
Arrevo… Arevoi… Areevoi… Cheerio!
Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!

Arrevo… Arevoi… Areevoi… Cheerio!
Another escape from the flat…
But only to the hospital at that…
Not much time for any chitchat,
Dr’s with students, so each a pedantocrat,
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Last check of the painful right foot and leg ulcer.
I have a range feeling that this visit will come out well. It’s probably EQ talking to me with one of his forecasts?
At least, I hope it is, cause he’s usually right.
I thought I’d got all I needed for the visit, (checked the status of the windows, balcony, taps (faucets), & stove. Looked again in the three-wheeled walker bag to see I had everything needed, and set off to catch the bus to the Centre.
Out, in the lift (elevator) and down to the ground floor. Going through into the link passage to inform Meridian about my imminent departure; got through the swipe door into the tunnel, and realised I’d forgotten something. Turned back through the door… and realised that either
As I stood there musing and failing to recall what it was, the Domestic lady Denise came through on her way to do the flat for me. A good time to tell her I would not be there, Hehe!
No signs of any recollection, so I had to ensure to catch the bus on time. I called at the Meridian office to tell them I will not be back for the 12:00hrs medications, and if they keep me in, I’ll let them know, or, when I return.
Bath Street was blocked off for traffic and pedestrians. So I had to rely on my memory, to work out another route to get to the Canal Street roundabout. From there, I could see the NHS building (I thought I would). Relying on my memory is not a good scenario nowadays! However, my attention to road safety deteriorated, as I came across some wildflowers at the end of another block of student flats being erected building site. The advertising hoarding said; Now being built – available in 2024, 1210 new student flats. Singles doubles and multiple occupation apartments. One to six students per residence or per flat?
None of the other plants or flowers had bees or wasps near them; these red beauties were snided with them. The same happened with those near the bus depot, which had been demolished and even more student flats were being built there, and the waste area near the island site. I wonder why?
The poor little beggars!
I had to corrs over to the right of this photo, as they are building more student flats. (Yes, I know!) Then when I got to the Nottingham Ice Centre. They were building more flats again, a massive block with no details available, and the old bus station has also been earmarked for new student flats.
I got to the point where I was sure I’d be able to see the NHS building – But No! The land was now a wasteland, and I could not see through to the building further in the plot.
I stopped a chap and explained that with all the roadworks near the London Road island, I could see barriers and limited asses, and wondered if there is another way in for pedestrians. The chap told me, “I’m not from here myself” However, he whipped out his mobile and did a search on something and found out that if I went to the left, first right and right again, I should come to the building I needed, casual mentioning to help me follow the route, that it was next to some student flats being built. I thanked him profusely and hobbled off with my 3-wheeled walker on the agreed route. I was longer than I thought it would be, by the time I got there, the feet and toes were well aching.
I wearily got inside, and up to the receptionist. Who, along with all the doctors, had student training with them. Logged in and sat down in one of the few unoccupied seats as instructed.
Within minutes, I was called to an assessment office, DR and student within. The chap in charge was pleasant. Took my details and told me to go back to a seat and someone from the surgeries would call me; it may be a two to three hours wait. No matter what I thought, I’ll do my crossword book… then I remembered what I’d forgotten to take with me! Tsk!
I was fighting not to fall asleep, because all the people called in while I was waiting, I hadn’t heard s single name they called out.
A female came after about an hour and a half, and when she I did my usual of tipping my head to point the better of ears at them. She smiled and took me through to a room with a doctor and a student inside.
The chap was also pleasant and went into detail about my ailments. falls, and the causes, which he assumed was the big fall I had last Friday. They gave me a prescription for some antibiotics, warning me that they will start working, but not on the pain for a day or two, as they are extra strong, and assured me they would start to ease things for me.
With the regulation, food delivery cyclist is driving up the one-way (Down) street. Traffic on Upper Parliament Street is busy.
As I left the store, I thought I’d nip in the Poundland Store to see if they had some of the Worcester sauce chip thingies in stock. They did, but only two packets left, so I got them.
Over the road and to the number 40 bus stop.
