Tuesday 2nd April 2019
Irish: Dé Máirt 2 Aibreán 2019
23:55hrs. Woke and remembering straight away about the doctor’s appointment at… wait for it… 0715hrs this morning! (The note I’d scribbled and left on the computer screen to remind me helped! Hehe!)
I scrambled out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, in need of the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. A new brand of wee-wee this morning. ESBOWW (Extremely-Short-Blast-Of-Wee-Wee) one.
Got the Health Checks done, again the sphygmomanometer operated first try. Glad to see that the Pulse had gone down at last.
I imbibed the medications, and as I was putting the kettle on, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. On my way to the wet room, it dawned on me how easily I had got out of there liner and walked about? Never the same any two 
consecutive mornings.
The evacuation went well and was not too messy. Some more blood from the rear end, but far less than yesterday. I’ve put this on the pad to tell the nurse about later.
Checking out the pins (legs) I was well-pleased with how they looked, approaching normal almost? I thought that maybe yesterday’s hobble had helped in this at first. But, the history of these pins has always been so changeable. So I’m not sure.
Cleaned up and finished making the tea, and on the computer to try an catch up as fast as I can, or I may end up being late for the Warfarin blood test? These plans were not helped by Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet when it went down… Again! Swine!
I pressed on when it returned and got the Monday post finished. I needed three ESBOWWs while doing the update. (I hope things don’t catch me out on the walk to the surgery!)
I made another mug of tea, and that annoying noise was around again. More of a tap-tapping noise but distant.
I had a look and listened outside, but heard and saw no possible cause of it.
Yesterday I mentioned this to some tenants, and two of them said they can hear them, too!
I’ll have to get the ablutions started soon.
As I was putting back some things I’d washed up, another mystery presented itself!
I found this plastic whatever it is on the window ledge? I honestly can’t remember seeing it before, and have not the foggiest idea what it is?
Lifes sleight-of-hand, chicanery, trickery, skulduggery, dissimulation, Accifauxpas, nasty surprises, Whoopsiedangleplops, unfathomability and mystery seems to cling to me nowadays! Just something I’ve noticed. Hehe!
05:20hrs, I got on with the ablutions. A stand-up style of course, too early to use the noisy shower yet, I’m afraid. I was a smidge surprised, that when I managed to cut myself under the chin in several places with the razor, no sooner had a washed the blood off and splashed some of the ‘Brute’ aftershave on it and winced a bit – they all stopped leaking, almost instantly? Yet another example of 72, Woodthorpe Court mysteriousness to ponder over! I’m glad that the previous tenant, Mary, got out before the aliens, ghosts, Bol Weevils, spirits, and Cursed Bad Luck dawned on the apartment. Come think of it though, it was probably me they wanted to punish, not the flat. Hehe!
Got the Anticoagulation Deep Vein Thrombosis card filled in and put it in the jacket pocket. Nibbles for the staff in the bag, and set off out to walk to the Sherrington Park.
As I ambled along Chestnut Grove in the semi-light, the sky was again blue. I took two shots on the way. The first one being of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its number 72 flat being afflicted, plagued, tormented, hoodooed by cunning ghostly aliens. Presumably having arrived from somewhere between the Twilight Zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the spacetime continuum, issuing forth illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, on a daily basis! I know this, those lucky ones that are unaffected will not comprehend my misfortune! Oh, I drifted off the plot there for a moment, sorry! The second picture has the nearly finished Extra Care Winwood Court and the Winchester Court displayed.
A few spots of rain in the air, but it was not cold at all out there. I walked along, feeling a lot better than I have for a long time.
Not many folks about yet, well not on foot, a bit traffic though.
The mind went on one of its deep meandering sessions as I walk on without any bother down Winchester Street onto Mansfield Road, turned left and before I knew it, I’d gone up the hill and down finding myself in Carrington. I’d timed it to perfection. Got in an logged on at reception, and found myself telling the receptionist all about my recent problems. Well, it gave her a laugh if nowt else.
Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. I told her about the problems too. I mentioned the lotions that Tim Price told me about, she said for me to tell the Doctor before I bought any to make sure they would not clash with all the other medications I am on. She took the blood and went through the DVT card with me. She also explained, that the diabetic socks, when I get them, should be replaced every six weeks, I have to request replacements. I informed her of my problem in getting them washed every day, Nichole 
told me to wear them for two days. We managed a smile and laugh, I thanked her, handed over some nibbles, and departed, noticing through her window, that the rain was now a bit havier outside.
