23:10hrs: I woke and immediately recognised that I felt in good shape physically. No dizzies, shakes, or botherations from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Harry or the Pins (legs). Kidney-Zone-Zorba was the only ache or pain this morning. Amazed I was!
However; my mental cognitivity, psychologically and perhaps psychically, was a little contumacious. The thoughts were wayward and hard to organise or control, regulate, restrain or repress. Usually, after waking, the call to the Porcelain Throne would save me from such hassles, but today, the call came later than it usually would. Tsk!
Out of £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner. Minutes later I was saved the mental torment by a bout of Nonallergic Rhinitis (chronic sneezing), that took my mind off of my mind… if you see what I mean? The need for a wee-wee also helped.
I grabbed the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket: and what a pathetic urinalisation it was too! I spent about twenty-seconds waiting for it to start, then a couple of weak splashes, well, more like dribbles, and it was all over! But it still hurt! I had to give this mode of wee-wee a new acronym. HHPWW (Half-Hearted-Painful-Wee-wee). Hehe!
Off to the kitchen to chop and put the mushrooms in the crock-pot to marinate in water with some Balsamic vinegar added to them, for later.
Oh, a little tip for you all here. Always take the knife you are slicing your mushrooms with, out of your hand if your nose itches! You’re welcome! Tsk!
Then, I went to start the Health Checks. For some unknown-to-me reason, it seems that last night when I was half out of it and did the checks, I’d put the sphygmomanometer back in the wrong drawer? Hey-ho! I found it eventually.
Sys was very high this time. Oy Vey!
The late call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wetroom. All over in seconds and not so messy.
But the accompanying HHPWW, I had to wait several moments for its starting, then it was all over in two seconds! I don’t know if this sudden change in the wees-wees is good or bad?
Checked the pins and pictured them. A few more papsules and spider-veins and the knees looked a bit warped again. But I’m not complaining in the least. The fluid content had gone down very well. I’ve only just noticed, the left knee looked like part of a Dalek or a one-eyed alien from a film, comic or TV, but I can’t place which one. Hahaha!
The only thing that caught me out was when I pulled up the jammie-bottoms and an annoying stinging pain emanated from the right ankle. I carried on cleaning up and went to the front room to take a close look, with the foot on the Ottoman. A very light red sort of, what’s the word, erm… swelling had appeared just above the ankle, above the new blood papsule. Boy, it stung! But I put some Germolene on it, and as long as I don’t catch it, I can’t feel it. The mysteries continue! It’ll be fun when I have to put the sock back on!
Another very short HHPWW was taken. Then I got the clothes stored away that I had left in the bag in the hallway yesterday when I had my funny turn.
I made a brew and got on the computer, to update Saturday’s post. It turned out to be a long job, with my not doing any much, yesterday. Got it sent off.
Made a start on this blog, up to here, and the craving for a mug of strong flavoured tea and some brekkers tool a grip of me. I decided I enjoyed yesterdays Marmite breakfast so much, I’d have the same again today. And jolly-nice it was with the Glengettie cuppa, too!
I remembered that the Winwood Tenants Association meeting is today. I’ll go along, but don’t expect to hear enough to make any valid contributions.
Made up a Morrison order for next week. All done. I had ordered it for Wednesday of course. Cause of the doctor’s making appointments for me for the next two Thursdays, which ruins my chances of getting to Social hour. But it doesn’t bother me! Lie-Mode Engaged!
Got the ablutions done and readied myself for the hobble 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, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin shed, to the Tenants meeting. I did health checks and medication taking.
Hobbled along Chestnut Walk to the cabin, to find it well-filled with free food eating tenants.
I only knew three of the thirty or so that was in there.
Then I suffered a dizzy attack, and voices and my concentration got all jumbled.
The cacophony of voices meant hearing and understanding what was being said and identifying who was who was too complicated for me. I decided to stay a while and had a chat with Bill, and handed out some of the coconut chocolate wheels, then made my way out and back to the flat.
I took some photographs of how the flats and the new building was coming along as I walked back.
Smart looking Winchester Court
New build Winwood Court, with the Oberleutnantess Wardens holding cells
Woodthorpe Court
I got in the flat, feeling a little disappointed with how things went at the meet. Possibly and most likely because I was not entirely with-it, due to the ankle and Dizzy Dennis’s visit.
Then I did the health checks and medication taking.
I got a super nosh prepared, too much of it again. Tsk!
But enjoyed what I did eat of it.
Then I fell asleep for about two hours with the tray and accoutrements and uneaten fodder on it, and it was in the self-same position when I woke up in need of a wee-wee!
Regrettably, Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding badly and left me in a messy condition, that needed cleaning up, a change of clothes and medicationalisationing. Humph!
00:15hrs After so many annoying urinational interruptions to my night’s sleep, requiring my extrication from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner and hobbling over to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket, then climbing back on to the rickety recliner and foolishly expecting to get some sleep for more than what seemed ten-minutes, I gave up. But I waffle again, Sorry! I don’t know if wee-weeing can make you tired, but I felt as if I had got no sleep in at all!
Not a good start to the day. Grumph!
Of course, as I was climbing up on my feet, the Emergency Grey Bucket was needed again. Flipping ‘eck! The thing was nearly full! The wee-wee was the same as those had been overnight: SUPWWs (Slow Unwilling Painful Weak Wee-wees) So Gawd knows how many visits I must have made to almost fill up the bucket? I took the container to the WC and emptied it, then to the kitchen to wash rinse and absterged the bin. As I was putting in the disinfectant, I needed to use it there and then, again! Things were not boding well for this Saturday at all! A Glum-Woebegone Mode was adopted! Well, it suited how I felt!
Washed up, and got the Health Checks done.
I checked on the BP chart from the web. It seems I’ve been in High Mode area (Red) for the last sixteen sphygmomanometer checks, and once in the Pre-High Blood Pressure (Yellow) bit for one reading only? The high pulse might be due to the water retention, or the Furesomide side effects, I suppose, but I won’t find out until I can get to see Doctor Vindla on Thursday. Who always finds my BP okay when she has taken it? Or hasn’t said owt if it was high or low, anyway.
But, hey-ho, I’m still here (I think). Physically almost intact, mentally damaged and in constant pain, maybe, but time will tell! Hahaha!
The wee-wees were getting more frequent but passing less and less. Do I take a Furesomide or not with my medications? My dilatoriness, dilly-dallying and procrastinational tendencies when making choices, opting for routes, buying something, etc., has got so much worse with age. Shame!I ended up taking half of a tablet. Tsk!
Off to the Porcelain Throne.Another messy evacuation, all over in seconds! Cleaning up began.
The pins (legs) had less fluid in them I reckon, but they still felt rock hard.
A couple of new blood papsules had appeared, and a set of spider veins had disappeared.
I got on with updating the Friday blog. Then on the WordPress reader. In between wee-wees you understand.
I went out onto the unwanted new balcony to take some pictures of the morning outside.
I was going to take a shot to the left, but the howling winds were too strong for me to open the finger-trapping spring-clip on the window safely. The top photo is down to the right, and the bottom one, I leaned out and took a photograph upwards of the corner of the Woodthorpe Court flats.
I didn’t photograph the top, cause I thought the barbed-wire, escape alarm klaxon, machine gun nest and searchlights might give you the wrong impression. Hehehe! Ah, the humour returns?
