Thursday 30th May 2019
Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 30 Cèitean 2019
03:40hrs. I woke in desperate need of a wee-wee – I disentangled my aching, tired, overweight body from the £300 second-hand, grotty-beige, c1968, rickety-rusty-recliner, caught my balance and made for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was startled a bit, by the force and length of the evacuation. Which was of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Wee-wee) style. But the colour had gone back to normal now.
I got the slippers on, and poddled with the stick, to the kitchen, and took the medications, made tonight’s dosage pot up. Imbibed this morning’s medicines, and got the kettle on, and then did the health checks. Sys 177, Dia 81, Pulse 88, and Temperature 35.8°c. A change for the last few mornings. Up a bit – As Bob Monkhouse used to say in ‘The Golden Shot!’
Ankle strap, not dry enough!
The hand washing shirt and socks were moved and placed on the warm airer.
However, the Ankle-Support Strapping was nowhere near dry enough to put on! It cannot be dried with any heat applied. So the walk to the doctors this morning is going to have to be done with great care and patience. I do not want the foot to go over and end up with broken bones, Oh Dear, no! I’m a little concerned about this, to be honest. But I have to get to the surgery, and no buses run here that early. I might use the four-wheel-trolley-guide instead of the three-wheeler.
The innards gave me an indication that they needed the use of the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room. And what a change in that department today! Quick, painful, but so messy and gooey! And I’d just taken some Senna and Movicol with the medications. That might prove a mistake. Flipping ‘eck! Made worse by all the cleaning up needed after the evacuation, Oy Vey!
Got the computer on, and started to update the Wednesday post (Not one of my better days that, Grumph!). The fingers were shaking a few times, but not as bad as yesterday. Got it finalised and sent off to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section for a while to catch-up During which, several more wee-wees were needed, but these were not so forceful and shorter in length and volume. They were of the H.K.W.W. (Heavy-Keen-Wee-wee) classification.
I planned to get the ablutions done at 07:00hrs. This should give me time to sort out things for the doctors and get the trolley-guide prepared etc. for the hobble to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. I made up the nibble-bag while I thought of it, and put it in the four-wheeled-guide box. Such a sad little box, it’s also a seat, but these few nibbles filled it, so it is of little use, if any, for shopping? I think I’ve got it right. Appointment at 09:20hrs – 07:00hrs: Ablutions; shave, teggies, shower, dry, battle with the sock-glide one hour. 08:00hrs: Leaves me 20 minutes to faffle around and get outside togs on and set off out by 08:20hrs: Giving me an hour to walk to the surgery. Gone are the 35-minute hobbles to the doctors of old. Humph!
Made a start on this post.
Ablutionisationing time arrived. Closed the computer and off to the wet room.
Stubbed the poor old toes again in the seat riser, silently muttered under my breath, “Oh, bother!” Then the foot/ankle went over.
I think I may have said something along the lines of, “Arghhurgh!” 
followed by “Well Fancy that!”
Got myself sorted, moved the Ankle Support strap in the wet room, in hopes that it dries quicker.
Then I readied things including the four-wheeled-walker and took some bags to the rubbish chute on the way out. I was soon out in the fresh air.
The bigger trolley is more comfortable to control downhill but too big really for use on the buses; I’ll find out on the way home later.
A beautiful display of white flowers blooming on Winchester Street.
Getting through on the pavement with the trolley was not easy at all. Some cars and vans from the sub-contractors were parked on the footpath and didn’t give enough room for me to walk through, and I had to go on the road to get by. But I’m not complaining; their illegal parking allows the L9 bus to get by. Without which I would be in a right picklement!
I pressed on carefully and not rushing, down the hill onto Mansfield Road. The mind had an odd moment of reflection on how things were going, and I was suddenly weighed down by weltschmerz.
Walking along Mansfield Road, I took some shots of the shops I passed by.
They were not a very encouraging sight. Humph! I pressed on up the hill, and down into Carrington.
The atmosphere was one of decrepitude and misery I’m afraid. Closed shops, unhappy faces, and a sense of defeatism lingered.
