Monday 17th April 2017

Persian: دوشنبه 2017 آوریل 17

0305hrs: Woke up, at least I thought I did, in a hospital ward from years ago, a cuddly but friendly Matron leaning over the bed. Along with a selection of different period dressed nurse looking down at me, a half-eaten slice of bread and lard on the bed cover, with the sound of Nelson Riddle’s (1956) ‘Lisbon Antigua’ playing in the background?

Link to hear the music: Nelson Riddle tune

A chap (Steve, an old mate from school who seemed to have aged well) joined us and apologised for hitting me over the head with a milk crate in 1952? Apparently, he’d mistook me for someone else.

I woke up for real at 0425hrs. Had a dizzy spell, then found an almost neatly written scribbled note about the dream on my notepad, can’t recall writing it though. I even wrote the time of the dream? No real memories, just the extremely clear and lucid (For me anyway) notes to copy. Weird.

To the kitchen to put the kettle on and check I’d not left the hot tap running or oven on. All okay! Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were playing up. Took the morning medications and found one tablet left in last night’s dosage pot. I’d missed taking the Ramipril tablet, no wonder Duodenal Donald was acting up with me. Tsk!

An abrupt demand from the innards persuaded me to attend the porcelain throne ASAP. Where, I sat, struggled and pondered on life’s problematical nature. Recalled I’ve to go to the camera lesson later, decided to walk into Sherwood and hope to catch a bus into town – then thinking it was a bank holiday Monday.

Maybe there will be no buses at all? Tormented with making decisions as I am nowadays, I eventually decided to leave early and walk into town. This I analysed, would be less risky than walking into Sherwood to catch a bus and finding none are running and be late for the lesson? Haemorrhoid Harold bled, and Little Inchy was red and sore with just the tiniest spot of dried blood to clean up.

Over the next ten minutes, as I sat there on my porcelain throne, in pain trying to encourage things to move, and doing my best to sort out the jargogle ridden brain, the lesson, the bank to visit, getting more and more bewildered with my answers – I gave up trying.

Doctored the area needing such actions, washed, shaved (Only two cuts today), the skin cancer spot changed colour and returned to the kitchen to make another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold.

Having struggled on the throne, I took an extra Senna tablet.

Started this post off, Then set about finishing yesterday’s diary.

Got ablutions sorted and spit and polished me up and set off out to walk into Sherwood. Met Frak and his better half in the foyer and had a little chinwag.

Hobbled along Chestnut Walk and right down Winchester Street and talk about lucky… a number 40 bus going to town arrived at the bus stop as I was passing it! So I got on it, and to town. A bit of luck there, it always worries me when I have good fortune yer know, I’m not used to it! Hehe!

Got off in town with plenty much time to spare, so I wandered into Victoria Centre (Mall) and had a plod around.

Naughty Nottingham Pavement cyclist on the way, weaving between the pedestrians again. Humph!

Hobbled into the building and met another tenant, Brian in there. Had a gossip.

The market was not open today, so no chance of any fresh pod garden peas. Many units had closed down, but at the same time, some new ones had opened.

I wasn’t sure if this new one. Sloane Brothers Frozen Yoghourt was to open later or not.

Out of the other end and I limped over to Trinity Square.

The new gigantic eaterie. Curious Manor still had no customers or even passing trade.

Shame.

I decided to take some photographicalisation locally of the empty retail units along the Upper Parliament Street area.

They did not take much finding at all this

murky morning.

The old John Collier shop which changed to Burton’s Tailors when they bought them out, looked particularly barren and sad. Even worse with the office units above having no tenants in them.

Not the Nottinghomians persisting with their mission to ignore the red ‘Don’t Cross’ lights?

Spotted some more Nottingham Street Art on the floor near the Wilko store.

I popped into it to get some soap. Came out with Bird Suet, scouring pads, two bars of Dettol brand soap, a travelling clock for a quid on special offer and some shaving foam.

At least I remembered the soap. Haha!

Out and resumed the empty retail units photographicalisational mission.

As I say, they were not hard to find.

King and Queen Street had their share of abandoned shops too.

Even the famous in Nottingham Hallam jewellery shop had closed and they moved to trading on the internet now, the sign said.

At the end of the street what used to be the Gas Board shop and offices, and was taken over by the private company Midlands Gas Fires years ago, was now bereft of any tenant.

They were now trading only from their other retail shop in Stapleford I think it was or is I should say.

A big building to get anyone interested in opening a retail store in it?  To take it over?

And at the wrong end of town for customers to park, apart from the Victoria Centre underground car park ran by JCP. With charges currently at:

Up to 2 hours £3.50, Up to 3 hours £4.50, Up to 4 hours £6.00, Up to 5 hours £9.00
Up to 6 hours £12.00, and 6 – 24 hours £15.00. Not cheap, and at weekends and holidays it is usually the first one to fill up despite it having 2,700 spaces.

