00:25hrs: I awoke abruptly, to find the grey-cells were battling with emotions, fear, worries, etc., all at the same time. Some thoughts were critical, others of absolute nihility. I tried to gain some control over the mishmash of twisted, illogical input to the brain, without much success,
Not that this mattered much after I glanced at my second-hand bought from the charity shop £2 watch, now attached to its new £10 strap, to check the time. Klutz!
The back of my left hand, had nocturnally developed many tiny blood spots?
Many ideas and silly thoughts flowed into my mind, as I pondered on what might have caused this. Had the cunning Weevils increased the strength of their jaws, and we now capable of penetrating the skin? Later, I looked them up on the web, and found:
They might be called Red moles, or cherry angiomas.
Red moles, or cherry angiomas, are common skin growths that can develop on most areas of your body. They’re also known as senile angiomas or Campbell de Morgan spots. They’re often found on people aged 70 and older, sometimes younger. The collection of small blood vessels inside a cherry angioma give them a reddish appearance.
However, it may be a sign of abnormal growth of blood vessels into a skin cancer. Red is a colour of concern within a mole, as it is not usually found in normal moles. There are of course red spots such as “haemangioma”, which are not moles but benign cancerous growth of blood vessels.
Cherry hemangioma. Cherry angiomas, also known as Campbell De Morgan spots or senile angiomas, are cherry red papules on the skin.
Warfarin users should have no concerns, as long as the papules do no start to itch. If itching or irritation does begin, consult your Cardiac Medical Practitioner immediately.
I have no itching, so nothing to fret about after all. I think? Hehe!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. I’m reluctant to go into too much detail about this evacuation. But feel I must this time, to link things to some rationalisation of why it was like it was. Does that make sense? However, the funny side being that rock-hard mini-rugby ball shaped things painfully parted presence with the pancreas, to the Porcelain. Nice to be able to report there was no bleeding, though. I perused a full chapter of the Clarkson Unofficial Biography book for the proceedings were completed.
I considered that perhaps the Soya lumps I ate last night in my homemade stew or whatever it is called that I brewed up, may have an effect on my Porcelain Throne evacuation?
I cleaned up and found just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) in the wet room.
Having been often fooled often before by the perspicacious, fiendish Weevils, into thinking they were losing the battle, I still used up some more Bug Killer Spray.
Into the spare room for a Weevil reconnoitring patrol.
I found about six EIBWBBBs in the spare room! Gathered around the hole in the sealant that they left me when they put in the new windows.
This increased EIBWBBBs liveliness and movement in the spare room resulted in my using up a full can of the Sanmex bug killer in one go. The usual coughing session followed.
Rinsed up and got the Health Checks done. Took the medications, the made a brew of Yorkshire Tea.
A second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Back to the wet room. One more EIBWBBB spotted as I settled on the Porcelain. Amazingly, the evacuation was back to the sloppy but full-bodied variety! The nugget shaped things had gone? I was a little doubtful as to why the sudden change?
At last, I got around to updating the Friday Diary, and…
It was hard work for hours, getting the blog finished off. I had to redo a lot of stuff thanks to Virgin Media not allowing me to save work I’d just done. Perseverance won the day finally, and the internet became a little faster… No, that’s not right, I meant a little less slow. Fehl!
I got the mushrooms in the pan with some balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce, and distilled vinegar.
Went on Facebooking, adding photos and on the TFZer site.
Then on WordPress Reader.
I did some CorelDraw prep work and the weariness dawned?
So I did the Health Checks and took this photo of the view from the kitchen window.
Took the medications and had a look to see if anything worth watching was on the gogglebox.
Got the fodder prepped and served up.
As I eating this meal, I felt the weariness getting worse. I didn’t even eat it all up, and there was not a lot to consume.
I managed to get the last Health Checks done and wash the pots. By which time, I was feeling shattered, zonked, and ready to drop.
Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and things got worse for me.
For six hours, all I did was shake, shiver and kept waking up every ten-minutes… well it felt like that. Then the SSWWs started, and over the following four hours or so, I lost count of the trips to the Porcelain, for both activities. The rear end evacuations were back to the messy liquid stomach unsettling kind. After the last visit to the Throne, I got back down again to tried desperately to get some sleep. Humph! Not Good!
Views that started Inchcock’s brain rambling off, thinking, pondering over and worrying about everything. Frustrated that he can do nothing about anything nor even comprehend, understand or communicate with his own mind!
The sky tonight: It’s polymorphous really did impress me,
The dying sun, struggling through the darkness, expressly,
Should have inspired a song, probably from Elvis Presley,
Magnificence flowed, from apex to apogee,
The above line is wrong, I couldn’t find another word to rhyme, you see!
Ah, the joys of living up high up in the clouds, primarily,
Where I can feel abandoned, sometimes get a bit dizzy,
Seek happiness… but that’s another story,
Viewing this landscape installs much inner psychoactivity,
I had to break off a while, I’d had too much curry,
So off to the Porcelain Throne in a hurry.
As to the reason for the natures ostentatiousness, I’m not privy,
Why mankind’s existence? Finding out is no tantivy,
No point in searching, so close to my logging out of life’s activity,
I blame my failure, on my brains under-activity,
Also on my abundant impecunity,
My lack of faith and the absence of any divinity!
I’m aware my brain has an impaired cognitivity,
My physical condition deteriorated, no longer of its high-quality,
Ailments abound, and the midriff is a superabundant mass, too much quantity,
My life’s actions have had little bioactivity on others, that’s a sad pity,
Relationship-wise, there’s been a paucity!
Fellow workers seemed to be more successful, with greater superiority,
They had confidence; that bosses mistook for ability!
Too late for me now, as I approach my senility,
Now I’m classed as having a disability,
I mean apart from my natural stupidity!
Porcelain Throne evacuations, now show great fluidity,
This occurs now with a pungent consistency,
The monthly medications increasing, remind one of mortality,
The brain wakes in the morning with even more veracity,
Often with thoughts lacking in reality,
But I do my best to keep my humour and morality!
I try to keep my medical appointments with accuracy,
I do my bestest, to avoid any turpitude and degeneracy,
Keeping my perambulations regular and ambling, not sprightly,
Sometimes I forget to take my medicines nightly,
When I do miss them, I accept the pains, quite quietly,
For it was me who caused them by acting deficiently!
