Up at 0525 hrs, What a state I woke up in too! Unbelievable! (As Victor Meldrew would say!)
This morning My Medical Synopsis (Fancy word for me eh?)
There were not many of my ailments that were not giving me some bother this morning.
The legs had swollen like never before; the stomach had bloated even more. Might not be abe to get me trousers on later?
The skin cancer wound on me back was itching like crazy. The duodenal ulcer was giving me a bit of jip. Arthur Itis was not liking it at all when I moved me knees or wrists. Anne Gina was causing breathing difficulties. The haemorrhoids were bleeding away merrily. The boils on my bum had increased to three now. Little Inchy had become a painfully matted chunk of dried blood that needed attention.
I’ll have to put the new disposable underpants thing on today, as I am not going out anywhere due to two reasons like: Had a super dizzy spell when I first got up, and the gurgling runs had returned, I took a capsule in the hope it might help.
On my second trip to the porcelain, Little Inchy had been flowing again. A brighter red this time?.
Good job I’d got some swabs and cotton wool in stock.
If it hasn’t eased when I get me bath later, I suppose I’d better ring 111 for advice?
Now Anne Gina is getting worse as I write, well type.
So, as I said, no going out for me today. I’m too nervous of the dizzies and getting caught wearing those flaming lady-like disposable undies! Hehehe!
Made a cuppa, didn’t eat owt cause of the state of me stomach.
Not feeling too bad under the circumstances. Might get some sorting done today and graphicalisationing perhaps?.
Got the laptop on and finished Tuesdays diary. Shame I forgot to take me camera out with me, though.
Hello, a touch of the shivers then. I’ve just checked the thermometer in the kitchen, down to 55° now. Looks a bit windy out, but it’s in the right direction for me, not blowing at the front and coming in the holes in the kitchen wall at least.
Going to get in my bath now and see if I can do owt with Little Inchy and the haemorrhoids.
Back in a bit folks.
Lovely good soak that was, sorting Litte Inchy was less hassle than I thought it might be. Crossed fingers now.
Updated this diary then got me rubbish bags to the chute and called at the Community Hut to see if Deana was there.
She wasn’t, but Obergruppenfurheress Julie was. Gave her some nibbles and the letters for Margaret.
Met the lady from 84 on the way back and gave her a box of Terry’s Chocolates for Christmas and got a peck on me cheek (Nice!).
A hand-out letter had been delivered while I was out. It was from the Nottingham City Homes. They hope to do the improvements/modernisations to Winchester and Woodthorpe Court in 2016 – 17.
Had a cuppa and took me medications.
A sudden and abrupt attack of fatigue came over me after eating me nosh. I felt incapable of physically doing much at all?
All I could do was to sit down; I did watch some TV, but it was piecemeal viewing in between nodding off and visits to the porcelain to ease me rumbling innards.
The rest of the day was a lot better for the Angina and ulcer. Even the hernia eased a bit later. However, arthritis and stomach played up all the way through. Tsk!
I found a sort of inner peace, a feeling of my being composed and an acceptance of the situation? Not unhappy at all?.
I think that I turned off the TV about 2200hrs and felt like I’d been asleep for a few minutes, and it was 0530hrs as I sprang awake and made my way to the porcelain again.
I did wake much earlier but somehow managed to nod off again repeatedly.
Not like me at all. But a type of satisfaction was accrued within me limited stunted addled brain over this?
Blimey it was light when I eventually ventured into the kitchen to put the kettle on!
To the WC to find ‘Little Inchy’ had only bled a little bit.
Typical, now I’ve got me appointment coming up on Monday after waiting for three weeks to have him looked at again – and now he stops bleeding! Huh!
Monday will be interesting, though. With the appointment being so late in the day, it’ll be hard for me get in touch with BJ to tell him if I’ve been kept in or not and if I’ll be going to the launderette Tuesday or not. Even if I get released that night, I’ll have a hell of a job to get back to the flat at that time of night; it’ll either be a marathon walk or catching two buses then walking up the hill back to the apartment. Unless I can get out before the number 40 stops running, then I can get it to Winchester Street and only have a little walk back to the flats?
Then again, they might keep me in overnight, so all I have to do is ring BJ and Jane to tell them I’ll not be free. I’ve confused myself now…
I got a few phone calls in succession where whoever rang didn’t say anything at all?
The laptop on and finished yesterday’s diary off, and then started this one.
I then realised I’d not took me morning medications. I was wondering why me ulcer reflux valve and the angina were playing up.
I took em straight away – must remember to take em late tomorrow as well then to balance things out?
