Tuesday 3rd October 2017
A terrible night of repeatedly waking, passing wind and nodding off again! 0255hrs, I surrender trying to rest, rose-up out of the £300 second-hand recliner, stubbed my toe and off to the Porcelain Throne. Where the resulting efforts produced only more wind and rumbling, gurgling sounds from within.
Caught a reflection of myself in the kitchen window when I went to do the Health Checks and take the medications. Gawd-blimey, I looked pale! Sys 156, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 33.8, Weight 14.9.
Made a mug of tea, and added the milk… it had gone off! Cleaned the cup and made a fresh brew and opened the last tub of the long-life semi-skimmed milk to use – then I had to abandon these plans for a drink, and hasten back to the Porcelain Throne. A messy, needing cleaning up afterwards session! By the time I’d cleaned up the WC and medicated myself, the second mug of tea had gone cold. I think that perhaps the baked beans eating for two nights may have affected things in the now very sore Haemorrhoid Harold’s department. Serves me right I suppose. Hehe!
Computer turned on, and I had another search for the new reading glasses, they must be somewhere, but where? I gave up and used the old ones again. That’s two pairs of goggles I can’t find now, the new reading spectacles, and the latest bifocals?
Made a start on this diary up to here, and then finished yesterday’s off.
Back to updating this journal.
Doing this, I discovered this what can only be called a mystery photographicalisation on the Sim Card. It seems I took this one at 0114hrs this morning according to the camera?
Note the conservative-style nightwear I’m wearing? I’m not sure where my other leg had got to? Hehehe!
Started the Email and WordPressing.
Got the nibbles and appointment card in the bag, then got on with the ablutions.
Set off down to the lobby and was greeted by three tenants waiting to be lifted by taxi.
Meandered out and started the hobble into Sherwood and the surgery for the INR blood test.
Not too much traffic about when I made my way through Sherwood and up the incline.
The knee was a little bothersome, but I was doing very well.Doug cats
A little further on, the traffic got thicker, and a Sherwood Pavement Cyclist belted by me and swerved around a bloke and his two kids. The man shouted something at the ignorant cyclist but was ignored totally.
Over and down the hill into Carrington, now the traffic had started flowing even more as I neared the doctor’s surgery.
Got in and logged on with the receptionist, sat down and started the crosswords as I waited.
Bit of back luck, it was Obergruppenfurheress Nurse Anne who did me today, not Nurse Nichole.
Bitterly disappointed! Sometimes life can seem so unfair, can’t it?
This was the reason the vehicles were held up earlier, and it seemed so quiet in Sherwood traffic-wise.
Getting a bit windier now, too.
I poddled down and over the road to the Lidl store to have a decker.
I spotted my mate BJ in the launderette and popped in to have a chinwag with him. He seemed a little down today. I gave him my money for the Papplewick Pumping Station Membership, he said he would pay it in for me on Saturday at the Steaming Session. I’m afraid I could not attend, as the hearing aids and GUM clinic visits on Friday might mean my having to have anaesthetics. Is that the right word? Going brain dead here!
Into the Lidl store then. Where I spent a bit of money on, Lemon Fools, fresh milk, Bread Thins and three cans of Nixe Kippers in tomato sauce and vegetables.
They were £2 each, but so lovely and flavoursome.
And I have not seen any about for ages.
Tried the Self-Pay tills again. And again I had to seek assistance to get the thing to work properly.
The assistant in the blue coat here had to attend to me twice – during which time I got no communication from him at all. Well, bar the odd grunt!
No advice was given!
When I had sorted it and left the till area, I made a point of taking his photograph. Caught him smiling for the first time? I soon realised why. He was giving assistance and talking to a rather illecebrous woman! Tsk!
Out and to the bus stop nearby. A 58 arrived in minutes. The five stops to Sherwood travelled. Hobbled over the road and joined some other tenants at the bus stop there, had a chinwagging session for a few minutes and the L9 arrived and lifted us all up the hill to the flats.
Annie and Welsh Bill went up with me in the lift, managed a few laughs on the way.
I got in and felt a lit
tle guilty at buying stuff I really did not need again! Then realised it was only the lemon fool and Kippers that represented any blame. But still. Hehe!
Into the Porcelain Throne, this time nothing but wind, a lot of wind.