The old bank building on Milton Street is now another KFC outlet with seating upstairs for 150 and down 90.

But I have never seen it full when passing. With McDonald’s and Burger King so close by, I wonder how any of them make any money?

The sign below was outside a deserted Hair Dressing unit.

All of these deserted shops were within a few hundred yards of each other.

People, cyber friends tell me it is the same in their city.

Doesn’t bode well for the future, does it?

I made my way to the Jessop camera shop for the lesson. A different young chap, this time. Young, good looking, fit, educated and affluent. I hated him! Not really, only joking.

He went through each question I asked him. When I asked what the two wheels were, one on the left one behind last time, that chap told me not to worry about them, I’ll not need them. This chap said the difference they make and how the left on needs setting to suit my eyesight and not changing again.

He told me how to do it, and concentrate on the letters and numbers clarity as opposed to the quality if the picture. This one corrected the viewfinder. Excellent view after I’d done this.

He then showed me how to do Scenic shots moving the camera and took one for me. (Left below) Then I tried one, catching his face in it (Right below).

We then took a close up of an individual item on the desk. So I could use it on the TFZ site as a ‘What is it’ competition come puzzle.

He then set the photograph output style size for me.

The time was up that I’d paid for, but he then pointed out some other options I could use.

He then took this one of the room. I can’t remember why, though.

Nice of him.

I noticed later when I’d got back and updated this diary, the blue streaks? Was it like this in the room?

I gave him an Easter egg and departed. Feeling a lot better than on my last visit, the stairs were coped with up and down a lot better today.

I did forget to ask him what the T-W option and little round button were for the left? Tsk!

Even more good luck then, I limped to the 40 bus stop, and one was due in four minutes. Met a lady for the private home on the same road as my flats and had a nice chinwag with her en route. She told of where she had been on holiday (Egypt, Morocco, France and Germany) and where she was going this year Italy and Greece. They were as part of a Sea Cruise holiday. I was a bit jealous I must admit, Shame – Hehe!

We got off together and I walked her to her flats compound.

To my apartment and first thing needed was a wee-wee. So I had one.

Washed the dandies and got the meal prepared for later. Ready made Beef in black bean sauce to go in the oven later. Made some caramelised gravy and added mushrooms garden peas and leeks to it. Put the oven on to warm up for the beef.

Then got this chronicle updated.

My concentration was ephemeral, like the memories, I found hard to recall and so much needed doing to get the graphicationalistical presentation something like right.

Went to make a cuppa and just had to take this scene of the sky when I saw it.

I’ll save this to do some doctoring with it perhaps later.Did some WordPressing.

Did some WordPressing.

Then caught up with a graphic.

Posting a graphic and Facebook went down Again! Grefficalblowit!

Got the fodder served up.

Tasty nosh, a bit too much tasty nosh actually, but I gobbled it all up.

Took the dish, tray and cutlery into the kitchen and sink to soak a while… a depressing wet and warm sensation came from the lower regions… Oh dear me.

Little Inchy’s lesion was bleeding again.

Had a cleanup and medicationalisation session, and wearily climbed into the £300 second-hand recliner. Having a strange thought as I did so. “Why do recliners like these always come in beige, browns, greys or greens? Why not, heliotrope and lemon tartan or bright purple and pink? Hehe!

Soon drifted off before the first commercial break on the TV. Waking up, what seemed minutes later but was actually an hour or so, having dreamt of being chased by cyclists and disabled scooter riders along a path high up on a cliff edge, while having an eristic inner argument with myself about the unfairness of the world? Occasionally turning and firing a water pistol at my pursuers. Very odd! They caught me, tied me into a fairground dodgem and threw me over off the path. I seemed fully content as I fell towards what looked like a tropical forest below and wondered if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen and so glad I didn’t have to worry about this anymore?

Up for a wee-wee, and head down again.

Wednesday 12th April 2017

Scottish Gaelic: Diciadain 12 Giblean, 2017

Woke around 0235hrs: Out of the fragile wobbly £300 second-hand recliner and death-defying chair. To the porcelain throne. Cleaned up Little Inchy who’d been bleeding via his newly opened fungal lesion. (Sounds bad that dunnit? Hehe!)

Haemorrhoid Harold was supporting Little Inchy by bleeding away merrily as well. I can say without fear of being wrong, it’s going to be a right bleeding day today! Haha!

The left arm was itchy all over the lower part. No scratches marks or bruises?

Got the clothes in the big blue bag ready to take down to the laundry room. A lot to go, far too much to do in one go, so I selected the body clothing to do this morning and hope I get up early enough tomorrow to do the rest (Although if things go well today, I might try to get the others, towels, jammies etc. done later, if I can get a machine that is not in use).

