Wednesday 20th June 2018
Zulu: NgoLwesithathu Mhla Zingama-20 KuJuni 2018
0315hrs: Shot awake, then tried to get back to sleep. Couldn’t though when I realised I had to go to the City Hospital today and needed to get the diaries caught up with. Ablutions and medicationalising were done so much earlier. Get everything ready and sorted for the Doctors, and have the blood test. So I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and of to the kitchen to start with getting the Health Checks done.
I turned on the kitchen light, and nothing happened. Got the camera and took this picture and the light tube started to flicker into life, eventually lighting up the room.
I wondered what anyone outside must have thought if they saw the almost pyrotechnic display of light flashing for so long. From then on, the light worked okay. Took a while to get started each time, but nothing like as long as this time. Hehe!
Got the computer started and had to nip to the Porcelain Throne. Signs of Trotsky Terence being interested in returning, but not too severely.
Back to the computer and started this post off up to here.
Updated yesterday’s Inchcock next. Posted it off and made a start on this one up to this far.
Made up the nibble bags for the blood test nurses at the hospital.
The muck from the works taking place outside on the external wall, has somehow got into the kitchen? Hey-ho!
Then it was time for me to get the ablutions and medications tended to.
Gathered the black bags, recycling jars, etc. and off out to the chute. Dropped the waste bags down the chute en route. To the lift, arrived at the lobby beneath at exactly 0800hrs.
The electronic sign advertised ‘Could you be a complaints member?’ After I gingerly mentioned the noise coming from a certain person above my dwellings and was told “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You will have to live with it”; I think I might be able to bring some light on how to deal with complaints? But I can say no more, after also being told it is not on and out of order for me to mention anything that takes place between me and any representative, agent or employee, in my blog. So I’ll say nowt and cross this out.
Windy but warm with it again today.
I placed my cleaned and rinsed Balsamic vinegar, malt vinegar and smoky BBQ sauce bottles in the bin. When I put the gherkin jar in the container, yesterday, it was the only one in there.
A few in now, no sauce, jam or pickle jars, though. Wine, Rum, Cognac, Gin, Whiskey… all alcoholic bottles. Hehehe!
It’s just jealousy of course. I’ve had all my old pleasures taken away from me; driving licence, passion involvement, alcohol-intake, pipe smoking… Humph! All through medical conditions of varying natures. Spit!
Over the road and up by the Tree Copse into Woodthorpe Park.
A Fun-Fayre was in the process of being set-up on the old football field. This brought memories of the last one we had here. That was when the teenagers conned residents into letting them in via the intercom. They stole fire extinguishers and did some material damage. Then threatened the Security Guard who responded, and spat at him. When he told them he had called the police, they nearly damaged themselves 
laughing. I got an EQ conceived thought, that something nasty would happen this weekend. Fingers crossed I am wrong.
I had a delightful unhurried stroll along to Mansfield. One lady allowed me to respond to her dog when it came to me for a bit of fuss. Nice of her, it cheered me and the little dog up I think.
The traffic was heavy, and I made a mental note of being careful, when crossing the many roads I will need to on the way to the City Hospital.
I pressed on slowly and wearily.
Magnus Road and on down Edwards Lane turned right onto the congested Valley Road dual carriageway.
The mind wandering as I legged it along towards the A611, were of a controlled memory of yesteryear for some reason.
I was back in 1958 in the backyard of the house in Brookfield place. Mrs Duke, Mrs Wing, Polish George and my young love Christine provided the recollections for me to stew over, happily for once. A very much pleasant, congenial, delightful rarity for me, this.
I was well deep in thoughts, and not concentrating on where I was going, as I wallowed in nostalgia.
When this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclistess actually clipped my arm with her handlebar as she sped by me. Another new bruise again now! But, on this occasion, I immediately realised it was partly my own fault for being in an, albeit temporary, dream world – literally.
There were entrance/exit roads to cross on this stretch of the roadway.
It was just as well I had set out early and was in no rush. IT took me ages to get across each road safely. Taxi after taxi and cars going in and out, all seemingly in a great hurry, pedestrians were apparently not their first concern.
When I got into the waiting area, there were perhaps only 30 or so sat in the queueing zone. I got a ticket, number 142, and they called out for card 105 to go to cubicle One. I thought this is going to no bother, I’ll be going in within fifteen minutes max. This proved to be an Ignis Fatuus (A deceptive goal or hope [Feel free to use Ignis Fatuus] Hehe!)
