Saturday 18th May 2019
German: Samstag, 18. Mai 2019
04:25hrs. I woke, feeling so sapped and narcoleptic. This, despite my having just been in the arms of Morpheus, for the most extended sleep I’ve had in years! (At least I think I had). And yet unwanted ignavia, persisted? I believe that I’d slept for about eight-and-a-half hours!
Thinking about it, I suppose the therapy exercises with Nurse Sue yesterday, might have taken more out of me than I thought?
I heaved my crassulent torso from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige recliner, and took the two steps to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was benumbed when I found it almost a third-filled. I have no recollections of waking up to use it during my nocturnal head-down? I shall resist telling you of what it looked like, apart from unnatural. I added to the quantity without much pain for once. Still thick and coloured a pale yellow, damn it, I’ve told you now. Hehe! A new bowdlerisation or an acronym for today’s latest style of wee-wee would be a TCRWW (Thick-Colourful-Reluctant-Wee-Wee). But more aggressive than those of recent days. It seems the Nitrofurantoin antibiotic tablets are doing their job, I hope.
I took the medications, including the Nitrofurantoin, and carried out the Health Checks.
Then off to the wet room, for a shave, wash, teggies and scrub up. Applied the pain gel generously on the Arthur Itis and Axonotmesis affected legs and knees. Then Haemorrhoids Harold was creamed. The next job, tackling the Sock-Glide, which was a log, difficult job today. PPs and togs on. Deorisational spraying and aftershave applied. Both pairs of Spectacles cleaned. Hearing aids de-waxed. Olive oil inserted in both of the lug-holes. And off to make a mug of tea.
On the way to the kitchen, the right arm, hand and leg went off on one of their Shaking Shaun episodes, a vicious one. Nothing could be done, so I just waiting, glad that no one was there to see it, and waited for the bout to stop. Luckily, I had the walking stick with me when it arrived. The fingers were reluctant to stop the shakes, but all the other affected areas calmed down to a stop for me, in about ten minutes or so. Much longer than usual.
I made the brew, and got on the computer, to update yesterday’s diary. Which was a little farcical! With the finger ends jumping all over the place each time I hit the keypad; a lot more time correcting was spent than typing. Then, just to make things a bit more interesting, the violent sneezing started! Humph!
The Carer, Anton arrived and soon had the Ankle-Support fitted. He’s mastered the job now.
Back to the computer and: Most annoyingly…
I battled on against the ailments, the Liberty-Global Internet and repetitious amendments, and got the post finished and sent off, eventually. Worra life! Hehe!
I made a start on creating the draft for this post. When another Shaking Shaun episode arrived. But this one only lasted for the more usual few minutes. I began to type again and realised I had to take an antibacterial tablet. So took it, and made another cuppa. Then I got the potatoes baking in the oven.
Then onto CorelDraw to make some Page Headers and Thoughts to use for tomorrow’s blog.
Josie called. I plan to get the meal ready for 13:00hrs, so she can get the bus put to visit her family in time.
Stopped computerising to take care with the nosh.
Delivered Josies, then got mine sorted.
Again I couldn’t eat it all, but the cheesy potatoes got devoured completely!
I think the new medications are making me more tired, lose my appetite, and struggle with the wee-weeing. Tsk!
Josie returned the plates etc. I’m so glad she enjoyed it.
Did the washing up, took the antibiotic tablet and settled down to watch some TV. I was soon asleep again, a deep one.
But the need for another wee-wee woke me up (luckily!), and things were changing for the better I think. I passed what must have been half a cup. That’s more then I have moved in a long time. So the Nitrofurantoin is working with the infection.
Back down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and nodded off again.
Woke in need of another wee-wee. Washed up and took the medications, changed into the nightwear, and again nodded off.
Woke up to use the Porcelain Throne, but things were still hard and solid, although a little evacuated, painfully. Humph!
The rest of the kipping was intermittent throughout the night. I kept waking with a different problem or worry on my mind each time. It was heavy going.
01:40hrs. I woke, I noticed the legs were a little different again. Boy, were they pale and anaemic looking. The left one still had far more water retention than the right leg. Is there a name for ‘Leg Watching’ I wonder? 