I wrote these words in a mood, benignantly,
I dream of helping others to have a laugh, but not confidently,
For I fear that humour’s now being received with severity,
Not with a smile, merriment, or joviality,
Still, the photographicalisations came out chromolithographic.
I blame folks worrying, over the UK’s Brexitaliticalisationing!
The Attack of the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles!
His battles to try and rid his beloved Nottingham City Homes flat of the infraction invaders have all proved to be abject disasters. Causing the man’s aboulomania to increase. Resulting in non-success, defeat and frustration. Thereby increasing the old chaps kakorrhaphobia.
The few times he has had a little success (And I mean few times) in ridding himself of a few of the Ironclads, a sort of abiogenesis takes place, and there are always more of them to tackle within hours!
He’s tried talking to them of course. Hypnotising them, squashing them (but by the time he gets his old limbs and joints to permit him to get down on the floor to them, they have been long gone, they are like lightning at running!), getting back up from the floor is not easy for bald tubby short chap. He’s tried bleach, fungal mould killer, fly-spray, his mallet and prayer – no luck yet!
I woke, very late for me, and found I had my feet up on top of the £300 second-hand recliner and found the DVD remote control, the camera and the box with last night’s medications, not taken and a pencil, all of these were laying on my ample multi-fold ridden belly? The curtains were open, yet I recall closing them last night.
And, why the heck would I have all these things laying and in my folds of my belly? The remote perhaps, if I fell asleep using it?
As soon as I moved, both Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna attacked! Arthur, obviously because of the ridiculous position I’d left the legs and knees in. Why Anne Gyna had a go at me, I don’t know.
I painfully straightened the knees and legs, and gurgling issued from the innards and an urgent mission presented itself – I must get to the Porcelain Throne ASAP. – I’m afraid I didn’t make it on time. Oh dear!
The session although lasting only a few moments contained, Splashing, gushing, spurting, squirting and pebble-dashing of the porcelain and me. Humph! It took me ages to get the room, and myself cleaned up. Still feeling a bit queasy, now.
Took the morning medications and made up the pots for next weeks doses. Needless to say, I was happy I still had some of the Morrison Acute Diarrhoea Derek tablets and took one with the other medications.
Carried out the Health Checks, during which I had a wee-wee… twice?
Sys 163, Dia 86, Pulse 89, Temp 34.9 and weight 14St-8.8lb.
Made a mug of tasty tea.
On the horizon, out of the kitchen window, I thought I saw smoke.
I’m still not sure what it was even after looking at this photograph?
Noticed they had cut the grass in the bottom field so I might be able to get out and have a wander through the Copse later, take some nature pictures perhaps… hello, the rumbling innards have started again. Back to the Porcelain Throne.
The session went alright, not so messy this time at all. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were still having a go at me. Tsk! I suddenly felt so old for some reason?Then I thought about the things I have to do this coming Monday. Only the prescriptions to collect and see one of the Obergruppenfureresses about the bill from the 3 phone company demanding a months rent again. And this, after Obergefreiteress Julie had told them last month that I wanted to cancel the contract.
Then I thought about the things I have to do this coming Monday. Only the prescriptions to collect and see one of the Obergruppenfureresses about the bill from the 3 phone company demanding a months rent again. And this, after Obergefreiteress Julie had told them last month that I wanted to cancel the contract. Huh!
Also, I have to fill in a City Care Satisfaction Survey about the nurses who did the Enoxaparin injections for me, five pages of this.
Also, the Police Pegasus Contact Management Update needs doing, only three pages though.
Got the computer on and started this diary off to here. Then finished off yesterday’s log and got it posted.
Had a wee-wee. Went into the kitchen to get some more antiseptic wipes and spotted two things out of the window below.
Only one double-line-parker this morning, and I think there is an animal I spotted in the bushes?
Opened the Emails and replied responded and did some WordPress reading.
Did some Facebooking, then created a graphic or two for the TFZers site.
This one, for a celebration of Sandie Lentz’s Birthday. I hope she has the best one ever! Lovely woman:
This one of a group of TFZer lads making a fuss of Eve. I was quite pleased with one, it took a few hours, but I like it and hope the others do too.
Started another graphic off, and the Amazon man arrived with the parcel, containing the hearing-boosters and lid remover.
What followed was such a farce, failure and frustrating hour and a half, that I am going to make a single post about the mayhem, blood, injury and property damage caused while I was sorting out and getting the items assessed!
I’ll do it now while I’m still angry at myself!
Done it.
Far too late up for me, now. Feeling all drained again.
Got the meal cooked and did some Facebooking while it did do.
Just smoked bacon with BBQ sauce, a bit of sourdough bread and (At last I got to try out the Chinese mushrooms) fungi.
When I had to stab holes in the lid of the jar when I failed to get it off with the new wonder lid-removal tool from Amazon, I was lucky enough to have an empty beetroot jar to transfer the fodder into. Not big enough, so I had to throw some away, though.
They really were delicately tasty, mind.
Shame about breaking the mirror, I keep looking, expecting it to be there. Hehe!
I’ll have to get another one soon, or I might be deprived of looking at my distinctively handsome and attractive young face.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks.
I think the weighing scales might be broken?
Settled down after the meal, to watch some exciting programmes on the TV. Huh! Nod-off, wake, wee-wee, nod off, wake, wee-wee, television viewing, nod off, wake…
To make more frustrating, I was having dreams on each nod-off but could remember nothing about them. Grr!
0450hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without any hassle and off to the Porcelain Throne. Looking alright this morning, apart from the wobbly seat.
Performed the Health Checks and took the medications.
The weight had gone down a bit at last. Even if only a tiny bit.
Sys 155, Dia 74, Pulse 81, Temp 33.3
I got some potatoes in the Crock-Pot cooking on low.
The sky was different this morning, reminded me of the Shepherds Warning.
Turned on the computer and got a black screen with this message displayed:
Out of range: 2560 x 1440@60.1hz ??? Turned it off then back on and it worked okay?
Updated yesterday’s diary and got it posted off. Started this one, up to here.
