Monday 13th May 2019

Italian: Lunedì 13 Maggio 2019

00:50hrs. Woke up for a wee-wee, of the SWSWW (Short-Weak-Sprinkly-Wee-wee)  variety. Passed it in the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, and back to sleep.

01:10hrs. Woke up for another wee-wee, of the SWSWW (Short-Weak-Sprinkly-Wee-wee)  variety. Passed it in the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, and back to sleep.

03:25hrs. Stirred and very reluctantly got up, for another wee-wee, of the SWSWW (Short-Weak-Sprinkly-Wee-wee)  variety. Passed it in the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Forced myself to go and take the morning medications. Made a mug of tea, which proved a tad risky with the thumb cumbersomely wrapped and soaked in blood. But I made one.

Got the audio centre and then the NHS Drop-in centre to visit today. I also have to replace the bandages, pads, and plasters used yesterday. These three tasks will take up most of the day, and leave no time to get anything else done. Oy Vey!

The computer turned on, and updating of the Sunday blog finished and sent off. Not comfortable or accurate, typing with a dirty-great plaster and bandage on my thumb! Even more mistakes than usual were being made. Grumph! Went on the WordPress Reader section.

I made a grocery order and sent it off.

Tried to have a wash and shave. Not very good, though. Trying to avoid getting the thumb wet. To early to have a shower. I was in a Fed-Up Mode, I couldn’t help it.

I did notice when I got pt the long sleeve shirt: the labels had the prices in Euros?

I was just about to set out, and the intercom rang out. It was the carer, which I thought I had cancelled. I tried to rush him to put the Ankle-Support on – which was a mistake because it was fitted very loose, and not much use. His boss called; said he was on his way as he had to see me urgently. I explained about my having to go to the Audio Clinic, and Drop-In Centre and the bus was due in fifteen minutes! We went down together out of the foyer, but we could not see the man. So, I made my way to the bus stop, getting there with- a couple of minutes to spare. I caught the 40 bus and was knocked about by the school kids as they massed on the vehicle at every stop en route to town. Hehe!

I alighted the bus on Queen Street. I walked down to the Slab Square and began to make my way to the Audio Clinic, avoiding the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists as I sped along.

I say speed, not really. But despite the danger of the ankle going over, I was impressed with my rate of knots, although, I regretted it later.

I stopped and turned back to take a picture on Little John’s bell housing. Pleased at the time showing. I don’t know how the busy bus got through so early but was grateful that he had done so.

I crossed over Market Street, and over to the other side of Beastmarket Hill, and up to Angel Row. The memories flooded back when I saw the Bell Public House. One of the haunts of my youth and drinking days was looking a little moth-eaten. But a sign said they still had four bars with four different atmospheres. I love the foot-tappers Jazz band that used to appear there, as well as other venues.

The weather was fine, just as well because with the mayhem when I left the flat, I’d forgot to take my hat with me! Hehe!

The closed down Odeon Cinema is now a Nandos, with its three big and two small waste bins out ready for collection.

I’m not sure why, but I was pleased with this picture, how it came out. The shadows from the scaffolding, and sunshine from behind help, giving it some texture, perhaps. Not that know what I’m saying, but it sounds clever. Hehe!

Turned left and over what used to be Granby Street. It’s Maid Marion Way now, also known as Brian Clough Way to some folks. At least in 1962, it was Granby, when I started working at the Tesco store, which they had bought from Adsega, a South African company, who also sold their Derby store to Tesco, in Duckworth Square, where I worked later. Isn’t it amazing how the long-term memory can still work, and the short term dissolves? Well, at times it just doesn’t seem to take things in, in the first place! Haha!

I made my way to Park Row, the same place I visited on Friday.

This time things, walking etc. seemed to go much easier, and I surprised myself at how soon I got to the top of the hill.

And, without anyone asking if I was alright, or telling me I looked very pale! Hahaha!

To the top of the hill and around the corner, to the Audio clinic. Where the signs told me they were had Proud & Caring staff.

The Proud & Caring receptionist shook her head in response to my good morning. Adding verbally, “What do you want?” I was fumbling to get out the appointment card when she asked my name and date of birth. “Where is your appointment card?” I smiled as I fluffed getting it out of my pocket and said; “It’s coming…” and handed it to her. A smile almost came on her face as she told me to take a seat. Which I humbly did, and got the crossword book out. Although my efforts on the puzzles were abysmal.

A young man appeared and called out my name, and I followed him into a room. I explained the problems with the hearing aids and the lady in the room checked them out for me. The mould on the right one had become distorted, and I was instructed to make an appointment within two weeks to have a new one made. She changed the tubing for me.

I was all sorted and out in ten minutes or so; walking down Park Row, on the Marathon hobble to the NHS Drop-In Centre.

As I turned right in Postern Street, I could ee roadworks blocking the way. It was a bit dangerous making my way down the road with the Trolley-Walker. But it got worse a little later!

Work was taking place in Nottingham Castle; it was all boarded up.

Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists were all over the place, and coming from all directions it seemed.

A few yards further on, and the roadway was hob-cobbled and most uncomfortable as the trolley shook and rolled, and several times, the locking-grip opened, and the thing started to collapse! Once the roadway became better, things settled down – but the ankle went over just before the smooth bit of road, and I uttered a few well-chosen expletives out loud! Good job I had got the medicines earlier on.

Took a shot of the Robin Hood statue, that is endlessly being vandalised by the local yobbery!

I poddled with ever getting more rattly walker down onto Canal Street. Taking this photo of the oldest pub in England.

After a visit to Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, you’ll soon understand why this pub has survived the centuries to become a treasure of Nottingham past and present.