Did some Facebooking and checked me emails.
My new undies from the clinic via the mail arrived – without any holes splits or gaps in the front! Still, they are supposed to stop any blood from getting out I assume?
Got ready for me evening soak. Antisceptic disinfectant and bath liquid added as I ran it.
Did me teggies and I had a shave.
Just struggled into the bath and settled and the phone rang – I wondered how I could hear it? Painfully got out of the tub, very painfully with the knees and opened the door to go to the living room and realised it was the Intercom phone on the wall in the hallway that was ringing. Picked it up to find someone was ringing the wrong number. Tut!
Back into the bath and had a good scrub up and soak.
‘Little Inchy’ was not bleeding too bad again.
Once more struggled painfully to get out of the bath, but managed it without any Whoopsiedangleplop.
Then after drying off, and cleaning the bathroom up, I opened the disposable underpants to wear one and see how I went with it.
Well, They looked like ladies to me without any slit in the front, and they had some ornate decoration at the top? I took a photo of them but decided not to publish it in case someone thought I was weird like.
But they are too tight even for ‘Little Inchy’. Still, I’ll see how it goes tonight.
Tasty, very Tasty!
Got me nosh on, Baked potatoes and Frikadellens, with some butter and bit of salt on the potatoes.
Smashing tasting that was!Then got on with updating this tosh while they cooked.
Then got on with updating this tosh while they cooked.
Spent hours on the web – even did another order for Morrisons to be delivered Sunday evening. Facebook, WordPress and Coreldraw.
Tooke e evening medications.Phone Sister Jane and had a chin-wag. She was not feeling well, I hope to get up to see her this coming week, providing they don’t keep me in on Monday of course, but I don’t think they will.
Phoned Sister Jane and had a chin-wag. She was not feeling well, I hope to get up to see her this coming week, providing they don’t keep me in on Monday at the City Hospital of course, but I don’t think they will.
I managed skillfully once again to watch a film, “Con Air” all the way through to the very last commercial break again before nodding off and missing the end! I’m annoying myself with doing this lately – I might get rid of the TV and give it someone who can stay awake to watch it. Hehe!
WC’d and checked the new disposables with the frilly edges. I don’t think I could wear these if going out with them on, though… what if I had an accident, dizzy spell, angina attack or something like that: Whatever would the medical people think seeing me in frilly disposable knickers without any ‘Little Inchy’ opening? Regardless, believe it or not, there was no blood at all? Had the design of the pads helped, or is the lesion healing on its own? Just when I get to go in to have it looked at it stops on its own? Confused now.
Made a cuppa and some biscuits to nibble and attempted to listen to the radio. Asleep withing minutes, waking up an hour or so later to go to the WC, and got up without realising I’d got the headphones on. Made a bit of a mess as the wires caught the bottles of orange juice and tipped them over. The headphones shot off me head and knocked some photo’s off me corner display stand, and I stubbed me toe on the base corner of me easy chair knocking me charging mobile onto the floor and I hit me head on the door bending down gently to pick them up and I had a dizzy spell!
I abluted then I got my head down and drifted off quickly…
Didn’t stir until 0530hrs – me book on the carpet at the foot of the chair.
Blood had congealed in me jammies from ‘Little Inchy’, and on the leg from me Whoopsiedangleplop last night.
To the bathroom, used the porcelain and then cleaned up the blood – more washing to do again now Tsk!
Cleaned me teggies and found they had joined in with me other departments, bloodied nose, left leg, Little Inchy etc, and were bleeding as well now. Huh!
Dispirited a tad, I made a cuppa and took me medications.
As I returned into the front room I felt even worse seeing the state it was in – mid-sorting state like.
Laptop on. Finished yesterdays and got the graphics done for this issue.
WC’d, more bleeding cleaned up again… Humph!
Made another cuppa and took a photographicalisation of the view from the kitchen window.
Did some Facebooking, a little longer than planned, but I was communicating with Kentucky Angel, my cyber-soul-mate and got carried away and forgot the time.
Must get me bath and treat me ailments before Steve arrives…
Painful sorting ‘Little Inchy’ out in the bath. Also becoming a bit harder getting in and out of it. But I enjoyed a decent soak.
Still, gorrit all done, put kettle on. Steve should be here soon, so better not start sorting or doing owt on computer. Toyed with Spider Solitaire for a bit.
Hour later, no Steve yet.
Another hours, no Steve yet.
Missed a phone call didn’t recognise the number – I assumed that somewhere in me Windows Lumia phone would be a list of missed calls… if there was, I couldn’t find it to ring back.
