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04:25hrs: Ann Gyna giving me some mild bother, but not as bad as she has been.

Got up and weeded; I had to use the Porcelain Throne, then got the computer on and did the Health Checks.

Well, just look at today’s results, will you… Fan-Flipping-Tastic!

Go on, have a close look. .

When I copied the Excel Health Log this time, I added a few more days,  just to show off how well I did, if you know what I mean? Hehehe!

It had to happen! Mr Fries, the Smoke & Mirrors man. The money manipulator, the $26.4 million salaried, high-flying, number-crunching good looking the boss at LIBERTY-GLOBAL – who bought Virgin Media, Three and did deals with Vodafone… Al three doing barfly now, thanks to Fries not having the foggiest idea how to get a signal ot stay on – and doesn’t give a toss about his customers, just like a bank president, and still gets his phenomenal wage.
Even after telling all call-centre staff of Virgin to never speak the name Liberty-Global to any customers. There has to be an ulterior motive behind all this – Wall Street based, likely as not.
Not sure if hate the crud-nut or admire him?

So, I turned off the computer and went to get the tended to. Things were going well, very well… too well.
One minute I’m hunched over the sink, viewing my tremendously scary face as I shave.
I don’t really know how or why, but I took a tumble, landing on my knees and twisting my right wrist. “Now I’m in a pickle, I thought…”

From nowhere appeared at the door. I’m not sure of the chronology of these happenings; I was a bit shaken up. After several attempts to get me back on my feet in the wet room failed, we moved into the hallway, but nope, I just could not get my leg up.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled slowly, painfully, to the front room, and there with the assistance of Richard and the recliner, got back upright. I was in a mini-panic, but once back up, felt a lot better. Apart from feeling a right embarrassed fool!

Had to go; I’d taken up too much of his time. He made sure I was alright,  and he had other customers waiting. Before he left, he fetched a towel to wipe of the shaving foam I got myself covered in and didn’t know it. And put the diabetic sock on for me. I just had the protection pants on! I did feel like a fool!

I’d gotten away with things pretty well, but that was only due to . Thanks, mate, Grrreat timing there!

I have to admit when the landlines went, and the nurse I had the appointment with called, she explained that the DVT nurse was not coming. She asked if I was attending. I explained that I’d just taken a tumble and was unsure… then I found a positive mode, and I said Yes, I’ll be coming. I’d just remembered the lift was coming in an hour or so. So, I agreed to go. She offered to rearrange it, but I was curious as to why I was going, not remembering with the help of .

I got things ready and did the checks. All done and off, getting to the lift, in it, going down… and remembered I’d not got the camera with me. I planned to walk back from Carrington into Sherwood and take some snaps along the route. So back up to the apartment (sounds posher, dunnit? Haha!), and I  collected the Lumix camera, then back down to the block foyer.

These are the photos I took earlier that I forgot to put in the blog. Tsk!

The chair used after sorting me out from the tumble to issue the medications for me.

I used the Lumix in auto mode to take this shot as I walked into the kitchenette. Made me jump a smidge, didn’t realise the flash would work.
I tried not to look at the untidy state of the room – and did a decent job of it, too. Hehehe!

This may have been the first shot I took. I usually start with an outside view
I put the Lumix into night-scene mode.
Nothing like what it looked like to my eyes. But, considering I have Cataract Katie in both eyes, Glaucoma Gladys in the left, and Saccades-Sandra in the right, this shot may be more accurate? Har-har!.

Back to the trip to the Doctor. When I first glanced out to the view on offer from the lobby windows, there was the mini-bus already, bless him. So we set off with plenty of time to spare. Ten minutes later, he was dropping me off on Mansfield Road in Carrington, outside the surgery.

I entered, and I had great difficulty hearing the receptionist. We ended up having to do sign language… really! Both hearing aid batteries beeped dead at the same time. following the traditional pointed finger in the direction of the chair, I nodded and got down in one. Gonna be a long wait. So I got the thin crossword book out, put the reading glasses on, and had a bash at the clues. And was doing a great job; there seemed to be no stopping me.

The Doctor came to me, and I could not hear a single word she was saying. She wrote a note on the crossword book and returned to her room. I think it was written in Prescription language, couldn’t make out a word of it!

A nurse came to me, and I could just hear. Now to find out what the appointment was about. We went into the nurse’s room, and she asked about how I manage different things at the flat. Cooking, washing, cleaning etc. Went through my medical history, which took us a while. Hehe!

Ahw weighed me a took measurements. Then took my Blood-Pressure. This was just one point off of the figure I got this morning with my old Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, which told it it was still working okay! .

She asked if the falls team could be arranged to come and see me. I explained that they came after I’d had the stroke, and they gave me a three-pronged walking stick, Sock-Glide-Glenda and instructions on how to put my trousers on. I laughed as I told her that I’d never forgiven them for giving me . He gave a knowing look!

She wants to get me some more help, if possible, with washing and cooking? She diagnosed the writing on the crossword book for me. Apparently, the doctor has sent a prescription electronically for a box of Omeprazole or Lansoprazole for my Anne Gyna; I’ve to go and fetch it when I leave. I told her of my going four days without any medication, and the constant pain I was in prevented any sleep for four days and nights.

We parted with a smile, and I bade them farewell. I went out onto Mansfield Road, crossed over and made my way towards the Pharmacy.

