Monday 18th February 2019
Welsh: Dydd Llun 18 Chwefror 2019
01:05hrs: Woke up after six hours uninterrupted sleep, feeling a lot better this morning. The customary wee-wee had to be taken, I used the Emergency Stand-by Grey Bin. Which had some content in it, that I could not remember doing? No pain with the releasing of the fluid. In fact, it was a VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee).
The freeing of the horrendously bloated stomached body from the £300, c. 1968 recliner was done with ease. Oh yes! I took the grey bin to the kitchen with me for cleaning and disinfecting. That done, I got out the hypodermic, wax softener, and sphygmomanometer to start doing the Health Checks. I had to nip to the wet room for another wee-wee, again of the VSWWW type. Washed the dandies and wiped the contact surfaces with Dettol, and back to the kitchen and the Health Checking.
Well satisfied with the resulting figures this time.
Well, apart from the high pulse continuing to go up and up. I half-expect that I’ll blow-up at some stage later today. Hehe!
Then I needed to have a third VSWWW!
After which I had a look at the leg wound. I have to say: it looked a lot better. It felt better too!
Yes, it does look like a new growth is coming up to the side of it, but it looks far less tender and vividly coloured. Then I realised that this may be due to the fact that I’d just rested it overnight.
So I resisted getting excited and waited until later when I’d been on the pins a while and make another assessment then. The feeling that I had worms inside the leg continues, but not hurting. It would be so typical of my luck, that by the time I get the appointment for the treatment clinic, it will have gone down! Schlimazel!
Took the medications and updated yesterday’s diary and got it sent off to WordPress.
Went on the WordPress Reader section.
Then I got some cornflakes for breakfast and watched some Youtube clips.
Got the ablutions tended to.
The mystery of the missing toothbrush remains. Good job I held on to an old one.
Got dressed, made sure the camera was taken with me and set off to go to the surgery for the Warfarin Blood test, then to the City Centre to take some photographs from the Nottingham Wheel cage.
I dropped into 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 rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Warden and Opera singer Deana and International Champion Gymnast Warden Julie were working away in the office and holding cell. I paid for my TV licence while I was there. Mind you, with falling asleep so regularly when I try to watch owt on the box,
I’m so glad I now get a cheaper licence. Hehe! Thanked them and set off at a fair pace, to hobble to the Carrington and the nurse.
The walk to the surgery was only hampered by two things. One, Back-Pain Brenda, who eased off when I got to the doctors.
The other, as I got to the crest of the hill on Mansfield Road to go down into Carrington, a 
damned ignorant, antisocial, bullying swine of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist made me jump as the moron shot by me from behind and made me jump. You can see him in the distance here.
Then, moments later, another one of the Pavement Cyclist actually hit me with his handlebar – and this one was pushing his bike on the pavement!
I arrived at the surgery and logged in with the receptionist. Sat down and had a go at the crossword book.
The leg wound thing started to hurt after I sat down? Then the cheering and delightful, uplifting sound of Nurse Nichole calling me to follow her arrived. As she took the blood for the INR test, she kindly explained some of the things I can expect when I eventually get to the medical centre to had the wound/infection looked at, and have the compression socks fitted. She also told me this usually takes two to three weeks after they test the sample. And advised me to keep the current socks pulled up above the wound at all times. I thanked her and handed over the nibble treats. Handed some to the receptionists, said my farewells and out to the bus stop to catch one to town.
I thought it seemed a bit nippier in the City Centre. I made my way straight down Queen Street into Slab Square. Went to the kiosk for the Nottingham Wheel ride, and when I’d paid my £6 Concession fee, I remembered last year and how I struggled to get up the steps and into the cage.Â
I struggled, even more, this time. An attendant chap kindly came half-way down the steps to assist me up. I did feel a fool!
The doorway seemed much narrower than last year… but I was aware it was me who had grown broader and blobbier than last year!
The plexiglass was filthy, smeared. The weak cold sunshine and reflections ruined many of my photographs.
Each time my cage got to the top high up, the winds would blow the cage all about, making steady photograph taking a case of pot-luck, and on some turns up there, impossible!
Still, it made a change.
Here are a few of the resulting photographicalisations wot I took! Hehehe! After having to discard many lousy shots.Â
In the morning, I made a post of all of the pictures taken and sent it off to WordPress. Please click here to see it, I fank you!
I exited the ride and somehow got down the various sets of stairways and onto the Slab Square and terra-firma. Off up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 to arrive.
