Thursday 19th April 2018
Welsh: Dydd Iau, 19 Ebrill 2018
0235hrs: No need for any pandiculating this morning. I’d been laying here trying to get to sleep for hours, and decided I might just as well get up. Humph!
The first signs of mo
vement seemed to encourage the need for a wee-wee.
So, out of £300 second-hand recliner and off to the wet room.
Again, like earlier in the night, it was a wee-wee blast of enormous strength, but only last a few seconds?
I also noticed that the vein area on the ‘Nurse Ann’ attacked blood-giving right arm was bruised and clotted.
Nurse Anns revenge? Hahaha!
Tended to the Health Checks next.
The pulse had shot up to 101, the temperature to 32.3, I wonder if this is linked to the jetting out wee-wee bursts?
I set on to updating the Wednesday Diary and got it posted at 0400hrs.
Checked the emails. One from the surgery had arrived with the blood-test results. The anticoagulation doses; Mon 2 Tues 2 Wed 2 .5 Thurs 2 Fri 2 Sat 2 Sun 2. The INR Warfarin level was 2.1, so I must take care not to slash my wrists today, cause with the blood so thin, it will be too late to change my mind. Haha!
Started updating this post up to here, and remembered the Morrison delivery is coming twixt 0630 > 0730hrs. So, I got the ablutions tended to early, to be ready for its arrival.
Off to the wet room. Did the teggies, then when shaving I noticed the blotches all over the face? Looks like black-heads on the nose, too? Not keen on this development.
An excellent in-depth stand-up scrub-up, medicationalisationing and got dressed.
Made a brew. And guess what…
Turned everything off and restarted. Eventually, it returned. It’s times like this that any Virgin Customers willingly and gratefully paying the third increase in fees, tend to feel compassion for the multi-billionaire who bought Virgin Media off of Richard Branson.
Further added to this diary, then went to the WordPress reader.
Read and replied to comments. Had a wee-wee, things seem to be getting back to normal in this department (Apart from the frequency).
The Morrison Delivery arrived.
Got them put away. The sourdough bread for the Wardens arrived, and the toasties for Jenny were delivered. Topped up the bag for the Social Hour.
Sorted the black waste bags and took them to the chute. 
All ready and prepared, and out to the Social Hour.
Got to the shed on Chestnut Walk, and turned to take this picture of the flats with the new build for new tenants with Extra Care needs. Looking good to me. Now up to the roof, I think. Shame it will block the view for the current old resident on the lower floors, but this can’t be helped.
Entered the hut, it was early yet, so not many folks around. Cyndy and Margaret and four other ladies, with four gents.
I dropped the sourdough loaf off in the Obergruppenfurheress’s office. My EQ told me of a sense, an aura, of dubiety, incertitude and mistrustfulness hung in the air. This was an uncomfortable feeling for me. Of course, I may be wrong, but my EQ is usually right.
Went in the big room and had a chat with Jenny. She was in her usual good form this morning. Gave her toasties for the Saturday crowd and she thanked me. No need, indeed, bless her, after all the things she’s done to help me.
I had a chat with Cyndy and the others. Then handed round the nibble box and had a laugh or two doing so.
In this photo, is Bill on the left, Cyndy in white and Margaret with her back to me in the checked dress. I asked the girls if my face was red an blotchy, but they said not?
I sat down with Bill (William on Sundays) and John. They helped me with the crosswords today. Then I handed out my raffle tickets to two different tenants this week.
I departed early, to catch the 1030hrs bus. Offering my farewells as I left the happy crew.
I caught the Bestwood bound bus, along with many other residents.
Who nearly all got off in Sherwood, leaving me all on my own on the bus to go to Arnold. Hehe!
Anne got off last on Edwards Lane.
A lot of other passengers got on, some (I am well-pleased to say) I am on greeting terms with now.
The weather was so warm today. Made me realise that soon the fresh pod-peas will be available and the Tree Copse would bloom for me to walk through and admire.