As I was passing the Co-op food store, I got a vague idea that they may have a cash machine inside. So I ventured in and asked the manageress. Who sent an assistant with me to show me where it was. I was so glad the lad came with me, either to see my pin number or help; I’m not certain. But being as I had yet again forgot not the pin, but which way the card fitted in.
It would not let me take out what amount I wanted to, but I got enough to pay the window cleaner and buy some bread rolls.

Onward down to the Carrington Pharmacy. I waited while they made up the prescription, and a girl brought them to me. Then it was off to the Lidl store.
These are the things purchased at Lidl.
Well, most of them. Some were in the saucepan cooking when I took this photo much later on. Ahem!
I departed, a carrier bag of food on the three-wheeler-trolley and a  new determination to find something to mention about each photograph taken.
Most of the following comments were triggered by memories of times gone by. When I lived in Carrington.
I started the long walk, passing a row of shops. Many closed down, and some were new businesses. I did observe that there were now two men’s barbers in the short row. Both barbers sat with mo customers reading a newspaper and looking mighty bored!
Crossing Watcombe Road.
Bit of record this place has, well, had. It held the record in 2002 for the most murders in Nottingham. I think it was eight. A taxi driver and four illegal immigrants were duped, and they reported the gang that got them over here from Lithuania and made them work for almost nothing in a drug operation. The families of murdered lads came over and killed two of the gang members. And a traffic warden. The one on the left, I’ve no idea why I took it.
Oh, yes, I remember now, vaguely, something to do with the shadows, methinks.
Top of the first hill, the dreaded escooters.
It seems that three of them had been nicked or were in use.
Last year, the Council had eleven of them stolen, yet, still, they pay a fortune to replace them with new ones?

I thought I’d try to put this one n larger.
About a quarter of the way down the hill, it shows the traffic and a multitude of traffic signs and directions.

These get knocked over, vandalised, driven into and even stolen last year… no, this year!

I was nearing the spot on the other side of the road, where I was walking back from the Doctor’s a few months ago, and went arse over-tit with the walker-guide as the front wheel got stuck in some broken concrete.

I noticed it had now been repaired, tarmacked, and the grate removed.

This is why I was walking on the opposite side of the road!

Bit of a ding-dong with the driver of this bus and a passenger.
Much bad language but no physical violence.
I’m glad to say.

Oh, much memory searching and happy times at the site building on the corner here. Flats now, but was the Sherwood Social Club for Working People. Or summat like that! 
Great beer, darts, dominoes, angling club, great beer, bar skittles, long alley skittles, great beer, Thursday League Football, Gals who didn’t find me odd, Parties galore, great beer! 

I spotted blue lights in the distance as two police cars sped towards me. I’ll photograph them, I thought
But they were moving very fast, and I couldn’t get the Lumix out in time.
So I spun around and tried to get them as they sped off, but as you can see, I failed. Sob! One was a traffic car, the other an ARV vehicle.
I did see the Sherwood Social Club building as was once again.
Did I say the beer was great?
In Sherwood proper now. As I passed a shop, I realised it used to be a J Marsden Grocery Shop.
How I loved going in it. The smell of bacon permeated throughout.
Sides and Spencers hung up on the high rails.
No fridges during those days.

An even bigger escooter point in Sherwood.
I went to the next Hood Street corner, and memories flooded back into my mind and loins.
Maureen was her name.
Started up the hill on my way to the top bus stop to catch a number 40 bus up Winchester Street and back to the flat.
The car behind this white car here held me up for several minutes.

She wanted to turn right, and this was not an easy place to turn right from.
Seeing the bus coming down the hill, I checked on the time on my second-hand shop-bought £4 wristwatch.

I realised I had only about six minutes to get up to the bus stop in time to catch the 40; the last thing I needed was to miss it and wait for another hour.

The lights were not in my favour. So I hobbled as rapidly as I could up to the pelican lights, and I got over the road.
as I put my best speed on available, I realised this was an error.
Anne Gyna soon let me know what she thought about my moving fast. And she had been at me ever since. 22:20hrs as I write this, and now she’s giving it to me with a vengeance.

I had to slow down and thought I’d be sure to miss the dangled bus. But no! It arrived late, boy, was I glad!
I went up to the flats and dropped off the bus… actually I did very nearly drop off the bus with the walker. As I was dismounting, I had a mini , folks at the bus stop moved away from me; it made them nervous, I think. But all was well within a minute or so, and I went into the Winchester Court flats and through the passage where the Meridian offices are located. I rang the bell; and told the ladies that I was now back in residence at the flat.

Walked through to Woodthorpe Court, up in the lift, and into the flat… A wee-wee being the most urgent need!

I was tempted to take a Lansoprazole capsule, but I decided not to – wish I had now!

I got started on this blog.
Two carers came up, and we had a mini-chat and were given Peptac. The noise began from flat above man.
Can’t be sure if he was metal polishing or drilling, but it went on for ages and ages. Later came , we took the medications and had a mini-natter.

I continued with the blogging duties. Although I had been on it for about six hours now, I was getting ever slower, and making endless errors, now.
Anne Gyna was now in destruct mode!

Turned up. I had to thank him again for his help this morning. He got the dosages sorted, and I told him about the visit to the nurse. He checked taps and cooker etc. He was very tired.

Did hours more on this blog, then could concentrate no more. 23:45hrs I made something to eat.