Friday 9th March 2018
Italian: Venerdì 9 Marzo 2018
0230hrs: Stirred into life, mind and body seemed to be in some sort of cohesion for a change. I reckon I managed five-hours sleep; although dream-filled. Not that I can recall anything about them, but I know they made me wake-up feeling nervous about something or other. Tsk! The laundry room duties came to mind, and I decided to get this done first thing.
0240hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, almost with ease. ( Okay, I thought, what’s going on with all the ailments? Reflux Roger, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Harry Hernia, Shaking Shaun, even Dizzy Dennis were notable for their absence?) Only Inchies Fungal Lesion, Trotsky Terence and Haemorrhoid Harold were giving any bother. Very rare and worrying! Hehe! Had a wee-wee.
Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.
Into the kitchen with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.
Time to go down to move the laundry to the drier. I noticed the poster still in the lift, and reminded myself that I was going to look up the word (On the blue logo) Secondelement the other day and forgot to. What odds of me remembering later.
Back up to the apartment. Took a selfie, (Not a pretty sight, I know) Took a photo of the poster in this lift. More to get confused over?
To the Porcelain Throne. The oddest session indeed. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding drying and bleeding again. But this seems to be the pattern recently. I hope the appointment with the chap at the GUM clinic arrives soon. The evacuation was worrying, Trotsky Terence was still in attendance, and Harolds Haemorrhoids were very tender, bleeding and messy.
Then got the computer on to start this diary off. Ten minutes later, I was back on the Throne! Repeat performance, but it took me a long while to stop the lesion bleeding. So long that by the time I’d finished and cleaned up again, it was collection time for the laundry. Down once again.
Clothes out and folded, filter, drum and casing cleaned.
Got the togs stored away and refilled the washing pots ready for the next laundry room visit.
Then, I took a photograph from the kitchen window to the left, just because I liked the
As I was taking it, I spotted the lights of a plane passing on its way presumably to the East Midlands Airport.
I zoomed in to take it.
Being the amateur artigrapher that I am, I got back to updating this diary and got a far as here, by 0635hrs. Long job! Then went to finalise the Thursday post.
0740hrs: Got the Thursday Diary finished and posted off.
Looked at the Emails to see if I’d had anything about the blood test or next appointment from the Doctors surgery yet. Nothing!
Checked and replied to comments on WordPress. It didn’t take long.
On to the WordPress Reader page, next.
Herbert above is very continuously noisy this morning. The first time I’ve let it bother me. Then again, maybe he has the workers in doing something?
All the heaters bar the one in the kitchen stopped working, and it got a bit colder in the flat. An hour or so later, they came back on. Very puzzling?
The door chimes rang out, and two ambulance ladies let themselves in. Looking for a tenant ladies whose name I didn’t know. We had a little chinwag, and I sent them to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut to ask there.
They had moved me to a Wednesday, which was much appreciated.
Found the DVT results had been delivered. The reading very high at 4.9 now.
Less possibility of a heart Attack or Blood Clot, but I have to take care, cause any bleeding might be excessive. Fantastic news that, what with the Haemorrhoids and Inchies Fungal Lesion both bleeding all the time. Hey-ho! More protection pants needed! Tsk!
I got the ablutions done, Health Checks and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, to see if either of them was in, and to ask them if they could call the Dentist for me to move my appointment for me.
I could hear the workers drilling and knocking-away high above.
The sky looked beautiful, and it was not too cold either.
I arrived at the shed and entered. Kath was busy at a table on her computer. Three tenants were sat around. I offered them all a cheery ‘Good Morning’. Asking Kath, if any of the Wardens were about. She said no, they had just gone out on their morning visiting rounds.
I explained about the clash with the dentist and the INR blood test. She kindly offered to ring them for me, to change the appointment. Bless her cotton-socks! She’d soon got it arranged for me, and wrote it in my paper diary for me. We had a chinwag, and as other residents arrived, the gossiping-circle was widened and enjoyed by me.
Approached the foyer of Woodthorpe Court, I snapped this builders machine as it backed out of the end compound.
I got a right-rum look from the driver.
Up and to the apartment, and took a wee-wee.
I updated the Google calendar with the written diaries new info.
Made a good mug of Assam tea, Put the comestibles in the oven and set about updating this post.
Crampy Craig kicked-off, and I stopped, turned off the computer and went for a wee-wee.
At last, a tasty meal I ate all of and really did enjoy! These Morrisons Cumberland Pies, I can recommend to anyone who likes lamb. I’dd added extra cheese on top, mind.
Gobbled it all up slowly, savouring each forkful. The feeling was slightly spoilt by the noises from the flat above. The drilling and banging from outside had stopped, as the workmen and ladies had packed up for the week now.
Once again, the TV programmes on offer had plenty that I would have liked to watch. Of course, I kept nodding off. The Hustle episodes were on too late for me to stand the slightest chance of my staying awake. Tsk, always moaning me! Hehe!
Great selfie in the lift. The “Three Ts” are not your “Three Amigos” that’s for sure. Man you are on a roll, besides toilet paper, and even got a photo of a UFO — super cool! Lots of good photos today. Be careful with sharp objects now. Happy to read your meal was as good as it looks.
Cheers, Tim.
You reminded me of a film, I think it was called ‘The Three Amigos’. Chevy someone, very dry humour as I recall. Not as good as ‘Support your local Sheriff’, or ‘Blazing Saddles’, but a good one.
If ever you get the time and chance to watch ‘Carry on Cowboy’ I think you’ll get extra amusement out of it. It was made in Wales, the acting was terrible, as was the American accents I assume. But it was a laugh a minute for me. Put watching it on your Bucket list. Hehehe! You’ll see so many things that you will know are wrong. Haha!
So glad you like the piccies Sir.
I must as you say, be careful, cheers.
Bestest tasting nosh for yonks. Having another one like that tonight… well, that’s the plan.
TTFN
I wondered if your INR was up, you were having a such a time having some am bleeding. Hope this improves very soon <3
Merci Corin.
Not good when its like this, cause things tend to dry and flows again leaving the… well, never mind. Hehe!
Hope things are not to hectic at your end gal.
Going to try and get out today for a walk through the copse and or park. I’ll try to get some photos taken. That’s the plan anyway. TTFNski and taketh care. ♥