Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th September 2019: Oh, to be in the arms of sweet Morpheus… but no, I am denied! Humph!

2019 Sept 26

2019 Sept 26

Thursday 26th September 2019

Luxembourgish: Donneschdeg 26 September 2019

4Thu001

03:55hrs: Woke up, and almost like a robot, out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, not-working-again-today thanks to Brother-in-Law Pete damaging it, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), recliner. Had a wee-wee, but could not find the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), I don’t know why, but I could not find it at all! Nae bothers to me, I seemed to be in a very laid back state? I poddled to the wet-room, and needn’t have worried more about what came out, or instead didn’t. It was of a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

To the kitchen and moved the hand-washed last night, long-sleeved shirt onto the airer. Then I took my medications. Made a brew. And got the computer booted up. All these actions were done in a very matter-of-fact way, and no thought-storms or worries bothered me! Somehow this made me worry.

I did the updating of the Wednesday post. So quickly, I kept thinking I must have missed something, surely. Maybe I did, but haven’t worked out what it is yet? Odds are this is what happened. Haha!4Thu02

When I made a mug of tea. It had got light, and I drew back the curtains.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!

WDPleft02WD 100.20.0 4Thu05Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? Is this possible? I thought? Then the worrying, fretting, nervousness, and the uncomfortable neurasthenia kicked-off. (It had to come!) I pondered on what could have caused this. Ghosts, Aliens, or giant Boll-Weevils? Hehe! Then, I remembered the falling bit of concrete or cement that I spotted on the balcony yesterday!

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The joke I put in yesterdays dairy about the crumbling balcony, isn’t so funny now. Hahaha!

The whining and droning noises were still all around. But, someone starting the drilling and banging (Fire Sprinkler fitting?) in the flat nearby, took off the hassle of the ever-present humming noise.

4Thu04I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! Smug Mode Engaged! Jim-dandy!

The delightfully appealing Phlebotomy Nurse arrived and soon had me sorted out, and the blood was taken. (And cheered up a little, her attendance always cheers me up, even when she tells me off. Hehe!) I was too late to catch the 09:30 bus to town. So, I titivated around a bit. Then got some computer checking on the updates done and corrected, computer off, and readied the things for the outing to the City Centre. I think a World Market is on in Nottingham’s Slab Square; I might get around it and take some photographicalisations.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute, the knees giving me agony, (Two 19-hour plus days and not getting out, has annoyed the knees. Hahaha!), down in the lift, and along the link-passage into Winwood Court, and to the Obersturmfhuress’s and Catwalk Models Wardens Julie and Deana’s interrogation and holding cells office, where Julie was with a gang of builders. I just walked into the middle of the huddle and disturbed them, handing out the nibble bag. Then, out to the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

A super chinwagging session, with a lot of laughter, sarcasm and mild insults flowing to and fro. Great fun! The L9 to town arrived first, and I mounted with some other tenants and got the crossword book out en route.

4Thu07aI got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the 4Thu07Poundland shop, which I visited first thing.

I noticed a Your Bus pulling out, bound for a roundabout route to Derby. I felt a little sad, that I have not been to Derby on that bus, since having the stroke, and determined to try and get out again sometime.

In the Poundland Store, I did the usual buying too much. I arrived at the self-serve tills with a right load. Pork Farms pork pie (2), More drain unblocker, bleach, Gold bars, Poptastic crisps for the nibble bag, Dettol disinfectant, Almonds and Cashew nuts as a self-treat, and a BLT ready-made sandwich. Enough to have to use the heavy-duty carrier and fill the trolley bag.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I paid up, and as I was leaving the store, Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to stop for ten-minutes to regain my equilibrium. I was left feeling so weary and tired afterwards, it bothered me. So, against the wishes of my RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, I foolishly had a sit down on one of the benches outside for a short time. Oh, getting up again was a heck of bother and discomfort, Tsk!

4Thu06But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.

Walking was not easy, RIA and a few more mini-dizzies saw to that for me. Humph, and thanks for that!

I made my way into the Market Place, and nervously got hobbling along the lines of stalls to see what was on offer.  Various take-way food stalls, finnimbrun, Wine stalls, foreign beers stalls, and the regular alcohol stand for Nottingham’s bibacious addicts:

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4Thu13This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there?

I wish I knew why. Terrorists? Escaped prisoners? Meal selecting officers? It must be important to let two vehicles and four officers out knocking over shoppers, surely? Hehe!

1Mon02 - CopyI later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web.

I couldn’t but did find this snippet: Old Market ‘Scare’ (instead of Square) will be returning to Nottingham as Slab Square’s next big event – and there’s going to be a terrifying new attraction. Halloween?

4Thu14I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I limped down Long Row, up Queen Street, and to the L9 bus stop. I started to fade, flaked-out, succumbed to the sudden fatigue, while waiting for the bus. No more dizzies, though, just weltschmerz, all-in, and unbelievably exhausted! Concentration dissipated, interest flagged, and nothing mattered more than my desire for sleep. So much so, that on the bus home, I fell asleep several times, and was lucky enough to wake up at Winwood Heights bus stop, as it went around the island and I nearly fell off of the precarious side-saddle seat! Else I may well have missed it, and ended up in Bestwood! Still, I could have swiped my pass again and stayed on for the return journey. But, would I have fallen asleep again and ended up back in town. Hehehe! Oh dear! Tsk!

4Thu15I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat.

I took the medications. Handwashing was ignored. Got the meal ready, an all-cold affair, I dare not have risked any cooking, and falling asleep again!

I think I enjoyed the meal, though. Found a scribbled FR 8/10 on the notepad later. I assume it was for Flavour-Rating 8/10.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then, the phone rang out. It was Tamsin from the Falls Team. She had arranged for a chap to call on me, regarding the wheeler guide and they may have one to swap the current one with, that might be of a more stable- design for me. Initially, the date given me for the gentleman to visit me, was next Thursday, but not until 15:00hrs. I explained about this being a little late in the day for me, and she kindly looked up the next free date and booked it in when I agreed and thanked her graciously. This would be for Friday 11th October, at 09:30hrs. I wrote it down on the pad, to remind me to add it to the calendar in the morning. How kind of Tasmin! 

I managed to get the washing up done.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then just as got down in the grotty recliner. The landline rang and flashed again! I struggled up and got to the phone in time before it stopped. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the INR results and new dosages for me.  Mon 2, every other day 1½. (So, the dubious-looking to me pill-splitter should get some use this week, Hehe!) The next date for an INR Warfarin blood test will be for 3rd October, and she will inform the Phlebotomy HQ for me. I thanked her, and considered suicide… but decided instead to try and get some sleep…Please! Hahaha! I added the date and time to the list on the notepad.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I got down again, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was stealing my valuables when I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not tonight recliner, I nodded off within a few minutes. But soon woke with a jump. Wondering what day it was, where I was, who I was, and why! Unfortunately, this repeated itself, many times, and getting to sleep proper, took me hours. So much for catching up on my sleep, then. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!

A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!

Tsk!