00.15hrs: What follows happened just once before in my life: I woke thinking of the dreams I had just suffered. Nodded-off to have another, then woke-up and thought about the dream I had had. Nodded-off… This had happened repeatedly during my so-called sleep.
Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre.Oy Vey!
I lay there prostrate on the £300 second-hand ready-to-be-recycled rusty, rickety recliner, pondering, worrying and fretting for ages. I tried to make the images and memories repudious, by thinking of other things. Which failed miserably, when thoughts of the upgrading work, pipework, sprinkler system, moving the stuff out of the way in the flat to be done yet to make room for the builders. Pains from the mystery bruise in the left leg still active, the Clinic procedure due shortly, the bulb flashing in the kitchen in its death-throes, the painfull wee-wees, and it being a Sunday, no buses or chance of any chinwags… generally feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Tsk!
I didn’t dismount the recliner until 01:30hrs. Then only because I was in need of a wee-wee. And, what a change in them today! I felt I should reclassify them as LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) now. There was no sensation (other than the pain) or feelings of any evacuation at all! Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Naturally as to be expected I suppose, I forgot about the flickering flashing light tube and turned on the light! Klutz! Almost instantly, and bringing on Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, despite my turning it off straight away. Now I was getting annoyed with myself! I did the Health Checks and took the medications by torchlight. Hoping I’d taken the right tablets. Hehehe!
I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!
Still, tomorrow the chaps from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance should be calling twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs to fit me a new neon light tube in the kitchen. Bless em!
I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.
As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating.
To the grey bucket for another LSPWWW, and what a long one it was, too!
I took the brew with me to the computer to start on this blog.
But had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. The Porcelain evacuation was okay. But, the accompanying wee-wee, took that long, I read a bit of the First World War book while I waited for some kind of termination of the flow. Humph!
Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.
As I was leaving the room, I spotted two dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)! I had hoped not to see any more of these creatures and thought my nine-month solo-battle against them had been won. But No! I didn’t see any yesterday anywhere.
I was struggling to fathom-out how these two dead ones, where out in the open and yet I’d not seen them before. I wondered if the live ones were trying to drag their bodies to the nest? Or, maybe a spider had done the same? I’m all mind-boggled now. Hehe!
Back to the computer and doing this post up to here. Then, after another LSPWWW of even greater duration, I started to finalise the Saturday diary. Got the blog done and posted by 04:40hrs. Then added photos to Pinterest.Facebook Albums.
My antejentacular activities continued with my going on to update the Facebook Photo Albums. Then the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the comment that had come in and the TFZer site.
And now, blow-it, Duodenal Donald has started off. Ah, well!
I stopped and went to make another brew of tea and sort out some breakfast for myself. The light tube was still trying to work, but it doesn’t help with the dizzies situation. I took these three photographs quickly one after another as I approached the medicine drawers to get an extra Omeprazole. Had an LSPWWW.
Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty!
Then off for another LSPWWW.
Started on CorelDraw to do up some graphics to use as page headers. But not for long… off for yet one more LSPWWW! Tsk!
Back on CorelDrawing. I spent many hours on this. But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet made it slow hard work for a while. Humph!
Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.
I got the nosh prepared, not that it took much doing. A ready-made Cumberland pie with lots of added cheese on top, tomatoes, chestnuts, mushrooms and bread thins with a splash of hoisin sauce. Followed by a Limoncello dessert, to which I later added some Squirty cream. Mmm! An excellent flavour rating of 9/10 was given.
I put down the well empty plate and tray and perused what was on the TV.
23:35hrs. I sprang awake, without the brain fully engaged. I seemed to out of the recliner and in the kitchen with the wind-up torch assisting me to do the Health Checks, almost without me realising it?
The mind did join in with my bulbous body in activationalisationing when I dropped the torch and hit my shoulder on the cabinet in the dark when I bent down to pick it up. Tut-tut!
The BP readings were down. Good!
Needless to say, but the flickering bulb was doing its best to light itself, but it’s on its last legs now.
There is a more significant area of the tube gone brown/red, and the flickering had already brought on a Dizzy Dennis attack, that I could have done quite well without. Ah-well!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation with a little bleeding on this occasion. The flickering light tube had also brought on vision problems, well, focussing. When I got on the computer, it seemed to take a bit longer for me to do things?
I uploaded the pictures taken, and found this unintentional mystery one shown on the left here on the old Sony SD card?
I made up the Thought of the day rhyme and graphic for the top of this page, using CorelDraw, and went to take the medications and make a mug of tea. The Morrison’s Assam, now one of my favourite brews.
It dawned on me that I had been up for around an hour now, and I’d only had two wee-wees! Remarkable!
Back to the computer. I found I was having difficulty, a sort of acataphasia as I started this blog off.
I got myself side-tracked for an hour or so, with updating my personal word list. Huh!
Every time I stand, this so-called bruise causes a sharp pain with every step taken. I’m still suspicious that it may be something other than a bruise. But again, it’s no foofaraw!
I went to the obnubilated kitchen, to make another brew of tea. Where I opened the window and tried to take a panoramic photo of the horizon facing me. I attempted ten times to shoot it, but the old Sony camera kept informing me I was too slow, or shook the camera or was too quick for it to be recorded. Humph! I’ll have to but a larger tripod I can use in future.
This would have been no problem with the old windows layout. Tsk! So I took this picture. I might use it as a backdrop for a Morning Thought later on.
I started this blog off and got as far as here, then went to make a mug of tea. I used the torch again, to avoid the flickering light flashing, and avoid setting the dizzies off again.
Then I got on with finishing yesterdays Inchcock off and got it posted. Then went on to the WordPress Reader section, some good stuff on there today.
Then I considered my option in the jentacular field. I decided on a pot of porridge, and a few Scottish Highland Shortie biscuits would do me.
Beyond this point is all a blur I’m afraid.
But I did find this photo on the SD card in the morning.
I’m not sure what happened. But a memory blank for some reason?
I vaguely remember watching some TV later on I suppose.
No signs of any other meals, but tons of nibbling evidence. Tsk!
23:25hrs. I woke, after falling asleep about five-hours earlier. I knew I’d been dreaming and that they were not pleasant ones, but could not remember any details and I had not made any notes on the pad on the Ottoman this time.