To my delight, Carer Chris tapped my shoulder. He was on his way into work, and helped me on and off the bus, so that was nice and welcome. He also kept steadying me each time I was thrown around as the bus braked, went over speed humps or around corners. I told him about how well the visit to the NHS centre had gone. Tired, early, in pain, yes!
But feeling much better all around. For getting out again, and meeting someone I could talk to on the home trip. Nice!
I think the first thing I did was empty the catheter bag again, put the kettle on, and took one of the 4-a-day Antiseptic tablets. No, that’s not right, erm… antibiotic tablet.
Then I took a close look at the inflammation on the ankle and toes, I was pleased, not with the pain, but the swelling going down already? Can’t be that quick? After one capsule? I may not be seeing so well, but I can check this photo in the morning.
I bet it’ll be easier in the morning, or, tomorrow night.
Now, I’d better get a meal made up.
What a feast! Of course, with the hobbling most of the day, I suppose I’m going to be hungrier than normal?
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.
I nodded of while trying to watch ‘Heartbeat’ yet again!
Woken by Carer Chris calling, around 22:00hrs.
He seemed as pleased as I was at the meeting up earlier.
He soon got the
As Chris was filling in the paperwork, he moved the curtain, and I saw the sunset. I mentioned that I would have liked to have photographed the lovely-looking sun on its way down, but was just too tired to. He grabbed the camera and took these shots from the balcony for me.
He then attached the night bag to
and said his farewells. Bless him!.
I later found this sign of Nottingham traffic chaos, up the road from the flat, on Mapperley Plains Woodborough Road.
Just thought you might like to know it’s not only where you live.
Hahaha!
Whorra Day!
What’s Inchies definition of romance?
Well, it’s difficult for me, you see…
Romance, for me, means anfractuosity.
I tried acting kindly and altruistically…
No girl would dance with me.
I’ve tried to find romance assiduously,
I lack the equipment, sadly…
Never acted with spite or belligerency,
But the girls were above my quality…
I don’t seek revelry or anarchy,
They thought of me as avuncularity,
It’s not been a voluntary abstinence…
Too late now; I need a catheter to pee!
Too old to get myself into a frenzy…
But of course, I’m a bourgeoisie,
I’ve no romantic traits discernibly…
I still wish some kind lady would adopt me!
Hehehe!
♥ My one true love, Grizelda, & Me! ♥
TTFN
Note to self: If it works, leave it alone!
Inchie Wakes up.
Singing out loud, 🎼”Oh, What a Beautiful Morning…”🎼. Then leaping up to do a few hundred toe-touches and press-ups. He spent a minute or two shadowboxing, and then he drank a glass of carrot juice & balsamic vinegar. He rang the Prime Minister on his red phone, offering some suggestions and advice. Wrote a 44-verse concerto for the violin, and took his Energy Pills…
05:20hrs: As I woke, reluctantly, the pleasure of no pains coming from,
The day continued in a similar fashion, I fear.
Master-Frustrationalists are
They were losing some water, but at least it was not gunging this time. Just water looking fluid.
Just thought I’d mention it!.
With ulterior motives naturally; confused me at first why they are destroying previously reliable companies after buying them up for billions of dollars?
Their answers to your problems are usually to try to sell you another package, but never explain how to get your old one working with a modicum of success, let alone properly.
For some poor sod like me, all I get is email addresses and telephone numbers to call to get advice on your problems. They have been informers of my ailment preventing my carrying out these puzzling confusing loads of tosh;
Again, while I have the time; while waiting for the internet to come back on, I just thought I’d mention it!
Pareidolian’s Delights!
Two more heads in this one, or are they airliner cabins?
Amazing formations!
A wider shot: It seems to change the more I look at this one. Mind you with the combination of Gladys Glaucoma, Saccades, Protanopia Paul and the aborted Cataract Katie operation, I may be seeing things that no one else can… or can’t see things that everyone else can?
So, I went off the computer and made myself a meal.
Bootiful! It tasted grand. A taste rating of 7.9/10 was given.
I fell asleep in the recliner as I was trying to watch a Heartbeat episode. Nothing new there then!
As for what took place afterwards… Your guess is as good as mine! Hehehe!
I had a dream, well, a nightmare. Just thought I’d mention it!
