Friday 23rd June 2017
Portuguese: Sexta-Feira, 23 de Junho de 2017
0400hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and did the Health Checks: Sys 48, Dia 76, Pulse 88, Temp 35.9 and weight 14st 8lb.
Got the laundry sorted and down to the machine.
Back to the flat and got the Thursday post finished off and posted.
Down to the laundry room and moved the things into the dryer.
Back in the apartment, got the nibbles into the bag for the nurses. Had a wee-wee.
Took a photograph from the kitchen window.
Down again and got the second load of washing out and into the dryer with the first load.
Up once more, and started this diary off. A trouble-free Porcelain Throne session.
Down to collect the things and cleaned filter, machines and counters.
Getting lighter now, took a shot of outside the foyer doors.
Put the clean stuff away, had a wee-wee and updated this diary.
Computer turned on. Looks like a bit of wet weather is due for Nottingham:
Did some WordPressing, then checked Emails.
Ablutions are done and set off to walk to Carrington and the surgery for the INR blood test.
Called in to see any both or either of the Obergruppenfureresses at the hut, but none in, so I carried on my hobble. Down Winchester Street hill and left onto Mansfield Road.
The row of shops shown here had one of the seven businesses open and trading… very sad!
Sister Jane rang me, saying that she’d Emailed me a photo she’d taken from page 16 of the Nottingham Post last night.
With a photographicalisation of Jenny, our ex-warden, now Tenants Representative for both of the blocks. In praise of the Nottingham City Homes response to concerns about fire safety after the horrible disaster at the Grenfell flats.
Up and over the hill and down towards Carrington.
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist passed by me. I wish they were all as considerate as this one. Slowed down and gave me plenty of room so as not to make me jump. Gold Award was presented, in my mind!
Further down and saw these flowers, Hydrangeas, I think, in a garden close to the surgery.
Bootiful!
Got into the surgery and reported to the receptionist, who said she could not find my appointment. Oh dearie me! After a while, she informed me that the designation was for yesterday! She consulted someone on the phone then said for me to sit and wait and she will squeeze me in later. I thanked her and sat dow, got the crossword book out and the Appointment card from the DVT Anticoagulation Unit at the hospital from last Tuesday. There it was clearly printed: “Next Appointment 23 June 2017” Today!
It was the Reichsarbeitsführeress nurse on duty today, not Nichol, and she came to me in less than a minute after I’d got the crossword book out. Demanded, politely mind, to see the ‘Stop Enoxaparin’ therapy record from the hospital (With the correct date on it). I gave it to her.
She kept on to it, which was a little bit naughty, I thought, because printed on all of them is:
So this cannot be done now.
She explained that they normally do not do INR injections on a Friday, this is why they made the appointment for Thursday… three times she said this during the process, rather defensively than her usually barked out commands when I visit, like “Sit!” Not a mention of ‘Sit’, ‘Don’t move’ or ‘Press that hard until I tell you to stop’ came from her lips? Haha!
I find her likeable actually. I say this, in case she sees it on the web, and because I am a coward and scared stiff of her, I suppose! Tsk!
Gave her a box of chocolates and the receptionist their bag of nibble as I departed.
Limped down into Carrington proper and called in the Lidl store. (When will I ever learn, Tsk!)
Just avoiding being hit by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, who does not get a Gold Medal from me, cause he was totally out of it with the headphones in and doing a fair imitation of drunken Barry Sheen without an engine! Hehe!
Into the Lidl shop and got Lemon Fools, lemon yoghourts, mini-chicken weiners, apples, cheese cobs and nibbles for the staff and tenants social hour.
Caught the bus back into Sherwood. Then the L9 bus up to the flats.
Checked the times at the stop for the bus tomorrow to get to the hearing audio place in time for my 1330hrs appointment. 1032hrs and 1232hrs it is due. If the second one is on time, I should make it easy enough. Fingers crossed.
Chinwag at the bus stop with some other tenants.
In the apartment, a wee-wee first, then got the purchases stored away. Planned on having the cheesy rolls with bacon and the last of the Frikadellens for the meal, with some tomatoes, if they are still edible, had them in a while.
Computer back on and updated this diary.
Took a shot from the window of down below. Not a lot of activity from the workmen yet. Wait until they start properly. Mainly painters and plasterers on the job at the moment.
Did some Facebooking to catch up.
Took me hours. Tsk!
Did a graphicalisation for Rita Cobb, for her birthday.
Tried to get some more TFZ graphic work done then. It isn’t coming on how I expected or wanted it to, so I deleted everything and will try again later in the week. Frustrating.