No mind wandering this morning, just a determination (Well, a weak one I admit, Hehe) to make a start on sorting out the spare room later. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Escaping the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was done with almost ease. Apart from the left thighs mystery bruise pain when I moved, no Duodenal Donald or Dizzy Dennis hassle at all!
Avoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.
Sadly, I found a dead spider on the floor. I fetched the Sony to photograph it. Is this an indication of a Weevil-Counter attack and their murdering of this innocent creature? Or, is it that the spider was out to eat them, and walked over the sprayed Weevil killer? I said a few words over the body and gave him or her a burial in the toilet bowl. R.I.P.
The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness?
To the computer and got yesterdays post updated and sent off to WordPress. The concentration seemed a little better now. I have to say, I thought my recent ailments had gained the upper hand, and I had begun a downward spiral physically and mentally! Although I felt that this months mind-fallibility, misbehaving, pettifogging and shucking were going to be aeviternal.
Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done.
All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect.
I took this photo from the kitchen window and went on CorelDraw to use it as a background as I made up the Thoughts for today graphic.
I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order.
They kept to their word and kindly knocked off a fiver from the cast, for the delivery being so late.
I got a pot if the Morrisons pot porridge.
The light in the kitchen was flashing all the time. I tried turning it on and off a few times, but no luck. I bet the poor souls in their beds opposite the complex will get annoyed by this non-stop on-off flashing of the light, while it is dark anyway.
Pouring the boiled water into the pot was dodgy in the coruscating phosphorence. I poted some water onto my finger, Humph! So I walked into the lit room and filled the tub in there.
The real shame is that the lights have brought on the dizzies now! Oy Vey!
However, I did take eight shots from the same place near the kitchen door. And got a light-flashing and light-off pictures in order first time. Smug Mode Adopted
I went onto the WordPress Reader.
Then I got the ablutions done. Made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. I took a big bag of recyclable waste and took it down with me as I made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumour-mongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where I asked Ballerina and Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden Julie if she would be kind enough to ring the maintenance to inform them of my kitchen lighting problem. Which she kindly did. The bloke told her that all lighting was now the responsibility of the tenants.
I struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.
I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words.
Towards the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned back to take this picture. Still showing Winchester Court on the new signage as being WI__ HESTER COUR_, Hehe!
I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.
It was pleasant to take this route without having to rush, as I usually do when walking to the Doctors, Nurse or the Clinic.
I thought the traffic looked light. Then realised it was later than I would typically have been hobbling down the hill.
I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.
Alackaday! There was no Polish Sourdough bread available today! Ah-well! The chap said when I asked him, that some should be in stock by tomorrow, he hoped. So did I. I also wish I’ll be feeling as good as did at the time, in the morning so I can leg it down to get some. At least I got some Scottish biscuits. I paid the gentleman and departed crossing over the road at the Pelican Lights.
I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.
I stopped to look in the shop windows on my way. I spotted that the Card Shop had some thick, sturdy Notebooks on sale at half-price! I investigated and found them to be most suitable. I think that Lynne mentioned she needed something, so she didn’t have to keep using loose paper. So I got a few of the notebooks. At that price, it would be criminal not to treat her! Haha! Buying them proved to be along job, though. I picked up the books and went into the checkout. I got the right money out ready, and by the time someone came to serve me, I had a long line of customers behind me. Still, I was in no rush, and it looked like the gal helping was on her own. Poor thing!
When I was crossing the end of Trevose Gardens, I found out that the Winwood Heights Winchester Court flats could be seen from where I was.
So I limped down to get a decent picture.
I pressed on and walked up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
At first, there were very few about.
By the time I’d gone up the hill a few hundred yards, people and dogs seemed to appear from nowhere. And many of the dogs made a beeline for my bag to have a sniff and a nosey inside.
I never did work out what it was they smelt that attracted so many to me and my carrier? But I did enjoy fussing and chatting to a few of them. Included in the ‘bag-visiting’ dogs, where a group of three German Shepherds, a Chihuahua, Cairn Terrier a Scottie, two separate Labradors and a Lurcher type dog! I was enjoying myself! Most of the owners spoke to me, many showing surprises at their animal showing interest in me. Great fifteen-minutes walk!
Apart from a dangerous, ignorant, scumbag, knuckleheaded git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist when I entered the park, this was one of the most contented few minutes with the canines, I’ve had in ages.
As I turned the corner at the top of the hill, I made for the Tree Copse, with the intention of walking down through it and getting some camera shots.
But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route.
As I started to walk directly down the gravel path, I took this picture of the complex. Which I thought turned out a half-decent effort. Sometimes this old Sony camera takes better shots than the much newer Lumix, I believe.
When I got inside the lobby. May was sat there, and we had a nattering session, a few laughs as well. During our conversations, many other folks walked through who we greeted and a few we chatted and had a joke with. As it turned out, Lynne came through, and I gave Lynne and May one of the bargain-priced notebooks.
It was a while until I forced myself away, and up to the flat.
It tried the light in the kitchen, I don’t know why, cause it not going to work was it? Haha!
I did the Health Checks and the last of the enoxaparin injections for now anyway, unless the Warfarin level drops again. I updated this blog, then put some of today’s photographs on the Facebook Albums.
Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared.
I made far too much for me to eat. Much of it was left uneaten and thrown away I’m afraid.
However, what I did eat I enjoyed.
Did the Health Checks and made up a mix of spring water and orange cordial and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch an episode of the A-Team, then there were three episodes of Law & Order and two of Hustle all on after each other.
I didn’t get to the end of the first A-Team episode before I’d nodded off! Tsk!
00:15hrs. I woke with the new big bruise on the leg stinging and aching something rotten. Then my concentration changed, and I pondered over the task of moving the flats stuff around in preparation for the visit from the demolition men to install the pipework for the new sprinkler system. Would I make it to the Social Hour today? Will the bruise and feet allow me to walk okay when I get up? Little Inchy is bleeding, ah, no signs of nocturnal nibbling. Eventually, my wandering brain returned, to the moving the things around problem, so much did it concentrate on this, that I decided to get up straight away and get the computer on to check the Google Calendar for the timings. Despite the Clinomania that hovered in my mind.
