Sunday 29th April 2018
Maynar (Burmese) တနင်္ဂနွေ 29 ဧပြီ 2018
0325hrs: Stirred in a confused over the dreams I’d been having. Not the faintest idea what they were about, and no sense of if they were good, sad, scary, worrying or whatever. No scribble on the pad – the nocturnal nibbling crumb-covered pad!
The dirty plate and cutlery lay on the side chair, amidst further indications of nocturnal nibbling! I had no recollections of eating anything? But, the cheese curl crumbs told me I must have. Tsk!
Dismounting the £300 second-hand recliner, Harry Hernia reminded me of his presence. The spectacles lay on the carpet near the Ottoman, and Dizzy Dennis visited as I rose up and hobbled to the kitchen.
Dangnations and Botherations! I’d left the flaming hot water tap running again! I was so lucky that I had not left the plug in the sink.
No hot water, of course.
I got the best camera and took several pictures of the moon, as it kept disappearing and reappearing so quickly. This shot is the one that came out best; the other four, Shaking Shaun had ruined.
Although the brain was not running off of its own accord this morning, many blanks remained. The most puzzling was I could not recall what I had for nosh last night. I’d used the bowl/dish, but everything had been eaten. I looked at the camera, I was confident that as usual, I’d taken a photo of the meal, but it was not to be found anywhere?
I questioned my logicality and sanity, I seem to be turning into an enigmatographist?
Got the Health Check equipment ready, made a small mug of tea and the sphygmomanometer operated first-time.
The Sys, Dia and pulse were all up a bit at last. Maybe this is due to my getting into a lather about the tap farce and the disappearing into the ether photo of the nosh, before doing these checks?
I had to nip off for a wee-wee, and what a time this took! Like I’d fully turning on a hosepipe, seconds later, it was a painful dribble, that went on for an aeon. The flow, well, trickle stopped as suddenly as it arrived, a long time later? And, the fungal lesion had been bleeding again. Humph!
Cleaned things up and back to collect the small mug of tea, but it had gone well-cold by then. I decided it might be an idea not to have a drink after all.
Back to the computer and had a search around on all the SD cards for the food photo from yesterday. I couldn’t find it but did discover this photo of when I used the lid-opener successfully last night to open the gherkin jar. Then I recalled what I had for the nosh. The label said it was Krakus Pickled Dill Cucumber, but to me they were gherkins. I’d made two sourdough bread sandwiches of Pork Knuckle, and had tomatoes, the gherkin, and seasoned sliced potatoes as well. Memory man, I’m not!
Off for another trickle-with-pain wee-wee. Tsk!
Washed-up, wiped the surfaces and door handles with the antiseptic spray, and then I decided to risk a small mug of Breakfast tea.
The was a lovely 0530hr blue-hue outside. I got the big camera and took a shot of it, upwards to my left, trying to show the old balcony supports.
I’d left the SD card in the computer! So I retrieved it and tried again. I got a vision of Norway when I first viewed the picture on the camera screen. Why? No idea, I’ve never been very far in my life, and never to Norway?
0600hrs: I’d got this diary started as far as here, then realised I had not finished yesterdays yet. So I got on with doing that. It took me a long time, with many uncomfortable trickling wee-wees in between. I’m running out of antiseptic disinfectant now. Hehe!
Pottered about getting the Woodthorpe photographs off of the computer files and SD cards. Took me ages to get it done, until 0800hrs. But, Cathy wanted have some to use. They are all now on the 16mb SD, on a folder I’ve named Woodthorpe. 280 photos. I must remember to tell her. I could let her have the disc-card so she can choose what she wants to utilise. If you read this Cathy, remind me when you see me next please, petal.
Started to update yesterdays post. Didn’t get this done until 1000hrs. Many wee-wees, short and painful ones in between. Tsk!
Then made a small mug of tea and did the midday medications and Health Checks.
Struggleblunderthunder!
I’ve never had the Sys so low, or the Dia so high! And the pulse has gone down a fair bit too?
I meant to ask the nurse Last Wednesday what the optimum readings would be for me, but I forgot all about doing it. What a Schlemiel!
Around 1030hrs, I got up to here on this dairy.
The shakes returned, so I was not going to medicate the lower regions yet, too risky!
Back to the other room, and took this picture through the balcony window and bird crap. Which reminded me, Cath said they were going to try and get it cleaned off for me. Nowt happened yet.
