Thursday 8th August 2019
Indonesian: Kamis 8 Agustus 2019
23:25hrs: I woke in the specific knowledge that something was going to go wrong. The EQ was positive of this! I was calm about this, for it was a definite happening and warning from the EQ, so nothing could change things. I just had to try and stay relaxed when it arrives.
I disentangled my short, plump body with its skinny quivering limbs, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, hideous grotty, beige-coloured, rickety, sometimes working, recliner. I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The very rare for me, BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, was a bit of a shock at first, but painless.
I hobbled off to the kitchen to put the kettle on primarily – but my plans had to take a back-seat. The overflow pipe from above I think, was dripping into the kitchen sink. I don’t know what water it is, but it has stained the metal sink! I’ll have to mention this to Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and part-time Financial Advisor Deana, later. If I can get into their new Kamp Commanders offices in Winwood Court.
Ah, well, nowt to be done about it now. So, I cleaned things up, the staining was too deep to get cleaned off, Huh! I got the kettle on and rinsed-out the handwashing and got them hanging to dry.
I started to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer took me three tries to get it to work, but the results were just fine! Sys 149, Dia 72, and the pulse showed 81. But the problem was the thermometer. It would not show me what the temperature reading was, just ‘Low’? Then after giving up on it…
The ear spray 
squeezer, flew out of the hand as the arm did a peripheral neuralgic inspired, imitation orchestra-conducting routine! It travelled through the air and hit the window, fell downwards and drained itself of all the contents, all over the kitchen towel it dropped down the cardboard tube of. At the same time, the back of the hand gave the cupboard one hell a vicious, back-handed upper-cut! That made me flinch a bit! Haha!
As I was taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne made itself known. So, off of the wet room. This session was more like I like them to be! Far shorter, and less painful than they have been in ages. Almost, a pleasure,
Then I started to update the Wednesday blog a last, and the finger-ends went numb on me. Not any twitching, just a loss of sensitivity to touch again. Which was making typing more challenging to get right! Many errors and far too much correctionalisationing needed!
Then, just to pee me off, even more…
I pressed on as best I could with the fingers, (well, it’d be impossible without them, wouldn’t it. Hahaha!) with the updating. Which took me ages to complete, but I got there. Posted off to WordPress. I made some more page top graphics and thoughts, then made a start on this post.
I made a brew and noticed the red moon as I did so. For some reason, when I took this picture of Earth’s only natural satellite, it showed up as white? Could this have been due to red-eye correction? I don’t even know if there is an option on the Canon. Mind you, I can’t find out how to get to cut down the lens timing, or make it store smaller pictures. Despite my fumbling around and thinking I had opted for small storage size, it continues to drain the computer memory with massive ones. Tsk! Tim in New Mexico told me how to do these things, but finding out where to change them well, its a challenge for a thicko like me!
I went on the WordPress Reader, and had a read and look at others work. Some great stuff enjoyed and liked.
I just had to try and catch up on Facebook, I’m so far behind. Spent two hours getting it done! Swagger Mode Adopted!
Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A couple of little nicks, shaving. A new bruise from the battle with the sock-glide. And lastly, as I was coming out of the wet room, I went back in to get the wrist alarm, and gave myself a rather painful toe-stubbing, on the metal legs of the shower chair! I believe I may have something like; Oh, blow it! The pins were okay. I made up the black bags and took them with me and dropped them down the waste 
chute. Caught a lift down to the foyer. Not a soul about. Outside, there was a bit of wind blowing up, but no cold with it at all, and no signs of rain in the air.
I strolled delicately along, slowly with the three-wheeler, and towards the end of the complex, the yellow no-parking lines, which cannot be in force yet, were buried by parked vehicles.
How the bus can get through, beats me. On Winchester Street Hill at the top, the Mercedes van was still parked in the same spot on the pavement. Again I had to go on the road to get by it. I took a photo that shows the registration number. Thinking if I see a policeman in Sherwood, I can tell him, so he or she can check to see if it had been stolen.