I extracted my obeast stomach-supporting body from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, without much bother. As soon as I stood up, the new bruise let me know its displeasure. I’m still not convinced this is a bruise. The type of pain it gives are nothing like the ones the multitude of other bruises gives me? But if Dr Vindla says it is, then it must be.
First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged!
As I got up to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, the new bruise gave me more stick and pain than I thought it should be doing. And during the evacuation, I felt Dizzy Dennis trying to issue me some hassle, but only very mildly. I do not need him to kick off again like last night. Else my brain will end up being useless to me. Not that it is all that concentrated or useful as it is. Hehe! Tsk!
I got the Health Checks done next.
Now I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?
Still, not complaining. The fear of Dizzy Dennis returning, this dang bruise making walking difficult, and the feet are top of my worry list this morning. Of course, things can change in an instant. Hehehe!
The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. Once again, the spider-veins had mysteriously moved and changed colour and or positions.
The bruise came out looking like a scar on this photo? It doesn’t look anything like so severe to the eye, just the lens of my old Sony camera?
I got with this blog, so I could record things while still fresh in my head.
Then went on to finalise the Wednesday Woes post. Then I made a blog page of Tim Price’s Brilliantly written and composed song titled: “Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham” This one is with the correct lyrics. I made a mess of the ones I put in my previous blog. Sorry Tim, now you’ve saved the day by giving me the proper wording, I couldn’t wait to get it posted! Cheers, Mate!
I was so pleased with myself in getting it done correctly, at last, I held on to a wee-wee for a while, as I finished it off – Oh dear! Boy am I suffering now! Agony seems the most suitable word! Hehe! Why am I laughing? Still, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun are leaving me alone.
I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea.
I’d like to give a tip for anyone making one of these pots for their brekkers. Don’t squeeze the tub too hard when you pour in the boiling water. Tsk! Klutz!
Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad.
Some snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now.
I got the ablution sorted next. A stand-up wash, with it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours.
These throwaway Bic razors are getting blunted quick lately? Humph!
I ran out of shaving foam and had a search for the spare one. Took me a few minutes to find the new one.
I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?
Also, I didn’t see a single, not one I say! Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle (EIBWBBB) anywhere!
I’d finished the ablutions with time to spare before the hour for the Morrison Delivery arrived. (0830 > 0930hrs). They may be late with the snow perhaps.
09:30hrs, no Morrison delivery yet? I went through the bag to make sure I had all the prizes, nibble, etc. there.
About 09:50hrs, the landline light lit up. It was the poor old Morrison delivery driver saying he’d be arriving in about ten minutes. Which he did. He’s been stuck on the A453 in traffic, and it took him an hour to travel a mile and a half! There are a lot of roadworks going on in that area. True to his work he arrived when he said he would. I have to say, they couldn’t help the traffic, yet they knocked £5 off of my bill and sent me a free can of light ale in with the order, and a sample of six mini-bottles apple juice; which will be nice for me to take the medications with.
I hastened to get the fodder stored away, put the light ale in the bag for an extra nibble for whoever fancied it at the Winwood meeting. Grubbled about checking things were left safe, and off to what was left of the Social Hour.
It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though.
By the time I got into the hut, there was precious little time left for me to socialise much.
My arrival was not one of the best I’ve had. I’d missed the raffle etc. too. I got the nibbles handed out, but no time to natter much, the box went round and came back almost emptied, but I didn’t get the usual opportunity to take it around and have a gossip as I did so. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Gaynor, May, Doreen, Beryl, Frank, William, BJ, John and others were all deep in their conversations. But they did seem content enough bless them. And a few laughs were heard, which satisfied my complaisant nature. I had a job getting anyone to take the can of light-ale, Frank obliged me in the end.
As some of the clan left, I got a much-needed chance to have a chinwag with one or two of my amazing fellow-residents at last. Which really made my day, even though it was me who did most of the talking.
When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me.
I made some overly-well-buttered sandwiches with the last of the polish bread. Tomatoes and the German smoked ham, with the thick crust having cheddar and a few drops of Hoisin sauce on it. Some salad, egg, apple sliced, too. A Limoncello dessert to end with. I must resist this in future!
An A-team episode was on the TV. After watching this, I was determined to make a start on the spare room sorting.
But I fell asleep instead: and didn’t wake up for hours and hours. Tsk!
23:25hrs: After an amazingly, as far as I can recall, dreamless, uninterrupted long sleep, I woke feeling good (Honestly!)
But the brain activated and linked with the body, and the panicking began! The fears, worries, apprehensiveness, and forebodings filled the fretful mind. I felt the blood from Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and Duodenal Donald kicked off with his stabbing pains. Well, this put paid to the feeling well! Haha!
Next, I involuntarily passed wind, so I had to remove my overly-gross body from the £300 second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as I could manage.
The pain from the bruise at the top of the leg joined Duodenal Donald and Little Inchy as chief pain-suppliers, as I limped to the wet room.
The evacuation was one of the messiest ever, almost fluid and it took ages to clear. Cleaning things up after the motion, and the wee-wee’s started… A new type today. Not: SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) – LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) or an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee), oh no! This time I had the first of so many LWPPWWs (Long Weak Powerless Painfull Wee-wees) All of the dozens of wee-wees I had today were of this mode. Some took that long, I read a bit of the book while I waited. Tsk! To make things worse, the treating and stopping of the lesions bleeding were most uncomfortable! And, the mystery bruise on the leg top stayed bothersome every time I walked on it. Oy Yey!
Please assume that from here on in, the LWPPWWs were suffered throughout the day. But they seemed to get far less as the evening arrived. (Phew!)
Eventually, I got the Health Checks done.
Apart from the weight, I thought things looked fine.
I took the medications. Made a brew of tea, an LWPPWW, and got the computer on. The NHS had sent me a multi-a4 paged questionnaire to fill in a week or so ago, and I hadn’t got around to it. Yesterday they sent me a reminder. I found it could be done on the internet, so thought I’d better get it sorted.
It took a while, but at least its completed now.
Thus, I have got one less thing to tease the guilty tormented brain with.
The tea had gone cold of course, so I made another small mug. Then had another LWPPWW. By the time it had finished, this mug of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!
I took this photo from the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows that need more cleaning and cannot be reached to do so. I was lucky to catch the moon, as it was showing through a little hole in the clouds.
I used this as a backdrop for my morning thoughts graphic that I made up next on Coreldraw.
