0345hrs: Woke remembering just one singular bit of a dream sequence I’d had clearlyish. (Not a real word this, but I like it. Hehe!) There I was floating in the air looking down above the MP’s in the Commons, as I glided above, and by each one, I made a note of their crimes and dishonest actions that floated up to me from each individual brain, by talking into an old mechanical calculator that I assume I thought was a recorder? No other memories whatsoever, though?
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Amazed, that Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were both absent this morning. Not complaining at all, though!).
Got the mug of tea made, and got the computer on, full of hope and prayers that the Google Chrome issues had been sorted. Opened Google and things looked good, no freezing or becoming unresponsive at all yet?
0415hrs: WordPress dairy updating was done for yesterday, then I started on this one.
0615hrs: Remembered to take the morning medications and did the Health Checks.
Sys: 148 Dia: 82 Pulse: 77 Temp: 36.1 Weight: 14.82. The weight had shot up steeply from yesterday morning. I imagine this was because I couldn’t get out for a hobble combined with the bigger than of late meal yesterday, are the reasons?
Got the Diary for Friday posted on WordPress and emailed to a few friends.
Excited at the thought of being hassle free with Chrome, I went to the email to send things and… “Google Chrome has become Unresponsive”!!! Boy, am I annoyed! Clicked on Wait for Programme to respond option. Five minutes later, it came back and worked.
I tried going on Facebook. Oh, dear! Time after time it froze, no way I can concentrate like this.
I’ll just get the photo’s on Facebook and tell folk about the hassle and wait for Sam to come again and try to sort me out. Double Humph!
So very depressed now. Gave up on the computer, made and ate a massive meal and fell asleep.
Dreampt of me being with someone on an old train as passengers, no idea who it was. We were trying to find out where we were, outside night, foggy dark, kept jumping off the train and back on… that’s all I can recall.
Woke five hours later, made a cuppa, took the med’s and tried Chrome again.
Within a minute of opening Gmail, it became unresponsive again! Waited until it came back on and emailed Sam again to let him know if it suits him, I’ll be in all day tomorrow.
So then tried WordPress and this went funny too and stopped me using it until I closed it, lost the updated script and restarted it again to write this.
Perpetually (If that’s the right word?) suffering from Unresponsive sites and frustrations.
The innards started rumbling, and stabbing pains started. Fretting and worrying I suppose?
Bother was coming from all sides now, not just Facebook and Email sites.
Tried to use the Outlook email, but it wanted so many details to let join it, and they demanded my phone number so as to send me a number to use to gain access.
Sent it to me through a text on the mobile.
Which I’d never used before, and got into a pickle and a half trying to sort it.
Naturally, I couldn’t!
Demanded more code numbers, but I’m afraid I could not cope with the tiny press button things and got into rather a panic and thought, Sod It!
Gave up trying.
Concentration destroyed by all this worry and failure to solve the issues.
The stomach is getting bad now, and I feel Duodenal Donald getting ready to make life hell for me, I know the signs.
Got a message from a very witty clever satirical artistic chap, someone I follow on the WordPress. Saying they too have similar problems with Google Chrome sometimes.
0350hrs: Up and feeling lively. Might be cheered at the faith and appreciation of help being given me by a complete stranger with the Google Chrome problem coming tonight I hope.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room with it.
Back up the lift and onto the Porcelain Throne. Only a bit of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold. Took the medications and started the computer, fingers crossed. At least I’ve found a way to get the diaries onto Facebook, via the email, that works.
Finished yesterday’s diary and posted it.
Down to move the clothes to the dryer and back up to the twelfth floor to start this one off. Made a graphic for the top of the page. Had an idea to make a funny post, something like Inchcock Party Manifesto? Hopefully, if I can get Chrome sorted and working, I’ll be able to on with it this weekend?
0538hrs: Down to see if the drying had finished in the Laundry Room.
Twas raining outside, and I felt so sorry for the soaking wet milkman.
Checked the dryer machine and the clothes in it were all dried sufficiently.
Cleaned the filter and machine, folded the attire and stacked them in little piles to enable me to put them in the bag so that they need to come out.
Clever or what? Hehe!
Swept the room and back up to the apartment and took a wee-wee as an urgent need.
Kettle on and stored the togs away.
Making a brew afterwards and the sky caught my eye, it looked a bit threatening to me.
When I got back on the computer, I added the last three photos and updated the wording, then had a look at the weather forecast for Nottingham today.
It looks like they were right about it being a wet start to the day.
Remembered I’d not carried out the Health Check List, so I did it. All looked okay to me.
Did some WordPress reading, as soon as I went on the Google email, then Chrome started playing up and not letting me proceed. Humph!
On CorelDraw 2017 and started creating the political party funny graphic. Lost everything I’d done for WordPress when Chrome went unresponsive again.
Closed down the computer and got on with the ablutions. During which I suffered two Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa incidents.
Made several cuts with the new razor while shaving.
And applied Betamethasone ointment instead of antiseptic cream to the wounds. Twit!
Had to use after-shave in the end to stop the flow.
Then, while taking a good shower, I dropped the Dettol soap and banged my eye on the corner wire trays.
I now have a decent black eye and some more bleeding. Along with Haemorrhoid Harold’s loss of blood on the Porcelain Throne, I don’t think I have much left in me now (Blood). Hehehe!
Part of the scratch looks a little Nuclearish in the photo above to me? As for what shiny thing in the ear-hole is, I’ve no idea! Probably from the flash on the camera? The black bits are the skin cancer, so no fretting about what they are at least.
Made a brew, took the midday medications and updated this old tosh.
I had an email from Duncan. Offering some advice I could follow of what to try with the Google Chrome problem. I’ll give it a go if need be in the morning. Thank’s Dunc.
Did a bit of flat clearing and cleaning.
Put the meal segments into one saucepan to heat up later after the help Chap Sam, calls. Potatoes, turnip chunks, fresh pod peas in the seasoned veg water. Might have some vegetarian sausages or a piece of cod with them I think.
Read some more of the Emotions book.
Did some work to start on another graphic on CorelDraw 2017. Hard work with the browser freezing. Gave up and read the Emotions book.
