When I awoke at 0400hrs, it was with the pleasurable sensation of far less pain from Arthur Itis and Anne Gina. But bother from the reflux valve. A good start I thought.
To the porcelain throne – for a long time too! The constipation was worse than yesterday, and it caused much bleeding of the haemorrhoids too!
I made a cuppa and took the morning medications, then pondered a while; It’s odd how my ailments come and go.
Yesterday I couldn’t bend down without too much pain – Today I can get up and down without excess pain?
Anne Gina was almost too much yesterday, this morning she’s being kind to me?
I’ve had two or three days with the duodenal ulcer giving me agony – today, I feel no bother at all?
The Hernia has been so kind to me for weeks, today he starts off again?
The water retention in my legs and feet has suddenly started to go down a bit at last, but why? The problem with this is, of course, now the urine evacuations are larger, more frequent and a bit painful. Oh, and they are a good bit more urgent as well!
The Reflux Valve is changing all the time, several times a day – sometimes I can hardlybreathe others I forget the problem is there? I think this ailment will be the one that gets me in the end. I’d have a bet on it being so, but don’t see the point. Hehe!
The ticker replacement is doing well mind, no apparent problems at all there.
Little Inchy and his lesion are at last (I hope) beginning to disappear! No blood last night, and none today so far. The clinic did me proud with their treatment procedure and I thank them from the bottom of my heart.
After having the rumbling innards and diarrhea for weeks, the none day of normality, suddenly I get it replaced with painful Constipation instead? Tsk!
I thought I’d try to get out and about today, try to get some decent photographing done. I might call at the Arboretum to see if I can catch any wildlife or floral stuff?
I started the laptop and finished Wednesdays diary off and got it posted.
Then I put the kettle on to make another cuppa and noticed some emergency vehicle lights flashing in the distance through the kitchen window.
Started this diary off to here, and then did some Facebooking and WordPressing.
I was working away on me graphicationalisationing, and thought I’d give Jane and Pete a ring, seconds later Pete rang me!
They’re coming on their first view of the flat tomorrow around 1100hrs.
Why do I get the memory of the words “By your Beds!” come back to mind?
Finished off a graphic and posted it to WordPress.
I was working at the Old Russian Ministry of Education and Science, 6-7 Kensington Palace Gardens, London W8 4QP last month a part of my Community Work sentence, when I met their Minister for the Praise and Demarkationalissation of Russian vegetables, Dmitry Livanov.
Speaking excellent Russian (with a slight Ukranian accent), I had a chat with him. It turned out he knew Mike Steedenski and Shirley Blamey from the revolution and celebrations and potato praising party years ago.
He sent them his best wishes and handed me this photograph to pass on to them, along with his best wishes and he hopes they enjoyed the barrel of Nizhnevartovsk Beetroot Claret he gave them on their visit to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky for the Praise Our Potatoes celebrations.
Would anyone have further details, scandal, information or humorous lies about this event and Shirl and Mike’s involvement, please?
No potatoes were harmed, or Claret spilt in the creation of this graphic
“Do you promise to pay the bill, the whole bill, and nothing but the bill?”
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Wednesday 20th January 2016
I woke around 0400hrs, the tummy giving me grief. I blame the cream cakes and am giving them up, again.
Tried to recall some details from the dream I’d had, but only bits of it came back to me. It did involve falling again as I recall. Not Duncan Robertson throwing me out of the apartment balcony this time. I was climbing into a manhole and found myself in the sky falling through the clouds. I was passing people in air balloons, who were each trying to hand me a letter or form as I flew down passed them? There was a lot more to this dream, but I can only recall vague bits. I was later in an office, an old one, and I was being hit around my head with something?
Eventually, I stirred my loins to get up and was very pleased with my arthritis in the knees and hands not being too bad at all this morning.
The need to use the throne was evident.
So I put the kettle on and got me medications ready, then paid a rather long and painful few minutes trying to evacuate my innards. The blood poured from the haemorrhoids, and once again like yesterday morning, I thought something was going to tear or rip. The pain was dreadful. So I added a senna tablet to my morning medications, in the hope this would ease things for later.