Back to the Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit.
Still, I got a few pages of the book read.
I just had a thought… (No don’t laugh, Hehehe!) If the Fire Alarm goes off today (Not that I can hear it without the hearing aids in, Tsk!), it’ll be handy. Cause the chances will be I’ll be in the middle of an LWPPWW when it activates, and this could come in handy on my way out if I come across any fires? Hahaha!
I checked the leg situation while in the wet room.
New papsules, spider veins far less in number (I wonder where they go?), Fluid a lot less I think. New and old bruises and pot-marks.
How come the hairs that disappeared when I started on the Furesomide have returned so quickly, but only on the top half of the legs?
The worst thing is that mystery bruise on the inside of the left leg that I thought might be an abscess. But Dr Vindla tells me it is only a bruise. How come such intense pain comes from it, but only when I’m walking? None of the many other bruises are giving me any grief?
Oh, dearie me! Duodenal Donald has gone up a gear pain-wise now. Now I remember I forgot to ask the Dr yesterday if I could have some more effective medications to counter the pains. I’ll take an extra Omeprazole 40mg capsule. These are for my gastroesophageal Roger Reflux disease and sticking valve as well as the ulcer. But I’m sure it will do no harm in my taking an extra one.
I got on with creating this days post.
I just got an email from the surgery. Next Tuesdays appointment for the blood test is for 11:00hrs. Crap! Late for me, that is, but still, Hey-Ho! On a downer now!
I started to update the Tuesday blog – It was a long slog – Then off again to the bog!
Went on the WP comments.
Dizzy Dennis just paid a visit, and now I feel as if everything requiring thought or logic is beyond me. Confused and nervous, sad innit! I think it might be some flashing photos I looked at on Facebook, they can bring on the dizzies and attacks sometimes.
I’m struggling here. Get a grip man!
I think I’ll take a break here and have a good cuppa, quietly.
Oh, I’d better not yet, I’ve got to go and see Lynne, cause I’ve already forgot what needs doing for the plasters and electricians coming tomorrow. Dare not ask someone, in case they arrive early.
Failing fast here. Better get the ablutions done in case I collapse, don’t want my dirty socks on in the ambulance. Heheh! Get the scrubbing up done and then go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.
Be back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window.
Change of plans again! A man called at the door, he needs to drill holes through the outer wall, so the men tomorrow can get their cable through. I got the ablutions tended to while he made the hole. The sink actually shook, and the shaving water rippled, while he was drilling! Hehe!
I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done.
Got some black bags made up to take to the waste chute on the way out. But forgot to take them with me! Klutz!
I check things to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. But still went out without the mobile phone! Tsk!
Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.
However I did see Nora in the lobby, and we had a little natter and a laugh, which I think we both enjoyed muchly.
Down in the elevator, and out into the light drizzle that greeted me.
I waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.
No residents in the room. So, no Lynne. But, Riechsführeress and Ballet dancer Warden Julie was in her room. I explained about my not recalling about things needed for me to do in preparation of the Thursday visit. I said: I think I need to move everything out of the hallway, and all the stuff to the far wall in the spare room. Could she ask Lynne, if she sees her if this is right? If not could she let me know, please? I can’t tell you her answer of course, as I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. But she said she would if she sees her. I thanked her and being as I was feeling a bit better still, I set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.
It was a heck of a grind my getting up that hill. I had to keep stopping to rest to let the feet ease, and then to catch my breath a few times.
Still, it gave me a chance to take this photograph of the road junction on Winchester Street.
As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.
My visit to the Aldi Store, and was indeed one with a difference. 1) I was almost knock-over by someone trying to reach in front of me to get some bread. All I got was a ‘Tut’ from the young man. 2) I got a trolley run into me clouting my ankle. And the lady and her three children just carried talking between themselves and wandered off! 3) A member of staff shelve-filling at a frenzied pace in the freezer hit my shoulder with his elbow – I don’t think he even knew he’s done it, no response from him. 4) The cashier was patient with me as I packed my by bags as fast as I could. No sneers or deriding looks from her.
Four Firsts there, for sure!
I paid and came out with some nibbles for the Social Box, German baked smoked sliced ham. Mini-potatoes. Jelly babies. Streaky smoked bacon. Vine tomatoes. Passata. Pots of porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.
I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I passed the bus shelter.
The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats.
I thought the sky looked remarkably beautiful with the sun trying to get through to the left gave it the final touch, don’t you think?
As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe!
I made sure the brolly was at the bottom of the bag, just in case.
With pained feet, I pressed on.
No stopping on the way down! As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took a series of pictures.
As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet.
In the lobby was sat May. I sat next to her, and we had a good chinwag and laugh for a few minutes. She saw the sourdough baguettes and her face lit up – so I insisted on her having one. Bless her cotton socks.
We said our farewells and I was off up to flat.
Another sudden change in my situation: An almighty visit from Dizzy Dennis! Oy vey!
I sat down for a few minutes, then got the oven warming up and put the fodder away.
Got the nosh served up, but I was not interested in eating really, so left a fair bit of it.
The bruise on the leg started hurting, and another visit from Dizzy Dennis convinced me to just sit down and pray for sleep to come.
I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes.
Washed the pots and took this photograph from the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows in the kitchen.
The rain had turned to drizzle as it petered out.
Bit of a blank-spot here. I must have had a bad dizzy or something, cause I can’t recall anything from here until I woke up in the morning.
23:25hrs. I stirred into ersatz life and lay there deliberating over my situation, and taking in the thoughts with the mind in a calm, nonbelligerent mood. I could recall no dreaming, nocturnal nibbling or, and this is the best one… no bleeding from either the front or back! I remembered (I say remember, it was when I saw my sign about it hanging over the TV screen), the appointments with the Doctor and Nurse starting at 0720hrs. The brain did get a tiny bit of angst when it recalled that the destruction make-as-much-mess-they-can engineers will be calling to ruin the carpets and leave the maximum amount of dust spread as far as possible from the drilling as they can manage.
Physically, I thought things were doing fine, apart from Duodenal Donald lingering in the background and the rumbling innards, I was pleased.
Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk!
The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived rather urgently. A good job I responded straight away, else I definitely would not have made it in time! Phew! A messy semi-liquid affair.