My mind went into one of its daydreaming-modes. I thought about Sister Jane, and that led to other memories of the old Meadows area of Nottingham. An Oxo cube in the basin for dinner, Dad, school, poor Mr Holmes, Mr Widdowson, Chris Wright, the debt collectors searching for Mother, the tin bath on the train wall outside with the WCs and coal-houses in the yard. Oh yes, the meditation of good and bad times was actually enjoyed. No feeling I was hard done by. As I came out of the daydream…
I noticed the L9 bus pulling away from the bus stop! Klutz! So, I walked down, and fifteen minutes later, I caught the next 40 bus.
Got into the flat, and realised I had not had a wee-wee for hours and hours, and didn’t need one now. This surprised me at first; then I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet.
Hunger now dawned, so I set about making a nosh. A fish meal.
Garden peas, potato nuggets, tomatoes, battered fish sticks, erm, fingers I mean, and some mackerel in the tasty sauce.Â
The last of the milk roll bread to soak up the sauce and make fish finger sarnies to eat. Hehehe!
I took the meal things and washed them up.
The evening sky almost looked like artwork, I thought.
Once again, I planned the TV viewing that I fancied. Why do I bother!
Boon, Pie in the Sky, Law & Order and Sliders.
I didn’t get halfway through Boon before I’d nodded off! I got a bonus when I woke up later and saw the last two minutes of Pie in the Sky, though. Hehe!
Grumph! Hey-ho!
The leg wound was throbbing away like an old Gardner 150 LX diesel engine turns over. A closer inspection revealed that whatever the thing is, is swelling and spreading around the lower leg now, and will soon link up with the original wound. With the sole of the other foot still hurting to walk on, and now this, getting about may prove to be a struggle later. I hope that the Medical Centre, wherever it is, will contact me soon rather than later to have it looked at properly.
All these things were in-between the many persistent SNSWWs of course. 
I got the washing in the machine and then took the recycling bag out to the caretaker’s doorway. 
Mushrooms, parsnips, leeks, carrot and turnips used.
to collect them again. 
enough.
I imagine these were from the poor chap who had passed away. 
I got the togs sorted, folded and into the laundry bag. 
In our ostentatious, extravagantly, decorated, homely, warmth-giving, welcoming lift lobby, at the far end of it, they had sealed up the new tunnel entrance they are erecting, that will lead to the new Extra Care Winwood Court and the Generalfeldmarschalless Warden’s holding-cells and offices, doorway.
Got the nosh sorted. Mushrooms, tomatoes, apple, parsnips, turnips, carrot, leeks, Marmite cheese, mash with onion, and two mini pork & pickle pies. Lemon mousse to follow. 
Which was when I realised I had written the wrong time for the appointment in the morning on the reminder note hanging over the computer screen! Schlemiel! It should have read 0945hrs!
I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees) 
The readings looked okay to me. 
everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.
I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen. 
I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself. 
I now have a new bruise on the right leg though, where I caught it on the Ottoman in my panic to gain access to the Emergency Grey Bucket in time. I also noticed how pale the skin was compared to Thursday morning. Looking at the hands and face, they looked pasty as well.
Mumbling Dean Martin’s ‘June in January’ as I set up the sphygmomanometer.
I got some mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock pot with a spoonful of caramelised gravy granules in the water.
Could yesterday’s ready-made meal be to blame? The label declared it was Cheese & Bacon loaded Fries. Ingredients: Potato (59%), Milk, mature cheddar cheese (6%), Water, Rapeseed, Monterey Jack cheese (2%), Paprika, Garlic puree, smoked bacon lardons (1%), salt, water. And no fewer than eleven other ingredients/preservatives. But, it did taste great! I shall have to resist repurchasing this, just in case.
Got the late nosh sorted. I used one of the divided plastic trays to serve it up in. Odd, how the peas that came with the beef were so colourful, and those I did with the carrots and mushrooms in the crock-pot, so dark. But the home-cooked ones tasted much betterer!
bits in the bin in the morning. Sherlock Inchcock strikes again! 
23:40hrs. As I woke up, the brain was a torrent of many confused thoughts. A breach of the peace of my mind. I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or not, but I was musing over my being in a condemned cell, playing Monopoly with a chap I thought was my executioner. The themes changed, but over the next fifteen minutes or so, I always seemed to come back to the distempered brick walled cell, and my being beaten into Monopoly bankruptcy by the hangman. Who incidentally was wearing a pink hood, while the rest of the visions were in mono? The side thoughts and fears were all involving nerterology of some sort. These mystifying ponderations eventually dissipated into the ether, as a wee-wee was required. Luckily, I scribbled some notes on the pad on the Ottoman. For when it came to my writing this blog, all actual memories of any dreaming had gone, apart from the picture of me in the cell, which I tried to reproduce in the graphic above.