I got the mushrooms and chopped parsnips prepped and in the slow-cooker. Then I started this blog off.
The wee-wees began to get slowly less often from here on in, but still a little painful even if short. I changed to finalising the Saturday post.
I made up some black bags, then took them to the waste-chute. Returned and gathered the laundry bag and nipped down with it, to see if a machine would be free. And one was, so I got the clothes in it and started it going. As I left the room to go out and take some photographs of outside, the lovely Jenny passed by on her way to the Saturday Coffee morning that she runs every week. We exchanged greetings.
The wind coming in through the outer foyer was actually so strong, it stopped the auto door from opening! I had to heave against it to get out. Hehe!
All the same, the sky looked so lovely and bright, fresh!
I took the bags out to the caretaker’s door, on coming back in, there was pieces of cement or concrete that had been blown in, a testament to how strong the winds were this morning.
I had a seat and perused one of the books someone had left on the table, ‘Learn Spanish – lesson eleven’. The machine finished, and I swapped the gear into the dryer and started it going.
Back up to the apartment, and nodded off in the chair. Luckily not for too long.
Woke up and went down, a little confused. The bright sunshine had departed, the wind still raged, and some tiny bits of cement or concrete we being blown into and around me? No idea where from of course, but they were too small to be of any hassle or harm.
I checked the drying washing, that was not ready yet, and the sun began to come out as I did so.
Some residents were spotted, only a few, on their way out. A ‘Good morning’ from me got dirty looks and a sneer of contempt, so I shut up.
I waited a while and tested the washing for dampness, and they were ready. So, I emptied the drum, cleaned the filter and casing, hitting my elbow against the corner of the sink unit at the same time, then got the clothes folded and in the bag.
Back up in the lift, into the flat, and I noticed how amazing the view was from the unwanted new windows in the kitchen. I tried to take a panoramic photograph, but this below was all I could manage. Amazing colours, I thought. Well, hue?
I had a breakfast with a difference for myself.
Marmite biscuits and cheese, with a gloriously tasty mug of the Glengettie Gold tea. Well, it was different! Haha!
The weariness and fatigue fell, so early in the day too!
I was incapable of doing anything constructive. At least no visits came from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun. Just utter exhaustion and weakness.
I spent hours and hours just sat there in the second-hand recliner. I had a DVD on, but might as not have bothered, the brain was not registering much at all. But, I did manage to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
I came round a bit, much later, and got something to eat, although it’s a good job I took a photo to remind myself, but cannot recall making it. Yet everything looked cared-for and laid out properly how I like for it to be? I didn’t fins any scraps in the bin, so I assume I ate it all.
I’ll be glad to get to see the Doctor this Thursday about these horrible blanks and bouts of weariness.
I expect as usual she’ll listen, tell me I’m getting on and say “Anything else?” Hehe!
23:52hrs. I woke up, the mind racing, battling incoming thoughts, ideas, and fears. Full of inconsequentialities, unconstructiveness, negativities, and dubiousness. All unhelpful, and ridden with habitual scepticism and lack of logicality or certainty! Eventually, the brain settled back into its accepting-mode of nebulosity and ambiguousness, and I released my overly-puppy-fatted bellied body from the £300 second-hand recliner.
The pins were solid as rocks, but less filled with fluid I think than yesterday morning. I’d have taken a photo, but haven’t found the camera yet!
Then it flooded back to me, the horrible afternoon I’d had yesterday. Memories were few and far between, from when I left the Social Hour hut. Thankfully I had taken some photographs to use for updating the Thursday post that tweaked the brain-box a little. Oh dear! Memory blanks, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis all had a good go at me I reckon!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. An even messier affair than the last one. Still, I found myself gently singing songs to myself as I cleaned things and myself up. Going potty has its benefits sometimes. Hehehe!
Got the Health Checks done, took the medications (Unsure of whether I should take a Furesomide tablet or not. I made a brew of tea.
BP is still a bit high. Hey-ho!
Computer turned on. I’d received an email from the surgery. After all the fuss and hassle of sorting out the four appointments for me, the Shingle injection has been rearranged again. For Thursday 14th, at the same time as the Winwood Social Hour again! My luck is getting thinner on the ground lately, and the new ailments, etc. (Legs, foot, Kidneys, and Back-pain-Brenda, combined with memory blanks and dizzies are getting to me. A chance of Self-Pity-Mode adoption now Hehe!).
Got on with updating the Thursday blog. Then went on WP reader.
No wee-weeing, other than the initial. Should I be glad or sad? Tsk! At least, there has been no dizzies yet, and that’s a blessing!
Spent some time creating this post, and a couple of close wee-wee’s were needed.
I got the ablutions sorted out, no shower this early of course. But the Morrison order should be arriving in an hour (twixt 06:00>07:00hrs), so I pressed on with the scrubbing up.
The dull kidney pains started as I got in the wet room, but eased off twenty-minutes later, then came on and off at will for the rest of the day! Tsk!
Where the second Porcelain Throne session was activated. A lot less messy this one, almost a pleasure. Haha!
Got sorted and dressed, gathered the washing bag for the laundry later.
Went on Facebooking while I waited for the Morrison food to arrive.
I couldn’t face any breakfast today. I think the kidney aches are putting me off, perhaps?
Ashley arrived with the Morrison fodder for me.
I got it stored away. I now have an almost full freezer, fridge and several storage cupboards. Hehehe! They sent a freebie bottle of cordial, Melon, strawberry and something else. I can pass this on in the shed for someone. The milk bread was not so soft today as usual. Grumph!
I went on YouTube while awaiting the one-off delivery from Ocado.
I’ve ordered some Marmite foods that Morrison do not sell from them. And, some Glengettie teabags. Two boxes of the normal Gengettie which is undoubtedly my favourite one of them all. And a box of Glengettie Special Gold teabags to try out! (Others that I am fond of), Strong Assam, Yorkshire and strong English Breakfast teabags, I have in abundance!
When the delivery arrived, I sorted it out.
I now have, Marmite flavoured biscuits, Crisps, Cheese, and Rice cakes stored away, along with the Genghettie tea bags and other stuff.
Some very nice looking turnips, and Chinese leaves. However, both are high in Vitamin K, and there is too much for me to eat while they are fresh. So, I took the leaves and two of the turnips with some food bags with me to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed, Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room. Breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Shoplifting training room. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed. If any of the gals are in, they can have a good half of the Chinese leaves and two turnips if they like them. Which will do me a favour, cause it will stop me overeating, cause they are high in vitamin K as well? But Nurse Nichole ♥♥♥ tells me I may eat just a small amount.
I set off down and to the shed, where Obersturmbannführeress Warden and Ballerina Julie was working away. She took the cordial, Chinese leaves and turnips, I’m glad to say.
She mentioned that yesterday at the Social Hour: I was spotted falling asleep! I am blown if I can remember doing so. But it is believable with how I felt at the time. Oy Vey! I hope that doesn’t start again, the dropping off at any time, anywhere. Oh, dearie me!
I left and returned to my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with the kidney area becoming painful again. But this did not stop me seeing the funny side of the sign on the fenced-off walkway, with the thirty-foot drop on the right as I hobbled by it. Hehehe! I took these photographs and doctored them when I got home later, with Lovers’ Leap wording added to them. Hahaha! I must be feeling a bit better if the humour is returning! As usual, I anticipate regretting having said that!
