I don’t make the same mistake twice. I tend to make it five or six times, just to be sure, like!
Sunday 18th September 2016
Sonntag 18. September 2016
Stirred at 0330hrs, tried to get back to sleep, gave up. 0400hrs: Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not too bad at all, the Senna tablets seem to be working.
Took the medications and applied some Phorpain gel to where I could reach on the shoulder where I was clobbered by a rugby playing built bloke yesterday in Victoria Centre (Mall).
Popped onto the scales…
Ahem!
Please to notice the scales seem to be working correctly this morning.
Very nearly almost a pound down on yesterday!
A smug mode adopted!
Made a cuppa, and remembered to put the next appointment on the Google Calendar for Monday 31st October @ 1430hrs at the chiropodists.
Another rather smug mode adopted here, hehe!
Laptop on and finalised the Saturday post, adding the photographicalisations taken on the heroic mob threatening and challenging trip to Nottingham and the Obergruppenfurheress Chiropodist.
Did some graphicationalisationing for Facebook later. Then tried Facebooking in the hope that it has lost its habit of sticking on me. It hadn’t though, very frustrating.
It took me five hours to get it sorting, what with having to turn off and restart several times, thus losing where I was and what I was doing. Tsk!
Getting late now, took the medications and had a wash and brush up, then called to see Olive. Her grandson Roger was there, and we all had a good chinwagging session.
She told me off for a few things. So that cheered me up and told she was in good form again.
She kindly rubbed some Phorpain gel on the bruised shoulder, bless her. A kiss and a cuddle. And I was soon back to the flat for a WRHD session.
Into the kitchen to start the meal cooking and the sky was amazing.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this before?
Got the chips in gravy into the oven and added a beef slice to it after 20 minutes so they should both be cooked at the same time.
Perused the TV magazine and selected some things to watch. Fell asleep and when I woke, bits of the dream I’d had stayed with me. I was on a wooden boat with several other people who would not talk to me; apparently, I had been passing the wind? They cast me adrift in a giant saucepan and somehow found myself in a sewer, where I was in the middle of a party with folk I didn’t know, but they all seemed to like me. All of them wanted to tell me about how to cook fish fingers in batter properly? They started arguing about whose was the best method and a melee broke out?
Then sudden panic for a second, had I burnt the food? Then it dawned on me when I saw the time, I’d only nodded off for five minutes or so: How I got all the dreaming in I don’t know?
Got the food served up.
Very nice and tasty indeed.
Settled to watch the box and no nodding off, in fact, when I turned off the TV, I couldn’t get to sleep at all!
It must have been well-passed 0200hrs before I drifted off.
Woke around 0630hrs and had to rush about getting ready for the INR test in time.
Humph!
Did I did some more of the graphicationalisationing and started this update. The time went so quickly, and it was soon time to go down again to collect the clothes.
In town, I got off on Queen Street and fought my way dangerously through the crowds down through the City Centre and onto Exchange Walk.
Dentist – with Japanese trained concentration camp guards in place of the usual staff! Humph!
Wearily, I got through the crowds.
Got the meal prepared in no time. Beef slices, a tiny tin of garden peas, pickled eggs and beetroot.
throat is so much easier too, now. Arthur Itis no bother, Duo Denal no bother, Hernia Harry not bad at all. Rea Flux and Anne Giner were letting know they were there, but generally, I was feeling good, so good I stayed up.
The kitchen sink that the emergency plumber had sorted out for me, was working okay.
Heavy rain was descending when I got down the lift and outside.
When we reached the Newstead Abbey bus stop, the weather seemed to brighten up a touch.
Back to the bus station via the Market Place.
He had lived in Sweden for many years and told me about the ice and snow they have to contend with.
Got the rather heavily seasoned nosh served up. Buffalo wings, pulled pork on BBQ sauce with baked beans, and no bread, but I did have two rice cakes.
0420hrs: Up and out of the now working once again £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRHD, not so bad this morning, no bleeding and a lot easier.
Checked this weekend on the Goggle Calendar. Mustn’t forget the Doctor in the morning, and the Foot First Chiropodist on Saturday morning.
