Saturday 8th April 2017
Tamil: சனிக்கிழமை 8 ஏப்ரல் 2017
Not a lot of sleep again. Woke at 0310hrs annoyed at not recalling anything about the dreams this time at all, but knew I’d been having them?
As I extracted myself from the wobbly £300 second-hand recliner, there were no dizzies, the water retention seemed to be going down, but the swollen stomach was still wobbling about with increased weight and mass as I made my way to the porcelain room for a heavy duty session? It came freely, very freely. I was wondering when it would stop, Tsk!
Did the health checks and the weight, despite the fluid retention seemingly going down, was a record high for this year!
The other readings seemed to be okay though.
Sorted the medication pots for the coming week.
Nearly out of 30g Codeine Phosphates, but looking at the Google Calendar, I noticed I have to collect the prescriptions from the Chemist in Carrington on Monday.
Or, I might go down later today if the legs are okay to retrieve them, as Monday appears to be going to be a helluva busy day for me, according to the reminders!
I can get some bread at the same time from the Continental Food Store perhaps.
Got the computer going and finished the Friday diary off and got it posted.
Did some WordPressing.
Then onto Facebooking.
Then made a start on a new graphic. Patricia Kropf and Meritt Hutton with their new business venture? Hehe!
Next, I carried out the ablutions, jolly good scrub-up and ready to go out on the hobble to the chemist.
Took the black bags with me and dropped them down the chute, into the lift for a shuddery ride down to the foyer. Met a gal from the 13th floor and had a chinwag. She told me the lift had been reported.
On the limp up Chestnut Walk, I counted 66 markings on the road, pavements and grass. Civil engineers code?
They were in red, blue, white and yellow, sprayed on. Looks like we have a bit of digging to contend me before the workers start doing the upgrade to the flats? Wonder what they mean?
Down Winchester Street and onto Mansfield Road and left, up the hill towards Carrington.
Called into the Continental Food Store and got a loaf and some of their Rolled cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic. The larger lady was serving today, she is less severe than the smaller one, and I like her.
Near the top of the hill, before going over it and down into Carrington, I stopped and turned to take a picture of where I’d walked along the road so far. And caught this naughty Pavement Cyclist who came onto the road at the pelican lights when they were on red and nearly hit lady crossing (Out of picture), then he turned right and up the hill on the road.
Plodded on over the hill and down into Carrington proper and crossed the pelican lights there near to the Co-op.
Where I came across this piece of Nottingham Pavement Art:
It was outside the chip shop, called Pancho’s Fish Restuarant – Burgers, Pizzas & Kebabs.N
I was not surprised in the slightest!N
It reminded me of the few times I’d used this eatery in years gone by when I lived nearby. Something to complain about every time I used it. Mind you, his sausages in batter were alway okay, just the chips, chicken, fish and peas that were horrible! Hehe! Looks like not much has changed?
Walked down to the chemist shop and got the prescriptions.
Then further down the road and onto Hucknall Road to catch a bus into Bulwell. I’d forgotten it was the weekend and the next bus was not due for 55 minutes. So I changed the plans and called into the Lidl store (When will I ever learn!) I spent a long time wandering around and ended up getting some treats. Extra Strong Danish Blue Cheese, Mushroom Tortelloni, Matured for six months Manchego Cheese (Never heard of it before?) It is sheep’s cheese, hope I like it, a block of West Country Vintage Cheddar and some Greek Style plain yoghourt I can add honey or lemon curd to later.
With the big bag of medications and the other things, I was struggling a bit when I left the store, so caught a bus back into Sherwood.
Got off and limped up the road and across the pelican lights to the other side, really had to fight with the legs to get up to the bus top.
Where a bit of luck (Yes, it can happen to me, Hehe!) and as got to it, a 40 bus arrived that took me up Winchester Street. So glad it did, because the next one was an hour later and I’d have been forced into walking all the way up back to the flats.
Back at the apartments, I noticed there must have been hundreds of the surveyor’s signs all over.
Tinkled into the porcelain got the kettle on and unloaded the purchases.
The biggest one, the medications I sorted first into their dedicated drawer.
Then distributed the fodder in various locations.
Looking forward to trying out the new cheeses with some boiled then roasted seasoned potatoes.
I got one of the antacid bottles out to have a swig…
Whoopsiedangleplop number two of the day occurred Humph!: I dropped the bottle, made of glass of course. Heck of a job cleaning it all up. Still, the legs were not as bad as yesterday, so the bending to get the broken glass was not too bad, and I didn’t cut myself anywhere. Getting the spilt medicine off the floor, sink and my trousers were the hardest tasks! The sink is till smeared with it and the trousers will have to go in the washer! Tsk!
Made another brew and got the computer on to update this tosh.
Got the nosh sorted and served up.
At this stage, I feel, in the cause of the advancement of taste-buds and folk who enjoy their food, a particular obligationalistical duty. To offer a warning of perhaps, the most tasteless, cardboard textured imitation plastic cheese that I was foolish enough to be tempted to buy and try to eat when I got home.
From the Lidl store in Carrington.
Mature Manchego Cheese – not the wording, Mature!
Bland is too weak a word to describe this crap cheese!
It is now in the bin, but I fear for any rats that might nibble at it in the refuse bins. They might as well nibble on newspapers if they want any flavour or taste!
Washed up and settled to watch three films that followed each other on the TV.
Fell asleep within ten minutes of the first one starting. Woke up half an hour into the next one, lasted until the adverts came on. Then the Lethal Weapon 3 came on, I didn’t get beyond the opening sequence.
5 thoughts on “Inchcock: Saturday 8th April 2017”
Jimmy Carter is still the worst of the worst. One thing I’m thankful for is after all the treatments I’ve been through, I have no prescription medication I have to take daily. Last year when I went in for biopsies and other minor surgeries, the nurses would ask for a list of prescription drugs, and often wouldn’t believe me that I didn’t have any prescriotions. Rare for a 58 year old who has been through two cancers and a stem cell transplant. That queso Manchego looks fake. Manchego comes in rounds and 6 month aged will have a bite to it but nothing like the 24 month aged Manchego. When we lived in Spain, the guy I bought cheese from sold me water damaged rounds of 24 month aged Manchego for the price of the 6 month aged. Real queso Manchego is good stuff.
A fellow sufferer you are Sir. Just glad to hear you’re coping.
The dizzies are back today, Tsk! Still, I ain’t complaining.
American Presidents, Bush was not a good one, and as you say Carter was as bad in different ways.
I liked Reagan though, no specifics of why, just thought he sounded more genuine? Probably not, but still.
Reagan was one of my favorites.
It’s a shame about the antacid, that stuff is so thick & tenacious, I can imagine that it was a serious chore to clean up. <3
Very frustrating it was gal. Every time I thought I’d got it all up, off, or cleaned I found I’d missed a splotch of it. Hehe! At the back of me mind I was glad it happened in the kitchen… else I might have found another garden pea? TTFN, thanks pet. X