Oh, great I thought. The Furosemide swollen legs, the abscess, the wee-weeing. And now the trots have joined Duodenal Donald in making me feel so nervous! Combine these worries with the fact that I have to go out on a 40-minute walk to the surgery for blood tests and see the Doctor about the Furesomide side-effects and tell her about the trots and beg for some more effective ulcer medicine or tablets, oh, and see if the pain is an abscess or a blood clot!
No doubt about it, the pain wholly dissipated when I am sat down, the moment I’m back on the feet it starts giving me grief.
Every morning something new for me fret about and get in a stew! Oy Vey is mir!
A lot of cleaning up needed after the evacuation. Had a rinse and thought I’d better start anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!
Before I got the Health Check things ready, I put the kettle on and got the old Sony camera out and took some photographs of the legs.
Some new vein patterns again, and I think some others have disappeared? But less fluid now.
I took a zoomed in shot of the problem area on the left leg.
It came out more explicit than I could have hoped for, and I’m not so sure it is an abscess, now. What it is, I just don’t know. As I sit typing this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.
I still think someone should pay to have free access to my warped, fluid-filled, unbalanced, Furosemide affected legs for experimentation… Someone from the medical profession? Hahaha! You’d think they would slip me a bit of cash to leave the legs to them when I snuff it. BUPA perhaps?
02:00hrs already now, and I’ve just got around to doing the Health Checks, Humph!
Things looked okay to me with the results.
I wish other concerns would be better, though. I’m dreading the walk to the surgery. The wee-weeing seemed to be getting a less often, but that is because when I took the medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages?
The picture I snapped from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, revealed the heavy clouds in the sky, that hid the moon and stars. Again, I was pleased with the old Sony camera result.
I could hear a clanking/rattling noise suddenly. It stayed for five minutes or so. But I could not find the source of it, so annoying!
I got the Monday post finalised and sent off to WordPress.
I decided, being as I noted I was out of the better toilet rolls (Or perhaps I could not find them, such is the mess in the spare room, Shame-Mode Adopted), I’d add some toilet rolls to the Morrisons order for Thursday. I found they had 9-roll packs on offer reduced to £3 from £3-50, so I ordered one. I also noticed they had vegetarian cocktail sausages from £2.50 down to £1 and added one to the order. But the best was, they offered a pack of ‘Six cartons or bottles of Honest Organic Kids Ever After Juice Drinks’ as a freebie! No idea what they are other than apple flavour, but I bet someone at the Social Hour will fancy them for the grandkids mayhaps?
Another immediate call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and nearly escaped of its own accord! Luckily, I was sat down at the time. I had to take blocking actions before I could risk getting to the wet room. Lid up, bum down and out it flowed before I made contact with the porcelain, almost liquid! All done in about ten seconds at most! What a messy session again! And Duodenal Donald started to kick off as I bent down to clean the bowl afterwards. I felt adequately embarrassed, discomfited and self-conscious of the mess I was in.
And as I said before, I’m feeling most apprehensive of getting through the 40-minute hobble to the surgery without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops!, and getting back as well. Should any escapages from the front or rear happen, the PPs (Protection Pants) will prove ineffective… of dear, I am feeling worse now after working that one out. I feel hesitant, indisposed, nervous, almost afraid to go out, but must visit the Doctor for help with these problems. What else can I do? Tsk, bother and Harrumph!
I got the mushroom in the crock-pot. Then, I stopped everything and got the ablutions tended to. By the time I’d finished the cleaning up session, I felt a lot better in myself. Duodenal Donald had eased off, and the rumbling innards reduced a slight gurgling now and then. Also, the wee-wees had reduced in quantity and frequency. Yeehaa! I reckon if I leave here by 0630hrs, I should get to the surgery on time for 0720hrs… ah, maybe not, what if the abscess or whatever it is, slows my hobbling down… Mmm… I’ll try to time it to leave at 0615hrs then.
It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors.
A new layout on the route. The lads had begun to build the bus turn around point. So, we must all remember to walk on the right now. Not the left.
To the end of Chestnut Walk, and down Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road.
By gum, I was getting a move on.
The pain from the leg amazingly departed, and my rate of knots increased somewhat!
Near the surgery, I took this photograph of some flowers on a hedge to a house.
I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)
I got into the surgery and logged on with the receptionists and sat down, getting the crossword book out, and had a failed session on the puzzles.
A few minutes later Dr Vindla came and tapped my shoulder as she said sternly to me; “Are you coming in then!” I assumed she had called my name and I’d not heard it. I rushed in and sat down. I mentioned that I am feeling tired all the time. “Yes, but how are the legs?” I showed the mark to her telling her how bad it was earlier, but now there was no pain. (I did feel such a fool!) No reply, as she had a grope of the legs. Making me jump. “Much better!” Then she told me I could keep on to the Furosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!
Back to the seat, and Nurse Nichole appeared and fetched me to her treatment room. I managed to have a little natter as she took the blood, but not much. I thanked her and handed some nibbles, departed and dropped some bits off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.
The traffic had got much busier now.
I took a picture in Carrington and then one in Sherwood as I almost power-walked the route back home.
I was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.
As I turned onto Marshall Street, I had to stop to avoid treading in some Nottinghamian Street Art. No doubt created and deposited my some alcoholic who, as many of us have done in the past, and they thought it would be a good idea to get a takeaway, after a jolly-good session on the plonk.
Walking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise.
I stopped and hobbled a little way up Cavendish Vale, to take this shot of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe to the left and Winchester Court on the right. The new Obergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower.
I carried on, despite the pain of the feet, at a good steady pace. And took this photo at the junction of Winchester STreet that goes up to the flats, and turns into Mapperley Rise on the right.
A little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art.
I can’t remember seeing it earlier when I walked down. But of course, it was much darker then.
As I reached the top of the road, many delivery lorries for Willmott Dixon were around.
Not that it mattered, but I had to wait a few minutes while the drivers had to manoeuvre their lorries around to find somewhere to park without blocking the traffic. Not an easy task.
But Incharge Ian was at hand to assist them. Heck of a job for him, but seemed content enough and he was smiling.
When I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!
I was smiling to myself as Brigadeführeress Warden Deans passed by. We had a mini-natter and a laugh about the signs missing digits. Haha!
I made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.