A little before the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, I spotted some beautiful small flowers, 
that appeared to be growing on some nettles? I’ll ask Caroline next week to see if she knows their name.
As I got to the surgery entrance, I had to stop as a dizzy as I’ve never had before suddenly came over me. It didn’t last long, a minute or two at most. But it was not like the usual Dizzy Dennis efforts, this time it seemed to be coming from behind the eyes, and the vision went blurry. Mmm?
I was greeted with a welcome from the receptionist, took a seat and got the crossword book out and had a go, an unsuccessful one, again! Hehe!
Dr. Lona Vina called me into her room. I’ve never been in there so long, ten minutes! She asked how I was feeling, and some deeply personal questions that needed answering. Then had a look at my legs, checked the lungs/breathing. I have to keep taking the Furosemide that the hospital had taken me off. She was concerned as to why they had removed the fluid fighting Furesomide in the first place and ordered some from the chemists for me. The kidneys needed checking out, and the iron in the blood will be checked. She arranged for Nurse Nichole to take some blood. Ah, Nurse Nichole… life became worthwhile again! Haha!
I waited in the nurse’s area and had another failed go at the crosswords. I may pack up trying! Tsk! Nurse Nichole came to fetch me, and we had a jolly good natter while she 
took the blood. It was so lovely after such a long time seeing her again. Gave her some chocolates I’d brought, just in case I saw her. (Proof, that the EQ works?) Thanked her and handed the receptionists some nibbles on the way out.
I departed, and checked my as good-a-Rolex, second hand £2 watch with its £10 new strap, and there was no point in catching a bus back to Sherwood, for an L9 bs was not due for 58 minutes. So I went to the Lidl store and had a wander around. The small box on the trolley would not 
hold the things I’d bought, but, I had taken a small back-bag with me and had to use that as well. (Smart Heh?) I came out with mild-mini-peppers, tomatoes, cheese, triple-fried beef chips: chicken pieces, and baking potatoes. I paid at the self-service checkouts and departed.
Just missing being knocked over by another, hated, ignorant, doollaly Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist!
I (foolishly) decided to walk back to Sherwood. As I started to walk, I saw a git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist coming towards me – I stop turned and got the camera out and took a picture as he shot by. Unfortunately, the shakes came on, and I took three shots straight after each other. But, this shows just how fast the repugnant antisocial needs-locking up bully was travelling at!
A far less painful than I expected hobble back to Sherwood was enjoyed.
But it wasn’t long before yet one more Nottinghamian, bullying, inconsiderate, chowderheaded scumbag of a baby-carrying Pavement Cyclist was threatening to have me over, coming from behind again. But it didn’t bother me! (Lie Mode Engaged!)
I made my way up to the L9 bus stop at the top of Mansfield Road. A sad sight of another closed down business was straight opposite the shelter where I took a seat on the trolley for the first time. Putting in the breaks first!
A bloke from out flats, the one on all the social security who brags about his Asian wife and child and how much he is still getting, and they have lived apart for donkey’s years. But it didn’t 
bother me! (Lie Mode Engaged!)
Yet another, ignorant law-breaking Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclistess, lurked nearby. But I was safely hidden in the bus shelter at least. Hehehe!
The L9 bus arrived on time, and we all mounted, there were about four of us from the flats by then that got on board.
I took a last shot of Sherwood before getting on, and the four-wheeled-guide proved to be too large for me to sit without blocking someone’s passage. I’ll try to use the three-wheeler on buses in the future.
The walk from the bus stop to the flats was a little wearying. I imagine my having sat down for a while and having to get up again was the reason, and of course, the feet were giving me some hassle. Walked back with Mary, who had arrived on the other bus. She had cancelled her move to the Sneinton Flats now, and moved down to the first floor at Woodthorpe Court, from the top storey. That’s the 5th, 9th, then 15th and now the first floor she is residing in. She gets about a bit, s
he does. Bless her. Hehe!
I got in the flat. I’ve worked out a system with the trolleys. I wheel it to the end of the hallway, unloaded it and the bag, but away what I wasn’t going to use. Then retrieved the airer-dryer from the spare room, back to the hall, and wheeled the emptied trolley into the room. Sort of reverse when going out. I might not 
have explained that very well, sorry.