As England’s oldest inn, the pub is nestled beneath the cliff on which Nottingham’s historic castle stands, and was once a well-known pit stop for crusader knights. It is said that King Richard the Lionheart and his men are more than likely to have gathered at this historic royal dwelling before journeying to Jerusalem in 1189AD, thus giving the pub its unusual name. Something of a cross between an inn and a museum, the pub features several bars, cosy nooks and snug lounges filled with curiosities and relics of Nottingham’s history. You can enjoy a delicious pub meal every day between 11: am and 10: pm in the Rock Bar, where you can warm up next to the fire in Yorkie’s Lounge, or enjoy the expansive garden area when the weather is pleasant. Beneath the pub, cave cellars root deep into the sandstone cliff and, like many of Nottingham’s 800+ caves, have for centuries been used for storage of ale. Also located in the cellars is an old cockfighting pit and part of the Castle Gaol was said to be housed in the cellars at one time. This included the condemned cell, a small cell with a very low ceiling with small holes drilled to allow a little air to flow through. The Gaoler would have sat just outside the cells on the ‘Gaoler’s Chair’ which was etched out of the rock and can still be seen today.

A little detail, to show what you are missing, folks.

As I passed the Nottingham Post building, another of the countless Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists shot by. A shame, but he managed to avoid the work sign on the pavement. Damn and tarnation!

Part of the works taking place was centred around the Broad March Centre, the tram station and the Magistrates Court.

I gave up on picturing the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists; there were so many of the ignorant, dangerous, toploftical, supercilious, arrogant animals about. 

But this dogbreath came so close to hitting me as I neared London Road to cross over near the new BBC centre. Well, it is for me. Hehe!

The draft he made as he belted by me from behind, nearly had me over.

Then the damned trolley-walker almost had me over! I was intent on picturing the nasty, uncaring, insensible, unaware, nescient and unconscious of his own bullying actions cyclist, I pushed the trolley over a crack in the concrete! Oh, I did feel a fool!

I risked life an limb getting over London Road to the BBC building.

The Drop-In Centre, now named the Urgent Care Centre as I discovered, was a few hundred yards behind the BBC.

I got inside and wet to the reception. Where the young lady sneered contemptuously and me and offered me an elongated “Yyyyes?” by way of a welcome. I gave her details, showing my bloodied thumb. Utterly uninterested, she told me to take a seat, and someone will call me later.

I got sat down, with the crossword book out. Had a fruitless attempt at doing some part-done puzzles. An hour or so later, a nurse came out and summoned me into a room. I told of my Whoopsiedangleplop with the thumb. She took off the bloodied homemade dressing and took a look at the wound. This happening, brought some interest to the proceedings, and she said; “Gum, you made a right good mess of that, haven’t you?” she put a wet pad on the thumb and told to go out and take a seat, and someone will call you for treatment. As I was going out, the trolley lock jumped open again. “You must not use that, it’s too dangerous!” she quipped as I departed to the waiting hall.

A nurse called me into a room half-an-hour or so later. She asked how I did it, very embarrassing. Two stitches and some holding tape later, she gave me some self-sticking plasters with pad to use to renew the wound if needed. “If it goes any blacker or bleeds again, you must see your GP! See my GP? Who is my GP?… oh yes, I remember, just! Hehehe! The one who needs a week at minimum to give me an appointment.

I thanked the nurse and departed. Planning on going to Wilko’s to get some replacement plasters for the ones used and blood-soaked last night.

Over London Road, up Bellar Gate, Belward Street, along Cranbrook Street. Left on Lower Parliament Street and along to Upper Parliament Street and the Wilko Store. Where I over-did the spending a little: I came out with Graze plasters, Lint, Sterile Adhesive Pads, Blue extra strong adhesive tape, fabric strapping and bandage crepe. Could have been worse, £7.90 spent.

A good 40 minute before the L9 was due, as I left the shop. So I called into the Poundland store and had decker at their medical offerings. Came out bearing Elastoplast fabric plasters, Porous tape, Adherent dressings, Waterproof plasters and crepe bandage. Much cheaper, at £6. Paid at the self-serve checkout, and out over the road to the bus stop. The feet, legs and ankle were all giving some grief now.

I took some photographs while I waited for the bus.

 

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The bus was well crowded on the way home. When I got to the Winwood Heights, I helped Charlie off the bus and called in 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. Oberscharführeress Warden and Hustle Model Julie was in working, and we had a laugh as I told her the days events. Said my farewells, and walked to the flats with along with Elizabeth, Cyndy and Eric. We managed a laugh or two, and Eric offered to sort out the sink plug for me, when I get one of the right size. Hahaha! Kind of him.

Got in the flat, and the SWWWs (Short-Weak-Wee-Wees) started again. Yet no signs while I was out and about? Odd that?

Took the medications and started to update this blog… for hours and hours… Oh dearie me! In between SWWWs of course. Well, it’s been a busy, messy day! Tsk!

Got the oven on and started to do the sausages and part-baked cobs.

I knew I would not be hungry, too much tiredness for that. So I made only a small portion. But I was amazed to find I couldn’t eat all of it, nowhere near. The sourdough baguette only had two bites taken out of it. I was even too tired to make the sausage sarnies.

Soon settled down, very late for me. Full of aches and pains, seemingly coming from everywhere. With the mind muddled as it considered Tuesdays appointment, now increased to five!

Bad enough, but then just when I drifted off, the dreaded Colin Cramps started off! Legs and feet mostly. They woke me with such surprise, I knocked over the bottle of spring water, and the left foot shot out sending swivel chair into balcony windows, hitting the carers box and distributing the folders and paperwork over the carpet.

Life, eh?