Another hours gone by, no Steve yet.
Five minutes later another call came in – it only rang twice? This time the Lumia asked me if I wanted to text or ring this number. So I wrote down the number and pressed text – Told presumably it was Steve from Age UK, that I am in the flat and have been all day if he still wants to come, cause it’s getting late now. Then rang the numbers got answer-phone so told him the same message.
Got me nosh cooking – beef pasties and sweet potatoes chips.
Forty minutes later it rang again (The phone not the nosh… hehe!)
It was Steve, he was not coming as he had some emergency on with someone else, another client like wot I am.
He said the solicitors had sent me some paperwork that had parts that needed to be signed and returned before any advancement in the sale could be made. I said the only letter I’ve had from the solicitors was last Friday, the one I gave you and asked if I needed to respond and you said no!
More flaming delay in getting the house sold now. Crapknots!
Steve said he might have missed the need to return section when he looked at them???
He booked an appointment to see me at 1000hrs on Monday to look at the problem along with someone from the solicitor’s office. I still have a dread that this sale will not go through yer know – I seem doomed – just my luck to snuff it just before the completion of the sale. Better not though, cause Angie from the USA told me not to croak out yet today in a comment.
Hey-ho, watch this space. Haha!
Made a cuppa and took me medications and laptop on update this twollup!
And I have now been waiting for the book-case to be built and in use for two-weeks now!
Not in a good mood now.
Did the washing up brooding… and banged me head when I went in the cleaning cupboard.
Up at 0345hrs. In the chair again, feeling tired still, but had to get up to attend the porcelain. Vague memories of my dreams, something involving tunnels and chasing or being chased again?
The ulcer was starting to play up as soon as I moved, hoping it doesn’t get worse, of all my ailments the worst are the reflux valve (I reckon this one will do for me in the end), the hernia and the duodenal ulcer.
Titivated the kitchen, made a cuppa and got the laptop on. When I signed in the screen went a horrible dark grey for several minutes – then an update message came and I clicked to start the updates. Another message: The usual wait while windows installs updates, this may take a few minutes do not turn off etc, half an hour later the Installing window disappeared. The ‘working light’ has been on ever since? Waited another half hour and started Google? Oh dear!
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Then amazingly, I did not want the WC?
Checked me emails and went on Facebook.
Sandra from the TFZ site suggested some graphicalisations of the gals on there relating to Halloween might be a nice idea.
So I set to creating some to post on Facebook – it is now six hours later, and I’ve managed to finish them…
I’ll post a few of them down the right hand side of this page.
I used one photo for the background for each gal, then made the graphics of each gal in a Halloween outfit, then added some text I thought might be funny and appreciated.
I couldn’t put them al here, but I enjoyed doing them mind.
Don’t know if they will all find them acceptable, but I avoided putting owt on the that I thought might me naughty.
I haven’t posted them on Facebook yet but will do soon,
I’ll not tag them, just post them to the TFZ site.
Had some lovely comments on Facebook.
Had a thought about what to have for me nosh..
Had a jolly good bath without any Whoopsiedangleplops, a nice soak. clean-up Little Inchy, medicated and creamed me haemorrhoids.
Cuppa and took me evening medications.
Started preparing it.
Sweet potato balls with coriander, Frikadellens, beetroot, peppers, BBQ turkey bits and the last of me chilli from the pan, along with a banana, two little whirls and orange yoghurt with single low fat cream from the can.
When it came to trying to get me head down it was total failure.
I got the laundry ready for the morning.
Then spent the night though to 0430hrs listening to the radio and reading me book on and off.
No kip at all.
I can’t see why this should be, it’s been one of me idlest days since I’ve been in the flat? Tsk!
Up at 0335hrs – straight to the porcelain again, Little Inchy bleeding but the haemorrhoids a lot less so this morning.
Made a cuppa and used over the none-delivery of yesterdays Wilko order. Laptop on, auto-reply-email back from Wilko telling me they have received me email and intend to reply within 72 hours.
Stomach started churning up, so when I took me medications I had an extra Omeprazole and a swig of Sertraline.
Not too good this morning at the moment, but I still want to go to Derby on the bus and get a decent walk in, feed the ducks and take some photographs. I might see if they have any hot-cooked ham joints on the market there… well me stomach is telling not to though. Hehe!
Did some work on me graphics for me ‘Duncan comes to the rescue’ (Or whatever I decide to call it when it’s finally done) funny blog. Got it finished at last, I’ve been working on the graphics for weeks now, just hope it goes down well. Gorrit posted on WordPress.
