August 2015 – Page 4 – Inchie Today

Mon 3 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today:

Monday 3^rd August 2015

0202hrs: Up and at em…

Little Inch was sore as soon as I moved the blood flowed again. Took me a while to get it to stop.

Laptop on, WC’d a few times, made a cuppa and finished off yesterdays diary.

Had a dizzy while doing it. Frit me at first, a bad un – but soon cleared itself.

INR test at 1230hrs today, got to see if prescriptions are ready too, getting low now due to having to take extra Omeprazole. I’ll see if I can call at the old place and fetch what I can carry while I’m in the area at the GP surgery.

Started this diary, made a cuppa again and then did a LOMM post.

Did an ode and then some graphics for the TFZ site:

Pretty pleased with this one of Janet Arran and missen.

Got the LOMM stuff posted afterwards, then got missen spruced up – Little Inch medicated, and tidied up the kitchen a bit.

Not much, just a bit like.

I tried ringing Steve of Age UK again, but still no answer, only voice-message thingy, so I left yet another one – but I think I have more chance of hitting it off with Hayley Mills than getting any help from Steve nowadays.

Got me things and set off on me walk to Dr Vindla’s surgery for the nurse to do me INR Warfarin level blood tests at 1230hrs.

Set off on me walk into Carrington, along Chestnut way, down the dreaded (but only dreaded in ice or going up the hill) Winchester Street, left and plodded up Mansfield Road over the hill and to the old house, were I got a few things filled into the bags for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, and took out some more rubbish to the bins, only to find the next door neighbour had filled my bin with their rubbish – which now lays on the floor at the side of their bins!

Up to this point I had been feeling pretty fair, but the angst began again now.

Got me bags and poddled out and to the GP surgery and got there far too early – so luckily I’d got me crossword book, and failing to find any answers without cheating kept me busy for half an hour until the nice nurse called me in to have me INR Warfarin blood level test done.

Out and too the bus-stop to catch bus into Sherwood and the Nottingham Hospice donation, using me free pensioners bus-pass of course.

Dropped me bag off at the Hospice, feeling a bit tired already now?

Utilised me free bus-pass again and caught bus into Nottingham City centre.

At the bus-stop in Sherwood I fell in love with the gear that this chap was wearing. Very natty!

In town I caught the tram into Bulwell, it was packed with animals sitting in the disabled seats with people with walking sticks struggling keep their balance.

I struggled out of me seat to let one of the disabled ladies sit-down.

A group of three young Neanderthals who were noisily nattering between themselves as they prevented the other ladies from sitting down, gave me no choice other than to talk to them about their behaviour and occupation of the disabled seating – that did a lot of good – I really thought I was going to get a pasting as they laughed, told me to’Go away’ using other words, questioned me parentage, then mocked me with a few V-signs as they got off the tram at the next stop! After all that the animals only went three stops!

No one said anything, most of them had what looked like mobile phones with wires leading to their ear-holes and looked very intent at whatever it was they were doing?

So much for the ‘You are on CCTV’ sign on a poster next to the disabled seats. Very effective that was!

Got the dizzies after they had left and I sat down again in a seat vacated by the scum-balls. Tsk!

Such is life nowadays no one spoke about what had just happened – apart from two of the disabled ladies who thanked me for trying get them a seat and asked if I was alright.

Leaving Bulwell station walking onto the main road I espied some flowers fighting each other for the sunlight- to try and get some seasoned oven chips. Town.

At the end of this plot of flowers was just one yellow flower that for some reason, took away my fear and apprehensions of what happened on the tram for a few seconds as I looked at its beauty and took a close up photograph of it.

Can anyone tell me what kind it was please – I’d like to Post this photo on the Birds and Flowers Photography Facebook page? I would sound more knowledgeable if I could tell them the name of this beautiful flower at the same time?

Went in all the freezer shops – no that’s a lie, I forgot all about the Farmfoods shop -which is annoying because I couldn’t find any seasoned chips in any of the other shops at all? No seasoned chips anywhere? I bet Farmfoods would have had some for me to buy… Huh!

After me failed mission to get the chips I caught a bus into town – I had to go all the way to town because that is where the only bus to the flats runs from.

The place was busy, especially the Nottingham beach.

Pottered around a few minutes until it was close to the time for the L9 bus to arrive.

I’ve been caught out before with these L9’s departing early yer know.

I got back to the flats, feeling a bit under the weather suddenly.

The ulcer starting to play-up, the stomach queasy, fighting to hold back me urine, and had another dizzy-spell in the lift.

