Inchcock – Fri 8 Mar 2019: A day, that I think I could have been forgiven for losing my marbles. Hahaha!

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2019 Mar 07

Friday 8th March 2019

Bulgarian: Петък, 8 март 2019 г.

“Chestit Praznik” International Women’s Day

00:10hrs. I woketh, and unenthusiastically, reluctantly, got the brain functioning, then roused my weighty-wobbly body, freeing it from the ci 1968, second-hand,  soon to need replacing, rickety recliner. The pain from the left foot-sole, was far less bothersome than it has been lately. No doubt a ploy conjured up by the ailments to catch me off guard! An irritating cough (Caroline Coughing) started, that was I admit, concerning at first. But within ten minutes it had stopped?

WD 0.0.0 A wee-wee, of the SWPDWW (Short-Weak-Painful-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) classification, was taken. The PP’s were ensanguined, and the blood had dried. So the lesion must have been bleeding for a good while. Nasty! I was surprised to see that the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket so full. I could not recall using it at all last night. To the kitchen. Washed and disinfected the EMGPWW bin. Then, do the Health Checks.

WD 0.0.0 Where, when I got out the medication pots, I found that I had not taken last night dosages, again. Oy Vey! What a Shlimazel I am!

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5Fri002The sphygmomanometer operated the first time. With decent looking results recorded.

I put some of last nights medications (Magnesium, Warfarin and Simvastatin with this morning doses to take. (I threw away the other tablets to avoid my duplicating any of the medications).

The temperature was down a bit, but it looks like this has been the trend up to now this week.

I made a start on updating the Thursday blog. In between the odd SWPDWW.

Got it done, at last, and went on TFZ Facebooking and added some photographicalisations.

Started this post going.

05:00hrs. I was sure I could hear some popping noises, well almost sure. So I put in the hearing aids and carried on with updating. During the next ten minutes, I heard this noise a few times more. Curious, I had a look around to see if I could locate the source.

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After this, I didn’t hear the noise again. Humph!

5Fri08WD 0.0.0 However, I did come across a letter on the floor near the door. Opening it left me spiritually poor! (No charge for the poor poetry, Hehehe!)

An appointment for the Leg Ulcer Assessment. I have to take a urine sample, a list of all medications I am on, and wear a pair of shoes, at least one size larger than usual! I assume this is in case they ere to put bandages on? But this will not be necessary, with it being so long to get the appointment, the ulcer has all but cleared up of its own accord. Isn’t old age interesting? Hehehe!

Of course, it has been four weeks now since the doctor referred me. Despite what I put on the photo, it will be six weeks since. Thursday 21st March, at 11:00hrs (So late for me, which will mean my no being able to get anything else done that day!) So, this will again mean my having to miss the Social Hour for a third week! Having to get to the Mary Potter Health Centre is disappointing, with the Sherwood Health Centre, as pointed out in the graphic map below, of the route I’ll have to take; How close the Sherwood Health Centre is to my beloved Woodthorpe Court home! (See blue arrows)

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The maps assessment of how long it should take me to get there on foot (46 Minutes), is much over-optimistic. It can take me some days, that long just to get down onto Mansfield Road on a bad legs day!

Alternatives:

  • I can walk down onto Mansfield Road, and catch a but to the traffic island, then walk along about a half mile or more to the centre. There is no bus service along Gregory Boulevard at all.
  • Or, I can catch a bus to town, then a tram to the Forest, and walk far less a distance to the centre. Either way, it will kill my day with the time needed.
  • Or, I can call at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, this morning, hope I can catch on the Warden/Guards in, and ask them if they would be kind enough to ring the Mary Potter Health centre and see if they can alter the appointment to an earlier time and or day for me.

I’ll try the third option I think. At least if the clinic can get me in early, I can do something with the day after the visit, theoretically anyway, and then I won’t mind walking all the way at all.

Definitely a miffed-off Inchcock, now!

5Fri22I decided to have some brekkers and mug of tea. Excruciatingly sadly, I used the last of the fancy tomatoes to make some bread-thin buttered sarnies. Wonderful flavour!

Then I tended to the Ablutions. Got things ready to go to see Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to beg for help with the Mary Potter farce.

Had a wee-wee and set-off out.

On my hobble to the hut, I had a mini-photographicalisationing session. I can use some of these late to create a funny graphic of two for the Willmott Dixon lads, methinks.

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Got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Guards/Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, residents room.

5Fri28I spotted a petition on the table. To request that they keep the L9 bus timetable as it is, instead of the planned making them every two hours, instead of one hour.