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The morning Carer arrived, and I had a look at the leg wounds suggesting I get to the hospital with them. I explained, well, I can’t get to the hospital without the legs. Haha! Brought a smile and laugh that did!
While their facade, overlay, giving an aimed at the money-markets, veneer of professionalism, respectability, integrity and probity. They have bought up or invested in hundreds of internet and mobile phone companies… But why? They have no idea how to run them? Or treat customers? As I have mentioned before, this oligarchal smoke & mirrors
It went off I’d guess, I didn’t keep a record of it today, about eleven times minimum, as I know of. I did keep a record of each time they caused me to lose work and had to do it again, and that was eleven.
Pure jealously you see: about Fires F’ing things up for me and getting paid a $26 million salary, a guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. And here they are, cocking my life and love (blogging) up… with me in trouble with the bank account, that is a little short of Fries and the other oligarchs, without a doubt. But I don’t mind really… well, I do mind, but it’ll only add to the extreme pleasure they get for fiddling with honest people, overcharging for a shockingly inept internet connection, growing ever-more better off… I wish it was me doing it! Why? I’m not sure…
I opened the email and was so appreciative to find that carer who took photos of the wounded legs for me, had sent them to me; bless her cotton socks, that was so kind of her. Think it was Saturday when she took them.
The top one was where the bottle of soda water I dropped had hit the leg ulcer on its way down, before hitting the ingrowing toenail on the left foot.
The second one down, was of the same area, from another angle.
She’s a natural when it comes to photographicalisationing, is she not? No messing she took them on her mobile phone within a minute I think, every one of them is a work of art… Which gives an idea, I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them? Hehehe!
An interesting one next down.
It is the largest one of all the
Today, a sort of gel was creeping out, instead of the usual thin liquid? Looks like I’ve got hundreds of tiny tattoos?
It was on the inner ankle of the left foot.
The gal then took two quick snaps of the new underneath-the-skin blood patches that had developed overnight.
They are very pretty; shame about them being painful, though. Then the new growths around the toes. The centre three toes were still warped shape, and
I took some further pictures of how the leg ailments were looking now. They are not as good as Joannes, but still, they
Naturally, they were still painful, especially if I catch them against
The puss that was coming out of the
The second, on the left here, was more a sheer delight than anything, just to view it.
Since moving into the high-rise flats, things have not all been good, but the views… can be magnificent.
The sky changed completely within ten minutes, and the sun; which was on its way down – burst through as the clouds broke up.
I took this bad photograph
quickly, as
He said I should see the doctor about the legs and feet. I explained that Kara had rang the doctor, who said if it get worse, go to the Treatment Centre. We had a little natter, and off he went saying he’ll be back in the morning Toucn of the Clint Eastwoods there, Hahaha! Oh, no, that was Arnie, wasn’t it?
I shall now retire
Not from work I that 28 years ago!
But to my second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
In search of sleep.
TTFN
The need to use the
The
Ten minutes on the computer, and…
I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried
Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!
I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!
While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with
Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!
From the computer desk through the balcony.
Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with
Then, washed the pots and…
I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be.
Good Night!
A rush job again – from notes, mostly.
Up at 06:30hrs.
I wonder what it’s costing them?
CARER KARA arrived. sorted out the medications and eye drops. I think we spoke of Friday’s visit to the bank, but I’m not sure?
Asda arrived good and early.
Last year the milk was 99p. Today on offer at £1,29!
Sliced wholemeal rolls, Brown baguettes &
the limited to one Tear & Share bread on offer.
The Schweppes Soda water, pink and watermelon flavoured, was still on offer, so I bought even more at this price, almost half-price! Also, I got two Asda own-brand bottles of soda; they can have some of the Lowicz raspberry juice to flavour it. Being the keen, alert, dedicated good housekeeping person that I am,
Iceland arrived; as Carer Sam was visiting me, I was bending her ear over the appointment in injuries. Hehehe! She kindly put the barfs in the kitchen for me.
Then again; With them owning Virgin Media, O2, PC Brand, ‘3’ the UPC brand, Plusnet, and Sunrise UPC. Shares in Vodaphone, Smarty, EE & BT. With 11.9 idiots… I mean, million subscribers, where else can you go to?