When I got out, the umbrella was utilised.
The walk back into Sherwood was not so pleasant. The feet started 
to sting a bit and Back Pain Brenda kicked off. Hey-ho!
As I git back into Carrington, I thought I’d get some bread from the Continental Store. Their sourdough sliced bread is good and tasty. I should have gone up the hill to the Post Office shop and got some my favourite large sliced Polish Sourdough, but the rain put me off the 
extra walking to get there. I bought some bits, including a beef tomato to have with the sarnies later.
I plodded dwon to Winchester Street, aware that the walk up the hill, was going to take alot more effort and pain that the walk down it earlier.
The rain was much lighter now.
A lorry was parked on the corner of a side street, and the motorists were getting a little annoyed at it, indeed
As I took the last of the photographs of the scenario, somehow or other the Volvo managed not to hit the grey car pulling out blind into the traffic. If they had clouted each other, I could have sent the picture to the Nottingham Post and been famous? Haha!
Making my way slowly up the hill, I came across a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art in the gutter. Tsk!
Further up the incline, I came across a bit of Nottingham Nature. Natural, from wild flowers and weeds in the hedging near the fencing.
Something about this warmed my heart. No idea what it was called or anything about it, I just had to admire how the plants force their way through.
I was struggling a bit now with the feet and back. I was so glad I had not gone to the top shop now.
At the 40 bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, I cmae across some more Nottinghamian Street Art in the shelter. I suppose that this spot is vandalised so much because there are no CCTV cameras nearby, at it is a relatively unsused spot without any local population about?
The last leg up to the flats took a lot of effort to 
get to. After the terrain got flatter, I felt easier, and walked along Chestnut Way, stopping at Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana’s window, where she was working and exchanged a few words and cheered each other up methinks.
As I plodded on, the rain lightened even 
further, but the lads were still working in it.
I reckon they were in ‘Let’s watch the Tarmac cool down’ mode. Hahaha!
I had take few minute respite at this stage, as the Kidney Kevin’s aching began to give me some grief. No idea why, its not usually so sudden in coming on. Still, all was well and al lot easier shortly. I moved on and got in the flat. I dropped the bag and hastened straight to the wet room. Ah, that might be thereason for Kevin Kidney’s intervention!
I put the bread and bits away, got the kettle on, and thought I heard some shouting from outide. I went on the balcony and cut my hand trying to open the spring cli to have a nosey.
I didn’t owt that could been the cause for the shouting.
Made the brew and got on the computer to update this post.
After an hour or two, I thought about some food intake.
I ate it all up. A flavour rating of 8/10 given.
I took the medications, and put a Doctor Who DVD on the box.
Zzz!
Got the Health Checks sorted out first thing. 
The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from with
Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause. 
As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!
Next, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three! 
As I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights. 
I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House. 
Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe! 
I wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. 
photographicalisation. 
I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit? 
On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells. 
It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed. 
will eventually be the bus turnaround island. 
In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.
I stirred with my mind full of memories from the ridiculous dream I’d been having. As I reached for the pen and pad from the Ottoman to write down details before they shot off into the ether, the right foot slipped from the stool Ottoman, and I clouted the back of my right heel and hit my ankle on the corner, on the way down! This surprised me somewhat as I knew that I’d left the magnificently aged ci1968, second-hand, rickety recline in the up position wit
Washed up and off to the kitchen. The sphygmomanometer worked the first attempt. The results were another thing that caught me out this morning. Sys at 143 was a little low – Dia also low at 67, but the pulse was at 102! Maybe the clouting my legs and rushing about in response to the wee-wee and Throne needs had affected the level? 
I pulled at the lower region, and instantly the warm wet sensation of Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding sent my spirits down a peg. 
d under with the torch for the plastic, I hit my head on the edge of the cabinet. 
Took the medications and got a simple to make a meal of canned tomatoes and sausages.
I took a last snap with the old Sony camera through the unwanted, hard to clean, step-ladder needing, light & view blocking new kitchen windows, of the rather moody looking skyline.