0115hrs: After a few hours of trying to sleep with repeatedly dreaming similar nightmares about excavating tiny coffins from the red hot sand and soil in a desert somewhere: they were miniature coffins in sets/blocks of twelve. We (Me and several unknown others) would wet them and they grew to normal size instantly and we had to remove the contents to check for signs of Mad Cow Disease?
All of them had the body remains inside, but although sealed and unbroken, all were packed solid with a sandy greenish mud?
I gave up trying to sleep and tried to get out of the second-hand recliner chair. The back of it had gone down so much, it had affected the reflux valve and I started hiccuping and belching painfully.
There was no response to my pressing the remote control thingy, and I had to climb out of the chair to get to the WC. Dodgy that!
I was in the bathroom by 0125hrs. Returned to the death-chair after a bit of whining and clunking from the mechanism, it seemed to reset itself again and was working once more?
Made a cuppa and got the laptop on.
Did much WordPressing and graphicalisationing, then made another cup of tea and took the medications. (0415hrs) Titivated some options on CorelDraw 8.
Finished yesterday’s post, then went on Facebook. Got carried away, four hours later I made another cuppa.
Many hours later I got the Crock-Pot minced beef stew in caramelised grave with onions and potatoes all prepared, added some roast potatoes, wholemeal sliced bread, with lemon yoghourt for afters.
Did the washing up, returned to the once again working recliner chair and fell asleep for a few hours.
Woke up in time for the programme about Sir Alf Ramseys boys. Stayed awake throughout the programme! (BBC, no advertisements?)
Bounced into life late today, around 0500hrs – I think I got in seven hours straight kip! Pondered on the dream I’d been having, recalling something about ladies and me in a room and having a good time? Memory dream that was.
Then bits about one with Lynton Cox lecturing me and hitting me on the knuckles with a ruler at a desk in what appeared to be taking place in a classroom or similar in a sewer? Hehe!
Then I nodded off again, another rarity for me. I was forced into getting up and visiting the porcelain throne and found the proceedings easier that I have for a long time.Maybe the vegetable casserole last night helped?
Maybe the Crock-pot vegetable stew last night helped?
I rang brother-in-law Pete and we had a little chinwag.
Made a cuppa, took the medications and got the laptop on. I want to save some favourite photos to a card, to take to Asda and get printed today. I’ll walk, if the rain keeps off, we had a lot of wet last night judging by the roads and vehicles outside.
I finished off the Thursday post entry. Did the ablutions and ready to go for the bus to Arnold – which turned out the bus to Nottingham, due to me managing to misread the timetable and getting on the wrong one bus. (I know, I know it’s hard to believe that I could get myself into such a muddle – Ahem!)
All ready. Then, I set off with little time to spare down the lift on the way to the bus stop for the number L9 one and realised I had not got my hat on. So, I looked in the bag to see if I had a spare woolly-hat in there like I usually do, but couldn’t see one. It was too late to go back to the flat or I’d miss the bus. The L8 arrived, and who I have always called Julie got off the bus, and I had a natter and discovered her name is Jean and she lives in flat 38, not 48. (I know, I know it’s hard to believe that I could get myself into such a muddle – mark two – Ahem!)
Arrived in town and called into the Pound World Shop on Milton Street to see if they had any woolly hats in stock, asked an assistant lad and he said not. So I walked back to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street and asked staff, got the same answer, but I did find some Camping Hats and got one of them. Lovely warm lining and waterproof on the outside, even if I do look a plonker in it Hehe! I bought some Lotus Caramelised Biscuits 8×2 packs, and Haribo Jammy Chamalous sweets as well as the hat. Naughty boy!
The feet were stinging a bit then. Hobbled through Victoria Centre (Mall) and out and over to the Aldi store.
Purchases some fodder: Lemon yoghurts, fresh mushrooms, a 5% Minced beef, Minted lamb shoulder cuts, pots of porridge, Brown craft loaf, Cod liver oil tablets and a pack of bread thins.
Spent £12.33, t’was the beef and lamb that were expensive, but I treated myself and no feelings of guilt either!