I still felt rather sanguine with my life in general for some reason.
I started the laptop and took me morning medications.
The screen came up telling me they had updated and added some tweaks to Windows.
Many messages came up as it installed these.
The screen message kept changing, each one telling me not to turn off the laptop.
I went into the kitchen, to make another cuppa and cleaned the top of the cooker.
When I returned, the laptop was still installing the updates.
I returned to the kitchen and sorted out one of the drawers with the none prescription medications.
Back to the laptop.
It was still plodding on with doing the installing.
After an hour or so, the updated Windows started.
I signed in and from what I could see the only difference was the icon for Windows had changed to the outline of a plane?
I did not know how to find out what else had been changed and tweaked in Windows 10.
Can anyone help me with this, please?
I’ve got a Morrisons food order being delivered this morning, twixt 1000 – 1100hrs.
I’ll get a bath in time before it is due. I enjoy a good bath, but not the getting in and out painful procedure! I suppose I’ll miss my bathing when the shower is installed. But they say it will be 4-6 months before that happens.
No doubt, providing I live long enough, I’ll get used to the showering. Joel, the Occupational Therapist, said I’ll need a chair supplying. They will sort that, and charge me for it along with my having to pay for any damage caused cosmetically or accidentally during the installation.
To the porcelain for a liquid exodus, Little Inchy was examined and found to be free of bleeding, and only a few specks from earlier leakages. So things looking good there at last. I’ll keep on with the Dakacort creaming, though, I’ll do him when I have me bath later.
Tessa Smeigh and Duncan Robertson both offered me tips on getting into the old editor on WordPress. I tried their advice; sometimes it works sometimes not.
Surprising how many folk do not like the new editor on WordPress. I might look for another platform if I cannot access it. The old one is so intuitive to use.
Did a bit of Facebooking next.
I had a shave, did my teggies and got in the bath for a jolly good body scrub with my new brush and a fair old soak.
Getting me things on afterwards I noticed the winter wrap around hat I’d bought some time ago, I popped it onto my head and fastened it to see how warm it was. It was nice and cosy with it on, but I couldn’t work out how to undo the plastic locking thingamajig on it! I also put om trousers that I bought from Sainsburys for only £10! They were supposed to be short in length, but they crumpled at the ankles.
I was going to take some nibbles to the Community Shed for the girls, so decided to embarrass myself again and ask them how it unlocks. Tut!
Got my camera and mobile and as I had the time before the Morrison’s delivery was due, I threw the rubbish bag down the chute, then had a walk to the Community Shed, where Deana and Julie were both ensconced.
Gave them some nibbles and informed them of the progress with the shower for the flat, and the lack of progress with the house sale.
I told them I’d ordered a loaf of Country Sour Bread for them om my Morrison’s delivery, and would drop it in later and put it in the cupboard for them.
Deana undid the hat/cap for me and showed me how it works. I did feel a fool!
She then took a photo of me in me new hat and trousers so I could post it on here. Shame she missed off my pants – Hehe!
She then explained to me how the flaps join up on top of the head. Bless her.
On the way back to the flats, some tenants were waiting at the bus stop, and I had a little chin-wag with them. I do like living here.
Kettle and laptop on, updated this while waiting for the food delivery.
The Morrisons man came, and I put away the food in their allotted places; i.e. anywhere I could cram them into, Hehe!
I took the bread to the Community Shed.
No one in, so I put the loaf near the cooker and the chicken in the fridge for them.
On the way back to the flats I took a picture of the apartment block at the bottom of the road (Winchester Court) with the Community Hut in front of it.
Although the sun was getting through strongly, it was still cold with it.
Back in the flat, I made another cuppa, took the midday medications and got on with some graphicalisationing.
I did some graphicationalising using CorelDraw and CorelPaint.
It took me hours and hours to get the something like I wanted.
I posted them on WordPress.I got some smoked bacon in the oven – did some Facebooking then I added the potato slims to it. I made bread thin sandwiches with BBQ sauce. The bacon juices had soaked into the potato farls – It was naughty but so nice!
Hopefully, folk will find them funny and get a laugh, that’s all I want, to make a laugh for someone.