As I got in the foyer, I managed to have another chinwag with two residents sat in there. I checked in the laundry room, and the machines were available. So, up to the flat to get the washing down and done.
When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself.
I’d left at around 06:30hrs, hobbled into Carrington, saw the Doctor, had the blood taken by delightful Nurse Nichole, walked all the way back taking photographs as I did, and still it was only 08:45 hours? Am I going potty or what?
I gathered the laundry and accoutrements needed and went down to the laundry room. I had a smashing natter with a man and woman sat in the lobby. A hello from Cyndy as she passed through to catch the bus. Into the room and got the washer going.
On the way back up in the lift, I discovered some more Nottinghamian Artwork on the wall of the elevator cage. No idea what it was, but it didn’t look nice. Hehe!
I took another zoomed-in picture and placed it on top of the button panel in the graphic. But it didn’t come out any clearer for identificationalisationing purposes.
Suddenly the leg started to hurt again? I got the computer on and started to update this blog. Then down to the laundry room to move the clothes to the dryer. Had another good nattering session this another two residents in the foyer. I’m enjoying this! So much after I’d moved the washing into the spinner thingy and wiped the drum, I stayed downstairs while the dryer did its thing. And got a few words in with some passing residents again.
Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment.
Got the cleaned clobber away in the airing cupboard, and pressed on with the updating of this post. Accompanied with the banging and drilling from workers doing the installation prep work for the fitting of the sprinklers.
Checked the mushrooms and they were ready. So I moved them into a saucepan with some tomatoes with extra passata.
The blooming bruise on the leg is now worse than this morning. How can it disappear when I’m at the Doctors and come back now, with a vengeance? Humph!
Got some bacon in the oven, to add to the tomatoes and mushrooms, and digest with some of the Polish sourbread. Yum-yum! I hope.
Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up.
Tasty, very tasty! The Polish Bread from the Post office shop was great!
Aha! There was an A-team showing on the TV. So I settled to watch it before cleaning the pots… which never got done, because I nodded off at the first commercial break!
23:45hrs. I stirred into imitation life and realised that for two hours or so. I’d have a dream, wake up and think about it, (even scribbled some notes about the odd one on the notepad), nodding off again, another dream, more pondering over it… repeatedly! I can only get details from these scrawled notes, there were three pages of writing, but much of it ineligible. The detailed memories of the phantasms are vague or non-existent.
Dreams from the notepad:
Being chased in an abandoned building – many floors – ogres – women.
Boat on a canal – frothy brown water – drowning – underground cave.
In a trench – fingers kept falling off, put them back on – Gunfire?
Unreable scrawl on notepad!
Past mistakes and bad choices – tormenting – embarrassing – Cadets & TA.
Heaven – arguing – Stalin – ambulance – ejected back to earth – blood.
Young again – romantic moments – flowers – my motorbike – boxing – squash – badminton – bungee jumping – Suzie – school – cane and strap – Christine – the Meadows – Dad – Guilt.
I became aware of the need for me to take a wee-wee. But it was nothing like the last few days. Not such urgency, pain, power or panic about the activity. I was back to the standard SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) for the moment at least. Yet, when I rose and tried to put on the slippers, the legs still held plenty of fluid, and any leg lifting was painful. The need to us the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. The wee-wee was so short, it surprised me. (They remained like this, and oh, so frequent, they stopped me from daring to go out on a long hobble, Grumph!)
The legs were stiffened and a little harder to use? The fluid content, as you can see, unevenly distributed. Why this was so, I didn’t know. But, there you go! Hohoho!
I did note that the hairs had gone from the lower legs now, just like they did when I first started retaking the Furosemides. Like the ones on the stomach that disappeared last week. The pot-marks, papsules, swelling and depressions, blemishes, vein-graphics, lumps, ridges, bruises, the boil, Stasis ulcer, and the ‘Arthur Itis lives here’ eruptions on the knees, were all indicative of getting old, I suppose. Hey-ho!
Also, there was just the one EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) found in the wet room. Have the cunning little beasts got reinforcements who are doing a recce of the flat? Why are they still alive in this cold weather? Are there thousands of eggs in their hidey-holes in the window plastering and shower drain? Ready to give life to more of them, another invading army? My brain seemed to be imperseverant to the problem. Although, this morning the mind seemed like a composite of yonderly, acceptance and cerebricity, with a touch of lackadaisicalness lurking in the grey-cells.
Another SSWW, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I took this picture from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window, using the old Sony camera.
Not bad I thought. I’d forgot just how slow the old gal is.
I got all the equipment gathered to do the Health Checks.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. The new thermometer also operated immediately.
It all went smoothly and without any hassle.
Apart from my discovering I had missed last nights medications by falling and staying asleep for so long. Tsk!Made a brew and took the medicines for this morning, along with the Warfarin and Simvastatin from last nights quota. I did not repeat any of the medications of course. Had an SSWW. Then on the computer, to get the record updated for last week and this check.
Duodenal Donald came on while I was doing this. My EQ told me things might, no, would, get worse with Donald later. I knew this when the pain became like a droning one straight away. This usually indicates he is settling in to give me some nasty grief. I took a good swig or two of the antacid medication the doctor gave me. Although I knew the results would be derisory, impotent and ineffective, the hopes of getting just some relief, prompted me.
It dawned on me, how long I had spent in the £300 second-hand recliner last night. Eight or nine hours methinks, a long time for me. Mind you, most of the time I was dreaming, waking, thinking… dreaming waking, thinking… Tsk!
Before updating the Sunday post, I made an early start on this blog, to get down the memories such as they are, of the dreams recorded.
Then on to doing the Sunday’s updating. During which I found a fantastically humorous and clever song from my mate Tim Price, who lives in New Mexico. Cunningly written and sung to cover my marathon hobbles. He’s titled it “Inchcock’s Wanderings While Wandering,” the words are here too! Nothing short of Brilliant! Here it is:
Inchcock’s Wonderings While Wandering
Key of C
Each morning there’s light out there, Someone is in despair? Someone washing his own hair? Alcoholics here and there?
Up there, a plane in the air? A shoplifter in his lair? Perhaps a millionaire’s heir? Old chap sleeps in recliner chair?
There’s a vicar with a prayer? Someone eats a cream eclair? Old folks playing solitaire? Hearing burglars downstairs?
Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham. Streetlights shining on the sidings what do all those house lights have to hide?