Had a wee-wee, and what a wee-wee it was! An LHBLWW (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) Class. I reckon the Furesomide that I held onto and took this morning was working!
Took this picture from the unwanted hellish new kitchen windows that cannot be reached to clean the six panes of glass that need the use 
of the stepladder to get to, the thick-framed light & view-blocking frames.
Got the nosh sorted. It looked good, but the eyes were bigger than the stomach again, and I could not eat half of it. But I was so tired. Perhaps that had some effect on it? Mind you, what I did eat, I enjoyed well enough. A flavour rating of 7.5/10 given.
I hope to try some of the Boczek Nordic Style bacon for tomorrow’s nosh. Or maybe not, I’ve some roast pork slices with a far shorter use-by date yet to use.
The ingredients listed as being in this bacon, are: Pork Belly Boneless & Skinless (92%), Salt, Pork Gelatin, Spices and Spice Extracts, Stabilisers: Triphosphates, Carrageenan, Locust Bean Gum, Flavour Enhancer: Monosodium Glutamate, Soya Protein, Modified Starch, Stabilisers: Sodium Citrate, Collagen Pork Protein, Antioxidant: Sodium Erythorbate, Flavourings (contains Barley Gluten, Soya, Milk), Glucose, Maltodextrin, Acidity Regulator: Citric Acid, Preservative: Sodium Nitrite. Hehehe! But it tastes divine!
I washed the pots, such as they were and got the kettle on.
Settled in the gungy-beige, £300, second-hand recliner to watch a Frost DVD. Fell asleep, and was woken up by the door chime a couple of hours later. Out of the recliner, nearly toppled over, got to the door. It was Malcolm from nearby, He had seen a parcel outside the door, and let me know, handed me the parcel. I thanked him.
Well, I was up and about and decided I’d get the hand-washing done. Two shirts and a pair of socks. Got them hanging up to dry.
Then I thought I might as well get this. Blog updated. Made a start, I had rather a lot of photographs to sort out first, so got them done.
I was naked, apart from the PPs and dressin
g gown now, and I realised how the legs were getting awfully full of fluid again. It looked like some new papsules were beginning to come on again, too. The paleness continues. The knees knobbliness seems to have lessened, though.
Well, fancy that! Can you believe it?
I tried Facebook to see if it would come back on, there. Very slow.
Early morning, I had another H.K.W.W. (Heavy-Keen-Wee-wee). These, thankfully are less often, but seem to be clearing me out well!
Got the head down again.
The evacuation was no more bothersome than the last, perhaps a little easier indeed. But, as I standing-up, the right leg went into one of its Hokey-Cokey jumping sessions. While this caused no physical injuries whatsoever; I did manage to knock just about everything off of one of the floor cabinet. Toilet rolls (One of which plopped straight into the WC!), a jar of Cetraben, a tube of Savlon cream, a fresh air spray, a kitchen towel and a pack off PP’s. There was probably more stuff. Picking it up, I got myself more and more wound up! Gruffunbotherations! 
Accifauxpa with the dancing leg get to me. 
Got the computer going, and checked that I had put the dentist appointment on the calendar. 
I thanked him and soon had the fridge and freezer fully restocked with various delights to meet my coenaculous nature and phagomania. I even bought a sweet & sour ready-made meal amongst the picking, and the treat of the month, or longer, some Boczek cooked bacon! 
I was going to get the chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot. 
The thing slipped from my limited grasp as I took it to the black bag bin. I gladly photographed it, picked it up, and got it in the bag. I went and got the other one, washed it, and set it up. Sliced the somewhat jaded looking mushrooms that Morrison had just delivered, and got them in the new cooker. With distilled vinegar and basil, on a low setting. 