Warden Deana rang the fancy ‘I only wanna be with you’ (Dusty Springfield) tune on the door bell. (Anyone calling to see me, please feel free to press the door alarm button several times, I love the song.) Hehe!
Got the food on. Tonight it would be mild Chilli Con Carne, vegetables and chips, with black bean sauce.
Another hour or so and the plumber arrived. He looked at the situation and went down to his van to get another of the black pipe units and returned.
I cleaned up the area. Then back on the laptop and did a Birthday graphic for Marissa Bergen. Took me many hours to get it something like I wanted it to.
Shame that means getting a bus and tram to get there, and the same to get back. Hey-ho! Oh no, it doesn’t! It’s at the City Hospital, innit? So I can walk there and catch a bus back almost to the flats! Great that. Providing I’m in a decent state regarding Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis and the weather is okay, it’ll not be too bad at all hobbling there. Most of the route is downhill going as well.
I reckon if I leave the flats for about 0700hrs, or maybe a little earlier, say 0630hrs to be safe, I should get there for around 0800hrs, the opening time for the Phlebotomy Dept.
Got the meal prepared and on the plate.
Observed the hand written note that I’d left next under Koala Katie to remind me of the INR blood test and call at the chemists for my prescriptions.
As I walked down Winchester Hill, a sorrowful sight was beheld:
WRWW, and got the meal cooking. I tried one of the tomatoes I’d bought at Asda, Lancashire grown Tomkin Tomatoes they were called, an odd nobbly rugose shaped.
WRHD session (Again).
Got the fodder prepared.
The weather was glorious.
Into the pound shop Pound Shop and got some cooked bacon. Then over the walkway into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
covered cashew nuts.
I was feeling good as I entered the foyer, but when I got around to where the lifts are, though… Flipping ‘eck!
On the 7th floor, I had to stop for a few minutes for a rest.
The cheesy potatoes came out looking good, but the taste buds had not returned to their usual appreciative mode yet, but it went down rather better than the last two meals did.
Ate the meal watching a DVD called ‘Golden Years – Grand Theft OAP’, it was one of the best British comedy films I’ve ever seen.
I checked the Google diary afterwards, to see what I’d have on next week.
0455hrs: Into the kitchen and found the mess I’d left from last night and the cleaning up of the tomato juice Whoopsiedangleplop. Cleaned it up. Made a cuppa and took a photograph out of the window.
So I got the vegetables prepared for the slow-cooker.
This was not one of my best efforts mind. Not that it was bad or anything, just seemed tasteless?
Decided to get the vegetables on the go for later. In the Crock-Pot, leeks mushrooms, fresh garden peas and yellow peppers.
The Morrisons delivery arrived and had to be sorted.
Where I had yet another WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session.
0500hrs: Woke with the same light-headedness that I had last night, coughing a bit, hard to concentrate. But no actual dizzies, this combined with the £300 second-hand recliner chair working correctly to release me for a WRHD session, that was painful (Nowt new there though) but blood free and I didn’t stub any toes, almost convinced me that things were getting better already! Hehe!
Went into the kitchen to make a brew, and this was the view. Fantastic I thought.
After the shower and shave, I bravely mounted the new scales.
Two girls crossing the heavy traffic on Mansfield Road drew some horn tooting from some of the drivers.
Settled the bill with the Obergruppenführeress on the desk. When she told me I’d to pay £19.50, it was only time she smiled. I thought it was £18 last time, maybe it’s gone up a bit. Not complaining mind, a lot better than having to go private and pay hundreds of pounds – although a private dentist may have higher quality flies in their light fittings to look at? Hehehe! 
Although the fodder looked appetising, with the cold or whatever it is I’ve got, the taste-buds let me down and I didn’t really enjoy it as much as I should have. Mind you, I ate it all… out of habit more than relish I think?
Made another cuppa and checked the emails. Facebooked a while.
For my fodder, I made boiled Anya potatoes, Beef in a black-bean sauce ready meal and popped some beetroots in with it. First time in a while, but I couldn’t eat it all, feeling a touch bilious now.