Tuesday 2nd May 2017
Czech: Úterý 02.05.2017
Woke and up 0330hrs, the dreams I’d think I was having lingered for a moment before drifting off into the ether Tsk! No notes found on the pad either.
Noticed the scribbled note I’d left on the computer scene to remind me of the INR Blood Test with the Surgery nurse later today.
Alighting the £300 second-hand recliner Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, getting to my feet I found a collection of items on the floor… torch, remote control, pencil, notepad, a squashed tube of Betamethasone cream and a spoon scattered about?
I wondered what I must have been dreaming about that might have caused this mess… Hehehe!
Had a pot of the high protein Porridge for the first time. Very filling, but no better taste than the usual cheapo ones.
Had a search for the INR record card and bus pass without any luck. Humph! Then did the Health Checks. 
The body temperature had gone up again.
Found the bus-pass.
It was cold this morning, a bit of mist lingering in the air.
Another thing, the twisting outwards of the right ankle was far less pronounced?
What’s going on today?
Arthur Itis in a good mood, Duodenal Donald far easier, Anne Gyna being kind to me, Water retention had gone, Roger Reflux was calm, and when I visited the throne, there was no bleeding again from Haemorrhoid Harold. I’m worried! May they be planning for an Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop attack? Haha!
I put on the alarm for 0850hrs to remind me to get ready, ablutions, etc. to go to the INR blood test in Carrington in time.
Took the medications and weighed me – it was down again!
Found a scrawled note on a used envelope near the recliner.
Wondered what the heck I was trying to write? Got the dairies updated.
Then did some WordPress reading for an hour or two, then went onto Facebook for a while before having to close down and get ready for the surgery visit, and weather permitting, a nice steady long hobble into town to catch the tram into Hucknall.
Felt I needed the exercise.
Into the wetroom to do the ablutions, and observed that not only were the legs seemingly even whiter than yesterday, the right one was far thinner than the left one?
The brain seemed to be racing away on its own for a while, palpitations for a second or two and then whatever it was I was thinking of, fearing or considering, vanished from the brain altogether.
Dressed took the bin bags to the refuse chute and set off on the walk to the surgery.
Going down Winchester Street hill, those with flower things that seem so intricate and beautiful were still radiant.
Down and left into Hood Street, right down Marshall Street, then left onto Mansfield Road and up the gradient in the direction of Carrington and the GP surgery.
Not much traffic around, but there was the 
usual Nottingham Pavement Cyclists of course.
This Herbert on the left, I turned around to take his photograph – he very nearly had over.
But, I don’t think he was aware of it as I saw he had earphone thingies on his head as he passed by so closely at a high rate of knots. Bless him.
Up over the hill and down to the surgery. Logged in, sat down and got the crossword book out.
The nurse fetched me in and got the INR blood test done. When I told her of my going to Hucknall, she pointed out a cheapo shop for me to try, near Tesco. I was soon out and hobbling through Carrington on my way into town.
Near the Lidl store on the opposite side of the road, I turned and took a photographicalisation of the lack of traffic and people this morning.
Hehe! I might have guessed it was the EQ that told me to seize this photograph, as seconds later another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist overtook me from behind, not leaving much of a gap twixt I and him.
Onward, the weather just right for walking, not hot, not cold and a gentle breeze. Feeling good (For a while?).
Near the college bus-stop, I just missed making it three Pavement Cyclist in a row, and the one I wanted to photograph turned left into some flats before I could take the shot. However, I realised I’d caught a nice one of Nottingham Street Art?
The man-hole covers protected by the plastic erections were Gas Repairs. I thought as I passed, in the old days when I was alive, any works like this from the then, British Gas Works would have stunk something awful!
Haha!
Passed the traffic island junction and up the hill by the Rock Cemetery, over the lights and down 
on the last leg of the hobble into town.
Still so few people and traffic.
As I passed a pub, it brought back memories of when as a teenager I was in digs that were ar the back of this pub at the time.
It was so long ago, but the landlady and one of her daughters, Audry I think, came back to 
mind and I nearly walked into this dustbin!
I wondered if something catastrophic had happened?
Pressed on down the hill, still a bit confused as to where everyone was? I knew I had the time right. Otherwise, the surgery would not have been open?
In the City, Milton Street, still not much happening people-wise. Did I wonder if the Bank Holiday Monday had tempted folks to take some sickies? Or where they hungover?
You never know?
To the end and crossed over Upper Parliament Street, nearing what is traditionally Nottingham’s busiest pedestrian street, Clinton 
Street, I found a good few Nottinghomians there.
Limped through them and made my way to the tram stop.
Wish I had knowledge of how to use the video on the camera now. For I could have possibly done one for YouTube and this young lady in a what was obviously by her speed, must have 
been an 8 mph version, possibly one of the imported 12 mph disabled scooter was scattering the crowd with a determined sort of Jame Hunt ‘out-of-my-way’ sneer on her face!
Must remember to keep an eye out for a red and yellow scooter in town in future. Hehe!
Caught the tram on South Parade near the Council House and it was easy to find a seat too.