Sounds like Herbert is bashing away at his steam modelling. But there is nothing more I can about it, other than move. I don’t want to go through all that hassle again. Made myself poorly last time. And it wasn’t too bad, didn’t last long. No complaints from me about this.
I know my place and sway with the management – nilch, zero, none! Bit of a nuisance. So. I’ll say nowt, or they might throw me out. Hehe!
Around 1100hrs, I managed to get on the WordPress Reader for a perusal. Then did the comments.
1210hrs: Got the oven warming up for the shepherd’s pie later.
Had a go on Facebooking. But could not stick at it too long, it was holding and freezing a bit. Drove me mad.
Did the last Health Checks early, to see what the reading was. Sys down, Dia up, pulse still low on 75. It’s just one of those days. I’ve had them before with the readings up and down. I bt tomorrow things will settle back again.
I went onto CorelDraw, to get some TFZer fun graphics done, next. Got some ideas together, and realised I had had a wee-wee call for a while.
So I risked making another small mug of tea.
Waiting for the kettle to boil, I had a look out of the window and saw that someone else was interested in the Nottingham Street Art that was still there down in the car park. I grabbed the new camera and threaded it out of the window, and took this somewhat decent, although I say it myself, photographicalisation.
Made the brew and added the picture to this blog.
Back to CorelDrawing. I managed to get two done and posted on Facebook.
Then I added these to the Facebook albums for each TFZer.
Got the fodder on the cook in the oven.
Made on starting the next TFZer graphics while I waited for the Shepherds pie to cook.
I took a photo out and upwards through the kitchen window, took it blind, and it wasn’t too bad. I caught the reflection of the clouds in the glass and the actual nebulousness in the background. Good job I do not have Illyngophobia!
Apart from just knowing I was going to have trouble sleeping, I felt so tired.
Nosh ready, got it laid out on the metal blue tin plate. The chips were terrible, good colour but savourless. The Shepherds pie even blander. Tomatoes were okay. Sliced apple okay. As for the lemon mousse, I woke up later with it in my dressing gown pocket unopened?
Ate the meal and began the routine of dozing off for a few minutes and waking for ten minutes repeatedly.
On one awakening, I had to detach myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and go for a wee-wee. This evacuation turned out to be a most interesting little event! The fungal lesion had been bleeding a bit. Lasted a few seconds and tingled somewhat. I got there and back without stubbing any toes. Here’s a thought. How come, it’s only when I have no shoes on that these stubbings take place? Hehe!
And then, I found the sealed pot of lemon meringue and the spoon in my dressing gown pocket! I removed them to throw away, and the container burst open. Took me a while to find all of the scattered splashes, they were in the bowl, in the WC, on my legs, on the floor and some had even managed to get onto the heater on the wall? Hehe!
Back to the recliner and the same pattern of dropping-off and waking started again.
I then found some of the lemon desserts on my bald head. I thought at first when I felt it, that I was bleeding. So, I had to get up again and check things out once more. Hehe!
Humph!
I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink when I put the pots in to soak! What a Shlemiel!
I then tried for the first time, to get the big camera out through the limited space in the window opening, to get a view towards the City Centre and include the flats and car park.
I noticed when I opened the curtains, that the base of the balcony bottom had many lumps missing from it.
Which reminded me of the letter received with the DVT result and monitoring record. It explained how they are starting to install the render to my beloved Woodthorpe Court block. The process involves fixing the insulation to the walls. (Whatever that means) The duration of the work will be short, but they are aware of the drilling noises will sound be ‘quite loud’. I wonder what quite loud will be? And how long is the ‘short period’ going to last? Humph! But, the Community Centre (Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ) will be open during working on this task. This can’t be helped, but I bet the poor sods get some moans thrown in their direction. Haha!
Off for another (but shorter this time) wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off.
As I poddled limpingly (Hernia Harry was giving me some hassle at this stage) along the road, I espied the odd-looking item near the car in that I spotted earlier and photographed from the kitchen window. It was clingfilm, from the industrial rolls. I used this when I worked at Carters in Kegworth, many years ago.
Up along Chestnut Walk to the end.
I pressed on down the Winchester hill, as the rain, well, showering started again.