Went for a wee-wee.
Checked on the written diary and thought how well I had done in getting the highlighters to use on it.
This way, I could identify the red for medical and the greens for Nottingham City Homes reminders?
Of course, reading and deciphering my own scrawl remains a problem. Hehe!
When I dropped the pencil and bent down to retrieve it, Hernia Harry showed signs of his displeasure painfully. Huh! But Roger Reflux was still being kind to me, so this balanced out the various ailments degree of botherations.
Yahrzeit, today, for Annie from a flat on the eighth floor. I spotted this when I looked at an old diary. Poor Annie suffered so much over the years. I hope she will be waiting for me when I pop-off, up there, wherever… I loved meeting her and heard her tell me about her worries and problems, gave her nibbles and tried to encourage her to mix. RIP Annie XXX.
I did see that there is at 1400hrs today, a Fire Service Meeting in the new temporary Winwood Centre Portacabin. For the Woodthorpe Court Tenants, 1500hrs for the Winchester Tenants (Who are lucky to have the bus stop moved to just outside their block of flats when the Woodthorponians have to walk so much further to get a bus. And the new cabin it nearest to them as well! But it doesn’t bother me!) Hehehe!
Had a wee-wee.
Checked and responded to the Emails next.
Onto Facebooking then.
Had a wee-wee.
Onto CorelDraw 7 to start another TFZer graphicalisation.
Hours later, in between wee-wees, I got it finished. Phew! I do hope they like it. Some small details and TFZers that might be hard to see on Facebook. Crossed fingers.
Ablutionsionalisticalisational activities tended to. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was bleeding internally, a bit of job to get him to stop. No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, no toe stubs, no Accifauxpa at all.The IQ told me of a
The IQ said of a disappointment to come soon. I hate it when it does this because I know it will happen but have no idea what it will be! Tsk!
All done, I had a wee-wee, and took the bin bags to the chute, and made my way down and out into the glorious sunshine along with some other tenants and we made our way to the new temporary portacabin.
About 25 residents were already in and seated. Saw Olive and her daughter there and got the last seat next to her.
The meeting did not go well for me at all in any way – Sad!
I had no idea what anyone was saying and was far too far away to try and lip read. The Fire Officer arrived and started his silent (To me) lecture come talk.
Then the hearing aid battery packed up on me without any warning. I got the bag on my knee and began to rummage through it, to find the spare batteries. Not that I thought they would help, but they just might. Someone poked me on the shoulder from behind, as I looked up, all the folks were either pointing to me saying something, scowling at me, apparently tutting at me or giving me some wonderfully expressive glares of a warning and aggressive nature! Oh dear!
Luckily Olive being behind me, and her having such easy lip-reading qualities, she indicated that I was making a noise going through the bag disturbing the others who could not hear the Officer talking. Red-facedly I put down the bag, and indicated my apologies to the others, with the traditional palm of the hand sign.
I really wanted to give up altogether and just leave but did not want to upset them all by doing so. I stuck it out, sitting there silent with no idea what was going on, until the end, then said my farewells to Olive and sneaked out from the door at the opposite end of the cabin, sensing the glares and stares behind me as I did so.
I turned and took a photograph of the cabin I’d just exited. Seeing the fencing close to in the picture, I then knew what all the other poles all over the site were going to be used for.
A little surprised at the Nottingham City Council allowing UKIP colours on the pelmets? Hehe!
Felt a bit depressed and embarrassed at upsetting everyone at the meeting.
Had a rather morose walk down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, and called at the Continental Food Shop. Asked for three slices belly pork with stuffing and garlic, and one Polish cooked chicken thigh. And a jar of Chinese mixed mushrooms in oil. I thought they were a bit expensive at £8.51? (When I got back to the flat later, there were six (Not the three I’d asked for, slices of pork and two, not the one I’d asked for, chicken thighs! Humph!).
Called in the Co-op store and got some fresh pod peas.Strolled limping a little, the plates were giving me much
Strolled limping a little, the plates were giving me much discomfort, to the Wilko Store. Again they had no Dettol Lavender disinfectant in stock, and in the space where it usually is on display was now used by another product and the label on the shelf for Dettol, removed. I left empty handed and thought, the IQ message I got when ablutionising earlier was right?
Called in the Charity shops but nothing appealing, then I made my way to the bus shelter to catch an L9 bus back up the hill to the Winwood compound.
Two lady tenants at the bus stop who I recognised from the Fire Meeting, did not answer my greetings to them apart from a scowl and sat far away from me on the bus. I felt like apariah. I was feeling bad enough before this. Tsk!
Dropped off the bus at the Winchester flats where it has been relocated to, and in need of a wee-wee, I made my way down to the end of Chestnut Walk to me Woodthorpe Court block.
Noticed some workmen removing the now unavailable, bus stop from near the Woodthorpe apartments.
Got in and had my wee-wee, then washed and into the kitchen to put the bits away that I’d purchased.
I thought I’d try some of the Chinese mushrooms with the meal later.
But there was no way I could get the lid off of the Chinese Mushrooms jar! I tried everything I could think of. What a lousy flipping day I am having!
Shelled some peas to have them cold with the meal.
Got the medications and a pot of Lemon Fool to accompany the fodder, and dished it all up. Beef pasty with strong cheddar on top, pickled mushrooms, the raw peas, beetroots, belly pork, Polish chicken thigh and some new potatoes. No bread, because I forgot to get some when I was in Sherwood. Fancy that!
Sister Jane rang, but I cannot remember what it was about? Sorry, Jane.
Despite how things had gone today, I enjoyed this plateful very much and rated it as a 9.22/10. But then, I didn’t know what was about to take place, did I?
After devouring the food, I went into the kitchen to wash the pots up and found I’d left the hot tap running in the sink… Hastily I made my way to turn off the tap,
Stubbed the big toe on the sink base unit, dropped all the pots and tray, spun around and belted the elbow on the drainer corner!
The mess on the floor could wait, the toe was the worst thing at this moment, the pain was really sharp. Into the wetroom and found that bleeding under the toe needed attention. Not a lot, but painful. Got the antiseptic cream on it after cleaning it best I could.
