Monday 23rd November 2015
Woke around 0315 hrs, sneezed myself awake and shivering! I didn’t think you could sneeze in yer sleep – I do now?
Feel so drained, but had to gerrup to go to the bathroom, in which I recalled some of the dreams I’d had, of course no pen in the bathroom so by the time I got, me business done and painfully cleaned up the dried clotted mess little Inchy was in, most of the recollections of the dream had gone into the ether. Remember a bit though.
Dream: I was back in the skyscraper buildings with battles going on all around as far as the eye could see, propeller driven fighter bombers similar to a De Havilland bombing, but with unknown markings, artillery fire, tanks soldiers... I don’t think I’ve had repeat dreams before, similar yes. In the bomb damaged and ravaged room I was in, I think Artillery sighting from, was part of an underground train?
Overall I was feeling a bit better this morning, not good, but better. I thought about what I had on today as I made a cuppa. Must have a bath this morning and good shave, cause last night I didn’t have either, I was so tired again.
Doctors 1000hrs for me INR Warfarin blood level tests, put the record card in me coat pocket and checked the bus-pass was there too while I thought of it. Seems an age since I’ve been out of the flat. Clinic at 1215hrs, and wondered as I now had some bread that has gone stale due to me not eating, if I could manage (weather permitting) to get to feed the ducks on the canal later? Oh, must get some bread as well.
The shakes seem to have gone, that’s another good thing this morning.
Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary.
Made another cuppa and took me medications.
Got me thick cardigan and ear-flap hat ready so as to wrap up nice and warm on me trip out. Thermal jumper, then a fleece, then me multi-pocketed sleeveless jacket, then me waterproof coat on top, and me ear-flapped hat of course.
Started this diary off and did the graphics, hard to concentrate again for some reason.
Flippin’ ‘eck, I just sneezed and I think I might have woke up me neighbours from several floors up and down! Hehe! Nearly fell out of me chair!
Started doing graphic in Coreldraw and got in a pickle with it. For some reason it had stopped me exporting and the layers moved on their own?
Gave up!
Did find a funny that appealed to me though, hope you like it folks:
Got the big bag and put me laundry into it ready for the morning when BJ lifts me to launderette. Did this now in case I fell asleep later when I got in like. Tsk!
Had a bath but didn’t get a good soak, too risky. Cleaned and medicated the needy parts of me anatomy: Knees, hands, rear-end and Little Inchy.
The odd sneeze, but they were getting less frequent now. Took the rubbish to the chute and got well clobbered up, ventured out to set off on me way into town and the clinic and possibly the canal if I have time to feed the ducks.
I called into the community shed and Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were both in. Told them about the temperature only being 55º F, and asked if someone could possibly call and explain properly how these storage heaters work for me please. Deana called someone then told me that someone was calling on Wednesday so make sure I was in all day.
This meant I was a tad late setting off so I decided I’d need to catch a bus instead of walking all the way to the GP for me INR Warfarin level test.
Unfortunately, I stopped en route to take a photograph of the Allotments down the hill.
Walked on down Winchester Street hill 
managing to just miss the bus.
Plodded on up the hill.
On the way another of the infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists belted passed me from behind making me jump a bit.
I had me camera in me had from earlier 
so managed to catch the little varmint on film.
It’s not as if it was busy with traffic was it?
If they are too scared to use the road, they shouldn’t be on a bike should they?
Over the hill and down into Carrington and into the GP surgery. Booked in and got me crossword book out.
The nurse called me and soon had me blood taken.
Out and waited for the specialist nurse to call me to have a look at me rear-end situation. After much prodding poking and digging she said things are the same and she was going to give it another few weeks before deciding if the strangulation procedure was needed. I left some nibbles for the gals when I gave them me request for some extra Codeine Phosphates.
Out and aught the bus into town dropping off at Victoria Centre shopping mall, where some of the new buildings were now revealed ready to open later.
This one a new American noshery it seems, called Coast to Coast.
Possibly it’ll be another one where 
you’ll need a mortgage to get a cup of coffee from?
Walked into the slab square where the Christmas stalls and rides were now trading, the Ice Rink was nearly ready to open.
As I walked down King Street a crowd of folk had gathered with what looked 
like stewards watching over them, then I spotted the Fire tender beyond them when I took the photo.
Transpired there had been a Fire Alarm somewhere in the Council House, where a wedding was taking place.
As I made me way to the clinic the Groom was returning to the registry 
office carrying his new bride with him!
Up to Angel Row and into the waiting area.
Presented me card and was ushered straight in? Never had that before!
This time I had new faces investigating me lesion on Little Inchy.
Much later when all the “Oohs and arghs” and hidden giggles suffered they said continue with the same cream. I told them I had none left – the tall woman said “Oh, we haven’t either… we’ll order some, it must be kept in the fridge you know this one? Told me to all back Friday when it should have arrived.
Feeling a bit sore from the prodding pulling and poking, I walked back to the slab-square. Decided the ducks will have to wait for their treats, due to me discomfort in me lower regions.
The stalls, food outlets and rides were all up and running now, but not many of the folk were showing much interest yet.
My knees were doing well today. Just as well, cause Little Inchy was giving me some stick after being examined in-depth. Hehe!.
I was soon on the L9 bus, timing was right for once to catch it.
Again somehow although I nodded of three or four times on the journey back, I woke in time to get off at the right bus-stop – but felt drained.
The rest of the day was wasted – nodding off, Cuppa, medications, WC, nodding off, WC, bite to eat, nodding off… you get the idea, I was kaput! Humph!