Did the evening ablutions and Jenny called me, she is bringing up Sam the Tech-Man to take a look at the computer. She introduced the young man, Sam and left.
I explained the problems I was having and showed him the advice that Duncan had sent me asking if he could do this procedure for me. Good idea he said, adding that my mate Duncan was sagacious in his suggestions. The next half hour or so I was totally amazed at what Sam did in cleaning the system. All so fast, he tried to explain what and why he was doing the things. He, as Dunc recommended, went through what I did and didn’t need and got rid of many things. He added CC Cleaner and UBlock and another programme that shows if the channel or page you are on is safe.
He then set-up the laptop for me, loaded CorelDraw onto it and got the internet access sorted and Chrome with the same layout and options onto it as the computer has.
He was very patient with me as I sometimes struggled to understand what was what. Gave me an email address to contact him if any more bother. Thanked and paid the man gladly. Off he went leaving a more hopeful Inchy behind.
Feeling so tired now.
Put a bit of fish and a few potato thingies in the oven to add to the well-cooked-by-now turnips, pod peas and potatoes.
When the fish and vegetables were done, I added them to beetroot, surimi and mushrooms and other vegetables on the plate.
A pot of lemon fool for afters.
Although I really felt drained, I did feel a warm glow of hope that things will go alright on the computer when I investigate the changes in the morning. Too weary to try now.
Did the health checks, took the medications and visited the Porcelain Throne.
As I checked the place, I adopted the Prospectively Harmful Whoopsiedangleplop Overnight Avoidance Routine (PHWOAR) Hehe!
I must try to remember to do this every night from here on in.
Checked the door was locked, lights off, shower power off, not taps running in wetroom or kitchen, nothing left on the cooker, fridge door not open, windows checked and took out any plugs not needed.
The view outside was still looking eerie. As I was taking the photographicalisation, the rain began to splatter on the window.
After eating most of the meal, I got the TV on to watch some selected programmes, didn’t see any of them, but the sleep was welcome indeed.
0200hrs Woke and off for a wee-wee. Got back down again and slept until 0306hrs.
Dream
First thing, I took the medications, had another wee-wee and heavy duty session on the Throne, messy gooey.
Then got on with trying to uninstall and reload Google Chrome to get rid of the freezing. Searched for advice first, but I could only get at far as Programs, clicked Chrome in the box and the computer telling me to ‘Select all Google Chrome Items’ – there were no more to pick or choose? Fed-up with this, I’ll see if I can get some help or anyone knows of someone who can come to the flat to have a look at and give me a hand, I’ll ask at the Windwood Social Hour, not very hopeful though. Grr!
Very frustrating having to wait for hours for it to reset itself when it does, it doesn’t frequently, reset reboot reload, turn off and reboot all the time, and every time I try to go on Facebook or YouTube. I’ll have to stay off for until I can get someone to pay to this sorted out… if I can?
Losing heart here.
Back to the Porcelain Throne again, no pebble-dash but gooey and sticky now! Going through the toilet paper at a fast rate of knots. Tsk! Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly this morning.
Tried doing this update and finishing yesterday’s diary, which took hours due to my being too nervous to do it when I got back from the trip out Wednesday and being convinced I could sort out the Chrome uninstall and reinstall procedure today. Foolish me!
I wish I’d taken a photo from the kitchen window earlier now.This morning when I got up was crystal clear, look at it now?
This morning when I got up, it was crystal clear, look at it now?
I realised I’d not put the map of yesterday’s marathon hobble in the diary.
So, here it is.
Just to show off and pretend I’m as fit as a fiddle.
The feet ain’t half stinging now, but I’ve only got myself to blame. Although I did enjoy the visit to the park and ducks and was well pleased with the results from Mr Redmain… or, was it Redman?
Although I did enjoy the visit to the park and ducks and was well satisfied with the results from Mr Redmain… or, was it Redman?
I’d like to make a note of my appreciation of the Pensioners Free Bus Pass too.
I reckon without this, yesterday’s bus trips would have cost me around the figure of £12-£15 in total!
By heck… the stomach and innards have just started off grinding and bubbling away again now. Tsk!
I did some WordPress reading for a while.
Still unable to get on and use Facebook without Chrome problems.
Tsk!
The view from the kitchen window, when I made another mug of tea has changed again. A lot clearer once more? I got the last of the pod peas, some small potatoes and beef in the Crock-Pot cooking.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Then got the ablutions tended to and deodorised me up nicely. Made sure the raffle prizes and nibbles were in the bag.
Set off to the Tenants Social Hour.
A good session and one lady suggested I go to the phone shop in the Victoria Centre and ask ‘The Geeks’ for help with the computer problem. If I sign to pay the something monthly, they will always be on hand to help. That lady had signed with them. So, I decided to go into town afterwards and have a word with them, might try to get some pod peas at the same time.
BJ was there, and a few laughs were had.
At the bus stop the weather looked marvellous to me, the trees so beautiful.
Another good listen best I could to the chinwagging.
As the bus went along Porchester Road, I took this photographicalisation of the sky towards the City Centre.
I could see a face in the clouds. When I got back, I made up the above graphic of it. I just wondered if anyone else can see it?
Dropped off the bus at the usual place near the Victoria Centre and hobbled in and through to the Phone Warehouse shop and to the back counter where the ‘Geek Squad’ sign indicated they would be located.
The chap with the blonde hair informed me the Geeks are only there for three hours a week on Saturday mornings! Deflated about that.
Poddled to the Tesco store, but they didn’t have any fresh pod peas in stock again! Bought some SourDough Bread, though.
So I went to the Fruit and Veg market and got some peas up there.
Out of the mall and into the Wilko Store. Got some disinfectant, foil and deodorant.
Had a walk up Clinton Street window shopping.
But it was little, well, a lot more hectic than yesterday, so I gave up and got out soon as I could back onto Upper Parliament Street, and went to the bus-top, just avoiding a Burk on a bike Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Caught the L9 bus back to the flat complex.
As the bus turned right, off of Porchester Street and down a narrow part of the route, I tried to get a photograph of the steep hill. But didn’t make too good a job of it cause a van turned in at the same time in front of the bus.
Battling falling asleep again now. I actually did nod off a few times, but luckily as the bus turned into Chestnut Walk, I stirred.