As I limped back, through the Victoria Centre, a git on a bike almost had me over as he sped through the shopping centre at great speed!
The Swine!
I plodded through, out and up into Trinity Square, where I perused the second-hand jewellery shop windows to see if owt new was on offer for me to photographicalise for the TFZ gals. Evening Post
Made my way towards the number 40 bus stop. Being a Saturday the next L9 that goes all the way to the flats was not due for over an hour, so decided to catch the 40. I called in the Spar shop en route and got a Bacon Sizzler cob, aim to have it early, then the wait for the planned Minced Beef hot-pot in the slow cooker will not drive me mad with the smell coming from it cooking for six hours. Hehe!
I had a walk down into the Slab Square and there was a demonstration, peaceful mind you and some I think, Vietnamese students trying to get up a petition against cruelty in their homeland. I was going to take a photo of them, and the arrival of several policemen put me off.
I was going to take a picture of them, and the arrival of several policemen put me off.
Not many folk about on Exchange walk today?
Walked back up to the bus stop and caught the 40 bus.
As we passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take a photo of the crowd, but, at the rate of knots, that we were travelling at, it came out blurred.
Hey-ho!
Got off on Winchester Street Hill. No falling asleep today!
Got over the road without any hiatus and limped back to the flats.
On the way, I noticed the falling petals from the Chestnut Trees.
I took these shots from underneath one.
Pleased with how they eventually came out, out considering the wind was moving the flowers and leaves about something awful at the time I tried to take them.
Got in the flat and began preparing the beef stew in the Crock-Pot. Then nipped down to fellow tenant Jean’s flat with some DVD’s she wanted to look at.
Started this post update, when I got a telephone call… from the Nottingham Post newspaper! They were going to do an article on Pavement Cyclists, to see what others thought, in response to my email and photographs I’d sent to them last week! Yippee!
I’m Going off-line now, to watch the cup final and eat me bacon sizzler with a hot strong cup of tea and take the evening medications!
See yers later…
Well, what a match!
I wonder how much Man Utd slipped the referee this time then?
Got the fodder ready.
Watched the Haye vs. Gjergjaj ludicrously farcical boxing match. (If I may use that term?)
Although I felt tired, sleep did not come quickly and I think I managed about three hours… Tsk!
Awake at 0245hrs, no chance of nodding off again, the old brain was racing away. Off it went: What day is it? What needs doing today? Ah, Jane and Pete are coming to see me… I must get the laundry done early and out of the way. Might be getting a visit from the maintenance department before 1000hrs, must ring to find out what the INR dosage is now and I’d better get up and go to visit the porcelain now. Hehe!
Laptop on and finished the Thursday article and posted it. Made a cuppa and took the medications, did the BP tests and recorded them. After which, I got the washing and accoutrements ready, then went as quietly as I could manage in the lift down to the laundry room. How time flies, it’s 0325hrs already.
Got the washer going on ‘Quick mode’ and back to the flat, laptop restarted and updated this post.
0405hrs, down to the washing room and moved the clobber into the dryer.
0425hrs: Back on the laptop after making a Whoopsiedangleplop with setting the dryer mode. Somehow I pressed for ‘Woolen Dry’ instead of ‘Cotton Dry’, fortunately, the cycle for the woollens was only four minutes. So I waited until it finished, luckily having plenty of 20p pieces with me, and set it again at the proper setting. It displayed ‘1 hour 1 minute to completion, then seconds later it changed to ’50 minutes to completion’? Back up to the flat and added to this page.
Doing this, I remembered Jane had sent me two photographs of herself with her musical hero Dave Berry. She had these taken at the Concert last week.
Her exact witty words to me on sending the second one were:
“Attaching a dafter photo of me and my idol Dave – in awe, or wot!”
Luv Jane X
For a bit of fun, I found a photo from years ago and doctored it with Jane as she was.
Hehe!
Not changed at all has she?
After getting this far with the post, I got the washing bag nd went back down to the Laundry Room, creeping about as silently as I could, cause it is still only 0515hrs yer know.