Half an hour later, and I was still a way off from being summoned. Seems they had put up a message on the indicator telling us they were swamped and to expect a long wait for the Phlebotomy Department. On the bright side, I completed a crossword from scratch while waiting! First one I’ve ever fully finished in this book – and no one around for me to brag about it, too! But the next one I started had me beat, not that is difficult to beat me at anything. Tsk!
They only had two of the five cubicles in use. Eventually, I was called. The look I got from the lady as she pointed to the chair and took the paperwork from me without a word, told me all I needed to know. I was going to be in trouble here!
She got annoyed when I didn’t hear when she did speak. All over in seconds, she didn’t waste any time checking to see if it was still bleeding after taking the blood, just stuck a plaster over the cotton wool I had been pressing down onto.
I did what Doug from America advised, I killed her with caring kindness. Put on my bestest smile and gave her the bag of nibbles. Suddenly she wanted to talk, thanking me profusely. I replied ‘You’re welcome’ and departed.
I hobbled to the bus stop, the feet were stinging a bit now. Go a number 40 bus and was the only person on it at the time.
Many more passengers got on en route, though.
I’ve done boxing against bigger chaps, (I lost all the bouts of course), a bungee-jump, faced an armed intruder, pulled a bloke from under his burning motorbike, got thrown into the canal 
when I about five years old, a confrontation with the Mau-Mau, and voted Liberal once. So I can’t be accused of being fearful (Although I am).
But this bus ride scared me to death almost. The driver might have been related to Nigel Benn, Lewis Hamilton or trained Marc Márquez. Gawd, he was a manically fast and jerky driver! He got through gaps, especially on the Mansfield Road, with inches to spare.
This indeed concentrated my mind when it came to getting up to get off of the bus, and still, keep my balance.
The 40 screeched to a halt at the bus stop. I nervously muttered a thank you to the busman as I limped shakingly off of the vehicle. The thanks were offered for my still being alive, I think. Hehehe!
I limped up the hill back to the flats, really just happy to have got there without any injuries. The workmen were busy again. I could hear the drilling and grinding getting louder and louder as I neared my beloved Woodthorpe Court.
Again, I didn’t see any residents on my way up to the twelfth floor. Got in, had a wee-wee and did the Health Checks and took the medications. The building seemed to be vibrating, but it was only the drilling outside.
I got the computer on and made a route map of today’s hobble.
I got on with updating this diary.
May hours later I stopped to make a mug of tea.
Took the dressing off of the arm.
Not sure if the new bruising is from the nurse or the Nottingham Pedestrian Cyclistess. But I thought I could see a further swelling coming up.
Went to take the last medications of the day.
Noticed that the head scar was changing colour again. Why I don’t know. But it is nothing new for me not to know something. Haha!
Had to visit the Porcelain Throne.
It turned out to be a false alarm. Again I didn’t know why.
Thought about what to have for my nosh. I might try a can of the BBQ sauce boneless mackerel, some mashed and cheesed potatoes, garden peas (Tinned, no fresh ones left now), and some tomatoes and gherkins. Does this sound good to you?
Went to catch up on my Facebooking next. All went well until I suddenly lost about fifty comments, there one minute, gone the next. Oh, I am confused now!
Hello, hello, hello! Just had a bit of itching from the arm, had a look at it, and new scars welts whatever, have appeared since an hour or so ago?
My body is going to pot yer know. Haha!
Got the nosh sorted out. As planned this time. The boneless mackerel fillets in BBQ sauce, tomatoes, vinaigretted beetroot, a baby-sized tin of peas and mash with cheese added. I had carbonated water tonight, cause I thought I’d done well in avoiding any chips or bread. Awaiting Sister Jane’s critical evaluation, assessment and comments now. Haha!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
No World Cup matches on tonight of any interest to me. But I did watch a daft, Go-along-with-it-film and enjoyed it.
Mainly because it was an unserious escapist film, and it had sub-titles, too.
I tried to watch a police programme aftrwards, but fatigue overtook me and thankfully, the brain allowed me to sleep. Ah, All Praise to sweet Morpheus, who entangled himself in my dreams of peace!
Woke up to Neuralgia Nigel’s stabbing pains giving me some stick, and they stayed this way all day, on and off. Tsk! I’ll ask to see the doctor in the morning when I go for my blood test… Oh, hang on, they have not given me an appointment again? I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for the INR Warfarin test, then make my way to the surgery to beg to see the doctor. Tsk! By the time I get to the hospital, then get two buses to the Sherrington Park Medical place, the day will be gone. Ah, never mind.