Add to these, the warm wet feeling in me pants…

Got in and sorted out the bleeding – another pair of pants goes into the bowl to get antiseptic disinfectant soaked before wringing out and adding to those already in the laundry bag. Flipping ‘eck it was only on Sunday that I did me laundry, I’ve already got four pairs of undies in there. Tsk! Good job i’ve got a good stock of em in. Hehehe! Why I’m laughing I’m not sure like…

Despite feeling under the weather and all the hassle I’d had – that didn’t stop me having a feast of a meal!

Roast parsnips – Bread thins – Baked beans with sultanas – Roast potatoes -Potato crush x2.

The Bannisters Potato Crush things were very tasty indeed:

New potatoes semi crushed with Onion, Extra Virgin olive-oil, sunflower oil, salt, parsley and back pepper – I added some vinegar after they were cooked.

They were that good I retrieved the packet from me recycling bag to show anyone who’s interested what it looks like – ’cause it’s worth trying em, they were that good tasting!

Of course I can’t remember where I got them from – Huh!

One of me best meals since being in the flat. Rated it 8.6/10.

Glad to have stopped the bleeding Inch, the stomach calming down a lot, I got me head down – then the horrendous incapacitating cramps started!

Painfully plied me legs with PhorPain gel. I think it eased it cause the agony got less within ten minutes or so.

Another frustrating day. Tsk!

Sun 2 Aug 2015: Inchcock Today: Clogged up Washing Machine

Sunday 2^nd August 2015

0525hrs: Woke distorted in the chair at the laptop were I fell asleep earlier this morning after me sleep cock-up last night.

The tune from the fridge-freezer had now changed to a kind of repeating ‘Clunk, shudder whine ping-bang purr thud?

Felt a tad disorientated.

Kettle on – went to put the laptop on and message – ‘Battery level critical’ came on’t screen – I’d left it on when I nodded off in the chair, a miracle I didn’t fall off of it really. Tsk! The plug had come out of the laptop.

Got it charging and Google didn’t show on screen fully – thought I’d try it in full-screen – terrible – but then I couldn’t get it back to normal… a Whoopsiedangleplop of sort there! Tried restarting and thankfully it returned. Phew!

WC and Little Inch bleeding again – it doesn’t stop doing this soon I’ll run out of blood! Also I decided against having any more of those vegetable sausages – talk about get the runs this morning! Huh!

Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna in a good mood though – up to now.

Made me cuppa and took me morning medications, then shot

the photo at the top of this page from the kitchen window with the other camera.

To early to have a bath again, or take the rubbish to the chute.

So I started this diary off and then toyed with some ideas I have for graphics on Coreldraw 7x and Coreldraw Paint.

Then did some Facebooking before cleaning up the kitchen a bit.

Had a gorgeously deep bath, and the non-slip mat worked okay – bit of an effort to get out again but still. I say bit of an effort, but that is using mild words compared to how the struggle was really. Tsk!

Laundry bag and rubbish and recycling bags at the ready, I checked for any taps left on and electrics were off, made sure I’d got me 20p pieces soap capsules and fabric softener and out to dropped off the bags down the chute on me way down to the laundry room.

When I checked the washing machine filter, it was so clogged up it took me ages to clean it up. Naughty pensioners – not cleaning it out – Huh!

I nipped back up to the flat while the machine doing its thing, usually it takes about an hour, and did some paper shredding that I’d sorted earlier.

Made up three of the orange recycle bags, and took them to the chute on me way back to the laundry room.

Took the camera with me.

Cleaned the filter when the washing was finished. Good little pensioner that I am, thinking of others that will use the machine after me.

Transferred the washing into the drier, another hour to wait for the drier – mind you, they are good driers. then I went out for a walk in Woodthorpe Park – busier today it was – kids, cyclists, loose dogs, footballers, golfers, families, alcoholics… the usual collection, but more of them.

I walked to the under road tunnel and took a photo of it from a different position having accessed it via a different route without the steep steps.

It looks so picturesque in this photo, with the unkempt layout.

But the smells from the stale water took the edge off the beauty of it.

I wandered around the perimeter and back towards the flats, hoping to find some wild-life to photograph, but too many humans about I suppose.

When I got back I found this photo. I can’t recall taking it?

Another self activated shot?

Down the hill passed the skateboarders and back to the laundry room.

Did some of me crossword book while waiting for the drier to finish.

Washing folded into me bag, and back up to the flat.

Put me togs away.

Made me nosh.

Baked potatoes, sliced cooked beef offcuts and garden peas… oh and pickled eggs – salt and caramelised onions on the tatties.

Good taste, rated this one 8.3/10.

Then fatigue caught up with me.

Head down soon nodded off – only to wake up an hour later, convinced a noise had woken me. So got up and did a search around, but found nowt untoward like.

When it came to getting back down, I realised that little Inch had been bleeding again, so got up again and cleaned missen up.

Changed pyjama bottoms, and I’d only just washed the pyjamas as well! Super Tsk!