Collected the gear from the laundry room, cleaned the filter and brushes, back to the flat and put away the clean washing, put some socks that are a bit tight in the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bag and back on the laptop to this post, all by 0558hrs. Did this bit of the diary, now I have some time to titivate the flat.
Back in a while folks…
Well blow me down with a feather duster, the new Dyson cleaner packed up with a dead battery after 15 minutes of use! Humph! All I did was the front room carpet and some of the skirting board in the hallway. Grumph!
Janet and Pete arrived 1039hrs. We had a good chinwag, I gave them their bag of nibbles for themselves and the cats. Jane brought me some books from the Jumble sale she is a volunteer at. Everyone looks interesting too, bless her. All I need now is time to read them. Hehehe!
Made them a cuppa after they had taken a peek here and there in the flat, then Jane tried out the recliner chair. It didn’t play up when she was on it?
They were off on the 1139hr L9 bus, walked them to the bus-stop and Julie from the fourth floor got off and I walked her back to her flat.
The vegetable casserole was about done in the Crock-Pot, so I put some roast potatoes in the oven and will add some potato cakes to them later (If I remember – I did remember!).
I really enjoyed this effort. 9/10. I must remember the recipe and ingredients I used: Small potatoes, carrots, turnip, parsnip, red onions. Gravy from Bisto caramelised, Asda (Walmart) Vegetable granules and stock cube, splash of vinegar, oregano and rosemary. And in the Crock-Pot for seven and a half hours on low. Cooked roast potatoes added when serving.
Cleaned the pots then watched some TV until late (For me).
After getting off to sleep so early last night, I sparked into life this morning around 0255hrs, had to climb out of the recliner because the mechanism refused to perform the lowering motion. (Good start to the day!)
To the bathroom throne, a bit of bleeding but not much this morning. However, I did notice the usual blubbery mass hanging around my midriff was getting decidedly larger! Decided I must try to control my amandation for fattening foods.
Carried out the BP and other tests. Sys 155 Dia 69 Pul 69, seems alright. I put the record of these in the bag to show the nurse later.
I went to get the nibbles for the nurses, and… Dang dang dang DANG… I found the missing Alarm Wristlet! What a plonker!
Did some Facebooking. Ablutions carried out, nibbles for the nurses and Hut staff collected and set off to the Winwood Hut. Deana not there so I apologised to Julie, grovelled magnificently and gave her some nibbles. Then I set out on the walk to Dr Vindla’s surgery for the INR level tests.
Walking to the surgery I espied to this gentleman had parked on a one-way street, the right way, but on double yellow lines about 15ft from the T-junction with the main road.
Naughty boy!
He noticed me taking the shot and moved off.
Pressed on in the warm and un-windy conditions and the feet started giving me a lot of jip. Tsk! Still, the left knee was not as bad as yesterday.
Got in the surgery and settled to wait, reading me war book. It was the Obergruppenfurher Nurse on duty today again. She decided to take the blood from the other arm, and it hurt for the first time in years, and a feint trace of a smile came over her face. Bless her!
However, although she moaned about not having much time, she did look at the BP record and wrote down if the Sys is below 140, and the Dia is below 90 let them know. Which confused me a bit, cause the Dia has never been as high as 90? Gave her the nibbles, and made my way dangerously to the bus-stop to get one to Arnold. I say dangerously because of the two young ragamuffin Pavement cyclists that very nearly had me and a few other pedestrians with their weaving at speed through the crowds. By the time I got the camera out they were well away and mixed in the distance with the poor pedestrians.
In Arnold, I walked to Wilko and got some more of the Special Offer lavender Dettol and a packet of bath salts: I might not need these for long, though, with the shower conversion almost due?
Then to Asda to get the photographs printed and collect the pressie I ordered for a particular personage, of a mug with his photo on it. But… I could not print any pictures out due to the flaming SHCD or whatever its card, having been broken and lost the corner plastic and the machine would not read it.
