Wednesday 12th February 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 12fed Chwefror 2020

(Tue) 21:50hrs: Earlier in the day, I had a tumble, and got my head down early, hence the odd waking time. I felt much better after four hours uninterrupted kip. I was pleased to remember that I had the Doctors appointment coming up, and decided to go through the notes I had written to remind myself for the visit to see Dr Vindla, in the morning at 10:00hrs.

Huh! Could I find them? No! I went to search in the three-wheeler guider trolley, in case I’d put the notes in it, so I wouldn’t forget to take them. I got distracted when I found a letter and leaflet from Nottingham City Homes, had been put through the door.

The leaflet notification was about the, until now unmentioned fire in Winchester Court last week. Headed: Winchester Court Fire Damage. Apparently, it was the sprinklers that had flooded the place but saved lives, they told us in the letter. No mention of any flooding in the flat below, as Malcolm told us at the bus stop. There followed a list of common sense do’s and don’ts regarding a fire taking place.

I couldn’t help but see the funny side of one bit of advice. Know your escape routes in case you need them in an emergency – and make sure everyone who lives in your home knows how to escape! (All sensible stuff!)

Then I wondered if this included the Black biting Boll-Weevils, the ghosts, the aliens and or the Goblins? That I am sure are a natural part of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination. Hehehe! I am a fool!

In the envelope were a Newsletter and a Notice of ‘Variation of the terms of your tenancy’. I was not up to reading it all, though. Some jiggling and rewording had been done. Sadly, some additions, covering rent payment, Knives and weapons, electrical supply meddling, door closers, gas canisters, failure to allow access to contractors, safety checks. For sprinklers, alarms, carbon monoxide checks, and Do not block any ventilation or extraction fittings. The Nottinghamian tenants sound a dangerous bunch, Haha!

I made a new list of reminders and put it in the walker-trolley, with the Newsletter to read at the surgery later.

I made a brew of tea, took the medications and had a WAOQ (Weak-All-Over-Quickly) wee-wee. Then pressed on with updating the daily post. Got it completed and sent photos to Pinterest.

Then made a start on this blog up to here. Went on the WordPress Reader next. Made a brew, then visited the TFZer Facebook.

Nibbled some bikkies and had a mug of tea, and got the ablutions tended to, as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the neighbours, a stand-up at the sink job. Can’t use the shower cause of the noise it makes.

Put the handwashing to soak in the bowl for after the shower and shave. 

Well, well, well, the pins looked Arthur Itis friendly! And, as if there was little blood in them this morning – good job I’m going to the Doctors later. Hahaha! But the ablutionalisationing went fine. Few dropsies, no cut and no bleeding! Yee-Haa!

I got a few graphics made up on CorelDraw. Then got some nibbles for the nurses in the trolley. The nurses aren’t in the trolley you understand? That’s where I put the bag of nibbles! Snigger!

I took two snaps of the tiny moon that lingered in the sky. Got the black bags on the trolley, and had a last wee-wee. Safety-First!

Made sure I’d got the bus-pass and ailments list with me. Camera in my pocket and set-off out for the hobble to Carrington.

Back in a couple or three hours. I hope!

(I’m back!) At the lift lobby, some more Winwoodhieghtean Artwork was spotted on the carpet. Down in the elevator and through the link-passage and out Winwood Court’s lobby door, and off on my wobble to Carrington.

By gum, it was cold out there! I had a little trouble controlling the three-wheeler-guide trolley at times but managed. I think with Arthur Itis coming on so strong caused the problem for me. Talk about Limpalong Cassidy, Haha!

I turned left along Mansfield Road en route and took these shots of the traffic. I can’t remember why I did. Maybe, to show the thriving hub of Sherwoods closed down shops?

I hobbled up the hill and down into Carrington. The famously snarled up traffic was going on later than usual?

In this snap on the right, although in the distance, is an animal of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist variety. The buck-toothed young ignorant son of moron came so close to hitting me from behind as he belted by me! Still, it didn’t bother me… much!

I arrived at the Medical Practice and made my way inside to the reception desk. Where the lady smiled at me and welcomed me like I was a long lost Grandfather! That cheered me up! ♥

I got seated and started the crossword puzzles. A chap sat next to me, amiably started a confab, and we had a laugh or two, and he even got a couple of clues in the crossword for me. By gad, it’s good to get out and about on days like this! After a while, Dr Vindla came out to collect me.

Her first words when we got in the treatment room, was: “I’ve not seen you for while!” But instant reply (Made with a grin on my face!) was, “Have you tried to get an appointment to see yourself?” She retorted cleverly with; “Well, I can see your not dead yet!” With an even bigger smile than mine was! Gawd, I love that woman’s sense of humour!

