Friday 9th December 2016
Dutch: Vrijdag 9 December 2016
0430hrs: Well, what a surprise this morning. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Harry Hernia, Roger Reflux Valve, Duodenal Daniel and Inchies Lesion were all being kind to me! Haemorrhoid Harold was overly leaking blood, and the pain behind the eyes was a lot less bothersome, seemed like I’d woke up a new person?
Off for a WRHD session. Haemorrhoid Harold was overly leaking blood, and the pain behind the eyes was a bit bothersome, but overall, though, I’d woke up a new person?
Today, I hope to visit Olive around 0900hrs, then go to the shops via the L9 bus and get some nosh in. Take some photographs for the TFZer site, might try the Arno Hill Park if all goes to plan, fetch the Betamethasone Cream from the chemists, and call in the Winwood Centre. But we’ll see? Collected the bird seed and earthworm sticks and put them in the bag ready.
Got some potatoes on the boil to use later, probably roast them whole?
Took the morning medications.As I got the computer going and started doing the diaries, another call to the porcelain arrived: This time it was not such a pleasant happening! Talk about struggle, I finished reading the last two chapters of the book, and still no completion of the required activities.
As I got the computer going and started doing the diaries, another call to the porcelain arrived: This time it was not such a pleasant happening! Talk about struggle, I finished reading the last two chapters of the book, and still no completion of the required activities. Half-in and half-out I sat there not sure of how long I’d been on the porcelain… Eventually, much to my delight at the easing of the pain, the task was over. The Claret coloured liquid was flushed away, and I took walked with a newly acquired gate to the kitchen and took a Senna with another mug of tea.
Suddenly I didn’t feel as upbeat as I was when I first woke!
A quick bash on Facebook to try and catch-up a bit.
I nipped to Olive’s flat to collect any jars or rubbish bags she has that needed removing, get an uplifting cuddle and get told off several times for several things. But she does tell me so nicely. Also, I collected her two Nottingham City Homes Questionnaires she had filled in to drop off at the Community Shed, along with those I’d filled in.
Took the things and wandered down and out to the bottle-bank, then around and back towards the bus stop dropping off the surveys at the Winwood Hut on the table along with some others that had been left there. No one was in.
Caught the 0930hrs L9 into Sherwood, after having a most pleasant gossip and laugh with several other tenants at the bus stop, then had a chat with the other passengers and the driver en route!
The weather was uncommonly warm this morning. Arrived in Arnold and called into the Sainsbury store. Where much money left my pockets as I bought a few items. Cooked chestnuts on Special Offer (Four packets), Roast Chicken Thighs, Royal Surimi (2), Pea-Rice snacks also on offer (Four packages) and managed to get a store baked Sourdough loaf, and they sliced it for me in thick slices on the bakery department. Spent over £20 here.
Hobbled, (the feet seemed painful for some reason) along to the Fulton Food Store and got a bottle of sterilised milk and another packet of Rice-Peas in a multipack of six small ones, could take these with me when going on a marathon walk? Only spent £1.58 here.
Crossed over the road and had a wander around Asda-Walmart, starting in the clothing section.
Spotted these rings on a display stand, they were very reasonably prices, and I thought I’d take the photo so I can use it as a Guess the Price competition or something similar on the TFZer site.
Bought some loose fitting undies and some socks. Spent £16 plus! Tsk!
Into the food hall and spent some more dosh. A smoked ham for Christmas and the New Year, satays, turnip, tomatoes, carrots and peas, strong blue stilton cheese, and some cheesy rolls. £14 plus. But the smoked ham cost £7.
Total spent £51.14. Oh heck!
Out of the store and walked to the bus-stop.
Not many folks about for a Friday?
At the stop behind the Asda-Walmart store, I had a chinwag with some of the girls waiting for their buses.
One or two of them had another natter on the bus as we wended out ways home.
I enjoyed all the gossip and laughter I’d been lucky enough to have today.
Despite the feet and legs giving me grief, I was beginning to feel contented with my lot this Friday. When I got in the flat, a weariness of extraordinary severity overcame me, and I was once again a different person?
Realised as I unloaded the two shopping bags, that the bird food for the ducks at Arno Hill Park was still there, and I’d forgotten to call and see them. Humph!
Got the fodder on the go.
The INR anticoagulation result arrived. The appointment for the next test given was next Tuesday, the 13th. There was no way the surgery could fit me in at such short notice. So it will be a mega walk to the hospital for me. Always the same this time of year it seems. What with the mail being so busy. I get late notifications. Email the surgery, they cannot fit me in, and I have to struggle to the hospital haematology for the next test. This is a great disappointment to me. The surgery having new receptionist has caused me hiatus after hiatus. The old girls there, when they got the result at the surgery through their computer, would make me an appointment and ask via email if I could attend, I’d respond by email thanking them, and all was working well for me. Now, they do not even email at all but will phone me to tell me after the date given that I have not attended, I will explain all as I just have and they will say “Oh well, you got it done!” I’d like to complain really but dare not with all my ailments, this might upset them and make them take me off their list. Feeling depressed again now, but I’ll have to put up with it.
Got the meal served up.
Chicken thighs, beetroot, tomatoes, boiled then baked potatoes, Scotch egg, chicken sticks, strong blue Stilton cheese and vinegar pea-rice.
Not as good as I thought it might be this effort. The Sourdough bread and Anchor Butter was the best I’ve ever tasted, though!
The potatoes, chicken thighs and sticks along with the Stilton were all marvellous tasting. The beetroots were so hard, I gave up trying to cut them and left them to their own devices. The Scotch egg’s sausage meat tasted like cardboard, the breadcrumbs were soft and wet, although the egg was okay. Hey-ho!
I got the clothes and accoutrements needed for the laundry room in the morning all ready.
Planned which programs I wanted to fall asleep watching, and promptly did so.