I limped down onto Mansfield Road. Looked in the fruit shop, but everything looked tired, and withern (A bit like me? Hehe!), so I did not bother going inside.
the bottom of the receipt barred the following from this Voucher Offer: Fuel, postage stamps, baby milk, lottery purchases, gift cards, vouchers, first-stage baby milk, phone cards, in-store concessions, cigarettes, tobacco, PayPoint, mobile phone top-ups, saving stamps, medicines, prescriptions, and carrier bags. No change given!
Up over the hill and down to park entrance.
Pressed on up to the footpath on the right that leads down to the flats, passing the tree copse.
By the time I’d got down to opposite the work decorated hoists and scaffolded Woodthorpe Court foyer, the rain had returned.
I got sorted and settled, down in the £300 second-hand recliner and noticed the food tray had been left on the other chair – thought soddit, and got my head down.
0325hrs: I woke up with, action stations, panic mode and fear-of-embarrassment modes all operational! I had to release my bladder contents with urgency. Detaching my bulbous frame from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be a painful effort, with my doing it so quickly. Off to the wet room for my wee-wee. This proved to be an inconcinnity ridden activity, that took a never-ending period of significant duration in getting it to stop. Huh! A tinge of red to the evacuated liquid. I must remember to mention this to the nurse.
During which, I got an email from the doctors. It read as in the snipped picture.
Time shot-by. I made a quick start on this blog as far as here. Then got the midday Health Checks done. The 
Woke up two and a half hours later and got the last Health Checks done.
0445hrs: Woke in the now usual state of mind-confusion of self-questions. Why have I woken up so late? What day is it? Naughty Duodenal Donald Ulcer was giving me a lot of bother again. Morrisons, Social Hour…
Sys and pulsation up a bit, at last.
Did some comments and the Morrison delivery arrived.
Also, some of the things did not have much shelf-life left on them! Grumph! The chestnut mushrooms only had until tomorrow. The Scottish Bread just two days, and Polish Sourdough bread the same.
I got off on Upper Parliament Street as yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist used the pedestrian crossing.
I had an unpremeditated hobble
I did notice they were selling ready-slashed jeans? This confused me.
I left the shop and hobbled across the Slab Square and down Exchange Walk, calling in the stationery retailer to purchase some ringed notepads to replace the ones I spilt my tea over the other day. Tsk!
semi-sneer and grunt at me. I paid up and made my way back to the Slab Square.
As I got to King Street, to go up to Queen Street and the priceless-to-me L9 bus stop, it became apparent why the three imitation police officers were there. In case whatever emergency the two fire tenders in this picture were attending needed people moving out of the way?
Up to the top of Queen Street and to the bus shelter.
Again I missed getting wet in the heavy precipitation.
Apart from Duodenal Donald, it seemed that all the ailments were
Got in the foyer and to the flats at 12.44hrs, as indicated on the electronic information board.
I got up and in the flat and got the Health Checks done. Took the meds.
Got the nosh prepared, not that this one took much effort.
To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
Started on creating this blog up to here, and went to have a wee-wee, then made a brew of tea and back to the computer:
Panic Mode adopted. The telephone and keyboard had suffered most. The worst was the stains the tea made to the cabinet top wood.
Off out on the hobble to Carrington and the blood test.
As I reached the bottom and moved onto Mansfield Road, the heavens opened up and down came the rain. With the wind, it nearly blew my umbrella inside out.
When I got over the crest of the hill, the sunshine came out, and the winds seemed to slacken off.
too pleased with it either, the day for me will over and done in a couple of hours now. She seemed genuinely concerned and said she would leave a note for the others to remind them that I prefer an early-as-possible appointment. I thanked her and sat down to get the crossword book out. Had a bit of success with it this time, and actually got a couple of them finished. There are many crosswords part-finished in the book where I got stuck, and I give these another attempt regularly, it was two of these that needed only two more answers each that I did. (Smug-Mode adopted. Hehe!)
I noticed on the record card log notes that the doctors considered a different beta-blocker for me some years ago. No name is given to it that I could find. Anyway, this prompted me to look up the side-effects of Bisoprolol Fumarate. Tiredness, drowsiness, slow heartbeat, lightheadedness, dizziness, spinning sensation, dry mouth, stomach pain, diarrhea, constipation, increased urination, runny or stuffy nose, ringing in your ears, weakness, 
some pork and did some chips to go with it. Sorry about this photo, but the shakes came on.