Down to the laundry room and got the washer going.

Up to the flat and got started on finishing off yesterday’s diary.

30 minutes
later, down to move the clothing into the dryer. Some naughty personage had not cleaned the filter, so I did.

Again, up to the apartment. Finished the diary and posted it. Started this one off.

Brew, computer diary work.

Down to collect the clothes.

The machine informed me that it had 0.02 hours left to run? A minute later it stopped and I got out and folded clothing, there did not seem to be so much of it as when I put it in the dryer?

Up for a final time, put the togs away and made a brew.

Had to stop and nip to the wetroom in response to that now regular and dreadfully concerning sensation of wet warmth and pain from the lower regions, front and rear.

Both Harold and Little Inchy had leaked again. Cleaned things up and put the undies in soak, and put on a pair of the awfully embarrassing Protection & Comfort pants. (I’m a bit nervous about my having any dizzies or accifaupas that need medical persons to attend to me with wearing these?) They cause me some concern when having to wear them. Fair enough, they protect me well from the blood spreading and ruining other clothing I’m wearing or any seating I might be sat upon from the blood flow – but they are so tight and bulky, they often squash things a bit, and this forces more fluids out of the lesion? I must phone and email the clinic about this happening again, cause I don’t think they will be wanting to do the grafting operation now.

I got the medications out ready and did the first daily health check of the day.

Took the medications and carried out the other procedures as per instructions.

Noticed the left arm was still itching madly away?

Did the first health check of the day.

Wondered why the weight had not gone down a bit. I’d had a decentish hobble around Monday and yesterday. The water retention in the feet and legs had gone down, I’d not had a big meal yesterday, lost a lot of blood… I thought these things would have lowered my weight? Hey-ho! The pulse was a bit higher than normal. I’ll do a search on the web later to see what the normal is for a 70-year-old handsome, tall, popular, muscular, intelligent, attractive to women but blessed with a miniature weapon male should be. (I am a fool, but a laugh is essential now and then – innit? Haha!)

Better do it now, with my memory like…

60>100 it says.

No problems then.

I was not feeling very adroit today. And the odd aposiopesis interrupted my thoughts?

The urge came for me to take a photograph of the morning view from the kitchen window.

Then realised I’d taken all of the photos with the old camera.

Still, they’ll do. Liked this one, it sort of represented my state of mind at the time.

Dark, shadowy, murky and unclear. Hehehe!

Got the cleaners nibble bag ready.

0553hrs: Got an email from Morrison’s telling me the fodder was on the way. So I sorted through the other emails and did some WordPressing.

Lost the Facebook connection? All other sites available?

Did some WordPressing.Obergruppenfurheresses

The food delivery arrived: Put it away.

Got the bread and nibbles for the flat complex Obergruppenfureresses and took them to the Winwood Community Shed. Handed them to Deana and told her of Whoopsidedangleplop at the camera store yesterday. I might as well have stopped short of the centre and told the story to a nearby woodpigeon up in the tree, I’d have got more response from that. Still, we had a laugh and giggle.

Back to the apartment, Facebook was still not working and the two cleaner gals arrived shortly afterwards. Had a chinwag and laugh with them and they did me some cleaning of sorts. How they can clean a wetroom without moving a cloth that I’d left dropped on the floor defeated me. Unless she replaced it after cleaning underneath it… the floor was not wet after they had finished?

I asked them if they could come earlier on the next visit so I could get to the free Fish & Chip meal with the other tenants. They said they would. Gave them their bag of nibbles and Easter Eggs and off they went.

Called Olive to see if I could visit and gained permission. Went around to see her, got told off a few times, but that is good, it shows Olive is feeling a bit better, only when she really poorly does I escape the tongue-lashings. Gave her the chocolates, Easter eggs and a kiss, and returned to the suddenly depressing for some reason now flat.

Facebook still down.

Got the fodder prepared.My first effort at making some sage & onion stuffing

My first effort at making some sage & onion stuffing mixed it well and laid it flat in a pan and into the oven for half an hour, nice and crispy on the outside.

It all went down nicely.

Checked on Little inchy and the bleeding was far less than earlier, gently cleaned things up and re-creamed the reddening sore lesion.

Tried the DVD on the TV again, but could not get it to work.

Forgot to take the evening medications, although I didn’t actually realise this at the time, but when getting the morning medications out I noticed tonight’s dose pot was full. (That was a bit of messy statement won’t it?)

Settled to watch the TV, managing to get through Law & Order and most of the Heartbeat before I was off into the land of nod. Nice change that should have been, unfortunately, I kept waking and nodding for hours. No idea when I eventually got off proper but woke with a start at 0225hrs.