What the heck am I thinking of – ‘See a Policeman in Sherwood?’ Not a cat in hells chance! What an Eizel, and alter cocker, I am!
I made my merrily, contentedly and singing to myself, down the hill, occasionally nearly losing control of the three-wheeler guide. Hehe! At the junction of Mansfield, I took snap to the left, then to the right. I had planned to take some pictures of the whole row of shops, but the shakes forced me to take four tries before I got these two that were unblurred enough to use!
There were very few shoppers about. Which is understandable, with the selection of pathetic shops on offer to tempt anyone.
I called into the Co-op and remembered to get a packet of demerara sugar. They had some fresh pod peas that looked in decent shape, so I got a pack of them too. Then hobbled up the hill, and into Wilko’s store. I was looking for some bleach, they only had scented, so I got a lemon one. My search for a small saucepan with a lid failed as well! I did get a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts, though.
As I came out of the shop, I took a picture of the Sherwoodanian pedestrians crossing the pelican lights against the red lights. It took me several tries to get a picture decent enough that I could use. Such was the hand-shaking at that moment.
I was putting the camera back in the pocket, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was 
coming towards me, up the hill. I managed to get a viewable shot of him on my second try. I nearly missed the gentleman. He was middle-aged, but by gum, he was fit enough to get a moved on, even going up the incline, bless him. Then another Herbert came down the hill!
It was eerie, the lack of people about for a Thursday morning. I reckon that Sherwood, as a shopping centre, is dying a death!
I worked it out, that if I caught the bus at this stop, I’d have to pay £2.20 for the three or four stops lift up to the flats. I cunningly walked down the hill and into Winchester Street and caught the bus at the second stop.
Where it arrived at 09:32hrs, hence I could use my free bus pass! Oh, I am a tight-wad! Hahaha!
I was soon driven the three stops back to the flats.
Dropped off the bus, and had a few words with man residents, Mo, Penny, Nydia, and Wilf, amongst them.
I took a phot of Winwood and Winchester Courts as I made my way home to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. As I got inside, a lady who I cannot for the love of me remember her name opened the door for me as I approached. Nice lady and her hubby a grand chap too. We had a chinwag, laugh and a nibble. She told me the walkthrough to the Winwood complex is now open. I wished her all the bestest and made my way to the elevators. I took three shots of the new empty of people cut-through.
I noticed the toe-stubbing qualities of the pins sticking up from the counter barrier in the floor. Obviously, it isn’t finished yet. I hope Hehe!
I put the fodder away and got the oven warming up.
Updated this diary until the meal was ready, then served it up.
The yellow plum tomato was sliced, and tasty a bit meaty, not bad at all. The bacon fries were grand! Beetroot was superb. The fresh garden peas, excellent! Mini pork & pickle pie, heavenly! The baguettes were putrid! The lemon mousse, passable. Overall taste rating, 8.8/10.
While digging into the feast, Stroke Unit Support nurse Jenny rang and made a new appointment for Stroke Physio. Next Thursday at 10:00hrs. I put this on the calendar.
04:00hrs, I was just getting settled after watching Rumpole of the Baily, and falling asleep throughout and missing the ending (Huh!) Then, loud clattering noises almost made me panic. Had something collapsed? A search around the flat, found no reasons or causes, and things looked as they were before? I settled again, but not in mind, I was worried a tad in case the noise hab emanated from within the apartment. It sounded very close? Surprisingly, I managed to nod-off!
04:40ish, the noises came again and woke me. Another look around, but found no cause? It might have been someone throwing loose stuff down the waste chute, I thought. But no real reason or any proof, of course. It could have been anything, I don’t know. 
Took the evening medications, and put a hat on to block the light, and tried to get back to sleep. Which, amazingly, I did!
TTFNski!
I washed the grey bucket, myself then got the handwashing that was hanging up drying from last night, onto the stand-up airer. I kept jiggling the socks around, as usual, to get them to dry evenly. There’s quite a skill in doing this, I’m getting better all the time. Well, when I remember to do it. Haha! 
