Thursday 27th July 2017
Catalan: Dijous 27 de Juliol de 2017
0400hrs: Woke in need of the Porcelain Throne. Scribbled down notes of some dreams that I could remember, and shot off to the Throne in time, just. A messy session with Little Inchy in a state that needed sorting. Haemorrhoid Harold stinging, but no bleeding from that area.
Washed up and back to the £300 second-hand recliner. By then I’d forgotten all about any dreams until I saw the scribbled note on the pad.But, they meant little to me
But, they were so poorly written, that they meant little to me. Just odd words with no mental connection.
Back to the wet room for a wee-wee.
Kettle on and did the Health Checks: S159 – D78 – P90 – T33.8f – W14.81. The temperature in the kitchen was only 61f?
A colourful burst of reds seemed to glow from the sky and down onto the scene below.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as I was taking the medications.
Onto WordPress and started this page going, then finished off yesterday’s diary.
Checked the Emails.
Amongst them this one from the Surgery about the INR blood level results.
Shot up to 5.8, well too high, with the new dosages for the week, and I sent off a request for a test on the day they said, the 2nd August.
Onto Facebook to catch-up again. Did some WordPress reading.
Got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour.
To the wet room for medicationalisationing, antisepticalisationing, shaving, teeth cleaning and a safe showering.
All medicated and cleaned up, I set off to the new Community Shed.
Much activities from the workmen, and moans from some tenants on the way there, of their parking difficulties and altercations.
I walked over the road and on the verge to avoid the traffic. But it was not easy, with all the parked cars on the grass-verge.
Looking down the hill through the trees and bushes I spotted a squirrel.
But, by the time I’d got the camera out it was long gone.
Further along the road, more parked cars made progress more difficult to manoeuvre along my chosen route.
Yikes, I nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa as I saw a beautiful wood pigeon down the hill near the pathway that had been developed for use by the local ankle-snappers and trainee vandals.
I tried to get a picture of it, but off it flew at just the wrong moment. Tsk!
I seem to be failing in my photographicalistic attempts this morning.
As I went into the New Temporary Winwood Social Hut, I was hit by the silence. The “I’m too upset to even talk. I need some time to cool down and gather myself” – silence! together. Many faces had that look that said; “Well I was right” or ” So what!” showing. I wish I knew what I’d just missed. Hehe! By the time I’d put the raffle prizes on the trolley and got some raffle tickets to hand out, the murmurings between the residents had started again, so I gave the nibbles and raffle tickets out.
BJ was very late arriving but got a round of applause when he did get here.
Generally a muted session I’d say.
They had put an artists impression of what the flats will look like when they are finished. Great-idea I thought, cause with it taking up to 36 months to complete, many of us ‘Oldies’ will not see the end result. Haha!
Said the farewells and out onto Chestnut Walk. In need of checking out the lower regions, as a warm wet feeling was growing. Tsk!
Took these photographs of some of the works on the Walk.
A new poster was on the board near the elevators this morning. Seems that many others were not enamoured to the way the letter about moving the door-mats was written. Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenfurheress Angela Gould signed the original demand and threateningly worded letter, too!
No mention of her name on the apology? And those items of personal property outside the doors in the communal areas have been there since the flats were built in 1964, at every door!
I wonder how much the pretentious snot-bag gets paid? Phwert!
Yes, she made a few enemies with that superior sounding letter!
Chinwag in the lift on the way up with some tenants.
As the other residents dropped off on their floor, I thought how dark it looked.
The same on the twelfth one too. Also in the communal area where we used to have door mats before being threatened to move them. This seemed to be in half power lighting too.
Someone might like to mention this to Furheress Gould… but not me, I don’t want to lose my Good Tenant status or be thrown out of the flat… and I’m a coward as well. Hahaha!
Into the wet room and sorted out the bleeding and re-medicated things.
Got the tinned tomatoes seasoned and marinating for later. Made a brew and started to update this diary.
Went onto CorelDraw 2017 to created the graphic below, to show how the flats looked before the work started and how they think it will appear after the upgrading work is all done and finished.
Stopped, to take the midday medications and do the Health Checks, between wee-wees. Sys 159 – Dia 72, Pulse 91, Temp’ 35.8 looks fair to me.
Email from the surgery arrived.
Your next INR appointment will be 2.8.2017 at 10.30. Kind Regards
Emailed them back thanking them.
Another one from the Clinic, booking me in for an appointment 2.8.2017 at 10.30!!! What a pickle! Sent Email back explaining about the INR appointment, asking for an earlier one if possible please, or an earlier on a different day. Awaiting reply, and feeling disappointed with my rotten luck again.
Checked the Email in case the Clinic had contacted me. Nope, not yet.
Got the bacon bits in the oven.
Finished the TFZer graphic I started yesterday.
Hopefully, it will get some funny, witty comments.
Had a look at the bacon, not ready yet.
Ah, it is now!
Got it served up, and guiltily enjoyed.
Did the Health Checks afterwards.
D. 164 – S. 78 – P 94 – Temp 35.9 W- 14.8 Worried about the weight increases so much, mind. Took the evening medications and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some of the Boon episodes on the DVD. Got through these without any nodding off! Changed to the TV and that was the trigger – the advertisements! In and out of kip for ages.
Had to get up to sort out the Little Inchy leakage, out on some protection pants (How I hate wearing these nappies for adults!) to be on the safe side
Sleep did not come again at all.
I was up around 0100hrs and decided to get the laundry room duties tended to.