Had a bath without any Whoopsiedangleplops.
Unfortunately I enjoyed it a little too long and missed me bus from the flats. Huh!
Hey-ho. I had a walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park onto Mansfield Road and over the hill to the bus-stop.
Not many folk on the bus this morning, seemed odd that. Took a photo.
Got into town and wandered down into town and called at the bank to get a £10 bag of 20p pieces for the laundry machines to gobble up later.
Out and to Friar Lane to catch the Y5 bus to Derby. One arrived as I got to the stop – and I was off on me within a minute.
Got a free Metro and read that en route through the villages.
There were more people on the Y5 than
were on the Sherwood bus.
As we went through Draycott a lot of houses and businesses had the flag flying ready for Remembrance day I assume.
That was encouraging given the current mood in the country.
I got a call on me mobile. It was the delivery courier driver for Wilko asking were I was? I told him I waited in yesterday all day for the agreed delivery – he said he called and pressed 76 on the keypad for ages and got no answer. I informed him the number was 72 (But felt a bit nervous in case I had given them the wrong number – oh dear!). He said he would call tomorrow morning once more nd try again. He was not a happy bunny!
I put the phone down and it rang again!
This time it was Steve from Age UK. He told me he’d had the house valued (£20k less than I’d hoped for) he added of course you might get less! I now need to meet with him and a representative from the Nottingham Building Society to sign some papers, pay for a solicitor, agree their £2k and a bit handling charge, and pay for something else I can’t remember what now. That’ll put me balance near bankruptcy I told him. He said they should not charge for all of it now, some will be taken off the top when the house is sold.
I’m getting confused now…
He said he will call to see me Friday afternoon (As usual on his way home and he can’t spare any time or do anything as he doesn’t work again until Monday Tsk!). Along with a building society representative.
I wrote own the timings on the Metro newspaper so I don’t get it wrong when i get back to the flat and record things on me Google calendar.
Got into Derby and I walked to the Derwent riverside, got me camera ready and fed some seeds and earthworms to the pigeons.
The many pigeons!
Then took a photo of the pigeons that had not landed for some nosh as they flew around in a gigantic circle above.
No idea why they did.
There sees to be more of them than ever today. How they find enough to eat and avoid the attacks from the seagulls I’ll never understand.
But I can’t help liking them – the pigeons not the seagulls.
Had a walk into the Eagle Marketplace. So sad at how many closed down stalls there were. Same in Nottingham and Mansfield as well.
Walked up and visited the hot meat shop to peruse what they had on offer.
It was all crap I’m afraid, the joints were dried out and unattractive to look at. So I didn’t bother getting any like.
I wandered back down through the market and came across a new place selling menswear and hats – I noticed there were no prices on any of them. I was looking a one that I fancied that was similar to the one I got from Primark for £4 last month, but a better colour – a lady approached me to inform me they were reduced to £20 each today… £2o each! – I moved on.
To the bus station and caught a Red Arrow Express bus back to Nottingham – I was getting off the bus 35 minutes later, boy can them buses move!
Dropped off and walked to and through the Slab-square.
As I poddled round it the two rob-dog coffee shops opposite each other on two corners, Starbucks and Costa, you know the ones who get away without paying any tax that was on the radio bout it last month.
Despite not being so many folk around, yet they were both well filled with people who can afford £3 for a plastic cup of coffee.
I’m just glad I don’t like coffee.
I walked to L9 bus-stop and met with Norman, a tenant of the flat on the same floor as wot I am. A grand old chap, we had a natter and he told me about his first job as a van-lad in Carrington.
The bus arrived and were lifted back to the Woodthorpe Court.
The driver we assumed was a fan of stock car racing! We were thrown all over as he accelerated, jammed on the anchors with venom and went around the corner and bends with a-gusto!
Still, on the bright side, it stopped me falling asleep!
Got in and paid the porcelain a visit – passing the letters on the floor en-route. Bad news here, ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding again. Did what I could to stop him, but only managed to slow it down.
Got the letters after cleaning missen up, one from the hospital with me INR level reading. Down to 1.8, not good that. I emailed the surgery to try and book in for a test next Monday, no reply yet.
That reminded me about putting the appointment wot I wrote on the Metro in me calendar – the Metro that I’d left on the bus!
The other letter was from the Nottingham Hospice Charity, about their Lucky Day Weekly Lottery. I’m thinking of doing this £1 lottery instead of the National Lottery now. It only has a top prize of £25,000 every 3 months, £2000 each week. But the cash I spend on it will do more good that on the big lottery methinks?