They’ve got us where they want us, by the short & curly!
FOOD TIME
I gave up on the ambidextrousness, chicanery, doublespeak, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, and slithery
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
Another testing day. The new ailment, the left side of the rib cage, comes and goes, but, always pains me when I stand up, sit down, twist the torso, bend down or stretch out, up or down. Cough, sneeze or any sharp intake of breaths. It’s pot-luck at all other times. However, contrariwise, the good news, nay… the great news, is that the left leg hasn’t failed me once today (22:00hrs). So, the first day in five, that I have been tumble-less! Furthermore, for the first time in many months of daily agony from
Only one
And another thing, no cuts shaving! Of course, the fact that I didn’t have a shave might have influenced that. Hehe!
It was down that often; it was 17:00hrs before I made a start on this blog!.
So, a quicky today, folks.
07:25hrs: I was still asleep when Carer Richard arrived, and was unsure of all that happened. Other than he took off the night pouch, issued the
I smiled and carried on to the
Well, that was a no-go, literally. Rock Solid! No movement at all! As usual on these occasions, I had a go at the crossword book, put on the reading glasses and managed easily enough to read the clues and get some answers. However, I realised I’d been in there for far too long, and nothing but the odd bit of wind was still evacuated. I gave up! I’ve still not been and passed!
Back to the main room.
It’s worrying all this good luck, you know!
I got the computer on, but not the Oligarchs’ internet.
I did work on the Ode, then titivated some graphics I was working on yesterday for an hour or so. Mr Fries must have made a mistake; the internet came back on! Some poor bugger will get the blame for this!
It stayed on for ten minutes or so.
I rushed to finish the Sunday blog, but it was no good.
The carer arrived, and usual tending-toos were carried out. We Had a laugh for a minute or two. A bit of mutual leg-pulling.
No internet again, so I took photos of the sky.
Highly Pareidoliaiable.
The
I then got back on the word listings for the odes.
A mistake this was… after two hours, the Carer Chris called, and after he’d done me, I went back on the work listing using Excel and CorelDraw… for another hour!
Got the internet back on. An hour later…
And stayed dedicated to finishing the Sunday blog. And
Heads will probably roll for this!.
I made a start on this blog…
Well-miffed! I decided to have a nibble and made a pot of cheesy instant potatoes.
Internet back on, I took the opportunity to change the Asda order I’d done. Well, I realised that they were going to charge me £4.50 for delivery of it. It seems they have changed the cheapest delivery pass, the one I have, and used to cover Mon, Tue, Wed & Thurs, and removed the Monday option. So I changed the date to Tuesday. Shame, cause I’ve still not got any bread. Hehehe!
Evening Carer Chris arrived in a bit of a hurry, bless him. He got me seen to, but left the night pouch to me, as I asked him to, so I’m not cooking at 02:00hrs with the added danger of the night bag carrying and the long tube tripping over.
I noticed the wonderful evening sky had gone brown and took this snap of it. Bootiful, I thought!
Got some potatoes in the oven cooking, I was going to have some faux sausages, but not without bread. I’ll have a look and see what I’ve got in the cupboard and fridge.
TTFN
Got the blog done up to here, then after a few hours got the Friday blog caught up with and posted –that was when
I’ll be brief, miss a lot off, cause I’ve got to get sat down for sleep early, cause I can sense now, it’s going to be a battle with Sweet Morpheus and the pains. Concentration was shot. Sorry.
Feeling Poor;y Period for many hours.
Carers called as per usual.
More leg dancing from
had to rest again.
Had to take this shot above.
But when closing the window after shooting it, a leg dance started, and I banged my foot on the radiator and started the darned
Right ankle.
Late burst of sunshine, flooding into the kitchen.
TTFN
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Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…
At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the
Next, I started the
However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all.
Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from
Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.
Dished out the medications and did the second
Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.
as Pareidoliaiable.
I see a mouth and chin?
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters.
I believe the base cause of the falls is PN.
The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else.
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I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far!
I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later,
It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe!
Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.
Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.
I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc.
And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe!
The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit.
He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.
I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?
Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham.
Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.
A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick
Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide?
Going to get something to eat now. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.
I caught the last moments of the
Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10.
Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something.
Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner
Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some
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