WD 0.0.0 It’ll cause much bother and hassle if, as I expect they will, the two hourly four buses a day to town is enforced. I’ll request a move to another complex with a bus service nearby I can use I think. It’s going to be a nightmare in bad weather. And, when the legs, back, Kidney Ache Kevin, knees, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harold, Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun are active, for me to get to the hospital, surgery or the clinics. Something else to worry over. Tsk!  

WD 0.0.0 You might find this hard to believe. But when Warden Officer Guard Deana kindly rang the Potter centre for me, this being around 0850hrs; A message telling her, There is no one available at the moment. This Centre is open from 08:00hrs to 17:00hrs on weekdays, please call during these times! Eh, wot?

As I waited for the bus to go and get some Milk Roll Bread and search for some of the Sicilian tomatoes (Which I failed to find!). Oberschützeress Camp Commandant Deana tried a few more times to get through to the Mary Potter Clinic, without any luck. She said she’d try again later and let me know the result, bless her pink cotton jackboots.

5Fri017I thanked Deana and went out to the bus stop.

I caught the Bestwood bound bus and sat next to Caroline from the Briarwood Court Home at the end of Chestnut Way. She was a little upset, and I lent an ear and did my best to try to cheer her up.

She got off at the Sainsbury store in Daybrook, and I did the same in Arnold at the Asda (Walmart) shop. Went in and had a poddle around. I got the sliced Milk Roll loaves alright, but a lot of unneeded stuff that I just fancied. And here I am trying to get rid of unwanted foods as I struggle to clean up the kitchen! I paid at the self-serve checkouts without making any cock-ups Smug-Mode-Adopted! 

WD 0.0.0 I got a few bunches of daffodils to hand out if I saw any of the gals, with it being International Women’s Day, you know. When I paid the gal on the news counter, she pointed out that I was trying to pay with two of the seven-pound coins being of the old type and not usable anymore! Don’t know who slipped them to me! Huh!

I came out with seven tiny pots of mandarins in jelly, two sliced Milk Roll loaves (One for May, as I think she said she liked them the other week), Soft French mini baguettes, Kit Kats for the nibble box (If I ever get to a Social Meeting again!), mushrooms, potato slices, hot dogs and some smoked bacon.

5Fri29WD 0.0.0 I’d missed the bus back. Most annoying! So I went for a walk around and had a look in the Fulton Foods shop to kill time. They had nothing appealing to me in stock.

Imagine what this will be like when the buses go every 2 hours! I will be in a pickle!

I made my way up to the bus stop, and Caroline arrived. We had another chinwagging on the way back. But I think we were both very weary and tired.

Back at the flats, I wished Caroline all the best and popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Holding cells. 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. But nobody about. So I trotted up to the apartment block. May was sat there in the foyer. So I gave her some daffodils, and we had a jolly good laugh and chinwag. As Mo was about to leave, Deana appeared. She told me she had got in touch with someone at the Mary Potter Health Centre, but they could not alter or change any timings for us. She will ring Deana back, and she’ll let me know whats-what later. I handed her some flowers.

5Fri30Up to the flat. I began to feel extremely tired now. Worn-outish!

I did the Health Checks and changed into my nightwear, and got some fodder cooking.

Put some basil in a can of tomatoes in the pan to warm up slowly and got the smoked bacon in the oven.

WD 0.0.0 I’d just got the fodder on the tray, and the doorbells chimed! Two engineers had come to check the smoke alarms… There’s never any peace living here! You would not be blamed for thinking the place would be full of elderly Nottinghamian’s living a tranquil, calm, restful, pleasant, quiet, relaxed, soothing, undisturbed, untroubled, secluded, free from disturbance, free from interference, free from interruption, and strife-free existence as we await the grim-reaper… but no, not for me anyway! Add my lousy luck, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, ailments, medical appointments always going wrong, my forfeiture of short term memory, loss of mobility and now the buses going to be reduced… No, I’d sooner not think of it!

I put the TV on to watch the A-Team, which I did with about eight or nine nod-offs, then I changed to channel twenty, to enjoy a Boon and Pie in the Sky episodes. But I drifted off within minutes of Boon starting, waking up as the credits were rolling at the end of Pie in the Sky! How do I do this every single day?

And, the kitchen-battle-ground-bomb-site didn’t get any work done on it at all today!

I suppose things will get no betterer.

TTFN.

P.S.: Is it Psychologist, Psychiatrists, Psychoanalyst or a Physiotherapist that I needHehehe!

 

6 thoughts on “Inchcock – Fri 8 Mar 2019: A day, that I think I could have been forgiven for losing my marbles. Hahaha!