A quick chinwag with some residents at the bus stop and up with a little concern that I might not make it in time, to the flat and the Porcelain Throne.
Then, I moved the fodder into a saucepan to warm through and washed the slow cooker. The computer and Google are still letting me down. Will not let me work on Facebook again.
I got the meal, a stew of sorts served up.
Podded peas, turnip, small potatoes, made a nice caramelised gravy to go with it and added some beef gravy and a tin of stewed steak to it.
Slices of Sourdough bread to soak up the nice rich gravy and a Lemon Fool to follow with this fool enjoying it a lot. 9.4/10 rating.
Got a phone call from Obergruppenfurheress Jenny, she had kindly arranged for a friend to call and have a look at my Google Chrome problems. Later when I was asleep and in the land of nod, the door chime burst forth and a note had been posted through the letterbox for me from Jenny. She told me a chap called Sam would be visiting me tomorrow night sometime after 1800hrs. That was so kind of her to help out.
Having woken up, I decided to make a mug of tea… Accifauxpa Time! Dropped the milk and cleaned it up.
Watched some TV for ages, no nod-offs in between. But the worries over the Chrome issue kept overtaking other thoughts.
Bad night of waking in between dreams. War, well, in a battle in a City, schoolday bullying relived, failings and errors recalled, space travel, ghosts and being buried alive being some of the subjects. I’m certain there were so much more, not nice at all. I lay there thinking through and trying to remember more for ages.
When a demand came for the Porcelain Throne visit at 0310hrs, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, shivering despite having a bit of sweat on and off to the morning session. Took a while for a different reason to recently, the opposite of the Trots! The tummy rumbled much after the movement. Carried out the Health Checks, all seemed okay apart from the pulse being a tad high, the weight was down again!
Made a brew and took the medications. Making sure I did not mistakenly take any of the Diahorria capsules, now they are not needed. In fact, I moved them into another drawer so as not to do a Whoppsiedangleplop later in the week.
Saw a note I’d left myself when it came to starting the computer: ‘Bank Numbers Required’. I must nip down later and give them to them. I had a check on the local weather for today on the BBC website.
Looked like a wet day in prospect! Glad I got the umbrella yesterday in town now.
The rain started again as I left the flats and decided to walk into Arnold, visit the ducks and pigeons and to get some pod peas.
I took the first photograph of the marathon hobble to Arnold at the end of Chestnut Walk. With the allotments below and housing in the distance and beautiful Spring greenery surrounding them. The smell was gorgeous.
Down Winchester Street hill and over the road and into the bank. Had to explain everything again to the teller lady, who was patient enough about it. Told her I was asked to bring in my NI number, but could not remember if I had or not, but here it is again anyway. She had no idea what I was talking about. Told me to pin in my card and dedicatedly perused her computer for a while, a frown spreading over her pretty brow. Said to me I had to make an appointment with the advisor to process the opening of the account. I told her the account was open, and I have a letter to that effect from the bank? Anyway, I’m going to see a surgeon in a while and might know more of when I’ll be free, and I’ll get back in touch (Call again) when I can confidently give you a date.
Out into the drizzle, up to the top of Mansfield Road Sherwood and off down the hill towards Arno Hill Park and the duck visit.
About a mile further on and I got out the Pound Shop umbrella as the rain increased and it broke as I was opening it.
With my luck, I took this with a pinch of salt, in fact, I expected this to happen.
Plodded onward in the wet onto Daybrook, the rain getting fiercer now.
The puddle in the car park had to be manoeuvred ti keep the tootsies and shoes dry, gave it a wide berth.
Nearly walked in front of a bus as I crossed over the traffic light junction – I indicated my apologise to the driver as he braked. I think he was questioning my parentage and possibly calling me a silly old fart or something similar. Oh dear!
Got to the park eventually and not many folks around, but there were some new breeds of ducks around. The ducks with the black coloured heads and brown and grey feathered bodies. They were very aggressive towards all the other birds there, they even chased off and bit the Canadian Geese!
The rain eased off a bit, and I spent a good while with them, nattering away to them. Like one does. Ahem!
Then out and along the road and over into the Sainsbury store. Where I found they did not have any pod peas available – Humph! I got some potato farls and cakes, Lemon mousse, a Lamb hotpot and two tiny turnips.
Outside the rain was now horrendous! I got the half openable brolly out and made for the bus stop across the road. I thought I was being rather clever by catching a bus that goes a long way around to town route but drops me off closer to the next bus stop where I can catch the Derby bus and save getting soaked so much? Cunning!
Dropped off on King Street and down and through the Slab Square and up Friar Lane to the bus stop.
An i4 bus arrived shortly, and I was off on a ride through the villages route, into Derby.
I gave the crossword book a bashing, and even got one completely done with only having to look-up one answer! (Head swaggers slightly)
Despite the weather, I enjoyed the run-out, apart from one bloke shouting down his phone all the time. Eventually, he started using bad language, the F word crept into his conversation, and I just had to say something but resisted several times until I could no longer do so. I walked forward and tapped him on the shoulder and asked him quietly: “Could you please stop using bad language on your phone, there are elderly ladies on this bus?” I was so pleased with his reaction. He really didn’t know he was shouting put aloud. He apologised to the ladies, and I think he blushed. That result was far better than him telling to Go Forth and Multiply and head-butting me! Phew!
He got off the bus later and put his hand up in acknowledgement as he dismounted the bus. Jolly good chap.
Got into Derby bus station, the rain now wet again. Hehe! I wondered over into the Eagle Market.
What a sad place nowadays. Far more empty stalls than those in use.
Out and up to the London Road GUM clinic. Gave them the paperwork and in minutes they called me in to see Mr Redgrave, the surgeon who will be doing me in Nottingham later. Nice understanding Gentleman. About 60 years-of-age, a well-trimmed beard and patient with his patient. I could smell the pipe tobacco on his breath, and this got me missing mine. Hehe! Went to great lengths in advising me exactly what was to be done with Little Inchy’s problem. To be done under a local and he anticipated my being in and out in a day. He even explained any problems and how to deal with them following the procedure. I should hear within a week of a date, but I’m still on the Cancellation List and need to have everything ready at short notice. Gave me some leaflets. I thanked him so much, we both had a cup of tea brought in by a smiling nubile young lady. And, it was a nice strong cup of tea too!