0745hrs: As I started to worry about the Morrison order being late, I heard some thunderous metallic clanging noises, as if metal sheets had been dropped somewhere? I had the CCTV on. So as to look for the Morrison driver, Gohar’s (they put the driver’s name on their email) arrival. But searching for the source of the mystery noises, I missed him and heard the intercom – so it was a good thing I was in the hallway at the time. More good luck, I can’t take much more of this! Hahaha! 
I went to check on the drier, and found a note had been posted through the letterbox. “
I moved the special tomatoes I had left, to a cooler spot for storing. The larger one is an Amaranth (reddish-rose) colour one, which I ate and enjoyed with the nosh.
up. Bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips, crispy smoked streaky bacon, mini-cucumber slices, pork and cheese mini pork pie, slices of apple, tomatoes (including sliced Brandywine Pink), diced beetroot with onion, a Bacon filled brown Stottie, followed by 
02:12hrs. I woke up with the left ear-hole stinging away again! I think that is what made me wake up so often during the night, as well. I’d been laying in the £300, second-hand, c1968, repellently and repugnantly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner for about six hours. But got nowhere near that amount of time in sleeping. More sort of waking, stewing, mind-blast-damage-limitation controlling and wishing so much that the damned stabbing ear-ache would stop. I was undoubtedly in a rachitic condition corporeally. 
Mentally, I was coping surprisingly well, for some reason. Even when the first thought regarding any reality, was that I must check the water leak in the kitchen’s old airing room, to see if it is getting any worse. 
I got the handwashing drying on the upright airer. 
Then made an order for Morrisons. Hoping they will have some of the Special offer butter in stock, so I can order some for Jenny and Frank, after three days of their having none in stock. 
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Got readied and out. Black bags to and in the chute on the way down. Out onto Chestnut Way, and the place looked a lot tidier, now most of the fencing had been removed. The grass looked eye-catching, but, whether it will be maintained, we don’t know. 
I later found this old photograph, not a good one, but it does show the tops of my beloved Winwood Heights, Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts, as they used to look, behind the Health Centre. Oh, it would be so lovely to have a path directly to it from the flats. When they had intercoms that worked, carpets and furniture that were not destroyed by the plasterer’s Balconies that we loved, windows we could see through and clean easily, with no metal spring clip openers that need pushing and pulling at the same time, that results in many of us losing chunks of our fingers. It was far less distance for the Woodthorpe tenants to walk for the bus, I could hear the fire alarm when it activated. When we had heaters, that didn’t require a maths degree to understand. Have new heaters that were fitted too near the cupboards for me to open them. Then moved, leaving a hole in the floor and wall, that needed repairing, a costly job, not yet done. Before I was diagnosed with Peripheral neuralgia, Peroneal nerve palsy, and then CIDP. Next, the Stroke. Yes, life was so much less hassle and stress two and a half years ago, before the starting of the upgrading. I put many ailments down to these workings. But I am wandering off track here, sorry.
I thought I’d treat the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens, Deana, and Julie to a cream cake, and have one myself too. 
I went up and got back in the apartment. I took this photograph, for no other reason than my love of these houses. 
I took this picture of one of the agricultural gardeners on his little flat-backed electric lorry. This made me consider going to Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House this weekend if I get a chance. Mind you, I wasn’t too keen after remembering the hour it took me to clean the trolley wheels after my last visit. 
Extremely tired for no reason. Oh, yes! Lack of sleep! Hehe! 
Washed the pots, then I got the handwashing done, and hung to dry. 
I noticed as I glanced down at my legs, it appeared that the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. They lie hidden somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, had revisited me! This time to tattoo the legs with more spider-veins, print some more blood papsule, etc. a bruise or two, a few 
added spots on my legs? Hehe! 
I went in to check on Josie’s potatoes in the pan. The handle on the lid fell to pieces as I lifted it off the saucepan. 
I fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, horrendously depressing beige-coloured, sometimes working – others not, ramshackle, c1968, rusty, rickety, recliner; Clouting my shin as I did so on the corner of the Ottoman. The ear-ache stabbing pains giving me a savage, unsettling time, too! Notwithstanding, the Throne session, apart from a fair bit of bleeding, was the best one I’ve had in months! 
An enforced paradigm shift in plans took place:
I was well pee’d off with myself now! My planning time-wise had gone to pot, and I had to get a move-on, so as to be able to get to Lidl to get the fodder, before going to the surgery.
I got the brolly up and started on the hobble to the surgery. 
I surprised myself with the pace I was travelling. Especially with the brolly in one hand, and trying to control the downhill-hating wheel-wheeler trolley. 
The rain had gone down to the sprinkling when I left the store, to walk up the hill to the Sherrington Park Surgery.
I logged in at the surgery reception, and the city nurse saw me straight away. It took all of five minutes at most. Just questions and answers?
to see me. I discovered that she had been cancelled. I thanked the lady and went out into the drizzle, slightly disoriented. Hehe! 
Another Nottnghamian Pavement cyclist came from behind and received a word or two of condemnation from me, as he flew by and off down the hill! 
A little further down the hill, I called in the International Food Store. To have a nosey around in search of some of the lemon cakes. But found none. I did get some lemon biscuits, asparagus, fancy tomatoes, one of each. That cheered the lady on the checkout up a lot, Not! I paid their extortionate prices, thanked her, and out on my way for a hobble up the dreaded Winchester Street Hill, to the flats. 
Within minutes of getting in the flat, the rain had cleared, and the sun came through occasionally. 
I stripped off down to the PP’s for comfort.
The flat below me had got water flooding through from my kitchen! Deana had a look, She found mystery build-up of water underneath the old airer cupboard. 
So, I needed to try and stay awake late again, just if anyone required access. 
A sharp pain was felt in the lower shin area of the right leg, but this did not stop it from trying to dance a Neuropathic Schuhplattler, as I entered the room! The pain continued. A sort of crampish, dull ache with moments of stinging? But, the dancing was all over in seconds. (Phew!) The evacuation replaced other worries. Gawd blimey, an extremely messy and pongy affair! But, there was no bleeding. An awfully long time and a lot of effort were needed in cleaning the porcelain and myself up afterwards! Tsk! 
Then, my spirits, sank a little further…
However, unfortunately, the passing was of the UWBUS (Ultra-Weak-But-Uncontrollable-Sprinkly) version. I think I prefer the power-blast type, at least I know when things are finished. Hence, the first job was to clean and sanitise the bucket and me and change my PP’s. (Disesteem-Mode-Engaged!) 
I retrieved the hemadynamometer from the medical drawer and failed three times to get the machine to operate. Got it to go on the fourth attempt, though, and with fair results again too. Sia 142, Dia 72, Pulse 86. 
I sat still in the chair for ten minutes to recover, but this didn’t work. I assumed lack of food for so long might be part of the cause, and got the fodder cooked prepared and served up. (
I gave up on sleeping. I’ve no idea why, but I got up and went to the balcony, and took a shot of the evening sky through the windows. 
I was filling the kettle when the leg started to burst into one of its dancing routines. As Tim Price put it: “Come on leggies let’s do the locomotion. Then the hokey pokey, and a one-note samba!” Hehehe! It only lasted a few seconds, a minute at most. But what a pickle I got myself into! An excellent blooming job the water was cold, as it spilt onto the floor, via my legs and the left foot. I grabbed the counter as the stick was going along with the leg, and knocked the medication box onto the floor. Which opened up, and I now have several unusable wet tablets to sort out! It could have been a lot worse!
I cleaned up me, and the kitchen, and sorted some morning tablets out, and took them. 
back to the medical drawer. I got a sachet of the Movicol and mixed and downed a cup of it, and took a Senna at the same time. Oh, ‘eck! 