Then, back to tackle the mess and hodgepodge in the kitchen. My walking style must have looked really comical now. Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, the callouses and now the toe, all helping me to challenge John Cleese for the Funny Walk Challenge title. Hehehe!
Got a bowl of soapy water and disinfectant in it and I bent down to wash the floor area where the beetroot had stained, I felt the flow from Haemorrhoid Harold, and hobbled funnily, back to the wet room again. Cleaned things up again, back to the mayhem in the kitchen. I got spillage looking cleaner. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, with one extra Codeine Phosphate.
Had a look at the TV magazine, nothing on to watch, so I hobbled back to the main room and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, with a mug of orange juice and some nibbles for later, and got a DVD on.
Started to watch Dr Who, Ten minutes later I woke up needing a wee-wee. As I escaped the clutches of the recliner and stood up, I could feel the warm flow in the slipper, from the big toe. To the wet room and tended to it again. I put a drop of after-shave on the corner where it seemed to be coming from mostly. Made me jump a bit, but it worked, and the blood flow stemmed within a minute or so. Took the wee-wee and back to watch the DVD.
Jumped awake at 0100hrs – Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Overall, another good morning health wise I thought. Anne Gyna was being a bit nasty with me and Roger Reflux too. But Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Steven Shakes, Harry Hernia and Dizzy Dennis were all in a good mood and kind to me.
Got the laundry things ready and went down to the laundry room and got them in the machine. New notice on the board:
It was from Jenny, the flats coordinator, a former Woodthorpe Obergruppenfurheress Warden and tenant.
Back up to the apartment and got the kettle on, took the morning medications, A little early I realised after taking them. But I had taken the doses early last night.
Computer turned on and began updating the Wednesday Diary.
Very warm and close this beautiful morning.
Soon time to go down and move the washing into the dryer.
Popped outside, to take this shot (I still want to know what all these triple poles are going to be used for? Hehe!), luckily I’d remembered to take the foyer door swipe with me so I could gain entry back into the compound. Phew!
Up again, both of the lifts now working again.
Had a wee-wee and put on the kettle. Did the health checks.
Did the health checks, and very nearly, retook the medications! What a clot I am!
The pulse was 99, but I expect this is because I had been up and down the lift with the washing. When I took the photo of the machine and doctored it in Vinette, the pulse reading with the flash reflection looked like it was 299. So I doctored the 99 in the photo to make it clearer. Hehe, got me going for a second or two. I did notice that the pulse had been a bit erratic this week all through, though. The weight had gone down mind. First time for a while.
Did some more updating on the diary. Got it finished and posted off. It was time to go and collect the laundry again.
All folded neatly, cleaned the machines and filter. Lifted the bag and the handle came off!
Lifted the bag and the handle came off!
Picked up the clothing and shook the dust off of them and replaced them with the bag. Passed some wind, and hastily made my up to the flat, while fumbling to carry the bag, and the Porcelain Throne. The lifts have never seemed slower! Haha!
I made it in time, but only just. Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding since my last visit 3 hours or so ago. Cleaned things up and applied the medication cream. Wiped around, scrubbed my hands and out and back on the computer and started this Inchcock Today, off.
Went to make a cuppa, and saw that I’d forgotten about the bag of laundry I’d dropped as I got through the door in my haste to get to the wetroom. So I put away the stuff in the airing cupboard.
Looking a bit blue out there?
Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading.
Facebooking next.
Had a wee-wee.
0536hrs: Started a TFZer graphics. Got these two done, both in monochrome style, and made look like an old photograph, best as I could.
Janet and Jillie in London, with Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.
Thomas, in the old Nottingham Victoria Station, with a diesel and Steam locomotives.
Hope they like them.
Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a video on YouTube before having to get the ablutions done in time for the Tenants Social Hour in the new temporary hut.
A good few resident there when I arrived at the new temporary shelter/shed. I was going to take a photo of it, but I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Huh!
Some of the girls seemed happy to see me. A bit of a job finding a chair to sit on, and had to sit next to a Winchester tenant chap who took up all the available moving room to and from the seat I had to use. Fair enough, the man had a stick with him and was rather well-endowed stomach-wise, very big, covered in tattoos and not very sociable. So I did not bother him and asked others to let me in and out each time I needed to move, which was often.
Got up to put the raffle prizes on the table. Chinwag with some of the ladies and back to get the nibble bag. Had to get around the man again to distribute the nibbles above.
Then back, via the spread-eagled bloke to the chair and I had half a cup of tea and natter with Bill (William on Sundays).
Then I required a wee-wee, poor old Frank had to move again to let me through to the WC. The tall chap didn’t even seem to know the bother and hassle he was causing by sprawling out so far away from the table, bless him.
I asked a representative of the work team who was doing the upgrade, and he told me the poles dug into the grass, concrete paths and road all over the place, were to build security fences, for when the expensive plant machinery moves into the compound. I know now. Hehe!
Got some raffle tickets and had to fight my past the chap again to give them out to some ladies. Jenny was looking good. One last exertion to get through the chairs and I called it a day, it was encouraging too much hassle from Arthur Itis with the tall, rotund gentleman not moving at all. I thought perhaps he couldn’t. But he didn’t speak or answer me when I inquired how he was keeping. He only talked to a woman opposite him, and Jenny? I offered a cheerful cheerio to the folks and left early to get back to number 72 and another wee-wee.
The Anticoagulation Record had arrived while I was out at the Hut.
Down to 2.8 this time. For some reason, the DVT is having a heck of a job getting the INR level up, although I thought 2.8 was not too bad at all, very close to the target figure. But they had increased the dosages anyway. But I must not turn into a vaticinator.
I made an Email for the Sherrington Park Surgery requesting an appointment as instructed for Wednesday 12th July as early as possible for the next INR blood test. I added the photograph I took of the Anticoagulation Records details, like a subtle sarcastic reminder that they have not sent me an Email with the changed dosages. I don’t suppose they will be interested really, though.
Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.
Looking far more like okay, now I think compared to earlier.
Although the temperature seems to have dropped dramatically, from 36.1 (High?) to 31.9 (?)