As I crossed over to get to the flats, I snapped the bottom part of the building. I think that the new doorway being built on the right, will become part of the passageway through to the being built Winwood Court, and the Oberstleutnantess Wardens Holding cells, offices and possibly the bouncy castle on the roof? Haha!, I said I must be feeling better, I might be, right?
I met Malcolm in the foyer and passed acknowledgements with him.
As I got in the lift, suddenly I didn’t feel any better, though. Hell of a visit from Dizzy Dennis made sure of that. I got out of the elevator and had to stand to lean against the wall for a while, before carrying on to the apartment. The drilling and dust continue from the workers doing sprinkler-prepping work. Seem and sound decent enough chaps to me.
I checked, but both of the washing machines were in use. Ah, well!
I got in the kettle on the boil.
I perched myself up two steps of the ladder so I could get beyond the ridiculously wide new unwanted window ledge, to take this photograph of below.
I think that might have been neighbour Malcolm in the white car escaping. I know he bought a new white one recently? Haha! He might be off to pick up his grandkids, I reckon. Or go to the bookies. Or to threaten his Bank Manager. Haha! Of course, it might not even be Malc at all!
Then, I can report that I had a four-minute brewed, first ever mug of the ludicrously pricey Ocado Glengettie Gold tea!
Chuffing hell, it was good!
This Gold variety is a blend of Assam and South African black. It has a flowery tang with it; Jolly tasty, but worth the extra cash to me.
The 100% Assam Glengettie is costly enough and not so sweet tasting, so I’ll stick with that one as my favourite still. The next best is the Special Morrison Assam. Then the Gold Glengettie.
All three of them put the weak, watery, bland, tasteless but called Strong Twinings Assam to shame.
Sound a bit like an addicted expert tea sommelier, don’t I? Hehehe!
I think I’ll do some sandwiches for the meal today. With perhaps some pickled gherkins, Chinese leaves, tomatoes and a knob of Marmite cheese maybe?
I’ll see how I feel later. The old appetite has lessened lately. Might be due to the kidney problem?
I made a mug of Morrison Special Assam and nipped to the wet room while the kettle was boiling up, just to check that I had not left any lights or taps running. That little walk was hampered by the legs hurting again, not the left heel of the foot though? I had a look at the pins.
The impression of a face that was above the knee yesterday had changed. But what into, I could not decipher. Ah, is it like a Skoda car badge?
But the legs had certainly got even harder and more fluid in them compared to earlier this morning.
So, back to the kitchen made a brew of Yorkshire tea and swallowed a Furesomide belatedly, with the lunchtime medications and did the Health Checks. BP was still very high.
I spent about an hour updating this blog further, then it started: the wee-weeing! The first one being an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), all following ones were of the LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) and frequent, mode. I’m getting fed up with this! Hahaha!
Got the cold nosh prepared after another three hours on the computer, that has CorelDraw playing up now! Grumph!
As I got the simple meal served up, the bloody weariness and drained sensation returned again, suddenly so tired and weak.
I think that with no one seeming to think these periods are worth doing anything about, is more annoying than the periods themselves. Whoops, a drop of self-pity slipped in there, sorry.
I couldn’t eat anywhere near all of the nosh, Again! Yet it was tasty enough? I expect to get told off for eating white bread and my weight again soon. Sorry, Sister Jane. Hehe!
I got settled down very early again, in the £300 second-hand 1968 rusty, rickety recliner with some spring water, jelly babies and got the TV on.
The legs felt like I had worms inside wriggling about, but the redness was getting far less.
The fatter fluid container on the left was now filed more than the one on the right, another reversal from the layout this morning. Hehehe!
As for watching TV: the A-team, Boon and Pie in the Sky… no chance! I nodded off at the first set of commercials during the A-Team!
Waking up hours later, in need of the Emergency Grey Bucket. So often it is hard to recall how many times it was utilised. Any more bits of sleep I got in, seemed to be in ten-minute segments between wee-wees!
23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it.
The urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I manipulated my grossly stomached body from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner, and off to the WC. Amazingly, I had little bother getting free of the chair, standing up or hobbling to the wet room at all!
Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.
Got the porcelain cleaned up and disinfected, washed the dandies, felt sorry-for-myself and went to get the Health Checks done. As like yesterday, I was getting the accoutrements gathered, and had to have a wee-wee again. Today, they seem to be of the SSNSWW (Short-Sharp-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), variety, up to now, anyway.
Back to the kitchen again.
At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe!
Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!
Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation.
Checked out the pins (legs). They seemed to have far less fluid in them this morning. Still misshaped and rock hard though. And now, the left leg is bigger than the right one – opposite to yesterday. Confusing, innit?
I can see an unhappy face just above the Arthur Itis affected left knee in this photo, it even seems to have a moustashe! Can you? Hehehe!
I started to update and finalise the unhappy Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off and went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the comments.
I caught up with Facebooking, which took a long time, a really long time with all the photos I’d missed putting on the albums. Klutz!
I gorrit done, eventually, Phew! Now I’ll get some brekkers! Had some porridge.
Got the ablutions done, and sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour and got them in the bag.
The pins and ankle were starting to kick off again. Ah, well!
The drizzle looked threatening, but not to me, I was only going to the Social Hut today. Cause I didn’t feel all that good. Poor old thing, Hehe!
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Walk.
Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.
I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like China crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. A good crowd today, but I with my feeling under the weather and the damned legs giving grief I was struggling. Then Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock more pain’ brigade.
I feel sure I enjoyed most of the meeting, but memories are not specific. Jenny I recall was on good form, bless her. I think I left early, cause I found photographs that triggered memories in the morning.
The drop down, near the bus turning circle works.
Winchester Court.
Winwood Court and Warden's holding-cells build.
Woodthorpe Court.
I got in and did two Health Checks straight away, and took the medications early, cause my EQ told me I was about to fade alertness-wise and this means memory blanks. Feeling-sorry-for-myself-Mode-Engaged. Tsk!
I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware.
I know this cause I found this photo on the SD card in the morning.
The wee-weeing seems to have stopped altogether, don’t know if that is good or bad, cause the legs are filled up and hard, still?
I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.
I fell asleep at a ridiculous time and just kept on waking up, the TV on, nodding off, waking up, nodding off, waking… well, you get the idea.
Terrible night!
I must get all this written down, to tell the Doctor about things.
23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning.
I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.
Back into the kitchen.
Well, I was surprised to see how the Sys had gone down such a lot, but the Dia had gone up a lot as well!
I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.
I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the ether, like so much stuff tends to do nowadays. Humph!
This reading was almost in the pre-high band I think. It was the rest of the week’s readings that were in the red completely! Oh dear! Bamboozlement, confusion, and uncertainty now reign’s within my admittedly limited brain box! I suppose, because the Sys has been so high for so long, I began to accept it as usual? I’ve kept a copy of the graph to use.
Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!
Back to the kitchen and took the medications, including, very bravely I thought; a Furesomide tablet. Taking a mug of tea with me back to the computer, I got a second calling to the Porcelain Throne! The one was really extra messy. What’s going on? Made worse by some bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.
I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!
Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!
Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.
And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!