We went through the problems I am having. And the results were; She sent me to the nurse for a sample and four blood tests. She’ll let me know when the results come back.

She contacted the Chemist for me and afterwards told me the prescription will arrive this Saturday. I pointed out that I only have a day-and-a-half of medications left, and it is four days until Saturday? I reminded her of the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had left me without any for five days last month, and ventured that this may be part of my problems suffered? She got on the phone back to the Chemist, asked for the Pharmacist, and had a word with him, as I left to go to the nurse’s room.

As I came out after the marathon blood-letting session with the friendly new-to-me nurse, who I had in tucks telling her the names I’ve given my ailments, Dr Vindla came to me and told me that the Chemist is on the way here (The Medical Practice) now, with this month’s prescriptions! Now that is real service, bless her cotton socks!

I was over the moon! (Not literal, you understand?) I chatted to the receptionist between patient for a few minutes, and a pretty girl arrived, with the bag of goodies for me! She had written down for me, the date of the next ones was due. 9th March. I thanked her, and feeling cared for, and in high spirits, I thanked everyone again, and departed, whistling to myself, I think!

Unfortunately, as is usual when I start to get confidence or contented, something puts me back. In this case, I wobbled a bit going out of the car park and clouted my already Rheumatoid Arthur Itis suffering right knee against the brick wall, as I stopped myself going over. But hey, I wasn’t too bothered, its only pain! Hahaha! My gay-abandonment was only dented temporarily! I turned left, and, more limpingly than normal, made my way to the Lidl store down the road.

I was greeted there in true Lidl fashion, ignored! I ended up at the self -serve checkouts with, Fabric softener, a tin of garden peas, bin liner bags, Salt & Vinegar potato snacks, grated cheese and German smoked ham. I paid up, and out to the bus stop. Where I had another close call with a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Caught one to Sherwood, crossed the road.

Up the incline to the bus shelter, a ganglet of Winwoodonians were gathered. Some chit-chatting, sarcastic comment and light insults were shared. Hehehe! They chinwagged on the short trip up the hill back to the flats. Jenny, Nora, Frank and others.

The knees were bad now, and a chap must have seen me struggling with the trolley, and assisted me off of the bus. I fang you! As I limped through the Winwood Court social area, a lady must have read this blog and assured me that she would not be rude to me. Handing over the new frying pan incident). Bless her. ♥

I could not catch up with Nora and Frank en route to Woodthorpe Court. And, Nora is 91 years of age, still beautiful and a dignified lady! ♥

I went up in the next free list with Betty. We enjoyed a natter, mind.

I got in the apartment, and unloaded purchases, and put them away. Not a lot, but apart from the garden peas, everything else was actually needed, so I did well with not overshopping, I thought.

Arthur Itis was even worse than earlier, now. Mmm? Why though?

I got the prescriptions checked and stored away in the medical drawers. The dates on the PillMate blister packs were still wrong. 17th January. The dates on the individual packs were February 6th? But the voted 3rd best Chemist in Nottingham,  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, are at least catching up, slowly.

Got some mushroom and garden peas on the cook, and started the oven warming up for the chips later. And made a start on updating this blog.

Fatigued soon set in! So, I stopped on the blogging, got the chips in the oven, and got the handwashing done, rung and hung!

Then sorted the nosh. Bit of a feast, but I made too much of it for the stomach to cope with. (Again!) The waste bin took care of the uneaten stuff. Regarding the potato and cheese croquettes from Iceland, don’t bother trying them, folks!

Overall a taste-rating of 5/10 for this one.

I did the washing up and took a snap from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, photography hatingly designed with wide sticking out ledges so one cannot see below, thick-framed new kitchen windows. I was going to take one from the new balcony, but the incoming ice, snow and rain from Storm Ciara, had left water beneath the floor planks, and the crumbling wall plaster has fallen off in bits, gone under the wood in the stagnant water, and is beginning to smell a bit now. The picture didn’t come out too bad.

Aha! The TV was back on! At the bus stop earlier, one of the gals told me that the Fire Sprinkler installation crew had accidentally cut the communal cable. I thought as much! Still, obviously, they have now, three days later, got it repaired. Not that I mind really honestly. Falling asleep watching DVDs in just as easy to do. Hahaha! 

I got the ox on and started to watch a documentary, no, I’m wrong. It was The Dog Rescuers, on channel 54. I was doing well and stayed awake for the whole of the first part, then the advertisements came on… Zzzz!