Hey-ho! So I did some shopping, got carried away again, but most of the cost was on salad stuff as part of my new ‘Reduce-the-stomach-size campaign’. Hehe! I got: Fresh Bistro Salad pack, Tomatoes, radishes, potatoes, a turnip, carrots, beetroot cubes and red onions. I thought, that for tomorrow a vegetable casserole? Tonight a salad, with the chicken thighs I forgot to mention like?
Disappointed at being thwarted with the photograph mission, I made my way to the bus stop. Had a long wait, but the weather was beautiful. Interesting collision twixt two Vauxhall Corsas en route, but of course the camera had no card for me to record it.
Stayed awake for the journey to the flats (Just).
I got the veg prepared and into the Crock-pot, potatoes, carrots, parsnip, red onion, tomatoes, Oregano, basil, tomato puree and a splash of vinegar. I’ll see how that comes out tastewise.
Swapped the card from the other camera into the best one.
Laptop on and updated this, checked the emails: Sister Jane had sent one, providing she is feeling up to it, they will be calling to see me in the morning around 11 o’clock. Cheered me up a bit.
Then, BJ rang back, he had a great holiday in Ireland. Sounded a bit perkier the lad did.
Got the salad plate laid out, just added the potatoes and my lip were then smacking.
A strawberry (Small one of course, ahem!) trifle to follow.
Very enjoyable it was too.
Rated this as a good one. 9.3/10.
Watched some Hustle episodes again. I think this series is so entertaining and dryly humorous.
Up and out of my recliner (Working again) chair and to the ‘tinkle room’. Little Inchy bleeding just a tiny bit. Heavy duty passage was okay.
Remembered that Deana (Complex Coordinatoress) is coming today to sort out a replacement wrist alarm – oh dear!
Made a cuppa and took the medications, did the BP checks then got yesterday’s diary finished and did some graphicationalisationing.
A quick check on emails and Facebook then did the ablutions.
The drizzle started, it looks like it may be going to settle in.
After several hours spent searching in one last effort to find the lost alarm and no Deana arriving, I wrote a note on a stick it thingy, explaining I’d gone to see her and I would be back if she is not there, to adhere to the door when I left to do so. (But I forgot to stick it on the door, cause going out, I had to go back for my hearing aids, Huh!). Deana and Julie were in the hut. Deana had forgotten about the replacement alarm and had also forgotten to take it with her when she visited the flats earlier. I told her not to worry as I was an expert nowadays on forgetting and losing things. She said she’ll be up later. Hope she is not too late, cause I want to go and get some chips, bread and fresh vegetables.
Returned to the min-apartment and waited.
Did some more graphicalisationing and emailed Sister Jane, then Deana arrived: She was in a rush, gave me a reprimand or two, instructed me to give her the Wristlet if I found it later. She set-up the new one, then gave me a friendly smile as she left.
I think she might have forgiven me?
It was starting to spit with rain again; however, I ventured out for a walk up and through the park into Sherwood. Not a single footpath cyclist was seen en route at all, whatsoever… none, I was almost shocked! Mind you, the rain might have had something to do with it?
I took a nice photograph from underneath the mini-umbrella as I started down the hill towards the shopping area.
The left knee started giving way from here on and for the rest of the day? With the right one, that is usually the worst of the two playing up, I began regretting not taking the walking stick with me, Tsk! But that would have been interesting fumbling with the stick, the brolly and the shopping bag. Haha!
I only went into the Co-op store to shop, because I had the money-off vouchers, £1 off frozen foods and 50p off when I spend over £5. The veg I wanted was not in a good condition, short dated and wrinkled like. However, they did have the Blitz kitchen towels on offer again, so I got a three-pack, a packet of vegetable crisps (Beetroot, carrots & parsnip), Wholemeal loaf, Low-fat Oven Chips (McCains – horrible and tasteless!) and some marshmallows on offer 50p off two bags.
The rain had all but stopped when I got out of the store and made my way limpingly back to and through Woodthorpe Grange Park and down to the flats. However…
Hobbling by the copse on the gravel path down to the flats, I came across some of these flowers in amongst the weeds, dandelions, daisies and buttercups I came across.Wondered what they were like?
