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00:25hrs: I gave up trying to sleep. Two reasons, first, I kept jumping awake every few minutes, and second, with the surgery visit today, I wanted to get up to date with the blogging cause with another day out tomorrow, things are going to be a struggle to get done.
Carer Richard was on my mind as well; I so hope he’s feeling better; his ticker was racing yesterday. Fingers crossed, he’s okay.
I poddled into the kitchenette, not to put the kettle on but to do the checks. Nothing calamitous was found in there; taps (faucets), fridge and cooker were all as they ought to be.
was giving me much wind, noisy belches and squeaking again.
I thought I’d try to get some shops of the 0100hrs view with al the lights on. Took a shot straight ahead. Then to the left, and then to the right.
None of them came out very good, but on the other hand, I’ve taken many that were a lot worserer. Hehehe!
The last effort was down to the Citrus Walk car park – I’ve done it again, called it Citrus Walk! I keep doing that lately. It’s Chestnut Way. I don’t think that she in control, whim I Christened as being likes Chestnuts. Haha!
However, at least the Chestnut Way car park picture came out better than the other more distant shots did. In fact, I think it was one of my better tries. I gave it an emotion of eeriness?
I thought I’d get the Health Checks done, as it appears that when I do them in the mornings, the results from the NHS analyser seem slightly better. Or have I got it wrong again?
I think this worked again this morning.
The pulse had dropped a lot.
The SYS 44, DIA 76, were both in the Amber.
I am a fool, they were all in the Amber individually.
But the results came out as in the Red Hypertension – 1 on the grid?.
But only just in it, so another good result, methinks.
Not bad at all. . I concentrated on getting the Tuesday blog finished off and eventually got it posted to WordPress.
Ailments-wise, I was also doing well; strange but welcome. and – and were the only things over-bothering me. just when I start to feel physically much better, poor get poorlier. I hope he’s improved a bit since yesterday and will be well enough to get to work.
I did the Pinteresting. Emailed the link, had a wee-wee and started sorting the photographicalisations for this blog. Went on CorelDraw to get the Ode made for this blog, then had another wee-wee.
All the wee’s (and those that followed) were of the WSSAO (Weakly -Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) variety.
Off to the kitchenette to make the first brew of tea, Glengettie. The finger I burnt last night, I ceremoniously stuck in the mug of freshly brewed tea. dipping the tea bag to get the full strength out of it. Tsk!
is still active.
Came in. He was terribly pasty looking and nowhere near his usual self, poor lad. No yawning and not much gossiping today.
He told me he rang his surgery to get an appointment, and the auto-answer machine told him he was 58th in the queue!
He’s a full diabetic and was not in good shape at all. I fear for his health, but he will not call for an ambulance, as he did for me last month.
I tried to lighten his load. I slipped him a can of pink gin; I know he likes them. And gave him the two beef slices that I missed giving him yesterday. He did have a minute or two chinwags as he was leaving, taking the bin bag with him for me. I still feel uncomfortable for him.
The lift should be arriving at 14:15hrs to get me to the Doctor’s surgery for the ECG & DVT vein bleed sampling.
I must make sure I remember this and get the ablutioning done, leaving me plenty of time to get down to the lobby.
Sister Jane rang, and a mutual moaning and yet a laughing session ensued. We share many problems. Haha!
The noise restarted again.
I wasn’t up to retaliate. Not feeling so good myself now.
Made some food, as I will or may be out late today.
I espied in the bin near the computer, evidence that I had been at the nocturnal-nibbling again.
Yet I was still feeling hungry?
But still made a meal; of sorts.
Rostis & chips. And very nice too. Even if it was a Plain-Jane affair.
Then got the ablutions done and dressed.
Spent ages getting things sorted to take with me to the Doctors for the EDG. Or even ECG.
Got down in the foyer with the crossword book and got some solutions in while sitting awaiting the lift. He arrived early, and I was soon being dropped off at the Sherrington Park Surgery.
Logged in, and ten minutes later, had the pleasure if Nurse Nicole coming out to collect me.
Into her room for the ECG. The DVT vein drain was not on for today as I thought it was, but they will let me know when.
It was grand chatting with Nurse Nicole. While in there, it felt like Doreen Dementia had given me a break, and I had a clearish mind for half an hour. I didn’t last, of course, but was appreciated. All done, and my mind fogged over almost the second I left the rooms. Back to reality.
I left the building and walked down to the Lidl store.
Once inside, things were back in control of .
I wandered around, having no idea what I’d gone into the shop for. I think I must have been in there for an hour or so, meandering around almost aimlessly. It got worse at the self-serve checkouts.
I joined the queue, and dropped, I can’t remember what it was now, something, and the chap behind picked it up for me.
A lady helped me out with getting the things put through.
I regained a degree of understanding after leaving the store and got to the bus stop okay. It was there that I realised I had a carrier bag of stuff on the handlebar of the walker-guide and things in the trolley bag too?
I let a bus that I wanted to catch back into Sherwood go by because I couldn’t make out what number it was in time to stop it.
The next bus that came, I asked a young lady at the stop what number it was; I got looked at up and down, with a frown; and a curt “A 69!” in return. Shot my hand out, got on the bus, and got to the seat in time before the driver moved off, only because he waited for me to get seated first.
I must say Thanks: to the gentleman who picked the things up for me – The lady at the Lidl checkout and the patient bus driver.
Dropped off in Sherwood, and I realised the connecting bus up to the flats was due in two minutes. I got across the Pelican lights and up to the bus stop as quickly as I could but did not make it in time… However, there was a gang of Winwood Heights tenants still at the bus stop. One chap told me the 40 bus had not arrived yet. We had to wait for the next one.
When we got back to the flats, my spirits rose again as I had a natter with someone as we entered the Winchester Court lobby, walked through the passage and into Winwood Court.
I’ve no idea why, but I started yodelling? I was suddenly in a happy mood? I espied in the Winwood lobby, that the ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) Holding Room Office door was ajar, and at that moment remembered I needed to ask, Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana if she could check over the paperwork for the Nuthall Hospital visit and arrange transport for the day. (Not sure now if I did or not, though?) Sad, innit?
NCH (Nottingham City Homes) Generalfeldmarshalless & Desk-Top Dancer Angela, and Obersturmbannfuhreress, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie were also there. I’m not certain what we spoke about, but we laughed a lot, I think.
When I got back up to the flat and started emptying the food from the bags, it was almost like Christmas as a kid.
I genuinely could not remember what I’d purchased and soon found out.
Gin, tomatoes, BBQ sauce, Frikadellens, bread rolls, Marshmallows, Snack pies, and two bars of chocolate.
By gum, I live well!
I was feeling hungry again now, seeing all this fodder. may have another meal later on?
Arrived. Medications were given, we had a natter. Treats, and Carolynne took the waste bag with her as she departed.
I had a nibble, with some much-buttered bread rolls, yellow & red tomatoes and some vegan pie pieces, with extra onion pickle. And BBQ sauce dip.
I ate about half of it. But think I shouldn’t have. Too much eating today?
Got off to sleep with no bother.