Caught my reflection in the kitchen window as I was getting the Health Checks things prepared. (A bit of a shock, but I’m alright now, thanks. Hehe!)
Brewed up and got the medications taken. No creaming, lotioning or medicating done yet, I think I’ll do them when I get the showering session.
I took the black bags to the chute on the way out.
Down and outside, I took this first photo of the front of Woodthorpe Court, showing how far they had got up with the undersealing job.
I turned and took a long shot of the Winchester Court flats.
This time of the day, during the week, I get to see many folks. The Willmott-Dixon lads and managers, people, going to or coming from walking their dogs.
Out to the bus stop and more chinwagging was enjoyed. Caroline, from the Car Home at the end of the road, was with Doris (I might have got this pleasant lady’s name wrong, sorry about that if so), and I was in the middle of listening to tales when the buses arrived. Doris and I were the only ones who got the City bound L9. I said my farewells to Doris, as I alighted a few stops further on.
Bottom Muffins (Hurrah!). Yoghourts. Beetroot salad. Pork Pie. Fruit Fool. Ice cream cones. Frikadellens. Finally some fresh tomatoes.
Winchester Street and home. Hard to find the optimum words to describe his sensation.
A little nearer and I took another shot. The Willmott-Dixon lads were still busy with upgrading, deliveries and removals.
in, through the foyer, up in the lift out and into the flat without any human contact.
The lads finished for the day. Leaving me a 
I put the high pulse down to my having been a little more active than usual before doing the checks.
laundry from washer to the dryer.
When I leant back to take the shot of the Woodthorpe Court with the lift lobby window lights on, there were no dizzies whatsoever. Good that!
Meandering back to the lobby door, and concentrating on putting the camera away, I walked into the second pole from the right. Bruised shoulder now I think. Hoddy-noddy!
Back up to the apartment, and had a long-painful wee-wee.
The timer chirped, and I made my way down once more to the laundry room, to collect the clothing.
To the lift and up to the twelfth floor.
Went to make another brew. Taking the Nigel Neuralgia and Duodenal Donald’s hassling with me, of co
CorelDraw to do some advanced page top graphics. 
The place was busy this morning. Plant machines were locating, delivery lorries queuing, chaps setting off up into the sky in the external hoists, men out directing the traffic, as the incoming trucks had blocked the outgoing cars and vans from getting along Chestnut Walk in their bid to get out.
I got off the bus early, and, with Penny’s best wishes I set off on a walk to the NHS, although I wasn’t exactly too sure which was the optimum route to take to get to it.
thought I had. Hehe!
the Health Centre. 
after the man to see if I could cut-through to the Drop-In centre.
I saw the chap in the far distance, and he too was going to the NHS building. I had to climb a bit of rough ground to get into the apparently vacant field.
Had a walk around the streets in search of some wholemeal oven-bottom-muffins. But I could not find any at all anywhere. Ah-well! 
the flats from the bus stop, and crossing the road on the hilly bend can be a bit dodgy. But, the bus gets there quicker with it taking a less circuitous route.
Dropped off on Winchester Street and got over the road without any bother.
Got the meal sorted and served up in the oven tray it was finished off roasting in. A little less to wash up. Haha!
What an emotional ride this was too!
Immediately on my expergefaction, I noted that everything in my immediate vicinity was dishevelled or messy, like it had been rummaged through, and tossed aside?
This morning’s HC results were almost exactly the same as yesterday’s were. Not bad at all I thought.
the earache seemed to be getting worse. I went to the wet room to try putting some Phorpain gel on the area.
Did the next week medicine pots up, and made a mug of tea.
Got the fodder served-up.
Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
I think the slight increase in the Sys and Dia results are well within range.
when they meet Russia, they get thrashed and annihilated!. Grumph! They should have listened to De Gaulle and not let us into Europe, then they would not be blocking Brexit and generally being nasty to us! The Gits! Oh, I got a bit carried away there. Sorry!
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
An attack from Dizzy Dennis was not too bad balance-wise, but it stayed with me for ages.
0405hrs: Stirred into a semi-conscious state, then awoke to find my legs and torso precariously spreadeagled over the £300 second-hand recliner, an empty mineral water bottle, my reading spectacles, two empty Cheese Curl packets, a pen and pencil, the partly screwed up notepad and a tipped up waste-bin scattered around on the floor?