Wondered what they were like?
The wildflowers there all looked beautiful.
When I arrived at Inchcock Towers, I did my best to clean the wet, mud and grass from the shoes. But still had to wash them in the sink with the scrubbing brush, then clean the sink and brush, and when I’d dried them best I could and went to put them near the door, where I found some mail had been delivered – the left knee gave a terrible twinge and gave way. Huh! Walking about like a poor cripple for an hour or so. If I get to see the ‘Nice’ nurse in the morning, I’ll mention it to her, see what he says. The pain doesn’t feel like the work of Arthur Itis?
Made a cuppa and took the medications, slipped one extra codeine phosphate in amongst them. It (the knee) eased off after a while and I felt only the usual Arthur Itis bother after. Seems that it is coming on only after I’ve been doing a bit of hobbling.
Set to making the nosh, as was getting exhausted for some reason again.
Sliced up a large tomato, beetroot, beef slice, wholemeal bread partially buttered and the terrible oven chips (Eurgh!) followed by two small tubs of ice-cream.
Despite the tasteless chips, I ate it all up, though.
Washed the pots, then put the INR result sheet in my pocket for the mornings INR blood tests.
Watched some Hustle episodes from the DVD, but soon nodded off – blissfully.
Not a bad night, gorrup still feeling tired at 0405hrs, the recliner chair refused to lower itself, so I climbed carefully out of it and made my way to the bathroom, the mind running like an express train. All sorts of things seemed to be trying to get my attention at the same time? The throne duties passed without any hiatus, although at first for a second I had some bother, then I remembered the beetroot I ate last night.
Made a brew and took the morning medications.
The mind still bubbling with turmoil in the background? The house and hopefully all the bills and payments were sorted and that should have cheered me.But the worry over the bathroom being turned into a wet-room and taking up to five days bothered me, The Warfarin level and extra test falling on my tenants meeting time? The bruising on the hand and wrist?
But the worry over silly things, were getting to me this morning, why?
Over the bathroom being turned into a wet-room and taking up to five days bothered me, The Warfarin level and extra test falling on my tenants meeting hour, I look forward to this every week? The new bruising on the hand and wrist?
I suppose the loosing of the alarm thingy should take precedence, I’ve still not informed anyone cause I can’t get to find them in the Community Hut? I was, still hoping to find it, but after yet another search earlier, I’ve resigned to my having lost it. I must call again to tell Deana or Julie and throw myself on their mercy!
I must call again to tell Deana or Julie and throw myself on their mercy!
Laptop on and did the diary and started this one. Then made some graphics to use on the TFZers Facebook page.
Did the ablutions, a bit of bother getting out of the bath again. Swapped the bin bags.
Got some empty jars for the recycling bin, shopping bag ready, checked I’d got bus-pass, spectacles, mobile, camera and crossword book in my bag, and set 0ff to take the bags to the refuse chute on my way to see Deana and or Julie at the Community hut. Got about five foot from the door and returned to collect my hearing-aids.
Arrived at the shed, Julie was busy on the phone and Deana came in, also looking busy and I forced myself to explain to her about the Alarm wristlets catastrophic loss!
Within a few minutes, I was red-faced, admonished, embarrassed, ashamed, received notification that if it happens again, I will have to pay for any further replacements and a stiff clout around the ear-hole! (Only joking! About the stiff clout around the ear-hole that is!)
A wasp that had gained entry into Julie’s side of the hut – a brave but foolish manoeuvre on the part of the wasp, was despatched with great speed, aplomb and skill by Julie. I was greatly impressed indeed at her well-honed execution skills! (Merciless, but efficient she was! I was proud of her. Hehe!)
I departed, well chastised and dropped the beetroot jars in the recycling bin on my way up through the park and down into Sherwood to catch a bus into town.
I felt a surge of joy as I walked down the footpath in the park. The glorious fresh greenery and dogs happily on their walks, mothers and babies in the sunshine… and no Footpath Cyclists!
I caught a bus and someone stood up to let me sit in the front seat and they moved to one at the back of the bus. Nice that was!