I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. I didn’t get it finished until around 05:50hrs, I think it was. It was getting light by the time I went to make a brew again. (All the others I made went cold, Tsk!)
My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!
07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?
I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.
I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.
Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!
Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)
After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.
Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.
Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had a sudden go at me, and I began to feel so unwell, especially with Back-Pain-Brenda in the kidney area as well.
I managed to get the nosh sorted, but I’d put the potato in the oven and not turned it on! I found out when I went to check to see how the spud was coming along. What a Nebekh!
Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!
Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up.
Had to get up for another SNSWW.
Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.
Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!
23:15hrs: The instant I woke, the brain engaged a panic mode and instructed me to escape the clutches of the oh, so comfortable and warm £300 second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner and get my well-padded, broad-in-the-beam, blobby-bulky body to the Emergency-Grey-Bucket ASAP. The wee-wees had turned back into SHSWWs (Short-Hosepipelike-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. I even found myself looking up afterwards to see if any splashback had reached the ceiling!
I went to make a brew of tea, and the regular as clockwork recently call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The evacuation was a large messy one – No time for reading the Victoria Wood biography book on this visit.
The inspection of the pins found that both legs seemed to be less a little filled than last night. At least I think so. Amazing how these Furosemides are so quick and effective, after taking just the one tablet yesterday. But looking back on Monday, it was in the afternoon when they blew-up so. I’ve still got one pin fatter than the other one, though. I am getting confused with my thinking now.
Also, I’ve not had my shower and tried to get the socks on yet. The sheer effort and pain of doing sock fitting yesterday remained vivid in my mind. Dread Mode Adopted.
But, I felt no ignavia or ambivalence, even a touch of sang-froid lingered for a while until I clouted my elbow bending down to get a bottle of disinfectant for the Emergency Grey Bucket. Haha!
A good clean up, and back to the tea-making. Then I got the Health Checks done.
BP high again, at least its been consistent so far this week.
I got the computer going to make a start on the Monday post finalisationing. Well, blow me down; Back to the Porcelain Throne! The evacuation was just like the first one but with a far higher volume? There was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this time either.
Back to the updating of the blog. Which took me a few hours to complete and send off to WordPress. Interspersed with many SHSWWs and the need to empty and sanitise the Emergency Grey Bucket as well. Tsk!
Went to make another brew of tea, and realised I had not taken the morning medications yet. Klutz! So I did, but not taking a Furesomide, I’ll leave that until I get back from the surgery. I might have problems holding things back on the walk to Sherrington Park as it is. Thinking about it, yesterdays chronic pains form the lower right side of the back, just might have been caused by my trying to keep on to things too long, maybe, perhaps?
I went on the WP reader, then made a start on this post.
Brekkers with a difference, today. Sharwood sweet & sour noodles, Polish sourdough bread and a potent brew of Glengettie tea! And, I enjoyed it, too!
With trepidation, I got the ablutions started. This time, in fear of the sprinkler not working, I started with the shower first for a change, and it worked fine. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery! As Tim Price says: “I think your flat is somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum!” I wish I’d thought of saying that! Hahaha!
Then I got the teggies done and shaved. Medicated the areas in need, and got dressed with the greatest of effort and not a little pain. (The damned getting the socks on and keeping the fluid-filled balloon-like heavy reluctant to bend legs up high enough while keeping one hand on the wall, so I don’t tumble over, and getting the sock on, using the other hand, is I assure you, one of the hardest tasks of the flipping day!) I feel this activity will prove my downfall soon. So demanding a job, it is. Moan over!
I made up a small recycling bag and a couple of black ones of waste and took them to the waste chute while I thought of it. Then gathered the paperwork and list of things to remember and set out on my little hobble to the doctor’s surgery. This is the route taken.
The Winwood Court new building is coming along. Not much exterior work to be done, mostly inside jobs left, fitting out the forty-three or so Extra-Care flats and the Oberstgruppenführeress Warden’s resident-holding-cells and offices, now. Hehehe!
Not too cold this morning, no rain or fog either. But the ground underfoot was, to say the least, a bit dodgy in places along Chestnut Walk.
The ball of the left foot was giving me a lot of hassle with the sharp pains. During the day, this aggro seemed to come and go. Another Mystery!
Walking down Winchester Street hill to Mansfield Road, I noticed that the other Mystery, the white patterned Nottinghamian Street Art ladies shoes, had been moved several feet and the poo remained inside one of them? Hmm!
I pressed shufflingly on. I was going so slow, even I recognised it, and the limping got worse when it came more painful to use the left heel at times. Particularly when going uphill. I felt a right handicapped old git. I must have looked a little pathetic to others, so slow and gingerly, did I move.
Shuffling along the main road the traffic was jammed.
Up the hill, and I came across some more Nottinghamian Street Art. Tsk!
My pace was slowing all the time. I decided to book an appointment today to see Dr Vindla so I could explain things to her about the water retention and the side-effects of the Furesomide tablets when I get to the surgery.
Nearing the top of the brow of the hill, this nescient, obnoxious, uncaring, dangerous, indifferent, unconcerned, casual, blasé, menacing, and threatening Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, very close to my body, making me jump. He cycled across the pelican-lights to the other pavement, stopping the traffic, not that they were moving much, though. I took a rest from the painful limping along and watched him as he did so. But my prayers were not answered, and no car hit him, and he didn’t fall off of his bike either. Tsk! Ah-well!
Walking a bit better after the rest, over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.
I called into the chemist to confirm when I could pick up the next prescriptions. March 4th was given to me.
Then went into Lidl and got mini-tomatoes, yoghourt, cooked meat trimmings, a pork pie and some Sopocka. £10.74 worth. The best story of this shopping tale is of my efforts on the self-serve checkout! I was doing well until it got to the pork pie… the red light came on, and a mechanical voice spoke to me. But it was so low, I could not understand what was being said? After a few minutes, I considered leaving the stuff, as no assistance had arrived. When one did come, the red light mysteriously turned back to green? He spoke to me in a low voice, but I could not understand him either. So he raised his voice as he got annoyed – still not recognisable, and he shot off. Oh, dearie me!
Delayed by this farce, I feared I’d get to the surgery late for the appointment. But I got there with minutes to spare. The atmosphere in the reception seemed much lighter for some reason. I asked for some more Furesomide and quickly told her of the problem, and could I have an appointment to see Dr Vindal. She was on holiday! No decision about any surgical socks being granted could be made by any locum. So after much banter and my getting confused by all the things I was being told. I thanked them, just as Nurse Nichole arrived to collect me.
It’s such a pleasure to be treated by someone like Nichole. A chinwag and laugh were enjoyed because the bleeding just did not want to stop after taking the blood. I mentioned my problems to her. Thanked her, gave her a nibble and departed. She followed me and spoke with the receptionists about me. It turned out that they had made an appointment for me to see my doctor, for Thursday after next, on the 14th of February at 0850hrs. Then, 0900hrs for my Shingles Innoculation. Then 0915hrs with the nurse for my INR blood test! That’s unfortunately cocked up my Winwood Social hour for that day! She wrote down all the times for me. Then she asked me to fill in a questionnaire about today’s visit satisfaction. So, I did. I dropped the pen, and was struggling to pick it up, a young lady shot over and picked it up for me. Bless her! I thanked her muchly. Handed in the now filled-in form with the receptionist’s nibble bag, and off out.