Back to the apartment, had a long wee-wee again. I dropped a black bag down the rubbish chute with the new miniature opening on the way out.
Then I poddled into the bottom field. Taking this photograph from the middle of it as I made my way painfully towards the Copse.
walking all funny. Puzzled as to why?
As I went into the path into the Copse, I turned and took another picture.
Walked over the hill and down to the bus stop, and caught a Nottingham City Transport bus into the City Centre.
caught a tram out to Radford.
As I left the store, a bit of an altercation was taking place. I moved out of the way as fast as the weight of the bags would let me.
I got in and this time, had a short wee-wee.
I went to take off my day clothes and get into the jammies, and doctor the plates of meat.
Then got the nosh sorted.
After yesterday’s welcome sharp rise in the Sys, it had slowly sunk down again in a worrying fashion. From 167 to 154, to 140 and this morning to 124?
The arm looked a bit patchy from yesterdays blood taking. No pain or itching now, though.
I tried two pieces of the chocolate I bought as a treat for myself yesterday.
0630hrs now.
An Email informs me that they have made several substitutions again.
The Morrison chap arrived. Nice bloke, carried the delivery to the kitchen for me, bless him.
The freezer and fridge are once again nice and full. The freezer is chocker-block.
I made as quick a time as I could, made the plates-of-meat sting a bit. Got to Woodthorpe Court through the lobby and had to wait for the lift.
Got a very early for me, nosh prepared. A delightfully tasting one, too.
World Cup. Russia v Saudi Arabia. This match brought back old memories of FIFA unfairness.
The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding a good bit. But, the evacuation was a lot better and less messy this morning.
Back out again.
Making my way down the Winchester Street hill, I had a Dizzy Dennis attack near the garages as I neared the bus stop shelter.
One bee looked like he was wearing a splint on his left back leg. Hehe!
Getting through the parked vans on the pavement was a bit of a struggle for me.
I got to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, with plenty of time to spare, and my general mood had brightened a bit by then.
Out of the store and to the bus stop. As you can see in this photograph, when I arrived at the bus shelter, I was the only person there. Moments later I was joined by five other prospective Nottinghamian passengers.
I had to sit on one of the shallow pop-down side-saddle seats. This encouraged Arthur Itis to join in with Duodenal Donald and the Plates-of-meat in giving me some more hurt. Did I say this was an up and down sort of day emotionally for me? Oy vey!
I got the chips in the oven, podded the peas and got them cooking.
I thanked her and wrote down the details.
How I wish there were a CCTV to have recorded my grappling battle to free myself from the £300 second-hand recliner. Farcical would be the best word to describe the fight. Hehe! As soon as I began to manipulate my blubbery torso from the seat, Dizzy Dennis visited as I tried to stand up. This caused me to sway to the right, where I knocked over the waste bin, the empty (luckily) bottle of Clementine juice and the dinner tray from last night all over the carpet. I put my hand out to stop myself going further over, and the truncheon, my Margaret Thatcher squeaky-bust-toy, and the clock joined the other stuff on the carpet as my hand slid along the fire surround knocking them off of the ledge. But I did not go down on the floor. (I’m not sure how I prevented this, but it was nice to get something right for once, Hehe!) And the pain from Hippy Hilda and the knees didn’t last for too long. The bruise on elbow was no bother.
Fair, clear weather outside. The workers were busy at it on the New Build flats.
Further along Chestnut Walk, I spotted this brave battling little daisy on the battered, car flattened grass on the concreted edge of the verge.
I don’t think I called anywhere else, (Another blank spot, Tsk!) but found myself at the bus stop at the top of the hill in Sherwood, waiting to catch the L9 back to the flats.
I got the nosh prepared very early in the day.
The sleep just would not come. This mind of mine was too active, not productive. Just seemingly busy worrying about so many varied things.
Made a little list of things required: Fresh pod garden peas, orange juice and oven-bottom-muffins, to get today.
Twas here that I realised I had left the hearing aids in the flat. What a shlepper! I went back and collected them and returned to the shed. Only one resident from Winchester Street, who was having a talk with a Nottingham City Homes representative, was in the hut. So I left and joined the ganglet of Winwood Heights tenants already at the bus stop. Much nattering and laughter emanating.
Walked up Queen Street to the bus stop. 
I prepared the simple meal. Oven-bottom-muffins with canned pork knuckle, potato farls, gherkins, Cox’s apple and tomatoes.
This proved to be a mistake, although, for once, not one of mine.