Wednesday 14th February 2018
Catalan: Dimecres 14 de Febrer de 2018
0155hrs: Woke in need of attention to the Porcelain Throne duties.
Noticed the sign I’d left to remind me about the blood test at 1020hrs.
The urgency of the need for evacuation grew more urgent, as I fumbled and struggled to get my short, plump wobbling body out of the £300 second-hand recliner.
But, I managed it with seconds to spare.
But things went from bad to worse. Blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and dried-blood Little Inchies Lesion between them ensured that after the Trotskies affected session, that I had a right mess to clean up! The floor, the cabinet, the bowl, the lid, the splashes and splatterings, and me! Not a good start to the day. I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. Not to mention that all the bending to wash and scrub things ended with my clouting my elbow against the sink, and starting Hippy Hilda off as well!
Not a very good start to the day. I was left feeling rebarbative, embarrassed and botherated!
While I thought of it, I put the anticoagulation card in the coat pocket for later and made up a nibble bag for the surgery folks.
Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Got the kettle on first and took this photograhicalisation out of the window. Good job I put the hold-strap on the wrist, cause I got the shakes and the camera parted company with the fingers and hand. Without using the strap, I’d have lost the camera and likely broken whatever it landed on twelve floors below. Tsk!
Nippy out there at the moment. A good covering of ice or frost was on the cars and the windscreens.
Got the sphygmomanometer and thermometer utilised.
The computer on and I set about updating and finalising the Tuesday diary. This took a while. After getting it done and posted off, the machine played up something awful! I had to try to make the comments on Chrome, which usually works but didn’t today. I could not access the WordPress Reader on either Firefox or Chrome, and I was getting agitated.
Turned everything off and restarted the programmes. Then as I started this post, it would not let me import any of my photos! Just came up with ‘HTTP Fault’ but didn’t give any numbers. Grr!
I rebooted from scratch with crossed fingers after several attempts on Chrome and Firefox had failed to work. Opened Firefox first, and it is now allowing me to work (But oh so slowly)? I fear that everything is going to be lost soon, and I’ll be off the internet.
Updated this diary to here. Then tried again to get to the WordPress reader. Nope! It won’t let me in again! So I closed down Firefox and tried on Chrome. This gave access to the reader, but would not let me save any work done on the blog.
Back to Firefox and carried on here. Desperately frustrated now!
Had a break from the hassle I was having and tried to watch YouTube for a while. At least it let me on there. I enjoyed them.
Made apathetic and somewhat limp and half-hearted attempt at dividing the paperwork that will need sorting out, eventually.
Ablutions tended to next and painful treating and medicating of the lower regions. Sorted the black bags and took them to the rubbish chute.
I took a last picture from the kitchen window.
Although obviously looking cold out there, the scene was beautiful. Just a shame the hands were a bit shaky.
I set off down into the lift lobby and had a peep at the display update thingamajig on the wall. Which informed me it was 0900hrs and -1°c outside.
I made my way out onto Chestnut Walk and nearly did a Whoopsie on the first puddle I came across. It was frozen solid.
Met Warden Deana on the way down the road. Exchanged greetings and off she flew.
Got to the Obrgruppenfureress Wardens Temporary Hut. Only Welsh Bill and one lady tenant in there. I expressed my cheeriest of good mornings to them both. Got a muttered unsmiling reply in return. Which was fair enough with me; as they were deep in conversation. They continued to natter. I got the crossword book out and sat at the far end. Warden Obergefrieteress Julie came and asked me how I was. I said; “Fine thanks!” I don’t think she believed me. Hehe!
One or two more arrived and the lady and Bill went out to the bus stop for a fag. It was icy out there, enough for them to return minutes later. We all left and joined the non-speaking much residents out there. This lack of chatter concerned me. Had I missed something? Haha!
On the bus, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester street. The Newcastle lady, sorry I’m so sad with names, got off at the same time and we chinwagged as we went up Mansfield Road until she went into a shop. Lovely lady.
A few ambulances came by with their blues and twos going.