Happy and contented I made my way back to the bus station in the rain, almost singing to myself and uncaring about getting soaked in the rain.
I got on another bus route to go back into Nottingham, the Y8 it was I think. As the bus went through Sandiacre, we passed a place that I had worked at in Security many years ago.
It used to be a Calor-gas supplier, now it had been cleared demolished and must have held hundreds of vehicles. This got the memory going.
Had a bash at the Crosswords again, but not so successfully this time.
Arrived in Nottingham and dropped off on Maid Marion Way in the drizzle and walked down St James’s Street into the Slab Square.
I’ve not been down here for some years, there had been many changes with new buildings.
Across the square as the rain got heavier again.
The Burke on the bike in this photograph all but hit the woman with white hair moments after I took this picture.
Tsk!
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop, turned out good timing as the last L9 bus was due in five minutes.
Tired and weary now, but happy with how the day had gone and the good news and information from Mr Redgate. Why he was a Mr and not Doctor I don’t know. But, then again, there is much I do not know. I had to fight falling asleep on the bus with all my might, but managed to, just.
Up to the flat and into the Throne Room.
Too weary to concentrate on doing any updating, so did this in the morning.
Felt a bit more like eating tonight. Used a portioned plate and had, farls and potato cakes, Quorn eggs, sage & onion slices, pickled onions, strong cheddar, fresh pod peas, mushrooms, Mushroom Pate, an apple, one thin wholemeal and a Lemon Fool, with caramelised onion pickle.
Looked good, tasted good, but the eyes were obviously larger than the stomach again. I left a lot on the plate.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The Pulse was tremendously high at 94.
Got the goggle-box going. Swiftly fell asleep.
Dreamt something about V-rocket making, with me as a designer and demanding that garlic is added to the explosives? But it seemed I and the others were of French origin?
Woke and off to the Porcelain Throne, and spent an inordinately long time, struggled to evacuate, messy. A follow up to the ‘Trots’ I’ve just got rid of?
Had a glass of spring water and got the head down again, without any problem.
Kept waking all through the night, thinking of dreams and telling myself to remember and record them, even made some notes, but they were totally ineligible when I did wake properly at 0355hrs. Tsk! Not the foggiest memory!
0400hrs: Out of the fragile struggling to operate £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. The spattering did not come, (Hurrah!) but things were ‘Gooey’ and Haemorrhoid Harold’s blood added to the mess! Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald and Roger Reflux were all in a good mood, only Anne Gyna giving any real torment. Good start I thought!
Into the kitchen and took this photographicalisation.
Titivated around a bit and tried to move things in the freezer drawers to make room for some fodder that I hope will be arriving later via the Morrison delivery.
Kettle on and started the Health Checks and weighing session.
Again, I thought things were looking good. (I began to fret a little at this stage; Things looking good and me, don’t go together? Hehe!)
Made a mug of good strong Thompson’s tea and took the medications.Back to the Porcelain Throne, but only wind escaped. Things are a changing in this department today for sure.
Back to the Porcelain Throne, but only wind escaped. Things are a changing in this department today for sure.
Checked on the coat that got so wet yesterday, and I’d hung above the towel dryer. Still not fully dried, so I moved the jacket along to near the storage heater and turned it on, and moved the airer along underneath the coat.
On with the computer, fingers crossed in the vain hopes that Google Chrome would have cleared itself of problems. Come think of this, there were no problems with Google before I had some Windows Updates?
No problems as yet, knock on wood.
Made a start on this diary, then finished off yesterday’s one and got it posted.
Did some WordPress reading.
Got the ablutions tended to before the arrival of the fodder. Got all the things needed, into the wetroom, cleaned the teggies and started to shave, and the intercom phone rang – it was the Morrison Man. For some reason, I thought it was due twixt 0800 > 0900hrs, but it was due 0700 > 0800hrs. Did feel a fool again!
Got the fodder put away, only just enough room in the freezer.
Back and finished the ablutions. All nice and fresh smelling now. Hehe!
Sorted some bin bags and took them to the chute. Got the nibbles ready for the flat’s Obergruppenfurheress’s to drop off at the hut on the way out.
Must remember to call at the bank with the details they are wanting. (I didn’t, I forgot about it – Fancy that?)
Updated this bit of the diary.
Off out and called at the NCH Community Shed with the nibbles. Obergruppenfurher Julie was in on her own. The big room had the ‘Pick Your Colour Scheme’ crew of five in there to greet the residents. Tenant Roy arrived, and I chose the Green Brown Scheme as my choice for the outside of the newly updated buildings.
Only because I felt obligated to show interest. There was a very-little real concern there over which one was opted for.
Roy chose the same colour scheme.
Back to the foyer to await the bus into town. Roy arrived and asked me my flat number and name, as the Nottingham City Homes team had forgotten to inquire this of me. He kindly took the details back to them. A chinwag with the other tenants at the bus stop and on the bus en route was enjoyed.
Glad to hear the Bill thought the keyboard letter pads I got from Amazon for him, were wonderful and he had them all on his laptop and enjoying them.
Arrived in town as the drizzle started and meant to nip into the Pound Shop to look for some Furniture Cover a lady tenant told me about earlier and to get an umbrella – found myself in the Wilko Store, felt a fool and exited and made my way next door to the Pound Shop. Huh!
Had a good nosey around and ended up getting: A packet of Bic razors, Memory Foam Insoles and Alpen bars for raffle prizes, Flash eraser, Foil oven trays, two Guaranteed to blow inside out on the first use umbrellas, and a Men’s manicure set. Having purchased more expensive brollies last time and they did the same thing… well one did, the other disappeared like magic. I took the gamble on getting these cheap ones. No one on the tills so had to use the self-serve system. Farcical that was. I’m not sure I didn’t end up overcharging myself? The obnoxious assistant wasn’t really interested, poor bloke looked right pissed-off to me. And this in the morning with him having the rest of the day to get through, yet!
Out and over Upper Parliament Street and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Very sparse of human occupation it was this morning.
Another takeaway food unit had closed down I noticed. There’s going to be financial trouble over this situation of so many retail bankruptcies going on so much!