I got some smoked bacon in the oven – did some Facebooking then I added the potato slims to it. I made bread thin sandwiches with BBQ sauce. The bacon juices had soaked into the potato farls – It was naughty but so nice!
Got my washing up done and settled with a book and a cuppa.
There I was, answering David Camerons letter asking me for help and I dropped my pen like, bent down to pick it up and hit me head on the corner of the gold plated walking stick holder.
On my way through the home gym on my way to the Conservatory where my 24-hour nurse Grizelda was fondling a photograph of me, I came across this photo in the medical cabinet?
I’ve coloured the text as near as I could to Claret, to encourage Mike to supply a description of the happenings at Arsenal’s Ground, and what why and when was he there then? TTFN.
When I came across this photo after getting back to the apartment after Choir practice the other day, I thought; “Hello, what’s all this then?” As you would like. No doubt there is a logical and uncontentious reason for it?
If you can assist with one, I’d much appreciate it. Thanks.
No Rock performers or alcoholic Scotsmen were harmed in the production of this.
This old photograph was found in my Scuba-Diving equipment, next to my Mountaineering gear in my Mansion’s garage last week.
Mr D. Soz (19¾) seen soon after his release from HMP Brixton clink.
He still denies the charge he was convicted of as I understand it.
This graphic was created and posted in the hope of bringing fame and fortune to Danny, one of if not the best and sporting types of West Ham fans. (I now this, he told me). Thus, I can start to repay his bill of £33,290 he’s charged me for wheel calipers, used motor oil and other items he has stolen for me or bought me from Lidl.
I stirred around 0430hrs and lay trying to recall the dream I’d been having. It involved my being back as an ankle-snapper living (If I may use the word living?) in the Meadows area of Nottingham.
It was a crazy mixed chimera, full of varying emotions and incidents. All of which had a touch of reality to them. More unpleasant than pleasant for me. Hey-ho!
I moved my legs and was pleased that Arthur Itis was not giving me much grief, and Anne Gina was not bad either.
A bit of wind escaped, and I nearly passed out at the aroma it produced. Cor blimey!
So to the bathroom the first job. Agony it was, there’s no other word for it. Thought I was going to tear myself open! The blood flowed leaving beautiful patterns on the porcelain.
And to think how I had the runs a few days ago, now I’ve got the opposite?
I set about making a good strong cuppa, to have with me medications. Took a swig of the medicine for the reflux and ulcer, noticed a letter I’d left in the medicines drawer that they sent to me from the hospital last week. Something about Laparoscopic insertion of a magnetic bead band? Sounds complicated to me, whatever it is I’m glad they decided not to insert it! Hehehe!
I got the potatoes on the boil to have later when I get back from my outing to Sainsburys to get some Irish Potato Farls and anything else I might fancy.
There are odd noises coming from somewhere in the flat this morning.
I even put my hearing aids in so as to locate and identify the plopping sound that continues plopping away?No luck, I think it is close by, but each time I hear it, it appears to be coming from another area? Getting a bit annoying now.
No luck, I think it is close by, but each time I hear it, it appears to be coming from another area? Getting a bit annoying now.
No luck, I think it is close by, but each time I hear it, it appears to be coming from another area? Getting a bit annoying now.
Made another cuppa and started this diary off.
Then realised I’d not took me medications earlier, so I took them.
Posted Mondays. Had a lot of bother with it getting the layout anything like right with it, though – I don’t like this new editor. I can’t resize photographs or graphics to the size I want as I could in the old publisher.
Did some Facebooking, during which the plopping noises stopped at last.
Got cleaned, polished and titivated ready for my trip to Sainsburys to search for some Potato Farls.
I took the bags of recycling and rubbish to the chute on the way down into the lobby.
Had a walk to the Community Shed, and left some nibbles for the gals.
Back to the lobby and a nice chin-wag with several tenants as we all waited for the bus. Handed out more nibbles.
Did a complete crossword on the way into Arnold, well I had to look-up one answer at the end. But that’s as well as I have done lately.
