Monday 17th August 2015
0200hrs: Woke slowly – the dreams I’d had fresh and worrying in me mind – by the time I got up and visited the porcelain those memories were gone completely. I hate it when that happens!
Another bloody bloody visitation – ‘Little Inchy’ so sore and leaking, back passage the same. I’m getting fed-up with this!
Made a cuppa, opened laptop and got morning medication pot out ready for later. Made sure me INR record log was in me pocket ready, along with me bus-pass and camera.
Did me LOMM site posts while I had the chance, then posted yesterdays diary off.
Made cuppa, took me medications and Facebooked for ages and ages.
It took me ages to get them something like right, but I do enjoy making them for the TFZers and me Cyber-pals.
Best thing I did in a whole it was to get the newer (very expensive) Coreldraw x7 suite and the new (Then) laptop so I can make use of the power of the programme like.
Hehe, wot a life!
Another cuppa then I got a good scrub-up and freshening missen a bit.
Checked to make sure the nurses nibbles and camera was in the bag and bus-pass, INR form and mobile phone in me coat pocket ready for me trip to the Queens Medical Centre tests.
Had a natter with some of the other tenants at the bus-stop – the caught the L9 bus into town, again proving the value of me Free Pensioners Bus Pass.
Dropped off in the City Centre and made me was to catch another bus out to the QMC fer me tests.
The team in the haematology department were all new to me – and the other four people and every one but one of the six nurses were not English. Nice people though.
Ahem… on the left…
Got into town and thought I’d see if i could get any of the working socks like last time from Primark, they were comfy they were.
I thought the high-heeled shoe one was worth photographing.
Got into Primark but they did not have any of the type of socks like wot they had in stock last time I called in – shame.
Still, if yer collapsed going down this Clumber Street, yer wouldn’t hit the floor cause of all the shoplifters… no, no, sorry… Nottinghamians I meant to say like.
Caught the L9 bus back to the flats and took advantage of me getting seen to early at the hospital and gor me washing ready to take down t’laundrette room.
Started the washing machine off and returned up to the flat to use the WC. Put some letters in me bag to take to the Community Hut/Shed that had been delivered for Margaret, the previous tenant, when I got downstairs sadly someone had dropped off a letter for a lady tenant before whoever left it, the lady had passed away last week.
That makes three this month as far as I know of, two in Woodthorpe Court and one in Winchester Court – by gum we’re dropping like flies. Hehehe!
I got the togs out of the washer and into the drier and for some reason it didn’t start, so I had to pay again, this time it started okay.
When I went into the room to see if the drier had finished there was water on the floor, not from anywhere near the drier mind? Nipped up to the flat and got some towel to dry it off in case anyone slipped on it, but it remains a mystery as to where it came from?
The drier did its usual good job, togs in bag, back up to flat, togs in airing cupboard, then back down to the laundry room to collect me book. Huh!
Back up t’flat (Good job the lift ain’t broke today).
Suddenly gripped with anxiety over not getting things sorted at the old place.
Took me evening medications.