Did a bit of blogging, checked emails again.
Rang Jane to tell her I had to cancel me meeting with Pete for Thursday and explained why. They were both going out to a nosh so they didn’t have much time to natter.
Got me nosh ready.
Took me medications.
To the loo, and little Inchy bleeding yet again!
I must get to the GP again about this and get an appointment to see the GUM specialist when he’s iin Nottingham again.
Morrisons delivery tomorrow morning, Nottingham City Homes representative coming to talk to me – about what I know not? And hopefully the Wilko order should be coming for a third time…
So another day stuck inside.
Friday the same, got to wait in for the Nottingham Building Society bloke/woman to call see me, and Steve Age UK coming too.
I’ll be in a right pickle if I get the GUM appointment for either of these days… Huh!
Got me head down early and was soon off to the land of nod for a change.
Up at 0415 – straight to the porcelain – usual bleeding front the and rear. Cleaned missen up.
Kettle on for a cuppa, took me medications.
Today being the day for me Wilko order to arrive at the flats – and that’s all it is guaranteed to do – as the lady who I spoke with from Wilko said it will be up to the courier driver whether he/she will take the goods upstairs for me or not, as apparently they do no have insurance cover for using the lifts?
I emailed Deana Walker the Obergruppenfurher for the flats with a request that the caretaker might keep an eye out for the delivery and assist me getting me stuff up to the flat in the event that the driver is unwilling to.
Got an interesting Automatic email in return:
It informed me that she is on holiday Monday 7th September returning to work on Monday 14th September?
It is October innit?
Confused now.
Twixt 12 > 1400hrs Asda should be delivering.’
So, as I don’t know the number for the shed so can’t ring them, I rang Deana’s mobile – no answer, no voice-mail. Assuming I rang the right number.
Can’t go out to ask anyone to pass on a message or go to the hut in case the delivery should arrive and they call me on the intercom?
In a building with 200 other residents and so alone at the same time. Hehe!
Ah well, I’ll get some graphics done then, oh, I’ll make another cuppa first.
Frustrating day and I’ve only been up for five hours…
Started doing some graphicalisationing.
Email in from Wilko, telling me that Night freight had despatched four parcels, and will update me further if needed?
Asda delivery arrived. Not much in it today, but got some seasoned fries I’m looking forward to later.
Had a Pot Noodle for nosh, added some Marmite to boost it a bit.
Tried to clean the draining board again, but it’s too scratched and not nice to look at. Tried the expensive Fairy Deep cleaner on it, no good.
No signs of the Wilko delivery yet.
Back to creating me graphics.
Got some done ready to use later when I get me Duncan post done.
Made a cuppa nd took me evening medications.
Getting hungry now, but don’t want to waste me food if I cook me chips and the Wilko delivery arrives. But will it? Getting on now, nearly 1700 hours… will it arrive… ♫ Dang dang dang dang! ♫
Well, gone 1800hrs and no Wilko delivery.
I’ve emailed enquiries at Wilko to inform them. Tsk!
Disappointed to say the least, a wasted day!
Got me chips and pork thingies in’t oven cooking.
Took medications.
This nosh was grand.
Rated it 9.2/10.
Head down and so disappointed with the Wilko Non-delivery
Up at 0605hrs, late getting off last night, well, this morning.
WC’d then made a cuppa, laptop on, medications taken – ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding.
Made list of things to try to get help with from Steve from Age UK when he calls.
Emailed appointment to the doctors for next Monday at 1020hrs for me INR Warfarin blood level test.
That reminded me, I must not forget me Memory Test tomorrow at noon… oh dear…
Graphic finished for the TFZ site. hope they like it.
It’s me and Pat Melsted-Chabot wiv some animals in toe. The pussy cat in it was who Pat lost when he disappeared. I thought it a nice tribute to put her in it. As I say, I hope she likes it and is not upset.
Checked emails incoming.
Made another cuppa, WC visit again and a feeling of semi dizziness lingered, no actual bad attacks like yesterday yet, a sense of partial mistiness… Not a good description that, light headedness perhaps?
Laptop off and got the thing ready to clean the bathroom.
Nasty open pipework that flakes and seems to gather dust at the back were a sod to get cleaned. I must, soon as the old place is sold get someone to do something about this. Panelling or summat that is easy to clean and remove?
The big job tackled next – the kitchen.
Started with doing the windows. Devils own job as usual trying to get the damned window to turn around so I could clean the outside from inside if yer know worra mean like?
I got it turned eventually.
