Monday 16th, 2016

I sprang into life with such a jerk, I almost fell out of the chair! Within seconds, the instantly rememberable bits of the dream I’d been having evaporated and the need for a visit to the bathroom throne became apparent to me, along with the warm wet sensation of the leaking blood from the lower regions.

As I made my way to the porcelain the feeling of guilt and my incompetency at losing the alarm wristlet joined in with the other emotions rampant this morning (0255hrs) as I mounted the throne. Painfully I relieved myself then cleaned up myself and placed the jammy bottoms to soak in disinfectant. Then cleaned up Little Inchy and creamed the lesion area. Tsk!

As I left the bathroom to go to the kitchen (All of five/six paces), the dizzies started. Used the wall to steady my balance and it was all over in about a minute? Put the kettle on and got the laptop on to start this post off, made the brew and took the medications (Not realising it was so early like).

As I loaded CorelDraw, an update came in, so I downloaded it and went to make another cuppa while waiting for it to load.

Noticed the state of the kitchen floor near the cupboard door, bravely I got a microfibre cloth, down on the knees and wiped the muck up. I was impressed with how the micro fibre sheet picked up so much dirt easily without using any cleaning agents – then the getting back up caused a hiatus and a little pain. Made worse, by my not having the wristlet alarm I’d lost the other day to use if I fall or slip in my efforts to get back up. Huh, Depression and self-loathing returned. I only tended to patch on the floor at one end of the kitchen, then returned with my fresh cuppa to the laptop to find the CorelDraw download completed, no idea what it downloaded, it just said: “Downloads were added in response to customer requests”?

Anyway, Coreldraw worked okay as I got the top graphic done.

Time for a think before I started writing:

• Yesterday when in the laundry room and gossiping, Frank told me that Deana was away for today at another complex. So I won’t be able to report the lost alarm to her, will I?
• How do I get in touch with Steve Age UK councillor who said he was going to get back to see me last week but didn’t, he seems to have made a point of not giving me his mobile number or email address?
• I’d love to get to see Sister Jane and take the pressies to her, but she is so busy (Galavanting mostly, Hehe!) and with me having so many things to get done or going wrong, will I ever get to see her again! Haha!
• Must remember the INR blood test today at 11.15hrs.

From how I felt an hour and a half ago when I got up, things seemed to be settling now. Little Inchy is no longer leaking, the back passage has calmed down nicely and even Anne Gyna has eased off. The usual pains in the knees, ankles, hands and right wrist/arm are easy and calm. I wish my mind were as calm. Hehe!

Made a start on the funny rhyming post about my search for the Alarm Wristlet, but could not concentrate, did a bit on it, mind.

Did a bit of Facebooking then got the nibbles and things ready for the GP surgery.

Carried out the ablutions. Then took the rubbish bags to the chute as I set off, on the days missions. Called at the Community Hut on the way to advise Julie of the Alarm Wristlet situation, but she wasn’t in.

Onwards down Winchester Hill and up into Carrington and down to the GP surgery.

Observed yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Mansfield Road as I neared the doctors surgery for the INR Warfarin blood test at Sheringham Park.

The little monkey!

Had a good read of the Holocaust book while waiting, and soon got tended to. Left the nibbles and caught the bus to the clinic. A bit of an embarrassment there, trainee doctors came to the examination. Red faced I left and caught the bus into town.

Dropped off and waddled into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and spent some money. I got a ready-made sandwich, chicken portions and potato cakes.

Then to the end of the centre, had a walk through the market buying nothing, but did notice the for hire for £3 kids push cars on my way to Boots the Chemist superstore. I had a look to see if they had any 31-day medication dispensing pots on sale, but could not find any, and the queues were gargantuan. Still, I got some St Peters Wort tablets after a lengthy wait to pay for them.

Busy, as I came out of the shop, I got a phone call. I thought it might be Steve Age UK, now titled Powher. But it was a Nottingham City Council chap wanting to come see te bathroom to measure and check it over. I told him I’d be there in about two hours.

Over the road and to the Pound Shop. More spending. Oven tray, Cadbury Cookies (2 or £1) and a bag of Strawberry Chamalous.

Wandered around a while until the L9 bus was due, took a photo or two for the TFZ Facebook page, clandestinely fed a pigeon or two, then caught the bus back to the flats.

 When I get the time, I’ve an idea for doctoring the first one for them.

Back at Woodthorpe Court, I tried the Community Hut door, but it was locked. Julie is on her own today as they have used Deana at another site.

Up to the flat and I got another call, thought this might be the Nottingham City Homes man, but it was Steve of PowHer, he’s coming to see me so he can finalise the standing orders for the old place.

Put the bits away and got the laptop on, when the NCH man did arrive. Nice chap, we had a chinwag as he measured up. He told me it would be 4 or 5-day job, and men would need access throughout. Also, he confirmed that they would be making it into a Wet-room. I forgot to ask him how I go on with having no toilet to use. Humph!

I thanked him as he told me it would be two or three weeks and he would contact me with a date later.

Off he went, and Steve of Powher arrived and sorted or confirmed the electricity, gas, water Rates and Council Tax, then the house insurance, using the internet on the laptop. Then phoned the Budget insurance about the old house. I am to get  £40 charge for cancelling it, and a refund of £15. The phone call will probably have cost me more than that! Thanks to the increase from Virgin.

Amazingly he gave me his phone number before he told me he had now finished as my advocate. However, if I did have any more problems I was allowed to ring the PowHer, and he gave me their 0300 number. He mentioned that we have got a lot done and advanced well. I could not help but say the Untied Carpet farce, the solicitors taking 11 months to sell the house, my not being able to contact him and he was not happy! Hehe! I thanked him for his help. He’s a nice bloke, even if he did leave marks from his shoe on my 1959 polished cabinet.

Off he went.

I started to get this updated, then got the sandwiches and chicken and added some beetroot to them, and dined regally, but still worried about losing the wristlet, however, contended that hopefully, all the problems with and about the old house were now history!

I got the medications ready to take the evening doses, just as I got a  telephone call from the Anticoagulation Team at the Queens Medical Centre, the Warfarin level from today’s test were far too high. They gave me instructions not to take any Warfarin tonight, then 2 on Tuesday and Wednesday and I must make an appointment for an extra test for Thursday with the surgery. I thanked them.

Very short notice for me to get into the surgery, I feared I’d have to go all the way to the QMC to get it done. So I called Sheringham Park and they made a slot for me on Thursday at 1005hrs.

I thanked them, then realised it was the same time as the Winwood Hut Tenants Social Hour! Ah-well.

I soon nodded of tonight.