Had a wee-wee. Into the kitchen for a brew of tea and notice outside down below in the bottom field near the Copse, was a gal with her two dogs playing ‘fetch-the-ball’… Well, I say two dogs. I had a real laugh watching them perform, I must say. The lighter coloured brown dog would race away and retrieve the ball, with the black running so far with him, then about half way to wherever the ball landed, he’d wait for the other dog to get it and run back to the girl with it and join in with him then. In the end, after twenty or so ‘Fetches’ like this, the black dog just laid down and rolled in the grass when his Mistress threw the ball for the other one to retrieve.
I was laughing out loud at the black dog’s antics. Hehehe! Loved watching them.
No rain at all today yet. It did say on the radio, some areas will get none, and others a ‘Yellow Warning’ storm?
A quick look at the news for Nottingham.
Apparently, this was Castle Boulevard twenty minutes ago.
This is how it looked from the kitchen window here, just over ten minutes ago.
A bit of difference then, I see?
Hehe!
Rechecked the Emails to see of any from the surgery had arrived. As I opened Gmail, it came through, from the surgery. I wrote in the paper diary and onto the Google Calendar. Wednesday 12th @ 1022hrs sent an Email back to them thanking them and confirming I could attend. A fair number of WordPress Emails, so I answered/responded to them.
Feeling well drained now, after another silly hour start to the day. Tsk!
Going to have something easy to make I thought. After which I decided on tomatoes and bacon… tonnes of bacon! Hehe! Then I realised I’d not got much bread in stock, so had a rethink. Gorrit, potatoes and bacon with some sweet curried baked beans?
Did the evening Health Checks.
Had a quick bash on Facebooking, then a wee-wee.
Had a wee-wee.
Got the bacon in the oven and watched a 15-minute video on YouTube while it cooked.
Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger both eased off – Nice!
Sister Jane rang as I went into the kitchen to check on the food. I’m overeating, and the wrong foods again and that is why I must cut down on bread and potatoes. She worries about me, blesses her cotton socks. Hardly dare print the photo of tonight’s meal. Hehe!
Got the fodder served up, and a great one it was too, taste-wise.
After I washed the pots and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD before Hetty Wainthrope started on the TV, Shaking Steven paid me a visit. Not good, but at least I was settled and had nothing in my hands at the time. So, no Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop! Good that!
CorelDraw back on for a while. I updated this one below. Not easy with the fingers doing their own thing. Hehe!
Gave up after a while and got the head down – off I went into the land of nod within minutes.
Kept waking up and nodding off again for an hour or so, so drained after yesterday’s exertions and hassle.
Rose up for a Porcelain Throne visit around 0600hrs. (If I had not wanted the Throne visit I might still be in th recliner, so weary. Haha!) Tired, yes. But Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, Shaking Steven and Dizzy Dennis were all being kind to me at that moment. It felt odd, wrong somehow. If you know what I mean? Only Haemorrhoid Harold was any bother. My EQ tells me this will not last, and something not nice is due later in the day. Huh!
Had a wee-wee.Then did the Health Checking routine.
Then did the Health Checking routine. The temp was 33.8 and the weight was a staggering 14.94. Oh dearie me!
Got the nibbles into the bag for the INR blood test nurse this afternoon.
Email sorting next, a lot get through this morning.
WordPress reading and then onto Facebook to catch up again.
Had a wee-wee, then got some potatoes on the slow boil to have later when I get back from the surgery.
Carried on with Facebooking for an hour more or so.
Had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and watched a YouTube about car crashes.
Ablutions carried out, midday medications and Health Checks done.
Collected the bag and off on a walk into Carrington and the INR blood test.
Out and to the end of the road then right down the hill and left and up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Carrington.
Strangely quiet on the roads this morning.
Got to the surgery, signed in, took a seat. I was the only patient in there?
Nurse Nichole collected me and into the blood room. We had a chat while she took my blood. I mentioned that I’d sat down with the sample bottle and broken it, and she said she’d get me another, which she did bless her sumptuous thighs.
I was certain there was something else I wanted to ask her about, but could not remember what it was. Huh!
Gave her her box of chocolates, bid farewell and off a trotted out and to the paper shop in Carrington. Got a packet of four highlighter pens. I’ve got these to use on my written diary to indicate the different task that I record in advance.
Down to the Chemists and inquired of the date for my prescription collection. The young lady checked and informed me it was next Monday, 10th July. I wrote this down on the inside cover of the crossword book, to record on the paper diary and Google Calendar later. (I remembered to at well. Smug mode adopted!)
Down and into the Lidl store. Got some wholemeal bread thins, meat slices and mint nibbles for myself.
Out to the bus stop and caught a bus back up into Sherwood. Lots of time before the L9 bus arrived, so I wandered around a bit. Called in Wilko and got some Y-lang fragrance boost and softener and Surf capsules (Lemon scented) for the laundry.
Called in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop but did not get anything.
To the bus stop.
The traffic had increased, but no L9 bus arrived yet.
The L9 was due at 25 minutes past the hour, but by 30 minutes passed, had not come, and a number 40 bus did, so I got on that one. I lot further to walk when using this bus, but I was not sure if the L9 was going to arrive or not. They often fail to turn up.
Naughty Nottingham Pavement Cyclists lingered everywhere I looked in Sherwood.
Dropped off the bus on Winchester Hill and started the ascent up to the flats. The feet were stinging, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both kicked off.
Turned left onto Chestnut Walk, as the oh-so-late inbound L9 bus passed me. The outbound was at the new bus stop in front of this bus.
Note the bus stop could not be further away from Woodthorpe Court and is situated right next to Winchester Court. Doesn’t bother me though!
In the flat and had a wee-wee.
Got the meal cooking and put the bits away. Amended the written diary with the new reminders.
Had a wee-wee. I’ve just remembered what I was was going to tell the nurse about… Humph!
Did the evening Health Checks.
Got the fodder prepared and served up.
Roasted strong cheddar cheese, boiled potatoes, beetroots, ready-cooked crispy streaky bacon, garden peas and two, not eatable boiled, pickled eggs and minced beef and gravy in shortcrust pastry. Lemon Fool to follow.
What was wrong with the eggs I have no idea. They were foul (Bit of wit and wordplay here folks). Despite this, the rest of the meal deserved an 8.8/10 rating.