But that bugger of a switch mechanism on the right twixt the window and the alcove that allows only two inches of space for you to grab twist and hold it out damaged/squashed me thumb again. Tsk!
Used Dettol cleaner and window cleaner afterwards and managed to get it looking a bit better outside, still got the odd streak or two.
Turned it back closed and did the little window at the bottom then the main one and the paintwork.
Then, Arthur Itis started playing me up Huh!
The chips in the glass outside still annoying me though.
Set about doing the floor in the old-fashioned style – on me knees with a bowl of soapy water and rinsing and drying it off with kitchen towels in little patches as I moved backwards.
Getting up on me feet again afterwards was a bit of a painful kerfuffle I can tell yer. Huh!
Did the sink/draining board, cabinets, fridge, counters, cooker and paintwork after the floor had dried – not too bad a job compared to last time I did it.
Had a cuppa and took me midday medications then forced missen to get the bag ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
I rang Steve from Age UK, but no answer.
It was heavy, and I needed to take another bag with me brolly, bird seed, nibbles etc with me.
Set off on a walk through Woodthorpe Park down into Sherwood. On the path down t Mansfield Road I spied two ladies with their dogs having a walk, and boy were those dogs having a ball. It made me wish I could have a dog and especially one like these two, so happy and tail-wagging at turbo speed. Bless em.
Down to the Hospice charity shop and handed them the donations. I bought a book while I was there, another J Clarkson one. Much as he annoys me at time I like his writing, crude, witty and bold. Another £3 spent I need not have… Tsk!
Back up to the Co-op store to spend £10 so I could use me £1.50 off voucher. Got amongst other bits some Cornish Clotted Cream raspberry ripple ice-cream. There seems to be no end to my spending recklessly! Got some salad stuff for nosh tonight.
To the bus-stop cause an L9 bus was due and I had me free pensioners bus-pass with me and was feeling a bit worn now after all that cleaning and walking.
I met the gal tenant from number 82 on the same floor as me at the shelter.
Had a good natter and gave her some nibbles. Caught the bus with her back to the flats.
Invited her in and gave her a tin of chocolates for her finding me hearing-aid and always talking to me when she met me.
Steve Age UK rang, he’s on his way to collect the dosh to pay the house clearers, he’ll be here in half an hour or so.
Laptop on and caught up with this diary.
Got me notes for Steve and the money ready for him.
It started to look a bit dark and rain threatening, and it had definitely had got colder than it was earlier.
Took a photo from the kitchen window of the threatening sky. The clean kitchen window I might add! Haha!
Fatigued now.
I sat and the last bits of any energy drained away.
0045hrs: Gave up trying to sleep cause I was waking every few minutes anyway – me mind racing and me body aching from the usual complaints and the results of yesterdays Dizzy-spell Whoopsiedangleplop. Huh!
Lay for a few minutes thinking and assessing me knocks and bruises.
BJ coming later so we can move the stuff left to bring to the flat from the house. After I managed in a rather slow cumbersome and embarrassing fashion to get missen up off the floor, I visited the porcelain, then hobbled into the kitchen and made a big cuppa.
Got the laptop on and finished yesterdays diary, then started this one and did some graphics.
Coughing as well now, and had another dizzy when I went to make another cuppa cause the first one went cold. Not a bad one though.
Sat a while and pondered on me hopes that the plans made yesterday with Steve from Age UK will come to fruition soon, and I can get the old house out of my mind and concentrate on this flat and getting it sorted.
Went for a heavy duty action in the bathroom and thought to myself how calm the duodenal ulcer is, the haemorrhoids were not bleeding hardly at all, the reflux valve was calm, even the skin cancer wound had stopped itching. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were only fairly bad – so overall medically speaking, apart from me newly acquired knocks from yesterday, I was in good form! And I’d found both me hearing-aids and wrist-alarm on me first effort to find them! With the fresh hopes of getting things moving on the house selling front, it seemed all systems go.
This little musing session cheered missen up a bit it did.
Me second cup of tea had also gone cold, so I made a third one – with grim determination to drink this one.
Did some graphicationalisationing in Coreldraw.
Bath and change of togs – Cuppa and a pot of porridge.
BJ rang he’ll be here in an hour or so.
Met him outside and he ran me to the Audio Clinic to get some hearing-aid batteries, then to the old house. Where we set about sorting the last of the things needed for the flat – it filled his car.
Dusty tired and sweating we got back to the flat and unloaded the stuff, stuff to the lift, stuff and us in the lift, stuff up to the 12th floor, stuff and us out of the lift, stuff and us to the flat door, stuff and us into the flat and bedroom to join the other bags and boxes awaiting attention and sorting.