Someone’s even happy somewhere? With Cocaine a necessaire? Street-sleeper, future billionaire? Admits to voting for Tony Blair?
A Christian reciting the Lord’s Prayer? Looking for a policeman full of despair? Some of them might be out there Taking in the night air
Someone with a cupboard bare? Stealing cars, phones, a Frigidaire? Some in places don’t want to be there? Loyal abstainers or having an affair?
Someone battling nasty spyware? Someone short on his bus fare? A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear? Singing Be my Teddybear??
A mugger waiting in a thoroughfare? Terrorists planning guerrilla warfare? Someone trimming armpit hair? Politician changing his nom de guerre?
So many bodies, minds in disrepair? Voters for Brexit, they all swear! Nothing in Brexit’s fair-and-square! Have we all gone as mad as a March hare?
Someone battling nasty spyware? Someone short on his bus fare? A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear? Singing ♫Be my Teddybear♫?
A mugger waiting thoroughfare? Terrorists planning guerrilla warfare? Someone trimming armpit hair?
Politician changing his nom de guerre?
So many bodies, minds in disrepair? Voters for Brexit, they all swear! Nothing in Brexit’s fair-and-square! Have we all gone as mad as a March hare?
Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.
I’m tickled pink with it! Cheers, Tim.
I went on to Facebooking on the albums and TFZer site.
Then onto the WordPress reader pages.
I’ll risk a walk into Sherwood, I think. To get bread and some Highland Shorties. Better get the ablutions done.
Got the cleansing done, and enjoyed the shower, even though an Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle crawled up my foot. The water and soap didn’t seem to phase him at all? Huh!
I got three black bags made up and down the rubbish chute, then took a big bag of recyclables down with me.
Smashing nattering session and laugh with Olive and Lynne when I got down to the lobby. Handed the caretaker, who was surprisingly his mobile phone, the bag for recycling. (Sarcasm-Mode-Engaged) Hehe!
There were no signs of any Willmott Dixon lads working as I walked along Chestnut Walk and called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to est while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
Had a quick chat with Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Deana. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. And with Mary, who was sat looking a little dejected, bless her, as she waited for the bus to arrive.
As I plodded down Winchester Street Hill, I espied some chappies in high-vis jackets using Road-distance measuring wheels. I wonder what is going to take place, They had some warning signs in on display, and a hole or two with barriers around them.
I got the bottom and turned left up Hood Street and right down Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road.
I came across a classic display of Nottinghamian Street Art. Now this, ought to be in the Tate Gallery!
A blend of a well used charcoal BBQ, electrical light casings and a mystery timer or heater. I bet Thomas on the TFZ site will know what it is or was. I’ll post this picture later on to the Facebook site.
I plodded forward to the end and turned right and called at the International Food Centre. I wasn’t pleased to see that the Council had supplied places for the Pavement Cyclist to lock the bikes against outside the shop. Humph! You remember this shop, the one that tries to over-charge, or short change me so often; I’ve come to expect and accept it! I came out with a large jar of pickled mushrooms, a ridiculously priced small continental loaf (£1.49), and a tin of garden peas. I annoyed the lady by giving her the right money, thus avoiding her short-changing me. Smug-Mode Engaged!
As I came out of the shop, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, veered across the Pelican Lights. But I missed the git with the camera; I was too late. Klutz!
But I did catch three shops in a row, every one of them now closed down. I zoomed in and took another shot of them.
So sad, to see so many of these businesses going bankrupt.
I think the Cafe was open last week. All their hopes and dreams shattered!
I turned in the other direction and crossed over the road and up the hilly Mansfield Road up to the, what I call; ‘The Shop with No Name!’
When the Post office closed down and moved into operating at the back of his store, Abdul just left the new Post Office Signs up, and he took his own down.
I bought the Highland Shorties, a can of spray cream. Some balsamic vinegar crisps and something I didn’t realise he sold – Polish Continental Bread. A large sliced loaf, for less than I had just paid for a small one! Of course, will mean a struggle to get in into the overfull freezer when I get back. Humph!
I crossed over the lights to the other side of the road and called into the Wilko shop.
I came out having purchased some Fragrance Boost for the laundry and bins and a nasal decongestant spray. I noticed two different packaging on the freshener. A close look revealed that the older design of the made in Spain ones, had been replaced with a newer one, that is made in China now. Paid the lady the £5.59 owed for the goods, and exited the shop.
I began to make my way up the hill to the bus stop. There are a Mind and an Oxfam charity shop immediately next to the Wilko, and I thought, being as I a had plenty of time before the bus is due, I’d call in to see if either of them had a Negotiator or John-Q DVD. I call in these regularly, but as yet without any luck. Hello… the Oxfam shop had a copy on sale! So I bought it. At last! Haha!
As I left the store, no less than three of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists belted by me at speed down the hill!
I was so annoyed at them, I shouted out, but they were so going so quickly, I don’t think they heard me. In the photo, they almost out of site. Still, live and let live eh? Even to the contemptuous, sanctimonious, bullying, arrogant, rampallian, intimidating, dangerous, intransigent, vicious, belligerent, abrasive, disrespectful, self-centred, antagonistic, terrifying to the elderly, hard of hearing, blind, pensioners and thoughtless law-breaking Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists!
Made my way up to the bus stop. Where a few things of interest took place or were spotted!
Caught the bus up to the flats.
Lynne and Olive were there, Olive doing her laundry, Lynne to see how the messy installations were going. We had another gossip and laugh.
When I got up and out of the lift doors into the lobby area:
I’m dreading them coming on Thursday to do my apartment.
Health checks sorted.
Much noise of drilling from the flats around me. My turn to suffer on Thursday. I must ask Lynne about what needs moving before they come, cause I’ve forgotten, Tsk!
Updated this blog.
Got the seasoned beans with sausages and continental bread dished up.
Ate it all up, put the tray on the next chair and drifted off to sleep – where I stayed for hours until I woke up realising I had not taken the evening medications. Twit!
23:50hrs. Once more, I woke with an entirely altered and different outlook and health condition than of the previous morning. I found my physical fettle alrightish, but the mental side was a little fragile, seemed to be psychoactive. Fretful, angstful, restless, all of a dither. Actively searching for something to worry over, fear or give me concern? Luckily, once again the SSPWW (Short=Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) pulled me out of my clinomania and mind-warping terrors!