I checked the time, it was 55 minutes before the L9 would arrive in Sherwood. No rush then, I foolishly decided to walk back instead of catching the bus. Started the limp back, with a bit of confusion in my head. Had I ordered the Furesomide or not?
I had a look in Charity Shop in Sherwood near the Library. Didn’t buy anything.
When I came out, this animal of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist weaved speedily through a crowd of folk at the bus stop and sped off up Mansfield Road. The Swine!
I continued my way along, now in the wrong frame of mind over the git on a bike incident!
I called in the Continental Food Centre and had a wander around. I came out with a mandarin fruit, Strawberry filled croissant, (I’ve never tried these before – they were horrible!) and a large potato to make some cheesy baked out off!
From there, I limped up to Winchester Street, to catch the bus up the two stops back to the flat, my foot and legs would never have made it walking back up without too much pain for me.
Someone had even created a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the bus stop, by sticking an emptied Pizza Box behind it! Some people!
I caught the bus, and Mo, Doreen and Pete were all sat near where I did. I little natter for the short distance home was enjoyed. Dorren shot in the hut, Pete belted off at a high rate of knots leaving Mo and me to walk back to Woodthorpe Court, and have more laughs and chinwagging.
I stayed down with Mo as she took a breather in the lobby seat. Doreen caught us up, and an excellent entertaining nattering session ensued. Olive came down to collect her washing, and the laughs did flow between us all. In the lift with the gals, and on the way up that dreaded tightness that indicates the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived. I explained to Olive and shot off to the wet room in the flat.
Having not taken any Furesomide yet today, the wee-wee was an SSPWW style.
I did the Health Checks belatedly and took the medications. Not taking any Furesomide, or I would be up all night using the Emergency Grey Bin! Tsk!
I got the potato nugget in the oven. Put the fodder away and wrote down the dates for the appointments on the pad to add to the diary in the morning. Then, as I was sure I would fall asleep early after the excesses of the day, I did the last Health Checks, so as not to miss them later.
I prepped the meal plate and made the sandwiches ready to add the nuggets later.
The meal looked a bit bare, but it wasn’t, I’d laid it out on a plastic serving tray instead of a plate.
It was still far too much for me to eat anywhere near all of it. Humph! I’d have thought I’d had had more appetite after the walking and hassle I’d been through today. Most of it ended up in the waste bin. Shame!
I checked out the pins. They were no worse, perhaps even a little better than this morning? How typical of my luck, just when I get an appointment to see the doctor! Still, things with the legs and feet have been changing almost daily lately, so I’ll see how they go. Not to fret!
A fantastic range of some of my favourite programmes was on TV today. The A-Team, Londons Burning, Boon and then Pie in the Sky!
I got the washing up done and was settled down in the £300 second-hand, 1968 vintage rusty vintage 1968 recliner as the A-Team started… I lasted about five-minutes before dropping off. I woke as London Burning was finishing. I did better with Boon, I stayed awake until the first set of adverts came on. Woke about ten-minute into Pie in the Sky, nodded off and woke again, watched a few minutes and off into the land of nod again, woke when the credits were rolling down the screen. Pee’d off with myself, I turned off the telly and waited for the mind to start with its worrying, fretting and panicking… but no… I nodded off again into the bliss of sleep, and woke hours later, without having the need to wake and release any wee-wees at all!
Written in Support of the Sanity Seeking Subspecies Swarm Ltd, Nottingham
Monday 4th February 2019
Dutch: Maandag 4 Februari 2019
23:45hrs: I was not in good fettle physically when I woke this morning. Duodenal Donald and a new ailment (pains in the left side of the lower back of the chest), were all giving me grief. Maybe I had been laying in an awkward position? I remained motionless as I awaited the brain to join me in activating. The moment I moved to reposition myself to release some bodily-gas, Back-Pain-Brenda had a go at me too! This was peeving, considering how yesterday, I woke up almost ailment free of pains, Humph!
The maneuvring of my body with its substantial, onerous attached belly from the £300 1968 rickety recliner, was the complete opposite of yesterday, as well. My arising into a semi-perpendicular position can be best described as being done painfully and wearily.
Once up and moving, the right leg gave me some aches, more than pains, around the ankle, heel, and knee. I’ve noticed this in the past few days on and off.
Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medication taking sorted.
The BP seemed a little high again, although it had been a lot higher at times last week. Every time I mention this to the doctor or nurse, she does a check, and it is always within an acceptable range when she does! Ah, well!
I got on the computer, using Excel, to update the graph above.
Off to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. A not too messy, but prodigiously sanguinary affair, crimson red blood from the rear end, that shook and surprised me a bit. No signs of any EIBWBBBs Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, dead or alive. I had a little cogitabund with myself over this situation. Had I beaten them at last? Have they retreated? Do they hibernate? Whichever, I was pleased to see the back of them. Mind you, the tricky things have fooled me before by not appearing for days, then they come back again!
Then I checked out the pins (legs). Now, it is the right leg that is fluid filled more than the left one, as was the situation yesterday morning?
Am I going mad? This surely can’t happen, can it? Have I got it wrong somewhere and misunderstood on Sunday’s checks?
A new scratch mark or long thin papsule above the left knee, was not there last time I looked? Confused is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel now. Hehehe!
I remembered I must get to the dentist today, to pay them the money I owe them, too.
Back on the computer, and updated the Sunday blog. Got it all done by 01:56hrs and posted off to WordPress.
Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on the Thought for Today, then tackled creating this post.
The wee-wees were often, but of such little content and painful, I considered if I should take a Furosemide or not, but decided against it, with me going out for a bit of a hobble to get some bread and pay the dentist.
I had to stop and trot (well, hobble) off to the Porcelain Throne again. The evacuation was a complete opposite to the earlier one. Phooey, messy, sticky and no blood this time at all? (Sorry about my choice of words, but they describe the difference so perfectly) Washed the dandies and onto the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
Back to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below.
As I opened the unwanted new window in the unsort-after new balcony (Keeping up 100% record of acquiring finger injury every time I used the metals spring clip) the rain caught me out as it showered over me, it was so fine, and with it being dark I did not see it from inside. Hehe! Fool!
Had some cornflakes for brekkers.
I went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies and had a shave. Then, I had the nous not to get lathered up (Like I did yesterday) before I tested the water was working on the shower. Turned on the power in the hallway, back in the wet room and pressed the button. Within a few seconds, the lights flashed indicating no water and a reset was needed! So, being an old timer who as a nipperoony was brought up with only a tin bath on the wall in the back yard, that hung on the brickwork of the railway supporting wall, no hot water in the house (but we did get electricity supplied later), I know about Stand-Up washes! Bit of an expert, actually. Hehe!
After drying off, it became evident that I was going to suffer from the fluid-filled legs today. I had a tough time trying to get the socks on. Both pins had now filled to what must be near maximum. I had to use my free hand to help get each of the very-heavy legs up high enough so I could get the hosiery on the feet. After many tries, each one getting the sock a little further on plates, I completed the task, and was almost exhausted!
I departed, dropping two bags down the waste chute on the way out. I met Sturmscharführeress Warden Deans in the lobby and mentioned the shower water problem to her. I was not a popular lad with her. Well, it’s Monday; so she will be up to the neck in it I imagine! She asked when I would be back, and said she would have a look at it while I’m out. Bless her cotton socks!
