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Wednesday 23nd December 2015
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.
Up at 0615 hrs, late again for me.
To the bathroom to get the silly frilly knickers off and check out ‘Little Inchy’.
Out and up the hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
the hill and down into Sherwood.
Out and back up to the hill.
footpath.
The Swine!
The rain started belting down.
The nosh was ready, and I served it up. Possibly my best tasting one yet.
No mist this morning.
Made another cuppa and checked to make sure I’d got me forms for the post Office, bus-pass, card and things ready to take with me.
I departed the post office so many pounds lighter and walked down King Street.
Nottingham as I walked up Upper Parliament Street.
Got a decent photograph through the bus’s front window of one of the flats in the distance as we turned down Sherwood Vale.
The lettering was too small to read, and there were 12 pages of this waffle in the booklet. Apparently aimed at covering themselves from liability when they failed to redirect properly?
Woke at 0410 hrs, feeling a bit sorry fer missen again. Coughing, Little Inchy a mess, and finding it hard to concentrate for some reason?
Out to the bus stop and I ‘d missed the City bus. So I caught the one to Arnold instead, of course this meant I wouldn’t get me artificial flowers today.
in the shelter and caught a bus into Arnold and called at the Asda superstore.
Got back just as the rain started in earnest.
Had a good read while waiting for it to finish, about an hour.
Put the kettle on and noticed out of the kitchen window far away, two large birds with what looked like pink plumage on a roof…
The rain started to get serious and the wind joined in.
I needed to make room in the freezer for a big bag of chips on offer I’ve got coming tomorrow, so took a look at what was in there to use.
Set me plate out and this is how it looks.
I stood the books on me book-case and took a photo of them.
Got to town and wandered into town then up Friar Lane to the Solicitors. The bloke handling me sale of me house was unavailable. Tsk!
Out and down into the City Centre again, slipping some pigeons some seed on the way.
Went into Tesco to see if they had any Fresh cream horns – they hand not! Some fresh cream strawberry doughnuts fell in me bag though. Hehehe”
Caught the bus, having another natter with some of the passengers. I liked that.
Put me bits of Stuff away then made me super-nosh of the day!
Met with several other tenants also waiting in the reception area for the bus to arrive.
Out to the bus and got on the 
Near the way into the store I came across these here Bling jewellery items on sale.
I seemed to have attracted some interest from the staff, and then a Security Guard by taking these photographicalisations of the gems on show.
Got to the bus stop after a wander around for a bit and caught the L9 back to the flats.
As we came up Winchester Street hill I heard an emergency vehicles Klaxons coming from behind the bus and caught the police car through the front screen as it belted past blues and twos going.
Put me bits away and got the spuds on the boil to have later with me nosh.
Still beautiful though.
Made and had me nosh:
Got my drier going and nipped back upstairs to continue me sorting of the paperwork for half an hour or so, found some more old photo’s to add to the many found earlier. Memories!
Did a bit of cleaning in the kitchen and got me nosh started.
Then got some lemon curd tarts ready to have for dessert after me nosh.
Decided to get me laptop on and finish me Saturday diary off, get the emails sorted, Facebooking done and then get on with sorting the flat… either the paperwork or moving stuff into the bedroom to give me room to clean the living room proper and then get the stuff back in the right places… didn’t feel up to doing either really with all the blood loss I felt right drained. But, needs must, it is driving me bonkers not getting it done.
I might move some furniture about to see how it works in the new places instead?
Spent hours sorting and shredding, in between visits to the porcelain, cups of tea and making me nosh.
Thought I’d do me usual and fall asleep but… I watched the film all the way through. As it finished a flash-thought attacked me, and I urgently got up and went into the kitchen – in the few moments it took me to get into the kitchen I’d forgotten what the flash-thought was?