Hobbled without too much effort nor pain, to the other end and into Tesco and had a wander around. A box of two Fresh Cream Horns leapt into the shopping basket of their own accord. I got the last pack of pod peas, another Quorn Lasagne on offer at £2 down from £3 (I wish I’d got more now, cause they were wonderfully filling and tasty last time I got them). A packet of small potatoes, a TV magazine for next week and some Boczek belly pork.
I pondered over getting some Sourdough Farmhouse bread but remembered the freezer was chock-a-block at the moment. Wandered off, thought some more, then returned to the bakery section, after having made up my mind to get the Sourdough after all, cause I haven’t had any for ages. After I’d managed to reach up to the top shelf where they kept this bread and got a loaf, it only had one day’s life on it. I eventually managed to check each of the nine or so loaves and they were all the same. So, now in pain in the legs from stretching up and stomach now aching too, I muttered to me what an idiot I am, and wandered to the checkout.
Paid the gal and out around the block and to the bus stop on Upper Parliament Street. The feet were beginning to sting a bit now.
The place had got very busy from when I arrived in town.
The queue at the shelter was massive and cramped, the folks looked down and depressed, and I passed the wind without anyone noticing. So glad the ‘Trots’ have almost gone now!
Very glad!
I wanted to take a photo of the crowds with their depressed hang-dog expressions… but by the time I dug the camera out of the bottom of the full bag, one bus had been loaded and off, and a second one had gathered most of the other passengers. In the distance, the green single decker electric powered L9 bus can be seen arriving. When it did, the other passengers got to the doors; first. I was shoulder charged, poked with what I think was an umbrella and had my poorly toe trod on!
The spirits lowered as I sat there, not even interested in doing the crosswords and feeling a bit sorry for myself, but not knowing why?
A few miles on, and as the bus turned left onto Porchester Road, I had the camera ready in the hopes of getting a distance shot of the sky and scenery.
As I got ready to take the shot, a mobility scooter was driving on the road, and believe me there is one heck of a hill down there! At one point it is 1/6!
Anyway, the flipping car pulled out, and it hid the scooter from view! Tsk!
Back at the flat, and onto the Throne. A mixed session.
As I had a quick freshen up and cleansing session, I bent down to get the bleach to use on the porcelain and ‘Clunk!’ Accifauxpa, come Whoopsiedangleplop time! Cracked the head a good one on the sink.
This put an end to my plans for doing owt on the computer, indeed doing much at all. Boy, was it a good clout! Felt a bit groggy-dizzy for hours afterwards.
Put the fodder away, leaving a brolly in the bag.
Sat down for a few hours or so, tried reading the ‘Emotions’ book but no concentration felt dodgy. Dosed off.
Later when I woke, only a bit of a headache was there, I felt fairly good really?
Took the medications, did the Health Checks and got the fodder prepared.
Went to turn off the heater in the hallway and the INR Anticoagulation results had been delivered. Shot up to 4.6 this time.
I wondered if I’d perhaps taken two evening doses during one night during the last week, to have caused this and not noticed?
I added the Next Test Date to the Google Calendar. Google Chrome kept becoming Unresponsive so I gave up.
Used the segregation plate for the meal.
BBQ smoked mackerel, Surimi, egg, potatoes, potato farls, onions, cheddar, apple, beetroot and fresh pod peas and caramelised chutney.
I dished up too much and didn’t eat a lot of it. Ate just one of the potatoes, left some of the farls and a half of the egg.
The rain poured down outside, so I closed the kitchen window.
Felt so tired now. Tried to watch a DVD, then tried the TV, then the book again… which is when I drifted off into a dream filled horror of a sleep.
0215hrs: Rose out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way to the Porcelain Throne. A long, long session this first one today. Got some of the ‘Emotions’ book reread. The movement was far less than of late, but resistant to my needs, although still Pebbledash quality. Cleaned things and me up and into the kitchen to make a cuppa.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room and got them machine going. Back up to the home.
Took the morning medications, not realising it was so early.
Down and moved the things into the dryer.
The view from outside the foyer door was photographicalised.
Onto the computer and finished off the last diary for yesterday.
Google Chrome keeps going unresponsive, and I have to close it and all other programmes and restart – then it does it again! Grumph! Does it each and every time I try to go on Facebook!
Then I did the Health Check Print-Out for last week.
I think things looked okay.
Noticed the, er… aroma shall I call it, from the Porcelain Throne room seemed to have permeated into the rest of the flat’s rooms. Foul and followed me all over, even when I went down twelve floors to the laundry room! Nose blocked today, maybe that has something to do with it. Seem to be endlessly spraying air freshener over everywhere, without any success?.
Down to retrieve the clothing.
Why or how I had not noticed before beats me, but I realised how few clothes I’d actually taken down to be washed?
Whoopsiedangleplop!
I’d unaccountably started two laundry bags and taken only one down! Nincompoop, idiot and simpleton spring immediately to mind as a description of me?
Up one last time to the flat. The first thing needed to be was to visit the Porcelain Throne… what a phoo too! Hehe! More disinfectant splashing and fresh-air spraying ensued!
Must remember today is the INR Blood Test at the City Hospital. I’ll try a walk there again like last week, a slow, steady walk. Put the nibbles in the bag while I thought of it, and the Anticoagulation form in the jacket pocket.
While searching got the things, I came across the leaflet about Tuesday being available for us to go and talk to someone in the Community Shed about out preferences for the new colour scheme for the flats.
I don’t mind what colour they are, but will vote for the dark brown I think, because I can’t see others opting for it. That is of course if I remember to go.
Started this off, in between Google Chrome crashing and having to rest everything – getting miffed with this. I must try to find someone who can come to the flat and fix it for me if possible?
Then is dawned on me. Will I manage to get to the hospital without any Accifauxpa in the emissions department? Fingers crossed and safety pants on I think.
To the Porcelain Throne once more, much wind and rumbling but little action. Although much stinky-poos I’m afraid. While I sat there, a mental picture of the dream, I had earlier adumbrated into my mind for few seconds. I was in the back of a lorry, had a uniform on and playing cards with some other soldiers, each one from a different army and time period…? Was this from a dream? Or did the pain of the Throne session warp the mind? Hehehe!
