Inchcock Today – Wednesday 18th April 2018

Wednesday 18th April 2018

Danish: Onsdag den 18. april 2018

I woke up around 2200hrs last night, got up, had a wee-wee and made a start updating the Tuesday post. In between many wee-wee’s, I got the task finished at 0130hrs.

Did the comments section. WordPress restarted the reader readings. (Try saying that when you’ve had a few. Hehe!)

Got the Health Checks done. The flipping sphygmomanometer needed starting five times before it recorded?

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I’m not feeling precisely scrumdifferous, but I’m far less down than of late. My wandering thoughts seem less truculent. Unfortunately, my concentration remains impuissant.

Made a brew using the M&S Breakfast tea bags. They are passable, expensive mind, but very tasty. Not as good as the Twinings ones, but the M&S are £2.20 compared to Twining’s £4 odd.

Duodenal Donald was very little bothered about attacking me this morning, matched against the last few days, anyway.

The plates-of-meat were very bad, though. Under the toes, balls and soles are particularly painful.

Off for yet another wee-wee. If I get a chance at the blood test, I’ll mention my increase in urinary frequency to the nurse – depending on which nurse it is, of course.

3Wed03Looking forward to the coterie at the doctor’s surgery. I must remember that the Blood Test is at 0945hrs.

Made another brew and took this zoomed-in photo of Winchester Street hill.

Went on Facebook to catch up.

Lots of comments done and photos put on, and the Facebook even allowed me to do it without sticking or jumping. Hurrah!

Off for yet one more wee-wee. Tsk!

Some interesting discussions to be found on this carousel of ugly buildings on the comments.

 

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I made another brew of tea and watched a few car crash clips on YouTube.

WDP03a Sorted the black waste bags, then got the ablutions tended to. Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding much, but he was in a pain-donating mood. Haha! But, Little Inchies Lesion had and was leaking. Got the medicationalisationing done.

WDP03a Took the black bags to the chute on my way to the lift, but had to call back at the flat to collect the hearing aids.

WDP03a Returned to the lift, and blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster! I’d forgotten the INR-DVT card. Back and collected it, and managed to get into the elevator this time. Shlemiel!

3Wed04The workmen all seemed busy this morning as I made my way along Chestnut Walk.

Passing the Wardens cabin, I noticed they were in their office. I called in to hand Obergefreiteress Juliethem some nibbles to Obergefreiteress Warden Julie and Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana.

I set off dow3Wed05n the Winchester Street hill.

An odd morning weatherwise. Not cold, but the biting wind kept getting up and dropping regularly, similar to yesterday.

Down to Mansfield Road and turned left through Sherwood up the incline towards Carrington.

I managed to catch a picture of a Fire Tender as 3Wed06it made it’s way up the hill in the opposite direction.

I continued up the hill, no hassle from Anne Gyna whatsoever, over the crest and down into Carrington.

I got into the surgery car park. Despite the best efforts of a reversing driveress’s attempts at knocking me over.

3Wed10aI booked in with the receptionist and sat down with the intentions of getting the Crossword book out to tackle.

WDP03a Huh, I’d left it in the flat! Shnook!

I took this fifth Whoopsiedangleplop well, I thought. So decided to fill in the INR-DVT slip that I thought I’d returned to the flat to retrieve on my way out…

WDP03a Somehow or other, unbeknown to me, I’d put my small writing pad in my pocket instead of the form! Twit that I am!

I selected a magazine from the table to read.

3Wed12Nurse Ann approached and greeted me with her very-own distinctive daunting stare disguised as a semi-smile. (That could, if it was able to be bottled, prove to be Britains own Nerve Gas; Not only that, but we could sell it to Donald Trump and save all financial concerns over Brexit? Just a thought I had. Hehehe!)

She activated her famously formidable ‘Nod in the direction of her treatment room’, and this was enough for me to go willingly through the pain-barrier (The piles were terrible now) in getting up rapidly so as not keep her waiting, and hasten to the room.

She spoke to the receptionist a while and then joined me. She handled my admission and begging to be forgiven, well. Even engaged in a little banter. She’s smart you see. She was aware that this would confuse and puzzle me! After she had taken the blood, I gave her, her nibbles and departed.

3Wed07Left the Receptionists their nibble bag, and out into the sunshine and wind, off to the bus stop in Carrington. Sister Jane rang me on the way. I forget now what I’d done wrong.. oh yes, gorrit now. I’m overeating. They are going shopping in a bit. Hehe! Nice to hear from her, bless her caring cotton socks.

I joined the extraordinarily long queue and waited for a bus back to Sherwood.

Once again, there was only one side-saddle seat for me to use. But today, with no hassle from Arthur Itis or Dizzy Dennis, this was no 3Wed08problem.

I limped over the crossing and up to the top bus stop to await the L9 buses arrival.

Behold, I enjoyed the changing leaves and crisp warm breezes of Autumn.

Roy was at the shelter, and we had a smile and laugh or two on the bus up the hill to the apartments.

I took two photographs of the flats on Chestnut Walk. One by accident, but it came out better the other one did. Haha!

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As I limped along, Penny caught me up. She explained that she did not get to Derby today, as her son had called her for help cleaning up. We chattered away, and she dropped off on the 11th floor.

I got in and did the Health Checks.

Many knocking and tapping noises coming from somewhere above me. I could not locate where from or if it was workmen or not. I did my best not to stew on things.

WDP03a Made a brew, had a wee-wee and got on the computer to update this diary. Amazingly and so surprisingly, the Virgin Internet kept going so slow it was hardly worth it being there. So I gave up the ghost!

3Wed12Got the meal sorted out.

The Vintage Hard Cheddar that I got from Aldi was very tasty. At last, a decently strong cheese! The triple-cooked chips from M&S excellent! The Spanish tomatoes let it down, took the edge off of the enjoyment. The Dutch yellow ones were okay, though. Overall, a rating of 9.2/10 was granted. Hehe!

I was feeling totally drained. I put down the tray on the Ottoman. Had a nibble at some yoghourt coated peanuts and a club bar and drifted off to kip.

Woke later in a bit of a panic to get to the toilet in time for a wee-wee of unnatural urgency. The nocturnal nibbling crumbs fell-off of my chest and stomach as I struggled to get up quickly enough.

WDP03a Stubbed my toe and caught the ankle bone on the edge of the wet room door en route. I found:

  • That as the wee-wee came out, it reminded me of a fireman’s hose, but only for a few seconds?
  • Little Inchies lesion was bleeding away to its heart content.
  • Attention required: PPs needed changing, the lesion cleaning and medicating.
  • On the plus-side, Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding at all! Yee-Haa!
  • The bruising on the vein was a little worse than usual.

Cleaned me and the porcelain. Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, and picked up what crumbs I could get at. Didn’t want to use the vacuum at this time of night and disturb the neighbours.

The following hours were spent hoping and praying for me to get back to sleep. But it was not to be. The farce in the wet room must have got me going so much, and confused my sleep-mode. Hehehe!

4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Wednesday 18th April 2018

  1. Nurse Ann again? It seems like it’s been awhile since you’ve seen Nurse Nichole. Sad state of the health system that is. Ugly buildings can be interesting, or off putting, but the big test is whether or not they are functional. I think often time the weird design gets in the way of functionality. Lots of whoopsies again. At least the food was good.

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    • Glad you’ve been Hoovering around, Tim. Hehe!
      I’ve come out in blotches this morning, after just one visit to Nurse Ann! Haha!
      I was thinking the same about the university buildings all out of shape rooms. How do they get furniture in the corners?
      TTFNski. All the best.

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