Had a wee-wee.
Got the fodder sorted.
I have to say that this is the worst effort in years. A terrible mistake made in thinking these cheese rolls from Lidl looked or might even possibly be tasty!
Eurgh! Never again!
Most of this ended up where it should have gone in the first place, in the bin.
Fell asleep, found some scribbled notes when I woke an hour or so later, totally unreadable I’m afraid, and the memory couldn’t recall anything about writing the words or the dream. Shame that.
Had a wee-wee.
DVD put on, but back to normal tonight, five minutes or so and off to nod I went… but not or long. I shot awake feeling confident, that it was morning… Ah, the hearing aid test today I thought, must check the time of the bus.
Got up had a wee-wee and was about to take the morning medications, realised I’d missed last nights medications, and it dawned on me it was still night time when I looked out of the window.
Felt a bit of a fool, swore at me. Then got my head back down. Tsk!
Shame the cheese rolls were bad :/ Thought that was a nice article about the improvements to the fire system & previous successes of the old one for you flats <3
I’m not going to try any of them anymore Corin, I can’t remember where I bought the ones that were good from? Hehe! No not risking getting any.
Going off for my hearing test in a bit, going to order some new types if they are more comfortable than the ones I have – the bank manager won’t like it one bit!
Flat meeting about the fire procedures next week I think, probably fall on my clinic visit, INR test or the GUM operation day. Hey-ho, as if I didn’t know, they always do! Haha!
Cheers flower. TTFN XXX
you’ve got a busy schedule ahead of you 🙂
Corin my Petal, the flipping test could not be done cause of too much wax in the ear holes. Tsk!
Good job I’m used to Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas innit… Haha!
Hope all well your end gal. XXX
All those fires doors should make you feel secure. I think I miss Nichole, but probably not as much as you. Rita? Is she like “lovely Rita meter maid”? (Beatles again). Great graphic! That’s mighty nice of the cyclist to be courteous. When I rode bikes, I rode in traffic. I found drivers were much more predictable than pedestrians. Walking along Carrington way — Isn’t there a song that goes something like
“Over hill on pavement trail
Down to Carringtion because there’s no rail
Inchy goes limping along”
It might have different words about caissons rolling along or something like that, don’t remember exactly, but my version still works because you pack about as much ammo into each blog as a caisson might carry. Too bad the cheese rolls were not good. Honestly, they don’t look very appetizing in the photo.
Maybe they could call me Limpalong Cassidy, Tim? Maybe not, though. But the song would go with that.
I had to look-up caission mate. 1. engineering An enclosure, from which water can be expelled, in order to give access to underwater areas for engineering works etc.
2. The gate across the entrance to a dry dock.
3. nautical A floating tank that can be submerged, attached to an underwater object and then pumped out to lift the object by buoyancy; a camel.
Not going to try them rolls again, Tim. Eurgh!
Tonight (Sunday) tinned tomatoes and bacon with sourdough bread methinks.
Hope you’re not going up on the roof again. Have all your scars gone down yet from last time?
I felt the experience for you when you told me about it.
TTFN have a good un.
I forgot about the fire doors, Tim. Sorry.
Last night I noticed when I turned off the in the mini-hallway (Four normal steps and one has covered the full length – ten paces in my case, Hehe!) that there is a gap between the door and the surrounding bit where the light from outside comes through? Think I ought to mention it to someone? Only a very small area, perhaps about half-inch by a quarter inch.
Somewhere that someone had hit with taking on or out furniture? But it has been painted over since.
Rita is a right characterful, young acting woman, who is always nice to listen to, witty and droll she is.
The is a 5th definition in my dictionary that goes with the song I was referring to:
5.
a. A horse-drawn vehicle, usually two-wheeled, used to carry artillery ammunition and coffins at military funerals.
b. A large box used to hold ammunition.
Thanks for that, Tim.
Now it all becomes clear to me. Hehe!
Reading your ‘A horse-drawn vehicle, usually two-wheeled, used to carry artillery ammunition and coffins at military funerals’ brought memories back to me about a Western film, the memory was in black and white, so I assume the film was. In a prairie background, rocky hills, bushwood (Hope that’s the word) a broken caisson with Indian arrows sticking in the sides, a body of an older man hanging over the siding wood, two or three cowboy riders approach, a woman involved somewhere… Oh, I wish I could remember more. What came to mind seemed really vivid, but only this scene. Wonder which film it was?
Take care, and cheers again. TTFN.