Took the medications and checked the TV magazine and found that Hetty Wainthrope was on at 2000hrs, that was all I was interested in.
Watched some Dr Who series one episode between nodding off now and then and rewinding. At 2000hrs I put the TV on to watch Hetty… It was not on! Checked the listings… and found I’d looked at tomorrow’s page. Humph!
No chance of staying awake after this, soon off in the land of nod proper, until 0100hrs when I sprang awake full of vim?
Arrived a little early, so I had a wander around taking photographicalisations.
Hobbled through the Slab Square in the City Centre.
Then down to St Peter’s Square.
Where some Buddhists were offering free soft drinks and recruiting for the three disciplines of their faith. Drew a lot of folks attention. Then again, knowing the great Nottinghamian’s ‘Owt fer nowt’ approach, I was not surprised.
Arrived at the Hearing Aid, SpecSaver shop in plenty of time.
I approached the receptionist, a great one this woman would have been, I imagined she would have been of invaluable assistance as a Chef Oberaufseherin, “Chief Senior Overseer” in any of their concentration camps. Her superior snotty (Don’t you dare bother me!) glare and attitude alone would have scared most inmates without threats of violence! It certainly, frit me!
She told me to take a seat in the waiting area. I wasn’t going to argue with her, so meekly I took my place in the waiting area! Got the crossword book out and within a few minutes a lady came out to me, smiled, collected me and led me into a small room. Very reassuring that I got a person and not a robot to deal with me!
Phenomenally good looking, short dress on and excellent, no, perfect chunky, thought inspiring legs. I found it hard to concentrate as she quizzed me on my hearing history. Sweet natured patient lass she was.After an hour or so of hearing related discussions and few laughs it was decided:
After an hour or so of hearing related discussions and few laughs it was decided:
I have far too much wax in both ear-holes to do a test today that would be accurate. Told to continue with, but increase the applications of Olive Oil in both channels to loosen the wax. Then I have to return on Tuesday 4th July at 1130hrs for have the wax removal and a test done. Usually, removing the wax would cost me £50 (Two @ £25) to have done, but if I purchase hearing aids from them, it will be free on this occasion.
I explained the discomfort of the current models I have, also the difficulty when it comes to changing and cutting/refitting new tubes. She showed me some in-the-ear aids. I liked the idea of them, but she was not sure if they would be powerful enough for me, but might be. They will know after the test. These were the cheapest in the range on offer too! This woman I believed and trusted, but the test will be done by someone else, the bloke who I spoke to on my last visit, who looked like a banker with his red braces and hadn’t started shaving yet I didn’t think?
My confidence ebbed.
I departed and had a photographicalisational limp on my way through Nottingham’s streets to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Up through Exchange Walk
Across the Slab Square – Passing the wedding Rolls Royce
Up Long Row to the corner of Clinton Street and Abdul’s fruit stall
A bit of a risky hobble through Clinton Street – Danger lurks for any elderly or disabled people brave or foolish enough to hobble along it!
Managed to get through and out of the other end without any Accifauxpas!
Into the Victoria Centre (Mall), and through to the other end and the Tesco store. Got some sourdough bread and fresh pod peas.
Up to an alley on Shakespeare Street near some student residences.
As I got towards the bus stop for home, I took this photograph of a building called ‘Fothergill Watson House in honour of the greatest designer ever from Nottingham, by the same name. Actually, is original name was Watson Fothergill, bu he changed it around when he was in his teens. It puts the newer update building next door into its place as a bleak characterless effort?
0400hrs: Woke up, recalling some bits of a dream and scribbled it down quickly on the notepad. From my younger days, Suzie my first love (Well, my only one really), Chrissie, a wondrously attractive gal from ‘Down our terrace’ and Dad were in this one, I could not see me though, it was like I was just watching things as they progressed? I think Sister Jane came into it at times, to tell me where and what to look for? The back yard, Chrissie’s family dog Rover, appeared, burning ashes came down from the train above on the viaduct. Memories (Happy ones mostly) raced into and out of mind at a fast rate, like fast forwarding a tape or DVD? Pondered on them for ages.
0455hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty session, but failure was in the air (Just wind, Hehe!) Had a wee-wee, though.
Did the health checks: Sys148, Dia 80, Pulse 101, Temp 35.6 and Weight 14.7 The pulse rate was exceptionally high, never had it so big before?
The computer on and sent Email to Sister Jane, with the photo of the funny shapes on the tummy. Told her I could make it tomorrow (Wednesday) all being well, to get out to visit them. Fingers crossed she can accommodate me. I’m sure she told me on the phone that she would be in on Wednesday. (Well, somewhat sure, Tsk!)
Another attempted Porcelain Throne session failed. Had a wee-wee, mind. Took a Senna tablet.
Did some WordPress reading.
Another try on the Porcelain Throne, gave up, had a wee-wee again. Took a second Senna tablet.
Did the ablutions. Another attempted heavy-duty session on the Throne… Failed again. Felt the pressure of needing to go, but too nervous to push too hard yet, as this had caused much bleeding last month when I had Constipation Konrad visiting me. Had a wee-wee.
Could not find the hearing aids. Searched for over an hour and a half without any luck. I vaguely recall taking them out yesterday because one had lost all power and the other was picking up some squealing noises and wrapping them in a tissue – where, when and the location of where I put them remains a mystery to me? I’d been considering treating myself to a newer set of two anyway. So decided I would go into town and check on availability, prices, etc. and have a new hearing test done if they were not too expensive.
Got the bag ready, and went out to the Community Shed to see if Obergruppenfurheress Deana would be in like she said she would. Down the lift and out to the hut. Obergruppenfurher Deana and Gruppenfurher Julie were both in. Apparently, it is the day for collecting the yearly concessional TV licence monies in, so they were busy with us old folks throwing money at her. Hehe!
In between issuing the licences to various folks, she rang the insurance company for me and got it paid, bless her. Then reminded me of the need to pay for my TV licence. So I did.