At the Hucknall terminus we all dismounted and I walked to the shopping parade the nurse had told me about and had a wander around.
The store she suggested was called ‘Home Bargains’, a big one. I just paid a visit to the food part of it and got some sunflower hearts and black sunflower seeds for when I get to visit the Mallards again.
Walked over to the Tesco store and went upstairs to see if they had any brown shoes that use a velcro fastener, or soft brown shoes. They had neither in stock, so I came down again and into the food section.
Spent a bit here: Fish Sticks, fresh pod peas, belly pork, Lemon cheesecake, lemon curd yoghourts and sourdough bread.
I enquired of the young lady on the checkout if I could use contactless payment with my card, because I can’t remember my new number, as soon as she had stopped talking to another member of staff. “Swipe there at the top” she listlessly instructed me. So I did, and nothing happened. The machine would not accept the swipe for the contactless payment. “That happens sometimes.” she said adding “Just put your number in then!” I pointed out that I’d already told her about my not remembering the code, this is why I’m trying to use the contactless payment… “Pay in cash then” was her response.
A good job they were not busy (I wonder why?) as I knew I’d had not enough money left after spending at the other shop, so searched all through my bag and pockets in the hope of remembering the number or if I had written it in the code somewhere. As the gal sat there lifting her eyes to the ceiling occasionally and non-verbally issuing non-covert “Silly old fart” signs to the other staff, and my not finding it, I had one go at putting it in, fearing I might lose the use if I got it wrong… Blimey! It took it!
I shall not be visiting here again in a hurry.
Back to the tram terminus and I was soon on my way back into Nottingham. Got the crossword book out and had a bash.
By the time we got to Bulwell, the tram had filled up. The seats on the tram were so small. I put away the book and started nibbling at the fresh pod peas. By the time I neared the Nottingham stop, over half of them had been eaten!
At Hyson Green the tram actually filled up, a chap had to squash in, and I did my best to make room for him. When it came to getting up for the stop, the knees and ankles had stiffened so much, this chap helped me to get out of the seat – I did feel a fool!
Hobbled limpingly to the L9 bus stop and met fellow tenant and Social Hour friend Bill (William on Sundays) and he seemed confused. He said he’d been to the Post Office and didn’t know about the take a ticket routine and was now late for the doctor’s appointment. Poor old Bill. He went down the road and caught a number 40 bus that was going out, but there is a fair walk from the bus stop it drops off at, and crossing the road is very dangerous there on the bends. The L9 was due in five minutes as well… then I realised if he were going to his doctors from town, the 40 route would be better for him.
I was fighting falling asleep on the bus. But as luck would have it, some lady tenants got on en route, and they made sure I did wake up in time. Hehehe!
Back in the flat, to the wetroom for a wee-wee, got the kettle on, took the medications, did the health checks and got the meal prepared.
Decided to have potatoes curried beans, Wieska three small slices of sourdough bread and two mini pork pies.
A Greek-style plain yoghourt with Maple Syrup mixed into it, followed.
I think I left 75% of it. Eyes too big for the thingy again, and I got the seasoning wrong for the beans too? And of course eating the porridge earlier might have had an effect?
After my failed attempt to at the fodder, I washed the pots then settled to watch a Frost DVD.
Fell asleep almost immediately, woke up and rewound, then repeated the nodding off again.
Woke, gave up and put the TV on to watch Top Gear and went to fetch a drink of orange juice from the fridge…
Whoopsiedangleplop!
I’d left the hot water tap running again! Stone cold now.
I didn’t fair any better with my TV viewing either, so gave up, turned everything off and drifted off quickly.
Then I awoke with the stomach rumbling and many trips to the Porcelain Throne followed throughout the night… Oh dear!
TTFN.
s.
Back to put the above photograph on here, and noticed some smoke in it, left of the right curtain.
Plenty of time to spare so I took a nice steady hobble down the hill.
Left and up the hill on Mansfield Road and over the crest… or should that be apex or maybe the crown of the road?
Further down the hill as I approached the surgery, a sudden uplifting insanity came over me… no not insanity, erm, jollity!
I requested some extra Codeine Phosphates and was pleased when after he’d read my statistics on the computer, he agreed to do so, because of the Morphgesic SR 30 mg Tablets being stopped in readiness for the graft operation and it should be safe to take some extra 30g Codeines, in place of them. So glad he agreed to this, bless him.
Deepak, the chemist and owner, asked me to have a talk with him while I waited for the prescription to be filled.
I got only three things today, A bag of small potatoes, a small packet of Sugar-Peas and two small cheese cobs.
Boy, was I lucky, just missed the downpour that started as I got in, put the fodder away and had a wee-wee before taking the midday and the extra medications. A bit of a mouthful that, Haha!
l Donald was bearable.
Went on Facebook.
Got the fodder sorted.I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.