It was when I arrived at the store and noticed two dogs in an amusing situation that I grabbed my camera and realised I’d once again left the SD card in the laptop back at the flat. So angry making with oneself!
Went into Sainsburys in Daybrook and spent a bit more than planned.
Sainsburys buys this afternoon
Wandered into Arnold and getting carried away, I spent another fortune in some of the shops. Came home with a DVD and a book that I’ve been looking for, for a while. ‘The Forgotten Soldier’ by Charlie Connelly.
Then into Asda and got some more Irish Potato Farls to add to those I got from Sainsburys. Tsk!
So there I was, almost broke and struggling to carry the two bags to the bus stop at the back of the Asda store. As I came out of the shop, the walkway up to the road had workmen sorting out an open sewer – core-blimey what a stink!
I’ll bet that’ll cheer up the manager somewhat?
Got the bus back to the flat and was soon in the bathroom making use of the porcelain again.
Put the potatoes I’d done earlier on low heat.
Cleaned up some spillage on the floor, put away my fodder and other purchases.
Got the kettle on for a cuppa and the late midday medications.
Tiredness and fatigue dawned on me. So I got the meal done sharpish and ate it up before I nodded off.
No time for fancifying my food now.
After 25 minutes I went to check on the pies progress.
I turned the oven on and tried again.
Eventually, I added the potato cakes as a side, and peas potatoes and gravy (Bisto of course!).
Did I mention that the fresh cream French Horns jumped into my shopping trolley in Sainsburys?
I rang BJ to see if he was any better after his flu session. He said he’d call to see me later.
So I put me fodder in the oven on a low light for later.
BJ arrived an hour or so later. We had a good cuppa and waffle about everything and anything. He’s looking good, and I enjoyed the visit.
While we were talking away, the laptop went into update mode on its own. An hour later, after BJ had took his leave, it was still installing the updates.
I got my meal restarted, potato cakes, boiled small spuds, baked beans and a mini beef pie. Had a mini pot of ice-cream and a bit of Lemon Swiss Roll. Still no call to evacuate came.
I received a phone call on the landline – It was from FraserBrown the solicitors: She asked for even more details in addition to the ones sent to her in reply to the four pages of questions about the old house she’s already had. She’s to ring me back with more enquiries later. Will I ever get the place sold and out of me hair… figuratively speaking of course.
Plenty of stand up visits to the porcelain today. No heavy duty porcelain activity apart from the painful and bloody effort this morning.
I thought it was about time I had a clean up in the living room.
I woke up several times during the night and nodded off again. Eventually getting up around 0445 hrs.
To the WC and boy did the haemorrhoids bleed, passing was painful.Made a cuppa and took my medications. Then checked the calendar diary to make sure I knew what I was to do today. Not that I’ll remember later mind, so I wrote the jobs down.
Walk into Sherwood and catch a bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic for a check-up on ‘Little Inchy’.
Chemists to collect the trunkload of prescriptions. Hehe!
Back to the flat for 1400 hrs. Joel from Occupational Therapy is calling to see me some time after 1400hrs; I have to sign some paperwork?
If time; Get some potato cakes.
Going to be hard sorting out the timing to get everything in order thinks. Then I got Blogger going and a Big – I say Big… Whoopsiedangleplop occurred!
I opened the Sunday diary to finish it off and managed to lose the whole post! Not sure how I did it, but I couldn’t get it back!
Realising I had lost all that work, and couldn’t remember what it was I’d written or had happened annoyed me somewhat!
So I set about doing this diary and decided to recall what I could of the dream I wrote about yesterday.
Duncan seemed to have enjoyed himself so much on his nocturnal visitation to the flat.
Luckily the graphicalisation of the dream I’d done was still available on my hard drive and reminded me of some bits of it.
His heaving me out of the flat, he repeated for hours and hours.
I wish I could remember more of this dream. In the dairy for Sunday that I lost, I’m sure I did eight paragraphs or more about it.
Something humourous happened as he left me in his car, but can I remember what now? No!
Tsk!
It took me many hours getting that diary for Sunday how I wanted it too; Very vexatious.