Sister Jane rang about the Evening Post printing about Winwood Heights. I see they choose not to show it in its usual disorganised, no available 
I took some bags down to the mobile phonist’s… I mean, caretaker’s door. Got the oven on for some sausages, and plan to have them with a blue egg and baked beans? In the end, I had a tin of vegetable sausages and beans with the mushrooms and a blue egg. Overall, a taste rating of 7.5/10. The blue eggs were a little bland tasting, 
Got up for one of the SSWWs. The bucket was now again, half-full already! 
Monday evening, 20:25hrs: Gave up trying to sleep, and rose up, made a brew and passed a urination of the FSSWW (Frisky-Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) variety, it was still brown in colouration. Thankfully, the accompanying pong was nowhere near so pungent now!
I took the belated evening medications. I am a right clot of the highest order! 
I still cannot hold the camera steady enough for me to take a panorama photograph I’m afraid. 
I then got the socks, and jumper hand-washed in the kitchen sink bowl, and hung up to dry before moving the shirt to an airer later. If I get the time, what with Caroline’s visit and the Dentist to be visited today. 
The BP results were better, I think so at least. The Sys was down to 139, the Dia 72, the pulse at 82, and the temperature read 35.8°c – which is a little higher than average, but it has been low for a while, so another good reading, methinks? 
beyond me. I know that the last week’s INR reading came back as being high. I rechecked the resulting form, to find that it was actually low, at 2.2! Yet I firmly believed it to be the other way? It is likely that having a Stroke, can change you from an everyday schmuck, bozo and an idiot, into a higher-class twit… such as a halfwit, cretin, imbecile, lamebrained-clodpole, as well! Huh! 
We decided to have a walk up to Mapperley Top with the trolley, and get some Sourdough Baguettes from Aldi. And I am now so glad we did, for it was like a holiday for me. 
lose the wonderful helpers from the Stroke Team. (Sob!) Chestnut Way, looked a dangerous, almost a life-threatening no footpath, busy with road-works, to have to walk along the roadway. This was because it is a dangerous, almost a life-threatening no footpath, busy with road-works way to have to walk along the roadway.
Caroline and I began the walk back to the flats. As we turned down Mapperley Rise, I got Caroline to pose showing the eggs for me. 
On the Cow Parsley (I had to ask Caroline for the name again, Tsk!) on the left, where new flats are to be built, had a Ladybird that I really wanted to try and take a good photo of. 
I caught the bus down the hill. Had a natter with some residents on the way. 
There was a good while until the bus was due back. I hobbled down to the Co-op store and had a wander around. I came out with some sweet peas and cooked beef slices. Made a cock-up at the checkout, and selecting the cooked beef. Farcical really. The stick was the problem, whenever possible when going out, I will take the trolley-walker with me, but it was impossible today. 
With the time lost, I had to move a bit faster than was comfortable, and awkward with the stick up the road, to the bus stop! 
I got up to the bus shelter. Where I realised I need not have rushed after all – the bus was not due for another ten-minutes yet. 
apartment as the shakes eased off. Got the bits put away, and added the next dentist appointment to the Google Calendar.
Cox’s apple. A pot of mandarins in jelly added onto the tray.
00:25hrs. Having been woken up by fifteen landline phone calls over an hour, from a food delivery personage, I decided sleep was once again not to be attainable for me. Gadzooks! 
eas that might help. I’m a bit nervous in case the foot and ankle give way and goes over, and breaks any bones. That would not be good at all. I think Caroline is due tomorrow, I’ll check the Goog
I got carried away and decided to do some hand-washing again. Or should I, I thought to myself? Being a dippydro, and indecisive-ponderer, after much ado and much shilly-shallying, uncertainty and scrupling, I decided I would do the washing after-all. 
I did sit there a while, just in case. While I waited in vain for some activity, I did notice how the pins (legs), and one was fatter than the other, both were the new standard for me pale and anaemic. Also, they had accrued some more papsules, spots and growths to go with the scar from yesterday’s battle I lost with the sock-glide when the shakes started at an inopportune moment, just as I was about to put my foot in the glide. Had it been a few seconds earlier or later, I may not have got the wound at all. Hey-Ho! 
It was Physio Lucy who arrived around 10:15hrs. A quickie today. Exercises done, that all seemed to go well, to me.