Got ready and did the ablutions – spent ages trying to get to every crevice to feel cleansed. Creams, medications and deodorants applied afterwards, but the smell still seemed to have lingered.
Got dressed up well, I still can’t find the umbrella. Naturally, it was raining as I left the foyer.
Up by the magnificent looking Copse along the gravel path, taking my time and enjoying the wildlife and fauna as I poddled along.
Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and even Duodenal Donald were being gentle with me, bless em!
I was under some trees looking up at the branches trying to locate a bird singing away but could not.
But I got a shot of this young lady as she cycled along the footpath with her child in a chair on the crossbars.
Some friendly dogs around that let me fuss them a bit, enjoyed that.
Out and up the hill, and this gentleman came by from behind and gave me a start.
Over the crest and down to the traffic lights to cross over and onwards down to Valley Road.
The rain started to come a lot harder.
But no signs of interest from Diarrhea Derek bothering me, that was another good sign.
Down the hill and looked back as this Herbert rode a little close to me for my liking. I’m pleased to report that the motorist turning into the side road gave the Pavement Cyclist a toot on his horn and made him wobble… and I just caught him in mid-wobble!
Turned left and crossed the two-stage Pelican Lights over to the other side of the dual carriageway.
The wildflowers and weeds on the verges looked so fresh in the new rain.
I came across these Daisies that were bigger and larger than any I have ever seen, Bootiful they were.
I reckon the bigger ones were up 4 inches wide?
I spotted this Pavement Cyclist (No problem with him at all, and the traffic was very heavy on the road), so saw him coming towards me and moved out of his way.
By gum, he was moving.
Realised the rain had almost stopped as I took this photographicalisation.
A few hundred yards further on the drizzle turned back into torrential rains – not that it bothered me too much mind – I was that wet anyway it would have been hard to get wetter without throwing myself into the stream further on, nearby.
I leant over the bridge and looked down into the stream or Brook whatever it was.
There were not many tings that had not been deposited in it along this stretch. Railings, shopping trolley and baskets, fag packets, Coke cans, Condoms, someone’s jacket, etc. A bit sad really.
As I approached the GUM clinic entrance, the rain increased, even more, it belted down! They could not help with my request for a date for the op but would let me know ASAP and reminded me I am still on the Standby List and do I still want to be on it? I said yes and thanked them.
Out into the wet rain and hobbled as fast as I could manage to the Phlebotomy Department, took the ticket and had a go at the Crosswords. The nurses were back in the proper Bay Area now, so it did not take them long to clear the queue, and I was in and being done in less than fifteen minutes! The nurse had a job stopping the vein bleeding again, but it didn’t bother her. Gave the nurses nibbles to her, thanked her and asked which way if there is one, can I go to get out at the other end of the site using inside corridors to avoid the rain? She explained to me, and I was off.
I was soon lost.
I eventually got to Edwards Lane and back up into Sherwood, through the Park and back down to the flats. Soaked through I was! Hehe!
Met Jenny and Frank, then Olive in the foyer and had a chinwag.
Then up to the flat and amazingly, did not need a visit to the Porcelain Throne! Watch it now, I’ll probably get Constipation next… Tsk, Hehe!
An hour updating this diary, and then I did have to visit the Throne, not a bad session at all.
Bravely I tried Facebooking, fully expectant of the Computer freezing or just becoming unresponsive.
Which it did, and I gave up.
Got some fodder ready and did my best to eat it all.
The recent return of hunger had gone again now?
However, afterwards, in between nodding off sessions and I failed to view the DVD (Last of the Summer Wine Christmas Specials), I did nibble on some naughty snacks. Crisps Marmite, chocolate bar and rice peas.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a few visits.
Did the ablutions, took the medications and got the head down to sleep… which within about five hours I achieved! Humph!
Woke around 0100hrs, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – barely in time, but avoided an Accifauxpa. A longer session this time, it was at least a good half-an-hour before I could be confident enough to return to the chair. This did, however, give me time to scribble some notes about the dreams I’d been having. It is so long since I remembered such detail of any dream. Seems, from the notes: I digested later when the memories had long gone. I was on a spaceship of some sort, with Tony Blair and his entourage, a ship attempted to dock with our vessel. Blair ordered us to shoot it… we oddly had a turret on top of the craft, and that was where I was, it had cling film covered 303 rifles in it as the weapons to use? I couldn’t find any ammunition clips that fitted, though. Dozens of them were laying around that seemed to fit different weapons?
The visiting ship docked and in came John Prescott! Blair immediately denied having any WMD on board, and Prescott hit him one – then insisted we take him to Moscow?
Back and got my head down again.
0300hrs: Wide awake with a jolt. And, once more in need of the temporarily Christened ‘Diarrhoea’s Porcelain Throne’. Hehe! Twenty minutes later, I’d clean things up and was in the kitchen and sorting out this week’s medication pots.
Five more minutes, and I was back on the Porcelain Throne again! Oh heck!
0330hrs: Finished the medication pots off and started the Health Checks. Innards still rumbling away?
The weight keeps going down, mind?
0355hrs: Yes, you’ve guessed it, back on the Throne! I hope like yesterday, as the day goes on things will settle more.
Got Saturday’s diary finished and ready for posting and started this one off.
0450hrs: On the Throne, this time I read about ten pages of the book.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, the morning view was windy and bleak… most fitting under the circumstances I thought? Haha!
0625hrs: Unbelievably, I was back in the wetroom and seated painfully on the Throne yet again! This time, Duodenal Donald joined in giving me some grief. A long one this time. How can this be so, surely there is not that much room in the innards for all this?
0644hrs: Washed up, then creamed and medicated, generous amounts of fresh air spray and disinfectant distributed. Harold’s Haemorrhoids are bleeding more than ever now, Humph!
I’m still drinking a lot of liquids, can’t seem to stop doing so in fact. Tea, mineral water, tap water?
Took an extra Omeprazole to ease Donald a bit, with another cuppa hopefully.
Checked the Emails. Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff out there today.
Made a Morrison order for next week, in case I’m still limited in my getting out stakes by Diahorrea Derek or Haemorrhoid Harold.