I still had the photograph on my drive, of the weather viewed from the kitchen window. I recall being pleased watching the dogs with their wagging tails walking their owners out in the snow, and hoping when I had to go out this morning that the snow will have cleared a bit.
I set about doing this diary but found many things awkward to get right.
Now I remember why I went on to using WordPress. But that will not let me use the old editor, and I can’t get used to using their new one. Tsk! Last night’s meal was superlative. Potato cakes, Anya potatoes, crisp chips, beetroot with orange peel, carrots, garden peas and Smoked kippers in vegetable sauce with Irish Sour bread. Followed by a mini pot of ice-cream. Had to give this one another high score rating, 9.55/10.
Nearly 0600 hrs now. I must get a good wash and treat ‘Little Inchy’ in readiness for my visit to the GUM clinic at the City Hospital.
Made sure I’d got my camera, bus-pass, crossword book, pen, cash and mobile phone in my pockets.
I got the three bins emptied and bagged up ready to take to the chute on my way out later.
I feel confident I will not forget this task. (Ahem).
Toyed with trying to get into the old editor on WordPress, and attempted to get back the lost Blogger Diary – had no luck with either!
Got a wash and brushed up, tended to the haemorrhoids that were bleeding rather a lot this time.
Little Inchy? No blood whatsoever! Hurrah!
Then got me looking presentable, and checked on the internet for the times of the 40 bus. 1005hrs and 1035hrs it said.
So I got a move on (of sorts) and down and walked to the bus stop in plenty of time for the 1005hrs bus. Arrived at the stop by 0950hrs.
Stood there for 35 minutes before a bus came.
Had I read it wrong?
Had the timetable changed?
Still, it gave time to realise I’d forgotten to take the rubbish bags to the chute. Tsk!
Eventually, it arrived, and I was at the hospital shortly and in plenty of time for my appointment.
Booked in, and got on with doing the crossword book.
They called me in for my eleven o’clock appointment at 1135hrs!
The lady and the student who took me into a room said, after looking up my paperwork and computer read-out; “We’d better get a doctor to see you, hang on here and we’ll get one for you”?
After a while, a doctor came in and asked me all about my problem again.
He then took me into a treatment room and had a ponder at ‘Little Inchy’. He was kind enough not to laugh.
After a few minutes, he advised me to carry on with the same treatment.
So, out to catch the bus into Carrington to get me the large bag of medications.
The coat zip got stuck as I went out into the cold.
Double Tsk!
I called into the launderette next door to the chemist and had a chinwag with Grizelda.
She took a hammer to the coat zip and got it freed for me. Bless her. I gave her some nibbles and my thanks.
Out to the Lidl store and bought some cheese cobs and pots of porridge.
Then out to the bus stop and waited.
And waited.
Got on the bus into Sherwood and walked up and over the hill and into and up through Woodthorpe Grange Park, as I’d just missed the L9 up to the flats.
A lady was walking her dog, short-legged thing with long hair. I fell in love with it immediately. We had a natter and I continued up the hill. As I did so, I spotted small areas of unmelted snow on the grass.
I imagine it must have fallen off some dog or dogs as the played around, but it looked odd to me like.
I got in and visited the WC, put the package of medications to one side for sorting later. Made a cup of tea and transferred this diary from Blogger back to WordPress.
Although I dislike this editor now on WordPress, I’d had enough of trying the blogger again with it being so hard to customise posts on it.
The Occupational Therapist, Joel arrived. Got me to sign a form declaring any decorative or structural damage during the installation of the Wet room shower, I will pay for replacements and structural or decorative damage caused during the installation. Oh dear!
He told me to expect the work to be started in about six months.
I got the laptop on and updated this diary.
Then I rotated the medications into their storage drawer.
At this point, I had what must have been one of shortest depression attacks ever known?
The ennui came over me as I sat down to have a cup of tea, and remembered I had not taken my rubbish bags to the chute yet.
Why this should affect me like it did I don’t know.
I took the bags to the chute and found myself singing to myself on the way.
Odd how you can confuse yourself without trying innit?
The fodder was prepared.
Another rather fine feed this one was.
I put on the goggle-box and dosed afew times, turned the TV off and drifted into the land of nod.
