Monday 8th October 2018
Irish: Dé Luain 8 Deireadh Fómhair 2018
0000hrs: Having been up and about and done the necessary ablutionalisationing and medicationalising, I had to return to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. Hehe! All went well.
Little Inchies fungal lesion had bled a bit again, but Harold’s Hæmatorrhœa was only leaking a tiny bit.
And I felt a lot better than last night when I had a fatigue festival. Haha!
I took a photograph through the kitchen window.
Just gone midnight, but the vehicle lights and emergency vehicle blues’ were plentiful.
I got the kettle on and took last nights medications that I’d forgot to imbibe, because of my falling to sleep early on in the day for several hours.
I must have needed the kip, I suppose?
Then, I was sure I heard a clanging noise coming in through the open kitchen window.
I tried looking down through the window, but the new protruding ledges under the frames made it impossible for me to see anything. So, I took a blind shot with the camera. It showed nothing untoward down there.
I placed the morning medications on a tray and put them next to the computer so as not to forget to take them later. The Cardiac test at 0900hrs this morning at the surgery, mustn’t ignore that either.
Tended to the Health Checks next. Then made up the Excel record on the computer for last week.
Once again, the morning’s readings were all higher than the previous day?
I remembered I needed to take a urine sample with me to the doctors. So, I got a tube filled and put it in the bag straight away so as not to forget to take it with me.
Damn it! Just remembered, I was not supposed to eat anything or drink anything after 2200hrs, but water before the examination. Klutz! I’d had a drink of tea!!! Everyone should have the right to do stupid things. But, I think I am abusing that privilege!
I found about ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles in the wet room, one alive.
The spare room produced only about twelve weevils, all dead.
The kitchen held only about nine of the little invaders, again, all dead!
I did not allow myself to get too optimistic, this has happened before. Methinks that the beetles were either retreating or moving on to a flat with more food in it. Hehe! Only to find an increased number of flipping things the next morning.
I thought I’d make a start on doing some diary page header graphics in advance. So onto CorelDraw. Got a couple or so done.
Made up the nibble bags for the surgery staff. Had a wash and brushed up, and went to set out on the walk to the surgery. There was a letter in the box on the door, bent down to grab it and I had a Dennis Dizzy visit.
Clouted my head against the corner of the metal. Ah, well!
No one about when I went down and got out to the recycling bin.
I deposited my empty Tomato Passata jar on top of the beer, lager, champagne, sherry, San Miguels, wine, brandy, whiskey and gin bottles, etc.
I think I might be the only non-alcoholic in the block. Hehe!
I took this shot of the New Extra Care Build and Winchester Court block on the way along Chestnut Walk.
The lower back pain stings started again, making it a painful hobble to the doctor’s surgery. Luckily, there were many distractions from the agony (Hehe!) in the form of many Dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, and my actually seeing a Nottingham Police Car on the road… No actual policemen on foot, of course.
As I plodded down Winchester Street hill, I took this picture of the beautiful colours on offer from the changing trees, the gloomy sky, with the early morning cold sunshine breaking through.
The house Unpainted on the left, is where I lived donkeys-years ago in a flat. I’d guesstimate as being around 1965? Little knowing I’d be walking down Winchester Street, with bad memories of my short residence, fifty-four years later!
To the bottom and on to Mansfield Road.
The traffic queue as far as the eye could see. One of the rare occasions I feel content with no longer having a car.
During the forty-minute hobble, the back pains eased off a lot.
A few car horns were being used in the line of slow moving traffic.
Sounded like tempers were being strained to me.
As I neared the Sherringham Medical Practice, I managed to get a photo of the ‘Look at me, I’m tough!’ Pavement Cyclist, as he approached me.
He shouldn’t really be on a pushbike if he is too terrified to use the road? I notice he is not too scared to put the fear of God into ageing pedestrians! The Brion! (Bully).
(End of rant. Haha!)
I got in the surgery and presented myself at the reception. And very glad I was, that I had the day and time right for once. Hehe! Logged in and sat down with the crossword book.
A nurse came to collect me earlier than my appointment time. She was a relief nurse I think, I’d not seen her before. Nice lady. She sorted me out. The bleeding afterwards took a long time to stop, but this is not unusual. Gave her a nibble bag, thanked her. Dropped some fodder-nibbles of at the reception, and I out in the car park well before I could use my bus-pass time.
So, I set off on a hobble back to the flats, the way I came from, up Mansfield Road. The traffic was still congested.
Another Nottinghamian Pedestrian Cyclist shot by me from behind, giving me a bit of a shock. He was very close to clouting me!
AS I got to the tip of the hill, another Pavement Cyclist approached, just as a rarity came into view as I took the shot.
Yes, it really was a Nottingham Police Car!
(Sarcasm Mode Engaged) It’s nice to see things that take you back so many years.
Down the hill into Sherwood, and called into the Continental Food Store. Had a look for any of the lemon cream cake squares, but no, none available. I could have got nutmeg, vanilla, kiwi or almond flavoured ones, but no lemon. (Sulk Mode Adopted!)
I decided to treat myself to some of the expensive sliced continental bread, then perused the cooked meats and bought some roast belly pork slices, with the intention of having some sandwiches later on. I got some mini-potatoes as well.
The haul up Winchester Street Hill back home proved detrimental for the back pains, but Anne Gyna coped well with the slog.
The first L9 buses were loading up with Winwood Height’s residents as I turned the corner. They were all gone by the time I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.
I popped in the hut and caught Warden Unterscharführeress Julie as she was leaving on a visit to Winchester Court. A few words were shared. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.
I got in the apartment and had a wee-wee, and changed the PP’s due to Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Washed and into the kitchen, for a much-needed mug of tea.
The sky looked a little ominous, and the sunshine had retired.
Made a brew and got the Health Checks done.
The early fatigue-mode arrived.
Got the nosh sorted out. Used the pork in the ultra-tasty brown continental sliced bread sarnies. Some tomatoes, chip-sticks, sliced a Cox’s apple, a pot of lemon mousse and some fresh Clementine juice.
The meal went down well. A taste-rating of 9.2/10 was given.
Things get a bit vague from here on, I’m afraid. I assume I fell asleep?
I woke up wondering what day it was, let alone what time it was! Tsk!
It was 2125hrs! I did the health checks and took the belated evening medications I usually have around 1600hrs.
Then, I got the computer on, to update this blog. Which took me until 0015hrs to get done, for Shaking Shaun was visiting my hands again. Humph!