Got the nosh served up. After all the Whoopsies in the process of making this dinner, I ended up with Polish Pork Knuckle in a bean stew with s few chips.
meandering sessions. Nothing positive ever comes out of them anyway. They just leave me with more things I’d forgotten I was worrying over coming-back-to-me incidents into my mind, to join the new day’s enigmas and start fretting about them all over again! 
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the body being so kind to me this morning. No trouble or hassle from Hippy Hilda, Harry Hernia, or Anne Gyna. Duodenal Donald was the ailment offering any bother, and that was not too bad, either.
The haematometer operated first try.
utilisation of the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Back to the kitchen and took the medications with water, then made a mug of tea.
unless I invest in a new camera, I’ll have to use the old one when I am out and about for the time being. Why do you ask (Or probably you didn’t Hehehe!).
Clinton Street West in Nottingham City Centre.
Before I uploaded them, I went to make another brew.
A klog iz mir! Then the rain seemed to lighten up a little.
I got back to getting the draught graphics done up. Two hours late I got them completed. Phew!
The meal was so enjoyable tonight (Well, late afternoon).
Had a wee-wee, and looked out of the window at the lights.
In my haste to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, once again I knocked over the stuff on the small Ottoman; the empty bottle of lemon and lime spring water, the camera, the pen, pad, pain-gel and empty tablet pot. There were no stubbing of any toes this Monday. (Just as well, cause the left foot big toe is still hurting from yesterdays butting! Hehe!)
Turned the sausages in the oven. I noticed there was no smell coming from them when I took them out and added them to the saucepan.
As I arrived in the kitchen and the mind began to concentrate on what I was doing after I stubbed my toe against the cabinet corner. I think I ought in a way, to be glad of the pain; for it helped take my mind off of the last bits of mental-brooding.
medicationalisationing needed doing afterwards. I took a Dia-Limit capsule and an extra Codeine Phosphate 30g to ease the pain from the poor old stubbed-toe. Atsuv!
Back again to the kitchen to make another brew. Decided to sort out next weeks medication pots while in there.
Got the nosh started.
I went into the spare room as I exited the wet room, and took this photo of the outside and the eerie surroundings.
The readings looked a little more close to normal this morning.
Putting the needle in the ‘Sharps-Bin’, I stabbed myself in the wrist with it. No problem methinks, though, after all, I’ve just shot 100mg into my 
The blotches had lessened again as the day turned into evening.
Very tasty.
Into the laundry room and got the washing moved. Some poor soul had left their quilt in the machine.
1927hrs: To the lift. I spotted the forecast on the electronic information sign, it informed me that thundery-showers were about.
I nipped out again to take this photograph. There were no signs of any thundery-showers yet.
Got the things out of the dryer and folded ready to go into the bag. No odd socks to report Hehe!
Next, I tried the trusted reading a book in an attempt to scam my ‘Don’t-go-to-sleep’ genes. My choosing Spike Milligan’s ‘Where have all the bullets gone’ proved to be a wrong choice, cause I couldn’t put it down for hours! Humph!
As I was putting the kettle on, I caught my frightful reflection in the window. The face had the Spotty-Muldoon blotches again, like yesterday morning, although not so aggressively this time?
Back to my regular ‘Getting worked up, get in a fluster, get overwrought, be on tenterhooks’ 
The sys was up a tad, the pulse gone down a bit, but the calefaction remains somewhat high, but physically I felt alright in myself. I’d best not mention the mental aspects of how I feel. Hehe!
Got the ablutionalisationing and medicationalisationing tended to. Surprise, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all, and only the tiniest bit from the lesion. Hurray and 
on in leaps and bounds now, the Extra Care block is.
Paid the lady on the till and went out to search for the paraffin and picker-upper.
Then I called in the Poundland Store, to see if they had any of the things I was looking for. Of course, they had not, but I did come out having spent a bit there too. They had some large bottles of the Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2. Which is cheaper than those at Morrisons (£2.69) and Asda (£2.59). So I bought one. And another two citrus air sprays, 2 for a quid.
Calling in three different shops in search of a new picker-upper to replace the broken one I fell on having my last nasty dizzy spell last week.
I cut through Climber Street into the slab square.
Up Queen Street to the bus stop. Some more Nottingham Street Art on the bench.
I went to do the Health Checks and checked on the potatoes. 
the meal sorted. 
Got another mug of fresh orange juice and took this photo of the skyline through the kitchen window. 
I noticed that the legs had started to go wonky again. One bigger (More retained water) than the other.