Out into the drizzle, but it wasn’t cold with it at all.
I crossed over Chestnut Walk and ventured up the gravel footpath to the wonderful in summer tree copse.
I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.
I plodded on through the park to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down to the dentist. I apologised for not paying them on my last visit. I know I was not feeling too good that day, with Duodenal Donald if I recall correctly.
As I sorted through the letters in my pocket to find the payment demand from the tooth-fairies, I came across the clinic letter. I did feel a fool; it’s for Wednesday not today. I nearly went as well. Tsk!
I had a meditative moment as I hobbled over the road and down to the Post Office Supermarket. I was not feeling in the best of spirits and feared that things were not going very well. There was a vacuousness, a kind of desertedness, barrenness like sensation that was bugging me, toying around in my mind. Why? I didn’t know. But it was exasperating, testing my sanity almost. My mind was the most uncomfortable, weary it has been for ages?
I bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rain was falling again. I opened the umbrella.
The scene with the rain, wet road and vehicle lights was almost beautiful. I walked down to the traffic lights and crossed over and up the Winchester Street hill.
The perception, no, more than that; a real feeling of something about to take place that was going to present a downer or oppression of some sort lingered on, and it annoyed me not knowing anything for sure. I kept telling myself “Fret not, cause there is nowt you can do about it, youth!” But, as anyone who knows me will recognise: I am never happy being happy, cause I assuredly knowing, it ain’t gonna last! Ah, depression? Again, why?
As I sauntered up the Winchester hill, I observed as I approached the Muggers Delight Footpath entrance, that the Nottinghamian Street Art with the white shoes from Saturday, had been adorned with some roof slates, a rubber car part and an empty fag packet. The white shoes had been resited, and some woof-woof mess inside one of them had been added.
A little further up the hill, and I noticed that the pavement had disintegrated near the wooden panelling, I could see through the gaps ten foot or more down into someone’s garden! The tarmac was cracking, too.
Some Nottingham dog owner had failed to remove his or her canine’s dropping as well! Tsk!
Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer. Hehehe! I shan’t be walking along this stretch again!
I got back to the complex and called 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, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower.
The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen.
We get enough misdelivered mail as it is, soon we will have another 44 flats, adding another block to confuse the mailman even more! Humph!
I got inside the apartment and checked out the shower, and it was working.
Got on with updating this morning’s miserable functions on this diary.
I was concerned about the ever-swelling pins and decided to take one Furosemide, hoping it would free-up the wee-wees and lessen the pain in the legs.
I opened a tin of BBQ baked beans, added the cooked mushrooms from the crock-pot, and got the oven warming up for the bacon later.
No more than ten minutes later; Boy, did the Furosemide take effect! The almost constant wee-wees were back to being of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-like-Wee-wee) style. I got out the Emergency Grey Bucket, and it had a lot of use!
Got the bacon in the oven and checked if anything was on the goggle-box to watch, in between taking wee-wees, of course. Oy Vey!
I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. Lynne was in with some other ladies, and Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Deana came in. A busy gal, she was about to go and help out at another NCH complex.
When she told me she found nothing wrong with my shower when investigated this morning, as I did earlier when I got home, she adopted her famous “What a Pillock look” with an added lip-twist that said “The fools going potty!” sipped into the momentarily verbalisationless conversation, and threw them at me. Of course, she may well be right on both points. There is no doubt I need help of some sort. I asked her if she knew of any cheap ‘Phycromonologists’ I might use. The best part of the whole day that was, as she smiled in response to my silliness and use of the English language. Lovely to be able to bring a smile to anyone under pressure, uptight or worried. It gladdened my metal and plastic heart, it did! Lynne was in good form, eyes twinkling and we managed a little natter. My whole outlook improved.
Got back to the flat, and got the nosh served up. I even had to take three wee-wees while eating! Making sure I went and washed my hands, as the meal got colder and colder. Grr!
The blood test is due at 10:00hrs in the morning. I made a note and left it on the computer screen as a reminder for myself.
Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and took a normal and zoomed-in shot of the beautiful skyline. By the time I took the second shot, I had needed another LHBLWW.
When I settle down on the rickety 1968 recliner, the minds machinations began manoeuvring around the various intrigues, ploys, stratagems and doojiggers that had suddenly decided to permeate into the grey-cells. The fears, worries and a frantic feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of cerebrations that had no relative value or interest to me? Most of the thoughts were again, repudious. Gawd knows how long they tormented me. Luckily, I had to remove my stomach bearing torso and double-their-weight fluid containing legs from the £300 second-hand recliner and make a dash for the Emergency Grey Bucket for an LHBLWW. This freed my head of the persistent ponderations. But started me musing over why the sole of the left foot is such agony to walk on, every time I have been sat down for more than a couple minutes, but the pain eases after a short while, then if I’m taking on a long hobble, it returns again.
If I don’t wake up (If I ever get to sleep that is of course) later, at least there will be a hope of some peace for my harrassed and partly uncontrollable cell-cells. Hehe!
23:25hrs: I woke in a niggly-with-myself and almost everything, mood. Thoughts, ranging from the niminy-piminy, hypocritical, sanctimonious and Pecksniffian nit-picking, all self-demeaning in nature. A lot of confusing fears, and uncertainties mingled in with these tormenting self-deprecatory insights. But, the brain had its own way, and plagued me for a few more minutes, before settling back into its ‘normal’ mode of predestinarianism and defeated-stoic-placidness. Which I appreciated it doing, I know where I am with defeatism.
I alighted the £300 second-hand 1968 rickety recliner, with no problems whatsoever. Smug-Mode Adopted (I’ll pay for this later, I usually do!). Another little pleasure was seeing the ‘Grey-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bin’ was unused! The already activated Smug-Mode satisfaction-rating increased! Hehe!
Into the kitchen, with no hassle from Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna or the ankle. (Although I could sense that Duodenal Donald was building up to share his pain with me) Now I am getting close to freaking-out, all this good luck, suddenly!) I found no oven, tap (faucet) or lights had been left on either!
Even the view out through the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows that come with extra glass to be cleaned. That I cannot reach to scrape off the bird poo on the outside, appeared to be extra beautiful, to me, at any rate.
I got the medications out to take this morning’s – Boing! I found last nights dosage still in the pot! And here’s me feeling better than I have done in a long time, having missed taking yesterday evening’s medications? It doesn’t add up, does it? My Smug-Mode evaporated! I decided I’d just pick out the Warfarin, Omeprazole and one Trimethoprim, to take along with the morning ones.Klutz! Did the Health Checks.
All of this morning’s results were looking okay to me.
I was making a brew of tea in the new porcelain mug, and it slipped out of my hand! Believe it or not, it hit the floor, bounced back up and rolled onto the top rung of the stepladder, where I grabbed it – and it wasn’t even chipped or cracked! More good luck, I’m not used to this you know!
I got some mushrooms sliced and into the slow-cooker with light Soy sauce in the water, to marinate them for cooking later. I wish I could remember why I did this, and what was my planned food to have along with them. Sad innit?
The regular and reliable early morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room I poddled. The evacuation went well, not messy, no bleeding or any force needed at all. All this fortuitousness I’m having is making me extremely nervous!