I exited the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within seconds and took the three paces to the emergency grey tub, and painfully relieved myself. It had to be a forbearing exercise this time. For things flowed and flowed… and flowed. Not as powerfully as of late, but for so much longer!
Just as things were coming to an end, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was able to avoid dropping the tub thankfully. I got it back down on the floor. Then I needed to hold on to the door for a few seconds as the dizzies slowly eased. I understood that this problem may well be caused by the Furosemide side-effects.
More hassle next!
I realised that Litte Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding away as I’d wee-wee’d. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! What next!
Off to the wet room to try and medicated and clean things up. I had used the last of the 2.5% Hydrocortisone cream. Ululation-Mode-Adopted! I used the tube of 1%, but have little confidence in its effectiveness. I don’t mean to kvetch, folks, but may be forced into it if things don’t start getting better soon! Tut-tut! Another wee-wee was taken while in the wet room. From here on, they seem to have returned to the shorter but more frequent mode. As they did yesterday. Had a rinse and disinfected contact points, taps, WC, handles etc.
Guess what I found as I was leaving the wet room? A rather large and alive EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) I had hoped I’d seen the last of these! He kindly posed for me to take this photograph, then suddenly he/she was off down the shower grate like a flash! It appeared to have longer legs than the other earlier ones. This weevil indeed moved much faster than any I’ve seen before, and I have seen thousands of them in the flat over the last year? As someone said: Perhaps Nottingham City Homes could make money out of these. They must be full of protein, we could sell them to a laboratory, Far-Eastern fast-food outlet or somewhere? Hehehe!
Had another SSPWW as I went to check on the recliner area. (Thank heavens for that grey bin!) I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but I did note the tray with the dish cutlery on from last nights meal. So I removed it to the kitchen sink and got them washed up. Another Grey-Bin-Wee-wee!
Finally, I’d got around to getting the Health Checks done!
Things looked a little lower in with the SYS & DIA, the pulse is up a bit, which is good I think. Got the medications taken, wondering what will happen with the wee-weeing now I’d imbibed the morning Furosemide. I soon found out. I put the kettle on, and by the time it had boiled, I had to make a dash for the Grey-Wee-Wee-Bin! On this single release, I thought the day would be gone before the flow stopped! I had a vision of them having troubles at my cremation as I leaked and put the fire out! Hahaha!
Amidst all the morning troubles, the mind going potty… finding the new breed of giant weevil, Dizzy Dennis’ attack, Inchies Lesion bleeding, the wee-weeing and having just clouted my knee against the cabinet in the kitchen, I found myself humming ‘Silent Night’ to myself? Possibly a mix of old age, deliration, dementia, and mental derangement, I imagine.
I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a tiny welt from the knee-banging, and much rescaping and reshaping of the surfaces had taken place since the last check. Definitely, a lot more misshaped knobblier appearance today.
The distribution of the retained fluid, not so much now, but it was still the top half of the legs with the higher content. The blue marks from yesterday, had vanished? Inevitably, blood and fluids flow downwards, don’t they? If I were an American, I’m sure some biology laboratory would have paid me to examine them. The moon’s surface comes to mind. Haha!
At last, I got around to updating the Saturday blog, finished it and got it sent off to WordPress. (With only about five Wee-wees needed, too!)
Made a start on this post, got up to here and felt a bit peckish. Went to make a pot of porridge, but I had none left. So I had a pot noodle. Watch a YouTube thingy while I ate it.
Worked on CorelDraw, to make some headers for the series. Started the nosh preparations.
Did the Health Checks and suddenly I didn’t feel too good. Duodenal Donald was giving signs of his intentions. Alack! I thought this might affect my appetite, but no! I gobbled up the meal, meat pie, tomatoes and cheesy mashed potatoes, followed by a limoncello. A rating of 9.55/10 for this effort!
I was incapable of doing much now, and got down in the chair and just drifted off.
But things turned a little bothersome, as the dreams kept coming and coming… but any rest (Tut-Tut!) Did not! Oy Vey! – So early, this was the end of my day!
00:30hrs. Another different awaking mood this morning. I was in a ‘Sod-it-I-Can’t-Win, so why bother!’ Mode. I lay there atop of the £300 second-hand recliner and spotted some bits of mushrooms and cheese on the carpet that I had missed when cleaning up from last nights disastrous falling asleep while eating. And I seem unperturbed by this? Normally, I would have verbally ostracised myself for being so incapable.
I suspect that as I age, I think I am sensing sadness and weltschmerz at the way things are going on earth?
I got the idea and urged to do a funny ode about the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), or rather the sudden lack of them. This thought had lodged firmly into my challenged brain.
I got free of the £300 second-hand 1970 built rickety recliner, with complaints only from the knees this morning. I was forced to grab for the disinfected bin for a wee-wee, a short-sharp-painfull one, not a long forceful hose-pipe type one. But I knew I was going to take the medications shortly, and this includes the Furesomide tablet. So things may change in the wee-wee department. (Boy was I to find out how right I was!) I went to empty the tub, then returned it ready for any further use that may be needed, to near the computer.
I sensed great mansuetude in myself this morning. I felt ireless. Even a little apanthropinisational. But why?
Cleaned up the bits on the carpet missed last night, not an easy task with the knees playing up. Then off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.
All was looking good on the Health Check results.
Please take it as said, that the SSPWWs were taken many times throughout the morning and up to around midday when the frequency eased off a little.
I got the computer on and started to compose the little ode to the Weevil Wars Ending.
As I was getting to the end of it, many hours later. The concentration had gone to pot on me. I reckon I spent over six hours on this post, from scratch and including the photographs of course. I also mad a header graphic up to use for this post alone, which took a great deal of time on its own.
I made a very late start on this diary.
The concentration was getting a little worse, so I took a break and got the nosh sorted out. The afternoon seemed to lighten up as I got the fodder from the crock-pot.
Minced lamb, chestnut mushrooms and peas in lamb and mint flavoured gravy. A small wholemeal baguette, to soak up the gravy with. Mmm! And a limoncello dessert for afters.
After eating up all of the meal, I placed the tray on the chair next to the recliner and considered what my actions would be after I had washed up the pots and pans. Not a lot… Zzzz!