I got off at the Sainsburys store. Someone had told that this shop sells the ‘Pick-up-Sticks’. However when I inquired of a member of staff, she said they used to, but don’t any 
longer. Shame!
I went to seek some of the flavoured bottles of tomato sauce so I can use them with eating my Polish Pork in beans.
I was most pleased to find that they were on offer at £1 a jar. Morrisons who I nearly ordered some off of, charge £2 a jar, same size. Is my luck changing? I bought four bottles of different flavoured ones. Plus a small pot of onion-salt.
Out and caught an L9 bus back to the flats.
I took a photograph at the Mansfield Road junction, I aimed to get a shot of the Daybrook Church in it. But failed miserably by taking the photo too late.
Still, I got one of the refurbished Cooper-Brook Hotel and restaurant. This would be handy for me to enjoy a get-away couple of days sometime, 
perhaps. Because with the L9 bus passing it should be easy for me get to and back from?
It is years, too many for my liking since I had a break.
I took another shot, as the bus turned into the estate it travels through in Daybrook. This one is to give an idea, for my American, Canadian and Australian TFZer pals of a Nottingham Housing Estate.
As we passed by the Nottingham City Hospital, I took another failed effort of a picture. Shmendrik! I tried to make a snapshot of the vast staff flat car park and the hundreds of vehicles, but, as you can see, I took it too late, we were too far down the hill for me to capture them. Tsk!
I got some acute-tingling sensations in my fingers after taking this effort. New to me these are, but I had difficulty sensing anything with them for a few minutes. Now, what could cause this to happen?
When we arrived in Sherwood, I could see many of my fellow tenants waiting at the bus stop.
I was so determined to get a decent photograph this time. I did my bestest with the hands tingling away again.
But no. I only caught one of the five or six residents in the shot. Shmeggege!
Back at the flats, I waited until all the others had got off, then joined them.
On the hobble to Woodthorpe Courts, I heard the sound of emergency vehicle sirens, I thought they were coming my way, so I whipped out my camera.
A fire tender came along the road and stopped at my block of flats. Then another. Then yet another one. Followed by Fire Service car.
By the time I had limped and caught up with the others waiting outside, the officers gave us permission to go in. In the lift, some of the others said they heard the officers talking about a smell of gas in the caretaker’s room? As far as we all know, the flats have been all electric powered from when they were built in 1964?
The others got off on their floors, and I got into my noisy, Willmott-Dixon bashed-about apartment.
The banging from upstairs was very loud, the worst I have ever been in for. It started at 1250hrs and went on until 1320 hrs. I assumed it was the workers doing something up there, despite it being their lunch-break time. No doubt a coincidence that the noises were all metallic sounding.
I put the small potatoes on in the crock-pot and put the few things I’d bought away.
Had a wee-wee, made a brew, and did the Health Checks.
Then, I stuck the camera out through the kitchen window and snapped the fire tenders still there below on Chestnut Drive.
I viewed my beloved Tree Copse, slowly getting filled out now. I could still see through the trees yet. But, with the weather being so beautiful out there, it shouldn’t be long until it is walkable through, for me. It is a lot warmer outside than it is in the apartment!
As I closed the window, I mused on if I could stay awake long enough, I could take a walk through it later…
I trapped my finger in the frame as I got the camera back in.
I’ve used an old photograph to show what happened, cause the one I took now, has done another disappearing into the ether trick on me! Humph!
Well beyond my head-down time, but the potatoes are nowhere near cooked yet. Only tiny ones too?
I did next weeks Morrison order.
I popped to the OBergruppenfurheresses’ Hut, to ask Warden Deana what flat number Cyndy and Eric lived at, cause I’d forgotten. Then nipped up and asked them if they would like the tray of chicken thighs I’d overordered from Morrisons. Luckily they accepted, so that saved the food going to waste. Back to the flat.
I had a bash at Facebooking. Fingers crossed it will let me. It was okay with me tonight, but I’ve got to get me nosh and head down, now. I’ll be back (Did you note that Arnyism there, Hehe!) in the morning to finish this diary off. TTFN.