I had a reasonable search for any signs of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the wet room. I only found one obviously dead carcass. And what looked and felt when I picked it up as if it had been deceased for a long time.
Then I inspected the amazingly (apart from the left ankle, heels, and toes) painless pins (Legs). Well, another change today. Now, I have a left leg with a lot of fluid in it, and the right one was almost normal? Undoubtedly, there is a reason for this… but I’m blown if I know what it is! Tsk! I hope they make use of my misshaped ever-transmogrifying body when I kick the bucket. Even if just to give the medics and laboratory people a good laugh.
And, how will affect my wee-weeing? And what about the Furesomides, if I take half a tablet how do I know which half is for which leg? Hehehe!
The stomach had gone partly back to its floppy-flabbiness shape.
I made a brew and got onto the computer to finalise the Saturday blog. Then sent it off to WordPress. Next, I made a start on this blog. But…
It caught me by surprise after about an hour or so struggling with writing this diary, the service came back to normal. Thank you, Herr Fries.
I made a pot of porridge for breakfast and had a drink of my home-made Scottish Spring Water with orange cordial with it. Oh, and some Scottish Shorties.
I opened the doors to the balcony, and in seconds they were steamed up.
I opened the end window, the frost and icicle stalagmite and stalactites melted over me, my jammies and slippers, and on to the wooden slats on the floor. Tsk!
Trust me to want to make a panoramic shot of outside!
I managed to take a half-decent one though. Then I went on the CorelDraw and added an anaemic faced photograph of me to it. Hehe!
Went on TFZer Facebooking next, to catch up with yesterdays and this morning’s pictures on the albums. Some hilariously fun stuff on there today.
I went to check on the crock-pot mushrooms, then added some butter to the Morrison order for next Friday.
Went on the WordPress Reader next.
Got the chips and lamb burgers in the oven, and readied things to settle and enjoy the very early meal.
I was about to remove the cooked lamb and chips (Fries) from the oven, and the landline chirped into life.
It was Brother-in-law Pete. It was Janes and his Wedding Anniversary today! He could hardly believe it was 52 years since they hitched up! They emigrated to Australia years later. Then returned to the UK for a holiday and decided to stay. Gone from strength to strength ever since, bless em!
Visiting their Mansion
Posting his pools coupon before he won the £250,000
Caught them on the bus with this shot!
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I mentioned to Pete that I was about to have my meal. I got his mocking laugh in return, with “Yea, you did the same to us last week when you rang! Hehehe!” Being a gadget freak, I reckon our Pete has planted one of his covert CCTV cameras in my flat, you know! Cause the amount of times he rings when I’m on the Throne, just going out of the door or sitting down to eat, is suspicious! Hahaha! I often wondered why he goes nosing around, looking in rooms, drawers, and cupboards on the odd time they call to see me. I’d try and fit one in their mansion, but he has them CCTV things in every room of his dwelling, and I wouldn’t know how to set them up anyway. I’ll have to have a search to try and find Pete’s planted cameras. Hehe!
We had a good natter as the smell of burning permeated into the room from the kitchen. Nottingham Forest, their marriage and other topics were bandied about, which I enjoyed.
What an anniversary for them: 52-years together in marriage! I started to sing: ♫ And it don’t seem a day too long… ♫ I suggested that with Jane being a Cliff Richard fan, he plays Cliff’s “Congratulations” hit to her. After our farewells and best wishes, he rang off, and I made my way into the kitchen with fingers-crossed to check on the fodder in the oven!
Well, all was fine, amazing. The meal was consumed with great relish and a sourdough baguette!
Did the Health Checks, the Sys and Dia were still a bit high.
I got settled with the intention of watching some TV, in the certain knowledge that it always send me off to sleep – But No! Not this time. As the rubbish from the telly came through the headphones, it was ignored! All I got was a stronger message from the barmy brain, pointing out my failings, errors, blunders and actions that I’d sooner forget – a constant stream of wrengthsto be fretted and ashamed about! Many of my past miscellaneous misapprehensions, misperceptions, misjudgements, misestimations, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and mistakes that I could not help but reflect on and rue!
It felt like hours and hours that I tormented myself for no apparent reason, other than the brain wanted me to, and I was guilty of each incident, choice or decision anyway. I hope this never happens again.Tsk!
00:45hrs: What a mess of a night! Forever waking and nodding-off repeatedly for hours and hours! When I did wake, and the brain engaged its usual imitation of modus operandi, my first thought was, “Well, that was a waste of time!” (Trying to sleep).
Signs of nocturnal nibbling were spotted, crumbs on the expanse of the stomach folds and craters, and liquorice allsorts sweet on the recliner arm… but this realisation was lost when I spotted something even I found astounding:
The swollen legs had gone down at last, but the obese midriff was now a massive blown-up balloon, that had expanded surely as far as it is possible for it to become distended, without exploding! Let’s hope I don’t prick myself with anything sharp! Hahaha!
Taking this photo, and Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger kicked off. So, off to the kitchen to get some medications and do the Health Checks. But first, the challenge of removing my even more-bulbous-body than usual, from the nocturnal nibbling residue-covered £300 second-hand, 1968, rickety, rusty recliner! (Try saying that mouthful when you’ve had a few drinks! Haha!) But, I was well-pleased with the ease in which I manipulated my torso from the chair. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I took an extra Ramipril and Omeprazole in the hopes of easing the pain for Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald. Then I got the Health Checks done.
Cor blimey! The Sys showed 203 and the Dia 80! Still, the others seemed okay. I’ll take the second reading early, to put my mind at rest. Why do these splanchnic problems always happen at the weekend when there is no help available! Grumph!
The view from the kitchen window has an airliner flying across the sky, so I took this photographicalisation.
But by the time I fetched the camera to take the shot, it had gone or disappeared behind some clouds perhaps. But a picturesque contrasting effort, all the same, I thought.
Porcelain Throne demands arrived, so off to the wet room I plodded. The evacuation was a little messy, but no complaints, I’ve had much worse before, and no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold!
This picture provides proof that the pins fluid retention had reduced dramatically. And, no new spider-veins, papsules or blood-swells, either. Good! Only a drop of liquid in the ankles this morning. Thanks to Lona, Jenny, Sandie and the others for their advice. ♥
But, the ginormous bloated stomach that came on overnight remains. Ah well, it could be much nastier, and many folks are far worse off than I am. I felt a lot better than yesterday. Maybe I will take a hobble to Daybrook later, to see if the B&M store there has any Glengettie tea bags on sale?
I got the computer going and did my best to finalise yesterdays diary. A lot of it I couldn’t remember at all with my getting the dizzies and shakes as I did last night. I thought I’d missed the medications and not had any meal. But I found the dosage pots for last night empty, and a photo of a tray of tomatoes and bacon meal! I got the diary finished eventually and sent it off to WordPress.
I got on with starting this blog. During which, there were very few wee-wees needed.
I got corn flakes for my brekkers and watched a YouTube video while eating it.
Went on WP Reader and answered comments.
Got the ablutions tended to, and worra farce it was! All went well with doing the teggies and shaving, then I got under the shower and got myself carbolicalised all over with the soap – Boing! The two red lights on the panel on the wall flashed red, and a bleeping started, and the water stopped! The sodding Weekend Whoopsiedangleplops continue!
I have to admit to feeling infuriated, sulky and a tad pee’d-off! I could not help but muse over a few facts:
My flat was the only one with a Weevil infestation!