But I could feel the rumbling, churning and gurgling inside and was aware that a splattering session 
was brewing-up ready to attack!
Took a Relief capsule with the Medications when I made a cuppa.
I spotted a caretaker from the kitchen window in his red Nottingham City Homes jumper. Such a rare sight I took his photograph. It was not our blocks usual caretaker, though.
Not that many of us can recall what he actually looks like. Hehehe!
I wondered if he was going to tackle the Alien Blob in lift number one?
I got on updating this post.
I made myself another mug of tea when Mary from the 6th floor called at the flat to see me. She had returned a DVD I’d loaned her. We had a nattering session and chose some more DVDs. She took the Chicken Risotto from me, hope she likes it. I was daft in buying it, the rice would have no doubt have caused me toothache problems if I’d tried to eat it.
After an hour or so she departed.
IÂ did the log up to here, then caught up with Facebooking and WordPressing.
Got the meal cooking, fish and rostis in the oven, peas in the saucepan.
Fingers crossed it all come out right.
Not bad at all.
The Basi smoked catfish was pleasantly tasting.
B the time I got the washing up done, I was well overtired.
Foolishly tried to watch some TV. Nodded off early, and woke at 0045hrs.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had a short Dizzy Dennis moment, into the kitchen, HC’s, brewed a mug of tea and took a photograph of the moon on the skyline.
0300hrs: The by now gone cold, the mug of tea, was replaced with a fresh one, and I went on Excel and finalised last weeks Health Check for the nurse, tomorrow.
Sister Jane supplied me with a photograph of her toe before her operation, that is due shortly.
Got the things ready and took the waste bags to the chute on the way out. Both lifts were working this morning, and I got the Number One, the Alien Blob host from a fortnight ago.
Down and along to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A queue waiting for the bus, and much nattering and moaning took place.
Down and through the Slab Square, and I caught a tram to the Asda (Walmart) store in Radford Road.
I dropped off of the tram behind the Asda (Walmart) store.
Out onto Radford Road and awaited the arrival of the tram.
This gal sat eating was a change to look at, for many reasons.
I caught the bus back to the apartments. Had a go at the crosswords en route.
I felt totally drained suddenly.
kitchen.
To the kitchen again to make another mug of tea.
I’d left the window ajar and could hear a dog barking, and opened the window to see if it was the white dog that takes its owneress for a walk every Sunday morning, and it was.
Did some graphics.
Nosh sorted out, and a mess made doing it, that you would not believe it possible to make just doing seasoned baked beans, potatoes and bacon bits cut up into tiny pieces!
beautiful as I went out onto the balcony.
windows to see if I might get away without cleaning them on the outside. The mess inside was more noticeable with the lights on inside and dark out! What an idiot I am! They were in a terrible state, and it was evident that they needed doing urgently.
Then onto the DVD shelves and the fire surrounds. This took me three hours to get done, and other Porcelain Throne visits in between.
Tackled the bookshelves and moved the hearing aids and accoutrements into their own tray. Then started on the 1963 second-hand G-Plan that holds the landline and computer and printer stuff on top and all sorts of rubbish inside. A Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop here! I’m afraid. The wooden door runners spilt open when I tried to close them after polishing them. The right-hand ones do not open anymore, Sob! I’ve left the left ones ajar so you can see how they should open. I had to use WD40, brute force and a prayer to get the broken door to close. My heart in the cleaning up task faded at this point!
The feet were not too bad, but Anne Gyna was giving me bother.
e retailers.
I walked down to the Co-op and got some soft bread and bananas.
to be trying to drink water in a little crevice on the cracked pavement. Or not?
Did the checks and medications and took an anti-diarrhoea capsule. Then spotted the morning drugs that I was about to take much earlier when I got the Trots… still in their pot untaken! Tsk!
Then got the nosh cooking, well, no cooking at all really. I had instant mash with the last of the cheese mixed in, BBQ mackerel and baked beans with balsamic vinegar.
I think I was too tired to get to sleep tonight. The nodding offs did not start until very late on. And, one dream, well, bits of one of them I could recall and made this graphic in the morning to show what it was about. I was at the British Railways house in Brookfield Place, as I was living there in my early years. I was on my own and searching for a ten-bob note in the outside loo, and the pigeons would not let me get out again? That’s all I recall.