On the way back to number 72 for one more quick search for the hearing aids, before catching the bus into town. I observed that the Woodthorpe Flats bus stop had a notice telling us ‘This Stop is no longer in use – use the one at the end of the road next to the Winchester Flats” – shame that, an extra walk and no bus shelter to wait under in the event of foul weather. Never mind, can’t he helped. A lot of workmen standing and lurking this morning, and they had started to do the removal of decorative ceiling coverings doing one floor at a time. Starting with the top floor on Monday. Meaning my floor will be done on Thursday when I can either go out for the day, and they will provide a free buffet meal in the Social Hut for us, or we can stay inside all day. Does this mean the Tenants Social Hour will be cancelled? I imagine not because it only affects the people on the 12th floor of each block. There is no way anyone opting to stay in their flats will be allowed into the lift area while the work takes place. Health & Safety rules.
Up to the apartment and had a search for the missing hearing aids again, no luck. Rushed back down again and to the end of the road to the new to us, bus stop. Many residents from both blocks were waiting. Had a chinwag with Bill. He was telling me how all the others were moaning about the bus stop, being moved, further to walk, no shelter from the elements, chattering about having to in or out of their homes for a day… they are not happy Bill said. I could not hear them due to the lack of hearing aids in my lug-holes. Haha!
I was the only one from the flats who got onto the City bound bus.
On Mapperley tops, the traffic inbound was at a standstill, and the L9 bus that the others back at the flats were waiting for was in the middle of the queue. Poor folks have going to have a long wait.
Dropped off at the terminus and walked down Queen Street into the slab square.
No Big Issue sellers in the area this morning?
To Boot’s and had a word with a lady there. But when we got to the prices I withdrew with as much grace as I could manage.
Over the road and down onto Wheeler Gate and the Specsavers shop. Had a word with them, their choices were far less than at Boots, and the prices for comparable models was about the same, but they had an offer on of two for the price of one. Plus, 4 years free batteries, one-year free insurance, Free aftercare, Free choice of fitting styles (Not sure what this means yet), a ninety-day satisfaction period and a Four-year guarantee. Oh, and a free hearing test.
The young man got my details onto the computer and asked when I wanted the test done from his available dates. He offered Thursday, made him look at me oddly when I told him I was to be stuck in the flats all day Thursday, I declined. Friday at 1700hrs – I got another odd look when I said this was too late for me to get a bus there or back to the flats.
Saturday at 1330hrs (He was getting a look of desperation on his face now, Hehe!) That will do, I told him, much to his relief I’m sure. He gave me a booklet and an appointment card.
I was going to tell him about there only being three buses to town on a Saturday, but I think had come to the decision that I was mad enough as it was. Hehehe!
Left and had a hobble up Friar Lane to see if the hearing place was open that used to sell alarms and timers for the hard of hearing. Terribly high prices last time I looked.
A big sign on the window, Shop To Let! So the business had apparently gone under since my previously visiting it. Not surprised really at the prices they were charging.
I meandered back down and onto the Slab Square, then up to the Primark Store and had a look around. Got some socks that claimed to be wider than average, thought they looked comfortable.
Some shoplifters were being taken out as I left the store. I don’t know how they make it pay here. So many times I’ve passed by and seen a police car with Officers removing offenders from this place.
Spotted some Nottingham Street Art outside.
I assume the staff of the nearby shops and officers have to nip out for a quick fag at their breaks and lunchtime? Whatever happened to the Smoke Rooms we used to have?
Got a TV magazine for next week and a newspaper to read on the bus, as I had failed to put my crossword book in the bag. I thought whatever it was that had caused the traffic snarl-up earlier, might be roadwork related and still be there.
As the bus passed the end of Clinton Street, I took a photographicalisation of it.
It didn’t come out too bad, considering how fast the bus was travelling, I thought.
Back at the apartments, I got off at the new stop and had a fair walk back to my block. Although it wasn’t a long walk, it was longer than usual. I must remember this when setting out in future to catch a bus and give myself a little more time.
At the apartment door, I rang the ladies next door bell. Gave her the newspaper to read. In the flat and tried again on the Porcelain Throne, no luck, but had a wee-wee.
Got the calendar updated with the appointment for the hearing test.
Realised when I did so, I’d missed getting to the Woodthorpe Park open day. Tsk, Cobblediplonk & Humph!
Did the Health Checks.
The pulse rate had gone down well, only 75 now, gone the opposite way? Huh!
The computer on again and updated this diary.
Back to the Porcelain Throne… ah, movement at last! Not easy, and Duodenal Donald bled a lot, but at least Constipation Konrad had eased a little. I shall still take another Senna with tonight’s medications, though. Took them while I thought of it.
Did some more WordPressing, then Facebooking. Lots of comments to reply to, that was fun.
The intercom burst into life, it was District Nurse came to collect their bag of tricks. I pressed the admit buttons and put some nibbles into the bag and said nowt when she got here to collect them.
Back to Facebooking.
1845hrs: Dawg-gone Virgin Internet went down! Reset button and restart made no difference. Rang 150 for help, got a recorded message Sorry your Virgin Internet is having problems, engineer despatched, we anticipate to have it working again by 0225hrs!
Had a wee-wee. Wash, the toothache started when cleaning the teggies. Humph!
To extra Codeine Got the meal ready.
Rang Sister Jane to make sure she will be in and I would be welcome to visit in the morning.
Got some nibbles and things in the bag, so I don’t forget them tomorrow.
Found the hearing aids in the pocket of a shirt I was putting into in the laundry bag. Humph – Tsk and fancy that!
Fell asleep, dreamt of being chased along office corridors again.
0530hrs: Woke recalling bits of a dream, it was not a good one, and I felt a dishearted and in the doldrums for a few seconds about the theme of it. (Then remembered the Nurses hoping they would arrive early enough for me to catch the 0930hrs bus after the Enoxaparin booster injections. This prompted me into action, arousing an oh-so-rare sense of urgency, and noticed how tidy the room looked, then off to the Porcelain Throne.
The session was all right mostly this morning. The passing was painless and bloodless. Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger were both taking a holiday along with Dizzy Dennis. Duodenal Donald being the only one of regular ailments giving me any bother… but I was aware that this could change so quickly. So prevented me from getting too hopeful or happy.
Noticed some new bruising and under the skin bleeding on the left leg. Which incidentally has gone down in size a bit this morning. The scratches had dried up now.