My flat is the only one that needed the newly-fitted storage heater in the kitchen to be relocated cause I could not get into the cupboards and now I have decorating and holes in the floor and wall to sort out!
My flat was the only one that the plasterer left with splashes all over the curtains, the chairs, the storage heater, the glass on the new unwanted balcony door, the TV screen, and the computer keyboard!
My flat was the only one that had plaster splashed and spread all over the new carpets – and had a man from Willmott Dixon come to clean it up with a bottle of spirit and a wire brush, and part-shredded what bit of pile there was left – and now I need new carpets throughout the apartment! I shall do no buying or repairing until all of the demolition repairmen have finished – plasterers, electricians and plumbers in particular scare the crap out of me with their ability to leave more rubbish behind them than there was when they came. And that’s saying something about the flat! Hehehe!
My flat is the only one last week to have the hot water control trip-out!
My flat was the only one last week to have the light-tube blow in the kitchen! Without the help of the Nottingham City Homes Management, I’d still be waiting for the above two be repaired!
My flat is the only one that has had an infestation of Ladybirds too!
My flat had goods from eBay, no, the other one, erm… Amazon, delivered on a Saturday and it was delivered to the wrong block of flats, I got a call from Nottingham City Homes Control Room telling me where it was, and I had to move it straight away, it is a safety hazard! Which meant I had to go out in the rain to Winchester Court, got a rollicking off from the tenantess for being stupid enough to have it delivered to the wrong address. – Despite my pointing out the address label with 72, Woodthorpe Court on it, And then carry a boxed easy-chair all the way back to Woodthorpe Court, with a dozen stops to catch my breath. Then go back to collect the other parcel and home again, I was nearly crippled, caught a cold and tore off one of my fingernails lugging the stuff about. Of course, weekend, so no help available!
My flat gets mail delivered for the wrong units, and I take them to the correct one in Woodthorpe or Winchester. My missing letters, I never see again.
My flat had a bloke come to block-off the air vent in the kitchen. This on the right is how he left it. Well, not exactly, he departed, and I went off to the clinic. When I got back it was like this, the filler had dribbled out and down the wall over the electric socket and dried like cement or concrete. Obergruppenführeress Warden Deana rang someone about it for me. A man called and said when they get time, he’ll send someone to look at it for me. I thanked him and apologised for being a nuisance. That must have been three-four years ago now. My hopes are long faded along with my will-power. But, my chronically lousy luck just continues, on, and on, and on!
I’m feeling a little woebegone, melancholic and despondent now. Low-spirited and dejected. Especially now I find out I owe the dentist money I thought I’d already paid them. Oy gevalt!
I used up several rolls of kitchen towel and ricked my neck trying to clean off the carbolic soap from my Billy Bunter-like moulded flobby-body. Then readied my things for a limp into Daybrook in search of some Glengettie tea. My EQ told me there was no chance of this! Not with my current run of Inchockamian Luck!
By gum, it was nippy when I first got out onto Chestnut Walk. But I kept hobbling as quickly as I could and then didn’t feel the cold so much, except for when I had to wait about or take a photograph, and I made plenty of them today, mind.
I crossed over the Walk a started up the gravel hill to Woodthorpe Grange Park.
I soon found the scenery pleasant. There is something fresh about mornings like this, don’t you think?
Taking extreme care in the ice and frost underfoot, I was soon up, and at the top, a cyclist came down quickly, but he gave me plenty of room.
To the top of the hill and left along the Park Footpath towards Mansfield Road.
Now taking even more care as the path was well icy.
By the time I’d got down to the gates in the distance, I’d been threatened by several times by the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists, who each seemed to take great joy in making me jump. Two of them said something to me, as did a chap in a mobility scooter, but I could not make out what it was they said exactly.
I turned right and along Mansfield Road and into Daybrook.
The brain began to churn, but not in an annoying or harmful way for once. The beauty of the weather and the shortage of Homo sapiens around me started me wondering about life in general and the future of we tellurians. The subject matter soon moved on to Brexit and its problems, political subterfuge, shenanigans, roguery and Artful Dodger-like antics of those in charge.
Passing a neat piece of Nottinghamian Street Art, on Mansfield Road pavement.
This time, it had been created with the help of McDonald’s sauce pots and potato waffle-like food, plastic cutlery a straw, and some unrecognisable extras. And possibly a few pints and or chasers over the top?
Hehehe!
The Mini-Hobble today
As I got into Daybrook and crossed over the road, I passed the BP Petrol Station.
Not being able to drive anymore, I spotted the price of petrol. I didn’t think that was too bad considering. Later I wanted to compare this with America, for when I post the photo on the TFZer Facebook site. I found out: The price of fuel in the USA. When we were in Colorado last September, unleaded petrol was $4.59 a gallon. Taking all the conversion factors into account, including smaller US gallons, that equates to about 76 pence per litre. Currently, unleaded in the UK is about £1.40 per litre. So, Nottingham’s prices seem fair enough? I’ll find out I hope, about Australian, American actual and Canadian prices from the lasses and lads on the TFZ later.
I seemed to be going off in tangents with the mind today. Back to the blog, sorry. I called into the B&Q Store and searched for the Glengettie tea bags. Nope, none left, and they will not be getting any more in. Ah, well!
I did get the last of these whole peeled tomatoes in tomato sauce though. They were short dated, and cost only 20p each! And a pot of porridge.
I paid and left the shop. I walked over the crossing and to the bus stop in Daybrook Square.
I was soon dropping off the bus in Sherwood. Where I stayed, to await the arrival of the L9 back up the hill to Winwood Heights complex. I later came across this Time-lapse video of the progress being made in the new Winwood Court Extra Care Flats buildings. I hope I put it on here correctly and it works. Interesting few seconds for folks to watch.
I took this picture of part of the new Winwood Extra Care building.
I think this is part of a passageway between Winchester Court and the new block so they can keep out of the rain when then go to see the Oberscharführeress Wardens in their new command-post.
I got into the flat, and no wee-weeing was needed? Good that, I think!
A little tip here, folks: When you climb on the stepladder to store a pot of porridge on top of the cupboard, it is best not to slip off of the tread and grab the first thing you can to stop yourself falling. Cause you might fall-off anyway and get your fingers stuck in the slide of the ladders and leave some imprints in your finger. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Haha!
I got the mushrooms, carrots and peas in the saucepan cooking with a little demerara sugar, then got on with updating this blog.
An hour or so later, I got the Cumberland Pie, added extra cheddar cheese on top of it and into the ready-heated oven and set the timer so I can put the sourdough bread in and hopefully, they will both be cooked at the same time.
The bread and nosh came out almost perfect!
Everything was eaten this time and enjoyed.
I think my realising that I have had no Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun hassle today, helped me to relish the fodder more?
A Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10 was granted to this mini-feast.
I washed the pots up and got the Health Checks done.
Settled to watch some TV (I’ll have to stop trying this, I never stay awake long enough to watch owt proper!)
23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.
I set about doing the Health Checks.
No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.
I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.
Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).
After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.
Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.
But this gave me a chance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.
I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!
The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.
Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)
I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection!
Would you buy a second-hand car from him?
I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.
The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.
I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.
I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.
Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?
A bad few hours. Tsk!
I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.
Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.