  1. That bus service is a vital one, even where I live, as many people either haven’t a car or they are unable to drive for one reason or other. I am fortunate in that my little VW Golf Sportwagen gets me to dialysis and the grocery store, among other things.

    I try to imagine what you go through knowing your transportation might be reduced by half, and hope wiser, more compassionate people will look beyond the cost of the service (the most likely reason for the potential change) and consider the value to those who use it.

    I live in a duplex that is all ground level. These are things that help me keep a positive outlook. Though there is a nicer place to live a couple blocks away, it’s a high rise. I would be in serious circumstance if the elevator failed at any point, and elevators always do! I look at your high rise and cringe to think of that without elevator service!

    The older we get, the more we need strategies to take care of our simplest needs!

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    • Cheers, Doug. You and Tim have weighed it up.
      And to think that I voluntarily handed in my licence! Really, I’m glad I did with my sudden and involuntary falling asleep. If I had kept it and the bus cuts go ahead (which I expect them to), I fear I would have been tempted to drive again.
      I’m glad for you that you keep yours, a lifeline! Well done! A good job we have two lifts in our flats, cause one is out regularly.
      I think things are getting to me more nowadays as the health deteriorates and needs so many more appointments, that usually clash and its a devil of a job not get confused, Doug.
      Now if there was an Olympic Confusion Race, I’d be a favourite to win Gold! I might use that as a Morning Thought? What do you think, mate? Hahaha!
      Cheers.

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      • As loing as I’m not a danger to others and myself, I’ll keep the license, but I don’t want to be like my mother and father! My father had macular degenration to a point he had to go in for regular verifications by the state licensing people that he wasn’t too blind to drive! I don’t know how he passed those tests as long as he did. I learned later that when he and my mother went to Rapid City, South Dakota, a two-and-a-half hour drive, for dorctor’s appointments, that he drove the car and she watchjed tgfhe road for him! He couldn’t see it well enough to be safe, so she literatlly was his eyes. Of course they could have asked me to take them, and I had five weeks vacation I could use a day at a time if I chose. Oh well, both are dead now, their secret revealed too late for me to take action! My mother decideed it was time to give o=up her license after sher didn’ty see a mother and child behind her when backing up. She almost ran over them! (Of course, she told me that over a year after she dave iup her license!) Yes, the increased need for appointments is a complication of age and health. We have on-demand busses and vans in this small (a bit less than 9000 people) town that can be called to take people to appointments, shopping, even doctor appointments out of town, and a small fee is charged. ($1 one way – the out of town ones – I don’t know.) while it is a useful service provided by the city and a gfrant from the Federal Government, as I understand, it still isn’t as convenient as hopping into one’s own car and driving at one’s convenience.

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      • Sorry to hear what they and you went through Doug. And your not being kept up with the situation must be gauling a bit.
        The first and last time I fell asllep in while driving the car, fortunately while stood at traffic lights, convinced me to hand the licence in.
        I would like a service like the one they provide out there, mate. That would be great for getting about to appointments.
        You have the right frame of mind about driving or not anyway Sir, well done!
        I really am not looking forward to the cuts in the buses service, and am seriously thinking of asking for a move – but would I be able to cope with all the hassle and effort in moving? Oh, I don’t know.
        The flipping legs are filling with fluid again now. Heard nothing about the appointment being changed or not at the lef ulcer clinic, still waiting to here about the kidney test and from the GUM clinic… hello, I’m waffling again, Doug. Sorry.
        Taketh care and a cuddle for the lads sent.
        TTFN

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  2. I think you need a self driving, souped-up mobility scooter to get you to those far-away appointments. I would think that an every hour bus would be quite inconvenient when you need to be somewhere. Every two hours seems pretty useless, as you can probably hobble where you need to go in two hours or less. Maybe it’s a plan to force Nottinghamians to walk more. let’s hope the petition will keep the hour schedule. Interesting breakfast and decent looking dinner that was so rudely interrupted.

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    • Call me depressed if you like, but if I did get a mobility scooter, the battery would die, the tyres puncture, the electric’s fuse… mind, as you say, boosted and with wheel-swords fitted, I could get my revenge on the odd Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Hehehehe! There are plans to build some scooter sheds somewhere, and hire them out, so Irene tells me. I like the idea of a Self-driving, souped-up mobility scooter, though.
      Being a worrier doesn’t help. I worry-well you know! Haha!
      Fingers crossed with the petition.
      Not hoping too much. The L22 and L23 buses are being withdrawn altogether. Long Life the L9!
      Cheers, Tim.

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