Onto Facebook, fingers crossed that Google doesn’t go unresponsive again, it has done so five times already today!
Gave up on Facebook, every time I go on, Google Chrome freezes or becomes unstable.
Found the consultation on the colour of the flats note.
Dosed often, wherever I was all day? Even on the Throne.
Spent hours nodding watching TV and nodding off for a few minutes regularly.
Dizzy Dennis visited frequently and found myself being tortured inwardly by past errors mistakes and decisions.
Sister Jane phoned to see how I was, nice that.
Much rumbling continued, but the passings stopped for hours.
Tried to do some CorelDrawing.
Recoloured an old TFZ graphic of Lyzzi, but concentration prevented me getting it anywhere near how I wanted it.So gave up on that too.
So gave up on that too.
Made a goodish meal.
The fish was very nice indeed. I also ate it all up and had an apple afterwards.
The sage & onion slices were tasty too.
Fell asleep before I could get the pots to the sink for cleaning.
Woke up around 1900hrs I reckon, didn’t move though, just put the TV on, good police programme on that I had nor seen before, headphones on poured a mug of orange juice and settled to enjoy it.
Nodded off at the first commercial break, woke again around 2300hrs.
The stomach was churning like never before. Took the evening medications very late. Off to the Porcelain Throne, much bleeding so much cleaning and sorting out had to be done.
Feeling rather awake, I got the book, made a mug of tea and settled down for a good read.
Hausa is a Chadic language with about 44 million speakers. It is spoken mainly in northern Nigeria and Niger, and also in Benin, Burkina Faso, Cameroon, the Central African Republic, Chad, Congo, Eritrea, Germany, Ghana, Sudan and Togo.
0315hrs: I stirred to find the footstool cover in a bundle on the carpet? But first things first, an urgent need of the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne had to be responded to, so off to the wetroom I went. Not a pleasant experience, but I got a chance and the time to read the Emotions vade mecumsvade. Again, I reread what I had read to get it to sink into the brain so I could understand what she was writing and getting at. But it’s coming, and I am rather pleased that my persistence and progress, slow as it is.
Cleaned things up after ten minutes efforts and into the kitchen to put the kettle on, do the health checks and take the medications. I got as far as getting the kettle on and had to return to the Throne! A longer session this time, so I enjoyed reading the book again.
Back into the kitchen and did the checks, all right I think. Sys 150, Dia 80, Pulse 86, Temperature 35.5, and the weight down again! 14.59 which was nice, considering I did not have a meal yesterday but did nibble on and off, should I be glad? Took the medications with another anti-diarrhoea capsule.
I felt rather visurient and decided to take a photographicalisation from the balcony of to the North to get the beautiful new greenery in the shot. Got into the front room and noticed the pile on the floor, so investigated.
Sometime during the night I’d wrapped up the slippers in the footstool cover and put it on the floor?
Released and put the slippers on (No wonder I couldn’t find them earlier, Tsk!) and replaced the tartan cover on the stool thingy.
At which time, another demand to use the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to be responded to, back into the wetroom and on with the book again. Getting fed-up with the bowel problems now. But, at least I got some reading in, and the previously copious evacuations had got far less this morning even if they were more frequent.
Out onto the balcony and took the image.
Back to the kitchen to make the mug of tea, No desire for any food at the moment, not even a small pot of porridge interested me.
Got the computer on and as it started, yet another trip to the Throne had to be done. More reading less bothers but unfortunately, things had begun, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding and cleaning and medicating was needed. So, currently, I thought I was doing well really. Duodenal Donald was being good to me, Arthur Itis very fair, Roger Reflux not bad at all, the right foot wound pain was easing off very well, Hernia Harry was in a good mood with me too. Only Anne Gyna and Diahorrea Derek were really bothersome. I decided to wait and see how things go before opting to risk a walk out today, cause sure as heck I’ll be trouble if the Trots start while I’m out and about. Oh dear!
Apart from Sister Jane and Pete and popping to take the keyboard stickers to Bill in flat 33, I’ve not spoken to or seen anyone for days now. Nice to know I could have been laying dead in the apartment and would have been no bother to anyone. Hehehe!
Got yesterday’s diary and the funny retirement poem finished and posted off.
The innards have started rumbling again now.
Started this post off and did the graphics.
Did some WordPressing, then went on Facebook to catch up with the TFZers.
Started some graphics.
Google Chrome keeps freezing repeatedly? Tsk!
Back to try and get back on. Gave up and got the ablutions done.
Went out for a hobble into Sherwood and back.
I ranged up the hill through my beloved Copse. Bootiful… apart from the beer cans, crisp packets, McDonald’s boxes, plastic coffee cups etcetera.
Tsk!
Up to the path and left down in towards Mansfield Road.
Not too many folks around this lunchtime. But some were being taken a walk by their pet dogs, and I took a while to watch them and their differing antics when it comes to “Running and fetching the ball back” to the owners.
Some did so, some partly so and one actually looked in amazement at its owner, ignored the ball altogether and wandered off to have a pee near the trees. A Scottish Terrier dog that was, I think.
Coming out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, and left up to the hill, a young Pavement Cyclist, who I assumed to be drunk or drugged was swaying all over the place on his little bike.
Up over the hill and down to the shops.
Called into Wilko and got some black refuse sacks.
Then down into the Co-op store and got two cobs, potato waffles, a TV paper and some mushrooms. Got a £1 off my next £5 spend before May 20th voucher with my change.
Left the store and had a very slow hobble up Winchester Street hill.
As I approached the junction, two ‘Pavement Cycling youths passed me, nowhere close to me, mind.
They saw my camera and got off and pushed their bikes near where the pedestrians were. Jolly decent of them I thought. Well done lads!
The woman on the disability scooter banged into one of the chairs and broke it moments later, it would have been good to have caught her in the photo.
Up the hill, looking at flora and fauna occasionally. The legs and feet were not bad at all today.
Finally getting to Chestnut Walk and left down towards the flats. As I walked on the verge looking down through the trees and bushes I came across so much detritus it was disheartening.
As I got near the bird poop covered seat, a squirrel was on the bench, and I decided to try and catch his image…
I was too slow.
Hehehe!