I limped along to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and get the health checks done. I realised that I had not had any Colin Cramps last night! 
The face had a little more colour, but then I had just had a shower and bleeding shave. Hehe! 
It looked a little precipitation threatening. As I opened the new unwanted, light & view blocking window, now with extra glass to clean that we cannot even reach, in the kitchen, it started to spit rain. But it was still a beautiful view! 
I’m looking forward to her next visit already.
Out and down the hill, as I say, nice and steady with the three
I moved up past Hall Street, making my way to the bus stop to catch the L9 back up Winchester Street to the flats at Winwood Court. 
As I got off the bus, I could see Mary coming towards me from the other end of the road. But, no doubt due to the magical time-space continuum’s tear in the fabric of space, and or the ghosts and goolies of Winwood Heights, it was as if I blinked and she was gone? This photo proves I did not imagine Mary being there… but where did she go? Another mystery not to get solved!
Apart from the legs and feet, I was in pretty good knick. I took a photograph of Winwood Court as I made my way down Chestnut Way.
I did notice when I got pt the long sleeve shirt: the labels had the prices in Euros? 
I alighted the bus on Queen Street. I walked down to the Slab Square and began to make my way to the Audio Clinic, avoiding the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists as I sped along. 
I stopped and turned back to take a picture on Little John’s bell housing. Pleased at the time showing. I don’t know how the busy bus got through so early but was grateful that he had done so. 
The closed down Odeon Cinema is now a Nandos, with its three big and two small waste bins out ready for collection.
I made my way to Park Row, the same place I visited on Friday. 
an appointment within two weeks to have a new one made. She changed the tubing for me. 
the Trolley-Walker. But it got worse a little later! 
A few yards further on, and the roadway was hob-cobbled and most uncomfortable as the trolley shook and rolled, and several times, the locking-grip opened, and 
the thing started to collapse! Once the roadway became better, things settled down – but the ankle went over just before the smooth bit of road, and I uttered a few well-chosen expletives out loud! Good job I had got the medicines earlier on.
After a visit to Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, you’ll soon understand why this pub has survived the centuries to become a treasure of Nottingham past and present.
A little detail, to show what you are missing, folks. 
Part of the works taking place was centred around the Broad March Centre, the tram station and the Magistrates Court. 
picturing the nasty, uncaring, insensible, unaware, nescient and unconscious of his own bullying actions cyclist, I pushed the trolley over a crack in the concrete! Oh, I did feel a fool! 
The Drop-In Centre, now named the Urgent Care Centre as I discovered, was a few hundred yards behind the BBC. 
I thanked the nurse and departed. Planning on going to Wilko’s to get some replacement plasters for the ones used and blood-soaked last night. 
Got the oven on and started to do the sausages and part-baked cobs.
05:15hrs. I reluctantly woke, despite having had a good six hours sleep, I still felt so tired. I spent a few moments deep in uhtceare, the mind stewing away. The dysania was beaten. I disentangled my plump body-mass from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and got up on my feet. This was a painful operation, like the toes and feet, were hurting so, and the legs (Arthur Itis) were too! Getting to stand upright almost brought a cry of agony from me. Indeed, some quietly spoken curse words emanated from within, through gritted teeth. And that’s not easy when you only have few teggies left. Hehe! 
The discomfort of getting the movement to start was memorable for its extremeness! But once this did activate, it was all over within seconds. To be followed by an LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee). I can’t recall taking so long in my life. 
Checked the Ankle-Support I’d washed and hung to dry. It seemed suitable to wear, dry enough just about. Got it out ready for the Carer.
Got the kettle on and made a brew. I checked out the prescription availability stock. I have only enough medications for one week, up to next Monday! Doing these checks. 
I went on the TFZer Facebooking next. Plenty of knocks and bangs from above this morning? 
Got the nosh prepared. Fries (Chips). Mushrooms and tomatoes. Ate nearly all of it, and had two slices of Polish Sourdough bread! 
Due to the shakes in the right hand, I reckon. Humph!