Friday morning now folks. I’ll update this twaddle now.
Got the fodder sorted.
A 7/10 for this one. The potatoes spoilt it with their being bitter tasting.
Notwithstanding how tired I felt, sleep would not come as it usually does. I did have the odd moments of nodding off, but they lasted only seconds at a time. Which was annoying, but I did get to watch two episodes of the Hustle series for a change.
When sleep did come, it was sudden, I just flaked out light a light.
Looking forward to the coterie at the doctor’s surgery. I must remember that the Blood Test is at 0945hrs.
The workmen all seemed busy this morning as I made my way along Chestnut Walk.
n the Winchester Street hill.
it made it’s way up the hill in the opposite direction.
I booked in with the receptionist and sat down with the intentions of getting the Crossword book out to tackle.
Nurse 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!)
Left 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.
problem.
Got the meal sorted out.
The need for a wee-wee encouraged me to disentangle my overweight bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner and make my way to the wet-room. En route, I could feel the dried blood from the Fungal Lesion cracking and a sensation of fresh liquid running down my leg – Oh, Heck! Much cleaning and medicating needed following the completion of the painful wee-wee.
I got off in town and made my way to the Aldi store to get some more of the red coloured Bun Thins.
bonkers with the buying of fodder again, also bought strong crunchy cheddar, mini-potatoes, caramel nibbles for the nibble-box, Viennese rolls for raffle prizes, Light-fry butter spray, tomatoes, frikadellens and free-range chicken thighs, lemon yoghourt and sugar snap peas.
The Nottingham City Victoria Centre flats loomed over the horizon.
I used their self-serve till, and a slightly desirous sturdily built young lady did the job for me.
me if I was feeling alright and did I need an ambulance calling.
I wondered to the Slab Square and Little John up in his dome on top of the Council House, indicated I had 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due to arrive.
seemed a little morose to me.
Then I unloaded the bags and sorted and I stored-away the purchases.
Got the meal prepared.
Called in Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and was lucky enough to find some cooked Pork Knuckles on sale, and bought three of them.
However, I could not find the list of things to do anywhere. I emptied all the pockets and searched the bag, without any luck? What a Putz!
The bag a bit heavier now, but I was feeling okay, and wanted to make my way to the Nottingham Arboretum Duck Pond.
The mixture of ancient and brand new building was not pleasing to my eyes.
I had a reminiscing moment or two when I got inside.
On my way out of the place, these beautiful little flowers caught my eye. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any like these before, beautiful!
carried not. Possibly not even aware of what they had done. Hey-ho! No harm was done!
Urgh!
Crossing Upper Parliament street near the Royal Centre and Theatre Royal, I crossed over and went down Market Street, with its many abandoned retail businesses and the odd few new specialist high-class shops, all customerless when I hobbled by them. 
signs of wind or rain, the sky looking a picture and a decent count of generally depressed looking Nottinghamians milling around.
Paid and went on the slab square.
I was pleased with how this effort came out.
I took a snap of the newly decorated facia of the Frankie and Bennie’s Diner as we passed by. I hope they do better at night for clients because I rarely see anyone in it when I pass by. Possibly another future victim of the Nottingham Business Failures League?
We parted in the lift, and back in the apartment, I got the purchases stored away. The new to me Flat buns are on the left.
The new Flat-Cobs were delightful. I buttered them and sliced some pork knuckle and tomatoes. Added a side of a sliced apple, pickled egg and seaweed sheets. A jar of the superb lemon yoghourt to follow.
The Sys dipped again, but the Pulse went up from 79 to 95! I blame that noisy palooka Herbert upstairs, and the care staff for not stopping his noises every weekend, and sometimes in the week, for this situation.
0340hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! I had a right job removing the PPs. Blood on both front and back, some dried bits were reluctant to come free without lubrication. I’ll have an exciting time sorting things out when I get the ablutions and medicating done later. Ah-well!