Here is BJ carrying possibly the last bag of stuff from the flea-pit into the flat – and the heaviest of all the bags today.
A much longed for action, that without BJ and Duncan would not have been possible.
Of course I still have to get in touch with Steve from Age UK on Tuesday – and that challenge has been known to fail a few times over the last few weeks…. Oh dear! To arrange for him to collect the keys.
I popped into the front room, (well there is no back or side room, just the front and the bedroom) and observed the many bags and bo’s awaiting sorting in there too.
But it didn’t phase me this time, knowing that hopefully things will get moving next Tuesday, and soon I can forget all about the old place… I pray!
IT suddenly awned on me – today is Friday, flipping ‘eck, the clinic!
BJ ran me down into Sherwood where I could catch a bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic – I thanked him for all his help, slipped him some petrol money and shook his hand.
While at the bus-stop I got a missed unknown call on me mobile – and noticed the reminder for the Clinic was not showing like it usually does? I checked and found it is for next Friday not this one. Oh I did feel a fool – but at least I didn’t arrive there and look a clot this time – Tsk!
Got back to the flat and got some nosh on, started this new laptop and it indicted it was loading with the circle of dots going round… for half an hour!
I thought I’d have to take it back to the liars conmen and nasties at PC World nd didn’t like that idea. I started the old laptop to punch in a queries about the new one not loading and got an idea and forced closed the new laptop and restarted it… Phew it worked, this time anyway. Risked putting in sleep mode while I had me nosh.
Enjoyed it, but for ome reason couldn’t finish it all.
Eyes to big again.
Chips, beans, tomatoes, onion rings, last of me veggie bacon and bread thins. Rated it 8.2/10.
Washed me pots and pans as the sunshine came out.
Restarted the laptop (okay) and updated this diary. Did some graphics.
Kentucky Angel Angie has 7 days to go to her moving apartments and is so excited. I hope it all works out for her and she really is comfy and content in the new place.
Me knee and feet were bad, but the other ailments under control like.
Head down really early even for me!
I’ve had one of me easiest day for ages, but feel so drained?
0200hrs: Awoke full of memories of the dreams I’d had – by the time I’d remembered yesterdays farcical losing of the hearing-aids Whoopsiedangleplop, and the joy of finding them, the memories of the dreams had dissipated into the ether from which they came… Tsk!
To the WC as soon as I’d struggled to me feet – felt the ‘sensations’ from ‘Little Inch’ as I walked there, oh dear. It turned into pain when I cleaned away the blood, the lesion and it’s condition is best not described here – but it were nasty! Huh!
I reckon I got a good six hours kip last night – mind you I was drained from all the erectionalisationing of the clothe-racks and worry about losing me hearing-aids.
Made a cuppa and returned to the front room, where I felt warmth and appreciation when I saw the computer table and chair that Dunc’ had given me – his suggestion to use it for eating off worked a treat last night.
Thanks again Dunc’ mate!
As I settled at the laptop to finish off yesterday Diary, I realised that Anne Gyna, and the reflux valve were giving me a break… no bother from either yet – I like this situation!
Mind you, with the ‘Little Ich’ all inflamed sore and bleeding, it’s just as well methinks.
BJ said he might be able to get to see me today to help with the sorting at the old place for couple of hours. Two visitors in two days eh? I like that too!
Started this diary off, and had to visit the porcelain again – messy again.
It was almost time for me medications, so I made another cuppa and took them.
Did some blogging and am glad to report that Kentucky Angel Angie in America has got a date for her moving flat, and some help with it. so glad for her.
BJ rang, he’s coming to pick me up – I’ll meet him at the end of the road.
We got the old house and started grafting straight away – amidst the dust and rubbish BJ took control of what needed doing and led me in how it should be done.
It was really hard work up and down the stairs for me. By the time we’d got many many bags ready to bring to the flat, and bags and box’s of rubbish, donatable goods and stuff to bring via a van and man separated in their own area, three hours had passed, three painful areas.
Me knees legs back and groin ached summat rotten and I was feeling so weary, but so glad and thankful for BJ helping me out.
BJ then ran me back to the flat with the articles. He even dropped me off in Sherwood so i could have a look to see if the sue Ryder shop had any suitable beds in yet. BJ was tired himself by now and went to get something to eat from the cafe while I visited the shops – I got a high handle brush and dustpan i thought would make life easier.
We got back to the flat and what-a-performance struggling to get all the stuff in the complex then the lifts (with BJ me and the bags we filled the lift) and into the flat.
