water – but we got nowhere with it – he did explain about the night storage heaters – they were expensive!
Then he looked at the cooker and said indeed the cables were missing to link it up? He would return on Thursday to have another look and will try to sort some out for me. Thanked him an off he poddled.
I went down to the community shed leaned and spoke with one of the two ladies there – not the Frau Obergruppenfurher Camp Kommandant one, I just smiled in her direction but kept out of any verbal communication.
The lady said see how it goes, she’ll ask someone to come and see me. (Loud Tut from the Frau Kommandant on the next table at this stage).
The wind was now the worst I’ve ever encountered locally.
Back to the flat and painter Paul was clearing his thing ready to go – so I paid him his money and off he went.
I relaxed a bit now I was on me own again checked the kitchen out and started to appreciate all the mementos he’s left for me in the kitchen:
Paint splashed on the sink, draining board, laptop, door, cupboards, floor, windows, draining tray every exposed bottle, tin, crockery, the chair, the chair cushion (which incidentally had one broken tie when I left the house earlier and now had four broken ties?) and even the kettle was speckled in magnolia paint!
Took me ages to clean em, in fact I ain’t done em all yet. Tsk!
Just had a peep in the front room – the new Virgin modem, telephone and the windows will need specks removing too.
I’m too nervous to check the other rooms
The cooker looks like it has an expression on its face don’t you think?
Tonight methinks beans and sausage.
Cleaned the sink area but not all the bottles, jugs, sprays etc, just too tired and wanted to get this diary finished off while me memories were semi-fresh.
If that’s the right word?
Must try to get some frozen nosh in tomorrow – maybe-not though, I forgot the cooker ain’t working yet – I’m easily confused yer know.Tsk!
Oh that reminds, nurse Nicole made an appointment for me cardiac blood test 0945hrs on Mon 27 July.
Hang on, I’ll put that in me Google calendar now…
Done it, thanks fer yer patients… no I mean patience folks!
What do you think?
I just got me first incoming phone call on me land-line – wrong number. Huh!
Had no time to prepare Patti Berkert’s curried bean recipe so had them straight as if to speak.
The milk had not turned or gone off so enjoyed a good strong cuppa with them – (and some un-mangled from being squashed on delivery along with the broken clock) Tesco mini-rolls for afters.
I think Glendora from Age UK is calling tomorrow. Hope she’s been told about me appointment at the clinic.
Tired again now.