Washed and went to the kitchen to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold.
be returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in my mind.
The TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. 
I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.
I did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.
Made a brew and finished the Health Checking procedure.
0800hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs has started banging about.
The day brightened up a bit.
I managed to trap my hand in the narrow gap in the windows when I was getting the camera back inside.
The seemingly aeviternal damp wetness from the bleeding lesion was still with me, though. 
The electronic information sign indicated 0045hrs: 5°c outside and drizzle. Drizzle, well fancy that. Hehe!
Got the washer going, and back up in the elevator.
Went for a wee-wee. Had to cleanse around the lower regions and cream applied after cleaning off the dried and fresh blood.
In the flat, I got the computer on and began to update the Thursday diary.
Got the diary finished and posted off, then made a start on this one, but within a couple of minutes it was time to go down to retrieve the laundry.
I emptied the dryer and got the clothing folded, cleaned the filter and casing. Got the things in the bag.
areas where they had replaced the wooden slats, had now been covered by a board?
Made a brew. It was terrible, bitter, sour. I checked the milk after throwing the drink away. That seemed okay. Another of the many mysteries of the chiropterophilous, cold-uncladded Woodthorpe Court!
Made a TFZer Graphic and posted it off.
Sorted the three black bags and tied them up, and took them to the waste chute.
while because as I mentioned earlier, there is only the one lift in action today.
I sat in the room and was soon joined my two gals I often have a natter with but don’t know their names, Margaret, Welsh William, Mary and Roy. The bus arrived, and I had a ride three bus stops down Winchester Street.
A lady asked me if I was alright, so I must have looked poorly? I thanked her and said I was fine now. Which I was, just weary of it happening again.
I considered taking the shortcut through the backs of the houses, but the state of the pathway put me off.
It was if the funny turn had not happened, I was back to my self again.
Got up onto Chestnut Walk. The instant I got on the level ground, Anne Gyna eased off.
Got the meal prepared. I’
En route to the wet room, I sensed the blood running freely from Little Inchies lesion. Then felt the Protection Pad dropping down my leg under the jammies! I was not wearing the full Protection Pants, just the new pad that goes under the undies. I don’t want to explain any more on here. Suffice to say, it took me ages to get cleaned up and remediate the situation. More togs for the laundry bag. I think I’ll not use these pads again. Ah well, at least the evacuation went well!
The Morrison delivery arrived.
This phone call made me a little late leaving, but never mind, it can’t be helped.
I took this photograph of the flats with the new build coming on well. I’m still not convinced whether they have built an extra floor on it. Hehe!
As I left to go back to the Social, I took a photograph through the new windows at the back of the flats that had replaced the open vents.
I enjoyed a good chinwag with Cathy. Then it was time to return to the dwelling in the sky.
I set about cleaning, skinning and cutting up the parsnip, onions and sugar-peas and getting them in the Crock-pot.
The mist was still lingering, but the drizzle had stopped.
Got the nosh prepared. Possibly the oddest of meals I’ve accidentally created, ever.
the untried as yet, Care label one to choose from using.
The tea had gone cold, so I went to make a fresh one.
Got some Facebook graphics on, and it let me work on comments etc. For a while, before going slower and slower.
Back on the computer to continue updating this post.
Gathered the things, DVT record, nibbles etc. and off I went for the visit to the nurse, and set off.
Out into the drizzle and surprisingly cold breeze, and off on a limp down Winchester Street.
However, Anne Gyna only gave me pain on the uphill bits of the walk and dissipated minutes after I started downhill, and Hippy Hilda was very good to me.
I arrived at the surgery and booked in with the Obergefreiteress receptionist.
As I got off the vehicle, I spotted that yet another shop unit had closed down in Sherwood. An estate agent this time.
Then hobbled (I could hardly believe the pain from the toes?) up to the bus stop.
By the time I got up and into the flat, I felt right jaded and bushed. I got the nosh sorted straight away.
Washed the pots and put the things I’d bought away.