There was no way of stopping BJ, who despite being weary himself, once he saw the mess I’d made of erecting the canvas cupboard thing in the bedroom – he set about correcting and putting it right for me.
As he huffed and puffed, I felt guilty again and aware of the help BJ and Duncan have given me.
After what seemed an age, here is what the thing looked like.
BJ then raised the top of one of the clothe racks (Top photo right), so I could hang me dressing gowns and longer stuff up when I eventually get things sorted and a bed. As long as don’t put heavy stuff on it, it looks good enough fer me.
Made BJ a much needed cuppa, and he went on the balcony for a fag and phone someone.
While BJ was doing this I had to tend to ‘Little Inch’ in the bathroom. Lost a lot of blood and the haemorrhoids were leaking a bit too. The back was so painful, and I had a dizzy spell while sorting missen out. The knees were bad and I generally felt a bit run-down with it.
BJ said he might have an hour tomorrow to help again! at the old place. I felt humbled at his and Duncan’s good nature.
I walked down with his to his car and saw him off, inadequately thanking him again.
Back up to the flat and looked at all the stuff BJ and Dunc had made possible. Amazing.
Kettle and nosh on – tried out me new brush andpan thingy. It certainly saves on the bending – thus the back and knee pain!
So tired and drained. And I promised Patti and Angel I’d try to take it easier? But I have to accept graciously any help I can get. Tsk!
I finished making me nosh:
A few new potatoes left over from yesterday, a mini pork and pickle pork-pie, mushroom pate, Wieska, raw pod-peas, beetroot, mini sausages and me speciality- Instant mash with dollops of cheese mixed in – then roasted till singed in’t oven. On reflection, doing this diary in the morning after like, I’ll give this one 8.8/10.
Could do no more after eating this – well I washed the pots up – took me medications and just got me head down.
0530hrs: Sprang awake after a long sleep for me, I reckon I got 7 hours in – I can’t remember any dreams but I’m sure I had them?
First thought was to message Lyzzi in America to thank her for me box of pressies.
Me back still twinging away at me, the angina playing up, bleeding ‘Little inch’, bleeding haemorrhoids, stomach rumbling, emissions of wind from the anus were mega-rotten smelling and too frequent for my liking or comfort, the reflux valve was popping in and out, the sin-cancer wound was tingling and itching, I got a cuppa and took me medications. Still, yer don’t like to moan do yer?
I got a message to Lyzzi to thank her for the things she’s sent.
Did some Facebooking – dizzy spells while doing this?
Remembered the Morrison’s order coming, so got missen washed shaved and changed – running low on clean clothes now, being so busy like – must try to get some done later.
Checked me emails and did some FAcebooking while waiting for the Morrison’s delivery.
The nosh arrived and I once more have a crammed full fridge, food cupboards and freezer.
Felt a bit better now, apart from the knees and dizzies the other ailments gave ne a rest.
Got togs ready, me book and crossword book and went down to the laundry room and a machine was free, so got it in quick and settled to read me book. Then realised I had not put the soap powder in – Huh! – put it in late and hoped for the best.
One or two of the other residents came down to have their hair done in the next room, at the hairdressers (Seemed sensible to me) and I managed to get a little natter or two in.
When the washing was done, I moved it into the drier and nipped out for a walk though Woodthorpe Park to the Co-op store and got a Beetroot and Apple loaf. Naughty but nice.
Hobbled back, the weather was as perfect as it could be, not too hot or cols, low wind, very nice.
A lady asked me for instructions on how to get to Edwards Lane from the Park – I could tell she wanted me body by the way she said Thank you and take are. Hehehe!
Struggled a little bit on the way back with me knees, but not complaining at all. No dizzies lately that’s good.
Got in and checked the drier then had another chin-wag with a lady waiting to have her hair done. She warned me the heavy rain had been forecast for tonight and tomorrow – that’s bad, cause Duncan is driving from Birmingham tomorrow – I’l email him tellingh im I’ll understand if he dosen’t come with the weather like.
Read me book a while then went in to take me togs out. They seemed clean.
Back up to the flat, put we things away and the bread in the kitchen ready for later – I’ve decided to have just the bread with butter on it, thickly spread, with maybe a few mini sausages on the side… and some sauce of course. I’ll try the Value Tomato Ketchup bottle I got from Morrison’s methinks.
Set about updating this diary and when I went to make another cuppa a dizzy visited again, but only for a few seconds this time, and no bother.
Started to feel a bit tired early again. Emailed Dunc.
Took a while to get to sleep – but after starting to read me new Clarkson book I managed to get off to kip.