Good stuff that after-shave I used on it yesterday. Hurts a bit, but it does halt the bleeding.
I realised that the timing between the District Nurses visit and catching the bus would be tight. So I got on with making a mug of tea, did the Health Checks. Took the medications and sorted the weekly tablet box’s out.
Finished the weekend dairy off and got it posted, then started this one off.
Ablutions tended to, two nurses arrived, a plump bonny lass and a young youth who looked about 13-years-old to me? He never spoke, just spent his time pretending to listen to the District Nurse and spent his time perusing all over the flat with his beady eyes.
They soon got me done in plenty of time, thanked them and off they shot. Got the things ready and went out to visit the community shed. A chinwag with Roy at the bus stop en route. Gruppenfureress Julie and Obergruppenfureress Deana both in. Gave them their nibbles. Asked if Dean could help with phoning the insurance company for me. Told to see her tomorrow morning as she is away again after that. So busy, these gals you know.
To the bus stop and another gossip with Bill, Roy and Pete.
Bus into town and a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital. Only two of the four lifts (elevators) were working, so I walked up the stairs again to the D-floor.
A lot easier doing this today than the other days recently.
Along the corridor and into the reception area – the look from the receptionist accompanied by a well-practised sneer welcomed me. Washed my hands and took a seat, got the crossword book out.
Later, they reminded us about the one minute’s silence about to take place in memory of the Grenfell flat victims and survivors. I was most annoyed with two ladies at the front who kept on chatting throughout the minute. I dare not say anything for fear of losing me temper.
The doctor called me in and took the blood reading. It was up to 2.1 now, which is still lower than the 3.0 target figure, but much less so than the recent ones, that have been creeping up slowly this week. 1.2, 1.4, 1.6 then 1.8. He decided to cancel the Enoxaparin injections and increased the Warfarin doses instead. Told me to make an appointment with my doctor’s nurse… (Ah, I’ve remembered her name now, Nichole!) for another INR blood test with her. Nichole, a beautiful creature and a fantastic temperament she has. Told me of his concern for internal bleeding after looking at my flobby-tummy. He made a phone call. Said to me to go to the DVT clinic afterwards, gave me a card to take with me. I thanked him and handed some nibbles to the nurses. Off down the corridor to the DVT, where a bloke was waiting for my arrival. Put me on a trolly, down a long barren hallway and into a room with what looked like X-ray machinery, but he called it some other name. Tied a big metal and cloth belt tightly around the midriff and photographed under the skin via the belt. He got the results immediately from the print-out. Nothing to worry about now I am off the Enoxaparin, he told me. We joked about Nottingham Forest’s decline and mourned Brian Clough. I’m not sure how we started on about this? Hehe! Informed me no need to return to the other doctor and wished me well. Advised me that I’m to be taken off of the Red Watch scheme tomorrow. (Or something like that anyway.) Thanked him and I was off down the stairs and out into the glorious sunshine to the bus stop.
I’d actually enjoyed having Red Markers on my record – I’ve never been looked at so quickly ever before. Ah well, back to the remembering to take the crossword book and a reading book with me again every visit.
Waiting for the bus to arrive, I became aware of the amount of scantily attired young females all over the place. Just thought I’d mention it like.
En-route to Arnold, I took a couple of pictures from the bus window. All reflections and blurs. Tsk!
Dropped off in Arnold High Street and went into the Wilko store to get a spare toothbrush and washing up bowl. Got the brush, but could I find a bowl? No! Mind you, it is a huge shop. Asked a lady assistant stood near the customer desk with a big sign declaring “Here to help, Can I?” Asked her for the location of the bowls as mentioned earlier. “Over the back in the Kitchen Section,” she said stabbing her finger roughly in that direction. I thanked her kindly and set off on a search. Found the sign for Kitchen on the ceiling. Had I wanted, saucepans, cookers, cutlery, microwave ovens, toasters, frying pans, woks, kitchen scales a kettle, chopping board, mop and bucket, waste-bin, containers, clock, grater, food mixer, sink drainer, water filter or tablets, jugs, mixing bowl, coffee maker, slow cooker, timer, wall clock, blender, processor, fryer, steamer, wine chiller, paper plates, Hostess trolley, waste bin, kitchen furniture or black bags… I’d have been fine. But a bowl to use in the sink? Humph!
Gave up and put the disinfectant, toothbrushes and dusters back where I got them from and departed, making my way to the Boyles Store further up the road. Where I got some spare toothbrushes at only 39p each! Disinfectant same as the one in Wilko for 15p less, and Neutradol Air Freshener at 30% extra and the same price as Wilko. Felt a bit smug here I did.
Two doors up and into the Savers shop. Got some Neutradol fabric spray at £1 each, some Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.49.
Attempted to take a photograph of some bears in a window, but made a right mess of it. Humph!
Limped along to the Asda (Walmart) superstore. Boy, is it right what they put on the web about what Asda shoppers wear… or rather what they don’t wear!
I spent a good while examining the attire of the young and older ladies in Walmart. Bought only a pack of fresh garden peas. (Nibbled some on the bus later)
Back to the apartment and tended to a much-needed wee-weeing session.
Sorted the paperwork from the medical activities. Added things to the calendar.
Did some WordPressing, checked the Emails, and sent one to the surgery for an appointment for Friday with Nurse Nichole for the INR test.
Carried out the Health checks and made up last week’s record.
Today’s seemed a bit variable?
Received an email back from the surgery very quickly, an appointment for 0925hrs on Friday, but this on the Google calendar.
Made a drink and had a look into the options of what to have for fodder tonight.
The mobile rang, and it was the District Nurse Controller, asking if they were needed tonight or not. I explained everything and she said no need to keep the Hypodermics in the fridge, just a dark, cool area.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. I’m hoping to go see them on Wednesday, all being well like. Told of one of the blood spots on the tummy from an Enoxaparin shot and how it looked to me like a chicken. Pete had overdone his electric bke riding session, and I pulled his leg about it, because I kne just how he felt, aving done similar myself so many times. Hehe!
Had a wee-wee.
Got the fodder prepared, and ingested.
Potato Cakes, strong cheddar cheese, raw pod peas. tomatoes, beetroot, german meat and a lemon curd yoghourt.