Stirred at 0255hrs, Duodenal Donald giving me a lot of hassle and pain this morning.
take the medications and an extra few swigs of antacid in possibly a vain hope of easing the ulcer pain. Then did the Health Checks:
Eventually, Duodenal Donald himself made it up for me, with a super-mega stab of pain, followed by a Donald Dizzy spell. I decided to take an extra one and another Codeine.
Dropped the jars in the bin and down Winchester Street, across Mansfield Road and into the bank.
oaf of bread and some meat to tonight,s meal. Sarnies only tonight, nothing spicy I said to myself.
A few dogs taking their owners for a walk and refusing to return the thrown ball.
Turning right at the top, I hobbled down through the beloved Copse. Thickening out well now.
Squirrels and birds very active around the area.
I spotted two new signs on the residents’ board from self-elected Obergruppenfureress Penny.
It had turned into almost pink skies as the daylight dawned.
Did some more work on the next TFZer graphicalisation.
What a feast it turned out as well. Roast potatoes (Excellent), Pork & Mushroom Pate (Excellent), Waffles (Okay), Cheese portions (Excellent), Pork & Pickle Mini Pies (Excellent), Mushrooms exotic (Crap!), The self Burnt boiled potatoes (Excellent), beetroot (Excellent), regular mushrooms (Okay), Lemon yoghourt with extra lemon juice poured onto it (Excellent).
had a plenty of time before the tutoring session.
Up the escalator and took this photo of the hanging in the air mannequins.
in myself. I wandered into a Sports Direct Shop, didn’t realise until I got in that it was for the younger generation, however, I did see they had some what they called, Everlast Crew Sweat thingamabobs on sale at 2 for £10.
Fifteen minutes to go until the bus was due, I went into The Works bookshop and had a look around for some bigger print crossword books.
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop. A bit of a kerfuffle here today. The bus stop is shared between three routes, and it is finely tuned to handle them all, so if anyone is late, they are all late because those behind cannot pull up to pick passengers and have to go around the block again. Although some drivers go passed them, not picking them up. Hehe! The L9 did today though he was well late by the time he pulled off. I am amazed at how they cope with it all.
rearranged lesson on it… eventually. I thought it was in the bag, but no.
Carried on Chronicalisationing, then got the meal prepared.
Realised also, that I’d left the kitchen window open – that explained why it felt a bit nippy earlier. Huh!
Might be due to the hassle I’ve been having so far?Still, the weight had gone down a bit.
Put the kettle on. And had a feeling-sorry-for-myself moment as I viewed the scenery outside.
And see how he is, and get this WordPressing finished and did some graphics and Facebooking. No buses anyway on a Sunday.
wd it was awful.
Hobbled off down Chestnut Walk to deposit the jars in the bottle bank bin.
Tsk!
Had a chinwag to a lady and gentleman who were sat on the rest bench at the end.
Said my farewells and turned at the end and back down the other side, where I managed to get another photograph of the pond, this time with the feeder one in the shot.
Anne Gyna was getting more irritable with me the longer I plodded on, so decided to have a nip (Or hobble, might be a better word here, Haha!) around the edge planting and then cut through back towards the apartments.
I went down to get a closer look at this bit of growth because I thought I’d spotted a little squirrel in it.
when the squirrel did appear once again and was too slow to catch it as it ran off. Still, I got a good one of the greenery?
r mug of tea, I notice a young couple far down below, shoes off and having a mini picnic and getting the sun. Don’t blame them.
Enjoyed the fodder. Rated it at 9.2/10
Then onto Facebooking.
Near the top of the hill, before going over it and down into Carrington, I stopped and turned to take a picture of where I’d walked along the road so far. And caught this naughty Pavement Cyclist who came onto the road at the pelican lights when they were on red and nearly hit lady crossing (Out of picture), then he turned right and up the hill on the road.
It was outside the chip shop, called Pancho’s Fish Restuarant – Burgers, Pizzas & Kebabs.N
were horrible! Hehe! Looks like not much has changed?
With the big bag of medications and the other things, I was struggling a bit when I left the store, so caught a bus back into Sherwood.
locations.
Got the nosh sorted and served up.
From the Lidl store in Carrington.
Made a nice strong brew and took the normal medications at the same time.
Got the meal started, not that it took much bother tonight.
As I lay there, naked chested I swear I could see down to the outer part of the tummy bulge, the well-swollen stomach bulge at that, moving as if something was inside and wanting to be outside of it?
Back in the flat, I got the descaler going – but made a bit of an Accifauxpa with it… I know, what a Plonka!
juice into the saucepan and got the caramelised onion gravy granules, tomato puree and the oven dish ready to use to bake the bacon later.
I reread the instruction to see what I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop with… I was supposed to have put the whole unopened sachet into the water, not empty it into the kettle.
re.
Took the evening medications with it.
I hasten to add, I was only an ankle snapper then, of course! Hehe!
The broth, come stew, come soup, come Beans bacon mix was cooked to perfection for me. But a bit of a disaster with the plan to make enough to last two meals and days.
After laying it all out on the tray and took this photo… I foolishly thought what a good idea to transfer the fodder contents left in the pan, into a container to keep it fresh in the fridge for tomorrow…