I thought I’d check on Morrison’s to see if they have any of the Special Offer butter in stock yet. 
I had a listen to the others chinwagging for a while. The City-bound L9 arrived, and Marie insisted on my getting on ahead of the others. Guiltily, I did so. But this gesture ensured I got the only semi-comfortable side-saddle seat on the bus. Nice! 
The square looked a right mess. 
As I got to the end of South Parade, a young lady Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, all but clouted into me, as she went by me far to close for comfort. 
I turned into Wheeler Gate, and approached the Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farms pork pies, Shebert saucers and to see if they had any fresh bread available. 
I got to the bus stop on Queen Street, and soon after Marie and Malcolm from Woodthorpe Court joined me. 
All three of us alighted, crossed over sensibly using the little central island, and made our way back to the flats down the hill. Marie and Malcolm gained speed and left me behind. Hehe! 
I got the food out of the three-wheeled trolley and onto the counter. 
purchases. The BLT sarnie and pork pie had some beetroot, cheeses, apple and tomatoes added to them, while the delicious Asda bacon fried chips were cooking, and boy, were they scrumptious! Apart from the Asda cooked beetroots, that were the consistency of an Australian Buloke tree wood, this was an unalloyed, veritable feast! 
As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!) 
Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages. 
a healthy 25°c – 74°f, 
Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem! 
I got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.
I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site. 
All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well! 
I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at 
An hour later, and things had changed back again! 
Took the medications. Cooking finished. 
As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes. 
I went on to create some templates in advance (Although only two, but still, better than none) Hehe! 
Windows updates arrived, so I left them running. 
Outside and walking along Chestnut Way, I took this snap of Windwood and Winchester Courts. 
As I turned right onto Winchester Street, the fruits were well-advanced. Likely they had been encouraged by yesterday’s rain, perhaps, maybe… or not. 
The pace slowed a bit as I a got to the hilltop, picked up again as I almost lost control of the trolley a couple of times. No doubt about it, this trolley doesn’t like going downhill at all! 
. I’ll do them in the slow cooker! I had to buy a carrier bag, I’d left the one I purchased at Asda in the four-wheeler trolley (Humph!) An assistant helped me pack the cart and bag! But the card would not be accepted on swipe! As luck would have it, I remembered the number and put it in, and it worked. I hope I will not be charged the £12.17 four times!
not in a good state, but I was so glad to see them both. Looking good too! Yee-Haa! 
leaves and grass. In fact, it has hard to push the trolley with all the gunk on the wheels!
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I spent three hours updating this blog. Then got the nosh prepared and served up! 
I caught my balance, and off the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). While I waited patiently for the surprising LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wee to stop, I had a Mind-Maze-Medley of silly, futile, blood-curdling, daunting and unnerving thoughts attacked what little-bit of harmony I had gained from the supercalifragilisticexpialidociously enjoyable dream. What didn’t pass through the grey-cells while I was waiting for the longest-lasting ever wee-wee to end, would be easier to list than those that did! I was not sure if it was the physical effort, (although it did it all on its own), or the 
I opened the new unwanted thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, to take a snap of the morning view. And had to rush a bit, as the rain poured in over me! Hehe! As I was taking the cap off of the milk carton (the finger-ends are becoming unaware of contact made again, now), I dropped the cap and nearly fell over the stick as the hand lost its grip at just the wrong time, as I was bending down to pick up the lid! Ah, well, mustn’t complain after yesterday’s far easier polyneuropathy-hassle day.
Then got the kettle on and got the morning medications out ready. I still can’t get used to taking so few tablets now they have cut them down.
Made a start on this post, and needed a leak. Another of the LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wees. Then went to make another brew.
I got the ablutions tended to next, as it was nearly eight o’clock. The legs looked far improved and had lost a lot of water retention.
Back to sort my nosh out. Peas in balsamic vinegar, gherkins, tomatoes, crispy edges of cheesy potato, franks and bacon juice chips (fries).