An hour or so later, from roughly the same area, but taken from a wider angle. 
The chips I added to the oven was soon soaked in fat, and uneatable really, so they got thrown away. 
off. I woke a few hours later, an when I burst awake, I was confused as to just what time it was. 
Got to sleep around 03:00hrs I woke in need of a wee-wee at 05:35hrs. My EQ told me this was going to be a stinker-of-a-day. A fraught, exigent sort of Sunday, lonely as well. (It was right too!)
the frame of the sock-glide. Haha! 
it was blowing a good bit out there Brr! 
stroke, I can’t believe how weak I am now.
The rain came down, and it took my spirits with it a little.
. And watched the rain falling for a while.
. A heavy shirt and a pair of bamboo socks. Oh, and the Ankle-Strappings.
So I carried on with the hand-washing, and did my best to wring them out and got them on the slow-airer flatbed, and hung some up.
The morning’s picture of the pins left me a tad concerned. 
Got some shirts and socks in soak for a hand-washing.
bamboo sock on went well. 
It’s going to take ages for them to get dry, but never-mind, at least I’m still here to make a mess of it. Haha! 
Then, having avoided the task for a while, I tackled the dreaded job of getting the Ankle-Support put on. 
residents shed, but nobody was in, so I continued to the end of Chestnut Way and turned to take a shot of Winchester Court and the vehicular obstructions. 
Down in Sherwood, I bought the groceries and the right-size this time, sink plug. 
Huh! 
Well, the fresh food one did. 
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ever had! In fact, looking at the picture, I may well have bought the wrong bread altogether. It was dry and tasteless. Eurgh! Hey-ho! 
was limping badly now. I think that the earlier stubbing of the toes has caused a problem. 
of Hood Street to turn right up Mansfield Road. 
When I got inside, many letters had been delivered. 
Got the ablutions sorted, wee-wee, teggies, shaved, washed and polished the head. Again without any mishaps! (Haha!) 
A first-time caller. Etienne (French). I explained I could manage in future and asked him to cancel the visits. I also told him to tell his boss that he could have four boxes of disposable Protection Pants. Then explained to him what they were and showed him. I asked him to tell his boss to call and make a date for collecting them, to suit himself. Showed the man the unwanted new balcony with its finger-trapping openings, gaps, feathers that had come through the cracks between the windows and the complicated, uncleanable for old folks, farcical opening system.
Sleep? Morpheus? Rest? What’s that then? Grumblemoanweedoffandtired! 
I took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass needing to be cleaned; and I cannot even reach some of them. Light and View-blocking kitchen window. 
The legs were looking a little worn and white, almost anaemic! Warped and pasty! Right Ankle without the strap on, all twisted outwards. Hehe! 
I did some hand washing, socks and a couple of long sleeve tops. Hung the tops up on the shower rail in the wet room to dry. Socks on the warm airer. 
chicken meals with egg rice. They were on offer at 3 for 
The sun came out momentarily, and I grabbed the camera, but it had gone in by the time I took this picture. 
Hobbled back with the new four-wheeled stroller to the apartment, and Caroline took a photograph of me with the flowers she had plucked for me, in my pocket. That was so nice! ♥ 
Got the meal cooking, hope it comes out alright. 
use on Saturday, if Josie likes black bean sauce and chicken, of course. I must ask her tomorrow. I added some extra bean sauce and some tomatoes. I ate most of it, and all of the tasty baguette!
I went to make another brew of tea to replace the one that went cold. As I was about to take a photo of the view through the unwanted, extra glass to be cleaned and I can’t reach to do so, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, that needs the use of the step ladders to see anything below to photograph; and a crow flew into view. I got back on the computer and emailed the picture to the TFZ’s Lona. It’s not very big in the piccy, but she does love them, crows. An English bird for her. X 
No signs of any interest from innards to use the Porcelain Throne. Odd, this is! 
natural place to look for them, but I didn’t on the earlier searches. Hehe! 
The knocking noises keep sounding on and off as I moved the clothes around and made a brew. It might be some noisy repair work going on. 
I got the nosh started. 
The washing up afterwards was a long session.