TTFN all.

Sat 1 August 2015: Inchcock Today: Hoping for a better day…

Saturday 1^st July 2015

**Last night just before the rain came**

00435hrs: Sprang awake, yet again to the tune of the fridge freezer clanking and whining away. It has acquired a new beat this morning, a sort of: Whine clunk shudder whine clunk bang – Whee…

WC’d. Much blood from ‘Little Inchy’ – another pyjama bottoms for the laundry. Worried about this, and feel a right fool for forgetting to mention it to Dr Vindla ye.

Last night I took this photo above, thought there might be a fire in the distance? Can see no reports of one on the net.

Thinking back to yesterdays dilemmas and Whoopsiedangleplops, I don’t know how I got through them all.

Certainly praying for a better day today.

I wish I could remember the dreams I had despite waking up every half hour or so throughout the night. All I know is they were not good. And, something I have never done before – during one of the waking periods I raided the ‘whine, whee, clunk shuddering’ fridge?

Laptop on, made a cuppa and took me medications, doubling up on the Omepazole and antacid medicine. Hope the ulcer calms down a bit today and the arthritis gives me hands and fingers a rest too. I think that might have been how I left the tap on, seem to recall having Arthur visit me when I was in the bathroom? Maybe not.

Hope to get to town later! Only four buses on a Saturday, every two hours, first one at 1027hrs.

I want to get a potato masher – it’s hard to do them when Arthur Itis visits the fingers. Also must draw the money ready for when the cowboy contractor from Allied Con-Artists Carpets come on the 11th. Hopefully I can get some photo’s of ‘Bling’ for the TFZ site, and of the Nottingham Beach if the weather’s okay.

Just checked to make sure I’ve got the bus-pass and bank card in me pocket ready.

I noticed this morning how grungy it is in the mini-hallway.

I know there are no carpets down yet, but even so it looks very dim.

Perhaps a brighter bulb might help?

I went to have a look at what type of bulb I’ll need, and found two letters in the box.

From the Nottingham City Homes people:

We recently made a visit to your home to complete a repair but we were unable to complete the work. (Inchy comment: Same when they came to do the window and condemned it, the heater and condemned it, the cupboard under the sink).

A further appointment has been arranged with you to complete the work.

Details of the work ordered together with confirmation of the appointment date when the work will be carried out are listed below.

Description: Ex by 322 – Ab3 Joiner Req to Randr small base unit And bloc

Appointment date: 10th August 2015 0800 – 1200.

Then:

An appointment has been made for us to visit your home to carry put the following:

Description: (Ex) 3206 – Renew Wall Mounted Fan Heater

Appointment date: Thu 6th August – 1200 > 1630hrs

Works order ref: 00032206974/01.

I made sure the details were on me Google diary.

WC’d and had to clean up Little Inch again.

Caught the first bus into town at 1030.

**A few folk on the Nottingham Beach in the City Centre Slab Square this morning**

Poddled down into town over slab square and down to the bank.

Got the con-mens money to pay fer the carpet fitter and some 20p’s for the washing machines.

Walked down to Broad Marsh shopping centre and the 99p store.

Got some oven trays, small bowl, containers and disinfectant then hobbled back up into town and got some bread.

Really tired now, incredibly so.

Got to the bust stop early to catch the last bus back to the flats using me pensioners free bus-pass of course.

Fell asleep on the bus a few times.

Got in and put me things away, or rather into the storage bags to sort eventually.

Got in and made me nosh – the sausages contained: Rehydrated textured soya protein 62%, red onion 20%, water, red onion powder, kibbled red onion, salt, sugar, yeast extract, rosemary, sunflower oil, white pepper, ginger, rapeseed oil, methyl cellulose. Yes, they were vegetarian ones.

They taste nice. As indeed the baked beans, bread thins, pickled eggs and beetroot did.

Did the washing up, made a cuppa and took me medications and faded fast.

Soon got me head down well worn-out.

Woke up at 9 o’clock – amazed that I’d slept in for so long – eleven hours?

WC’d. Cleared the bedding, laptop on, kettle on, had a wash and did me teggies… then realised it was 2118hrs… I’d only been kipping for an hour!

And I very nearly took me morning medications as well! Tsk!

Oh I did feel a fool!

I had a peep at the paperwork I’d brought to sort from the old place and the first thing I took put of the bag was an ancient ntl Cable Guide book.

I don’t remember buying any of these when I had a television – and it must have been when I conscripted to cable TV, I know I canclled it within a week cause the reception was horrible.

It advertised a new channel E4 on the cover of the magazine.

At least now I know when I last had a telly – 2001!

So I set too finishing this ‘ere diary, the doing some Facebooking and graphicalisationing.

Had another search for me hearing-aids – they must be somewhere surely to heaven?