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Got the nearly cold mug of tea drank up, and had a look out of the unwanted or liked new, light & view-blocking kitchen window. By gun it cold when I opened up to take a photograph!
A big crowd for the buses, but most of the gang got on the Sherwood bus, only a few on the City bound one.
I took a snap of Chapel Bar as I passed it. There was a conspicuous absence of citizens about for a Friday.
I looked at the starters on show at Brown’s Restaurant. It was for starters:
A little further up the incline, and I had a rest, to et the left foot ease off a bit. The pain was not very pleasant. Due to the chiropodist not calling for so long. Although the gal, Suzie did call the day after I had the Stroke. Huh!
up the hill, carefully.
Through the City Centre along Long Row.
other residents of Winwood got on at all, odd that. As the bus pulled off, I noticed the old Tall & Small clothing shop that had closed down, had opened up as The Culfather, A traditional Turkish Barbeque food outlet.
I went on the TFZer Facebooking and photo album adding.
tomato puree, mustard, curry powder, demerara sugar and white distilled vinegar. They had been marinating most of the day, lovely flavour this time. Cooked and added some smoked streaky bacon, and did some part-baked cobs in the oven, to soak up the treat. Sliced an apple too. I’m afraid once again, the appetite was not up to the job. I left about half of it. Tsk! 
Not feeling too good at all, down and many various new pains. Tsk! 
Got the meal early today, I felt like I could eat some today. I got the balance right for once this time. Battered fish fingers, apple, and tomatoes, with some milk roll bread made into tomato sarnies, and a lemon mousse, but I didn’t eat the dessert and left some tomato slices and some apple, but not much. A filling nosh, all the same. Nice and tasty too. 
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Double-Tsk!
I opted to nip down to the foyer and see if a washing machine was free to use, taking the stick and laundry bag with me. One was not in use, but only the device I have never used before was available. I noticed that Gruppenführeress and Ballerina Warden Julie was doing the Fire Alarm Testing with another lady, and she threw the clobber in the machine in seconds and got it going for me. 
The new ceiling had had some new, I think, roof light openings. 
I noticed Angela and Roy coming in from a taxi, and took this snap of them. A grand couple. 
04:15hrs. I woke and lay there gathering some minuscule resemblance of appreciation, comprehension, and perception of what the hell I was doing, where, and who I was! But concentration soon formed, and recognition and understanding were thankfully grasped and retained. But I don’t mind telling you, those few scatty-moments, scared the hell out of me! I really thought another stroke was taking place. Phew!
0935hrs: Caroline and Sonia, from the City Hospital Occupational Therapy Unit arrived. Much heavy going therapy followed, for an hour or so.
call around 15:30hrs, to have a look at the wobbly handlebar on the three-wheel trolley for me. That was kind!
Rolls. I sneaked one in the freezer later for Jane when she calls again, but don’t tell her! Haha! Then over the road and some of the fantastic extra large eggs, to had to Cyndy or Eric helping. Some lemon ice cream and beef steaks on offer at Fultons Foods.
Back at the flats and I was getting weary as I walked back to the flat. Nobody about at all, but for me it was late, and tiredness dawned.
ratty… but I am! 
I thought I was a little depressed earlier, with all that is going wrong again. Now things are getting enough to try the patience of a saint!
03:30hrs. Woke feeling so cold for some reason. Then realised that using the three-wheeled trolley meant I had to move the towel heater in the hallway so I can make room for using the walking-aid-trolley. Phwert! Ah, well! 
On the walk home, had to walk downhill to get to the Woodthorpe Grange gates to cut through to the flats.
This made me so angry!
I cut through car park into the Grange and around the footpath on my way to the flats. It was too heavy going shoving the trolley over the semi-wet from last nights grass.
Got the fodder finished and served up.
Overcautiously maybe, but the getting off of the bus presented me with a shock – that damned trolley does like going downhill at all. Tsk! Nearly twisted my knee and clouted my chin getting off. Ah, well! 
Got in, and did a bit more away-time diary catching up on. 
Amazing coloured sky and view tonight.