Further to the end to cross over the Walk to the flat entrance doors, and a lovely bird on the grass caught my eye.
It was very windy, and his/her constant moving meant I had to take several shots before I could get one that was reasonable.
Shared the lift with two nurses up to the flat.
First things first, a visit to the Porcelain Throne, nicely times and not too bad a session… still had to clean things mad me up afterwards, though.
So glad I managed not to get caught out on the hobble, cause me taking my time could have cause problems?
Got the purchases out of the bag.
Put the mushrooms with an added tiny tin of peas in the saucepan, got the oven warming up and then the computer on to update this tosh.
Several wee-wees were needed during this process, but no heavy duty session, despite the now rumbling innards again. Humph!
Fish into the heated oven added some of the waffles later, and Heigh-ho, off to the Porcelain Throne. Duodenal Donald had been and was bleeding and so very sore, and a session of mammoth proportions ensued.
Served the meal up, with the rather very much more well-done fish that I would have liked due to the time demands of the last Porcelain Session.
I thought it looked inviting and rather tasty, but the newly inflamed innards would not allow me to risk eating anywhere near all of it.
Somehow I did the health checks in between some false alarms and one or two mammoth, lengthy and messy evacuations. Sorry. It had to be said; I’m in a pickle here! Hehe!
Finally, the stomach seemed to settle down a bit.
Watch some of the “Still Open All Hours” DVD. As for nodding off, the rumbling, rambling, bubbling and grumbling that seemed to be getting suddenly worse again, made sure there was no kipping for ages.
Sister Jane rang to see how I was – I must have looked bad when they visited because she didn’t tell me off about anything? Hehehe!
Somehow I did the health checks in between checking things in the lower region, passing wind and belching.
Whenever sleep arrived, I don’t know, but I was up and on a mission to get to the Porcelain Throne on time at 0300hrs.
Warfarin, duodenal Ulcer and cuts that need knitting, Omeprazole and Morphine and new dental fittings, Enoxaparin injections and boy they don’t half sting, These are a few of my favourite things.
Metal ticker valve, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses, Simvastatin, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses, Overdue rent and those romantic flings, These are a few of my favourite things.
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, I simply remember my favourite things, And then I don’t feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions, No spicy meals or food cooked with onions, Social workers, the hot meals that they bring, These are a few of my favourite things.
Back pains, confused brains and no fear of sinning, Thin bones and fractures and hair beyond thinning, More of the pleasures maturity brings- When we remember our favourite things.
When the joints ache, when the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, I simply remember the great life I’ve had, And then I don’t feel… so bad.
0325hrs: The previous four hours had been a terrible nightmare of Diarrhoea Daniel prompted pebble-dashing sessions on the Porcelain Throne. Very slowly, but thankfully these are receding now. How long for I don’t know. Getting far less frequent. Scared to have anything to eat now, though.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 148 – Dia 80 – Pulse 84 – Temp 36.2 – Weight 14.65
Took the morning medications with another ADR capsule, and made a mug of tea.
Updated yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Then off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, mess and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
0405hrs: Off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, quantity, mayhem and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
I banged the right foot on the corner of the cabinet, right on the tender wound scar! I nearly swore I can tell yer! Hehe!
Made another mug of tea, then I thought the view outside warranted an effort at getting a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation. Opened the window to hang out of to take this hopefully masterpiece. And I could hear the bird chicks demanding their breakfast. This was without any hearing aids in.
I don’t think it came out as particularly good, though.
Still, it did give me the opportunity to bang my head on the frame while closing the window. Tsk!
Did some WordPress reading.
What to eat with the least risk to the ‘Trots’ came to mind. I’ve got some Wonky potatoes in the cupboard. I thought I had some rice as Patti Beckert suggested, but can’t find it. Tsk! Will a bit of battered Cod fish and a few boiled potatoes be alright, without any tomatoes, beetroot or other embellishments?
Getting the potatoes in the saucepan on a low light, I came across this misshapen one. Put it in with the others.
Then went on Facebook.
Then started doing some Graphicalisationing. Starting with one of Herr Lynton Cox.
Using a Mad Professor picture from Pixabay.
This is the result.
Hope Lynton likes this.
No calls to the Porcelain Throne in over an hour now, nearly two actually.The rumbling is still there in the innards
The rumbling is still there in the innards mind you, but far less volatile.
Flipping Heck! I just sneezed and found myself in immediate need of visiting for a pebble-dashing session on the Porcelain Throne!
Ten-minute later, I returned to write this paragraph, with water in my eyes! Hehe!
Did another graphicalisation, this one of Martin Shuttlecock.
I made this one into Sepia mode to fit in with the time period that suited it. He’s delivering beetroots with a bottle of Guinness and his trusty dog.
Then I moved on to make a start on a TFZer attempt at humour… but had a diversion again to the Porcelain Throne!
Oh, dear…
So tired and weak feeling.
Sat down and tried to get some rest or even sleep.
Only a few more movements were needed to the Throne, no more than eight or so all night. But the bubbling brewing and rumbling from the innards did not stop at all.
Could not muster any enthusiasm for anything, even thinking went out the window. Hehe!
I could not face doing any ablutions.
Took the medications but didn’t have a meal of sorts, I did nibble all night though, biscuit, crisps, potatoes, iced lolly even a bar of chocolate? A good sign perhaps?
TV on, Dizzy Dennis paid a few visits, and there were many visitations for a wee-wee throughout the night. Hours of nodding off and waking.
Hey-ho!
Today, a day of discomfort, depression and angst popped along,
Devoid of fun, contentment, direction, hope or song,
Not much occurring so this diary cannot be very long,
Times like this, I must have confidence and be strong,
Not like a Hero, to win me a gong,
But accept Whoopsiedangleplops are due to my failings all lifelong,
Porcelain Throne visits are like pebble dashing, and boy does it pong!
It’s payback for the things I’ve failed at and done wrong,
The wind escaping and rumbling innards the whole nightlong,
All night I was worrying and fretting; Why am I not strong?
If I went to Australia, would I recognise a Currajong?
Will Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis be on-song?
Will I ever meet an alien, bigfoot, Elvis or King Kong?
Anyway, how does one sound an umlaut or diphthong?
