Thursday 3rd December 2015
Didn’t stir until gone 0600hrs – that would be due to me horrendously busy day yesterday and having to stay up far longer than usual with the late GP appointment and walking the dark streets back up the hill to the flats to get back.
WC’d and found Little Inchy once again covered in sticky blood – cleaned him up.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop on to finish yesterdays diary off. Bad day and good day in some ways yesterday was. I got to see Fooey at me sisters, got an unexpected late appointment with the GP and hobbled back to the flat in the dark wearily up the big hills.
Not feeling too great this morning mind – not as mobile as I usually am and it’s preventing me doing everyday tasks that involve bending. Never thought I’d say that… Hehe!
More meat flies appearing in the flat again?
Spent far too long on the web.
Had a bath to try and shake missen up a bit and into life, then decided to force missen out and have a walk into Sherwood to use me money off vouchers at the co-op.
Little Inchy was painful and bleeding again and the stomach rumbling once again, as I set off out of the flats and called at the Community shed with some more mail for Margaret the previous tenant.
On up into the park and down to Mansfield Road. Pedestrian cyclists in abundance.
Into Sherwood and the Co-op store. Bad news… they have stopped baking the Beetroot & Apple bread!
Pottered around and spent me required ten pounds to claim me £2 off voucher.
When I was leaving the store another dizzy spell came. Oddly it didn’t get to me like normal… no that’s not right, what I meant was I accepted it as being normal and expected now.
On up and down to the park gates, a few yards up the hilly footpath and I had to stop and put down me shopping to get me breath?
Never had that before with such a light load?
On me way back to the flat I remembered the GP telling me to get me thing ready for going into the hospital on possible short notice.
So when I got in I sorted me things into a big bag and stored it in the rubbish that needs sorting room (Bedroom).
Think I’ve got everything in there, shaving tackle, toothpaste and brush, carbolic soap, jammies, socks, undies, dressing gown…
Sat down for a cuppa and drifted off into the land of nod again… for hours! Woke with Little Inchy in a mess, legs swollen summat awful, stomach churning and an instant dizzy spell – it must have been comical seeing me try to get up without toppling back again. You’ve got to laugh! Then tottering over to try and turn the light on. Hehe!
Thought soup would be the best for nosh tonight. Had me luxury beef and veg soup, added some Bovril and a tin of died potatoes and slowly slowly warmed it through, stirring all the time. I put a beef pastie in the oven to go with it.
Got it all done, and had two of me cheese cobs I’d got from the Co-op with it and a banana. Took me medications.
Feeling a bit rough as I did, I wondered what made me cook this load of nosh in the first place?
Still, I actually did eat most of it, despite me rumbling innards.
No message email or phone call from the GP surgery.
I didn’t do any cleaning up (Naughty!) afterwards, but watched some Sherlock Holmes DVD episodes. Well I say episodes, I kept falling asleep and rewinding the same episode ‘The Scarlet Claw’ – never got to the end of it though… Hey-ho!