Up the hill, over the crest and down into Carrington.
The Nottingham Pavement Cyclist gave me a rum look as I took his picture, it’s not as if the roads were busy at that time of day.
If the gentleman is too scared to use the roads, should he be on a bike at all, I thought to myself. But of course, being an inbred and fearful coward, I said nothing.
I plodded on down the slope and got to the surgery with plenty of time to spare.
Got in and a receptionist told me to take a seat. (As if I’d nick anything? Hahaha!).
Got the crossword book out and indulged myself for ten minutes or so, before the new nurse came out to fetch me in to have the blood taken.
No nurse Nichole again. My heart sank.
This nurse did me, and sank the needle in a bit too far, just like she did last week. Then again, seemed concerned when the bleeding took ten minutes to stop afterwards. Still, nothing antisocial or curt about the gal. I gave her some nibbles and dropped some off for the receptionist on my way through and out. There were no receptionists on the desk at that time, so I dropped the bag on the counter for them.
Hobbled back the way I arrived up Mansfield Road and down into Sherwood.
I called in the Continental Shop on the way and bought a large potato, three tins of the pork in bean stew. I liked the one I got last week so much. Two slices of the pork and herb cooked meat as well.
I called in a charity shop for a poke around. I can’t believe myself sometime. I bought another mug! Still, I can hand some of those I already have at home that I don’t need with the other stuff later. Humph! I just fell in love with this workshop made pottery.
I poddled slowly along up the Sherwood end on Mansfield Road and popped into the Co-op to get some cheesy curls. But they didn’t have any. But I met a tenant from the Winchester Flats in there, and we had a good laugh or two between us.
A right genuine character she is, too.
Now, the next part of this tale might be hard for you to believe (Which is understandable cause it is a complete lie an told only for a bit of fun, Hehe!) I came out of the Co-op without buying anything. (This bit is, right) And as I was passing the cream cake shop… well this lady ran out and begged me to buy some of her cakes. She feared there might be some left over and was worried in case her boss found out! Well, I felt so sorry for her, I bought two so she wouldn’t have to worry. Ahem!
Then a slow walk up the hill and called in the Nottingham Hospice shop for a look around. Nothing of interest found. Left and to the bus stop.
Where another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist annoying pedestrians was spotted and photographed.
The naughty uncaring boy!
Pete from the 15th floor joined me at the bus shelter. I fear he didn’t look very well. Not his usual witty self at all. I tried to get to know if he was in need of any help without asking directly, he’s a very decent chap.
We caught the bus up to the flats, and we walked to the court together.
I got in and put the purchases away. The cream cakes in the fridge, potato in the veg tray and the cans of stew in the cupboard.
I washed the mug out thoroughly and made a brew. Why it shud have tasted so much better than in a standard cup, I don’t know. But it did, and it seemed to keep warmer longer?
I got on with sorting the updating of this blog up to here. Got the curried baked beans with balsamic vinegar on a low light, and the chips in the preheated oven for half an hour.
Visited by Shaking Steven as I had a wee-wee. The resulting errant trickle meant more cleaning up again and adding items to the laundry bag. I wonder if I can get antiseptic disinfectant and wipes on the NHS? Hehe!
Nosh served up. Despite this looking and tasting rather good, I could not eat anywhere near all of it. That horrible not feeling poorly but not being in control of things came over me. I didn’t eat the fresh cream cakes, just had a bite of each one?
Did the Health Checks and tablets. Weariness as usual increased. Washed the pots and I got myself settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. I but on a DVD and promptly drifted off to sleep.
Woken again by the Strobe-Pillow Fire Alarm activation. This time I didn’t even bother with doing any checks, as I saw that the notification had not gone through to the alarm centre, cause they would have called if it had. (I think?)
Took a while to nod-off again, then any chance of rest was disturbed by the terrible omnium-gatherum filled dreams. No links to the different topics it took me, and every one frustrating and worrying. I sort of dreamed of dreaming and wanted to investigate why. That doesn’t make any sense, does it? Ah-well.