I set off out: the weather was not too cold at all as I plodded down Winchester Street Hill. 
a few wobbles here and there, but they were not proper dizzies, just a loss of balance. Likely due to the blood pressure, and the water retention in the pins.
I left her some nibbles and departed to the receptionist. Left them a box of the chocolate wheels. 
I went into the Lidl store and came out with a fresh ready-made dinner, nibble-box top-ups, crispy onions, tomatoes and a bag of very costly, but classy Swedish, or was it Switzerland made nougat. Which, of course, I will limit myself to eating just one cube a day, and not overdo it, cause it has a lot of sugar in it. Ahem!
This Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by, and I am sure he did not even know or was bothered about how close he came to hitting the lady stood in front of me. Git! 
Dropped off in Sherwood and crossed over the road and met resident Roy doing some window shopping.
As I hobbled along back to the apartment, I took these two pictures. The top one of Winchester Court with Winwood Court on the left in the image.
I felt as if I had had no sleep at all. 
Yet, I perked up a bit when I stubbed my toe on the way to the Porcelain Throne, which made me investigate the tootsie and ankle. Thus, I found that the new welt or whatever it is deemed to be was healing up well. Just in time for me to show it to the doctor in the morning. Huh! 
I took a shot of the morning lights. The photo did not come out very well? 
I stopped doing the blog and got the ablutions done. After which, I got dressed then 
Out into the chilly, blustery breeze along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Holding cells, Winwood Heights, Untersturmführeress 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 rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A good few folks were in there this morning, which please me, cause it meant I could get a few chinwags in. Lynne, Doreen, Roy, Pete, and others. However, Gruppenführeress and Songstress Deana departed as I entered. But Obersturmführeress Ballerina Julie was in the office, having she replied to my inquiry of how she was today, that her loss of voice was improving. As was Penny’s also. So, good news there. 
Out to catch the bus, a decent sized ganglet of residents at the stop today, for a Wednesday. 
A few hundred yards along the top, I passed the vacant car sales property. I saw that the windows, previously boarded up, were now cleared. After looking at some stuff inside and taking this photograph of it, I found myself confused as to what the place might be going to be used for. 
be used for at all, dear readers? 
When I got to the turnoff for Chestnut Walk and the flats, the sky seemed to brighten up a lot, and the howling winds changed to just a chilly breeze. 
Worn-out and tired now. Poor old sausage. 
Last Health Checks and meds were done and sorted. 
The papsules on the ankle seemed to be getting better quickly, now. As I said earlier, just in time for me to see the doctor in the morning. Humph! 
Back to the kitchen, this time spotting the moon outside, that made the view pretty to me. So, I got the old Sony camera (the new Lumix is now getting grey spots on every photo I try to take, Grumph!), and made this photograph. 
The BP seemed to be keeping high lately. 
Took a snap of Willmott Dixon’s Perambulator Paulius as I passed by. 
Out to catch the L9 bus to Daybrook and the Sainsbury store in search of the Marmite biscuits. I chatted with Caroline from the care home at the end of Chestnut Walk on the way. She told me of her holiday she’d just got back from.
around. I inquired of a bloke if they had any of the Marmite biscuits on sale. After he kindly had a look around without finding any on the shelves, he said, no. I got to the self-serve tills with, Lemon Drizzle biscuits, scratchings for the nibble box, Viennese whirls, and a Warburton’s sliced 
milk roll loaf. 
Got into the Asda store and had a good wander around in search of bargains. 
vegetables purchased. Self-indulgence can be very warming to the soul, but annoying to the bank manager! (I might use this on the thought of the day graphicalisation for tomorrow?) Hehe!
natter, he’d just been to Asda as well. 
full it was. But I was too low down to show it how it was.
sorting things out, now. 
I got the lamb stew prepared and on the boil then simmering. Plenty of fresh vegetables with it today. Turnip, parsnip, leeks, tomatoes, carrot and a small tin of marrowfat peas went into the pan with the lean lamb chunks. Seasoned with a drop of distilled vinegar, lamb and mint gravy granules and some tomato passata. A sprinkle of basil added as an afterthought.
heat. Of course, this meant the need for some plan of action to be formulated and actioned, on how not to fall asleep! I reckon all the ingredients must have cost me around £6, which is a lot for a bowl of stew.
The bowl of stew did not look very special or attractive. Not culinarily artistic. And the washing things up afterwards took an aeon! 
As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along. 
Crikey; had the pulse shot-up! 
The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning. 
crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 
I took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along. 
I left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street. 
I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions. 
Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.
I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.
pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!
Got the last Health Checks done.