The City was less busy than yesterday. However, the pavement Cyclists were still belting about.
Made my way to the bank and got some spending money out.
Walked to the M & S food hall and had a wander around, but didn’t buy anything.
Then on the way to Primark to see if they had any of the ‘Loose fitting’ underpants in stock, I fed some pigeons on the raised display near St Peter’s Church.
In the Primark shop, I wondered where so many people had come from. It was like an old-fashioned jumble sale, full of aggressive folk fighting for the reduced priced items? They didn’t have any of the things I wanted so I left without buying anything.
I called in the Poundland shop to see if they had any of the little plastic lidded pots in yet, but they hadn’t, so I left without buying anything again! (Doing well wasn’t I).
The legs were getting a bit bothersome and the right foot turned making it hard to balance, so I made my way to the L9 bus stop.
Called into the Spar shop on the way and got a hot bacon buttie, TV paper for next week, burger thins and beef slice.
Ate the buttie at the bus stop.
I could hear tannoy announcements coming from the Slab Square area and see people wandering toward the square. Couldn’t hear what was actually being said, though. Too tired to bother.
Caught the bus and had a natter with some passengers about leaving the Euro Zone. Which was good, because if I hadn’t, I’m sure I would have fallen asleep again on the bus. (Sad innit?).
Got in the flat and put some BBQ beans in a saucepan and sausages in the oven for nosh.
Had some burger thins with this and was soon falling asleep in the recliner, which incidentally, worked perfectly tonight?
But not for long! When I had to get up to go to the bathroom for me ablutions, I lowered the mechanism to get out of the chair okay.
When I returned, it was in the raised position? Or, had I got it wrong again? Did I lower it? I must have lowered it to get out surely!
I watched some DVD episodes of Hustle, nibbled some crisps and chocolates and fell asleep while doing so.
After waking up agitated many times throughout the night and having fruitless searches for the Wrist Alarm, I finally got off to sleep around 0300hrs and had some odd dreams again. The first and the most memorable was (Sorry the graphic didn’t come out well, but you get the idea?) about me in a room with floorboards with a hole neatly cut out of them. And, below was a blue ocean with a speedboat that was attached to the end of my green oven glove and I was attempting to tug it free? The second one I recall, I was in a delivery van I drove many, many years ago and had lost my shoes and could not reach the pedals? Odd?
Around 0330hrs, I sprang awake, again in need of the Throne and again, it was painful. Although feeling tired, I decided to stay up and have what turned out to be another futile search for the Wrist Alarm that went missing in action yesterday. Not feeling comfortable at all with this losing and forgetting things lately.
Got the kettle on and made a cuppa, took the medications and got the laptop on to do the diaries.
The sun was out early (0525hrs) when noises from somewhere I could not identify started off, a bit like drilling and gurgling? Not often this happens.
Made another cuppa and a pot of porridge.
A nicely prospective day, coming perhaps?
It looked likely from the kitchen window around 0630hrs.
Checked the emails: Loads of junk over the last two day.
Checked out Facebook. WordPressed a little, then made yet another brew in the small mug that is new, see, a poet I am, I tell you. Hehe!
Decided to do some cleaning today.
Despite not feeling too good, as a self-punishment for losing the Wristlet alarm and not being able to find it. So I got the togs and set about doing the laundry. While the washing machine worked, I took some bottle to the bank at the end of the road, and three bags of rubbish to the chute. Then moved the washing into the laundry room dryer, having a little chinwag with a couple of tenants.
Back up on the lift to update this, and got the window cleaning gear out ready to tackle them later. Then down to collect the dried clothes. Another little gossip. And then back up to he apartment.
Put away the clobber in the airing cupboard.
Still irritated with myself, I set about doing the flat windows. Did the outside of the living room first. The main result were:
I nearly fell off the step ladder several times.
I used liquid soda first off, thinking it was the window cleaning spray, and it took ages to get it off and start again.
I trapped my right thumb between the door and railing when it blew open and I tried to stop them colliding like.
Used three rolls of paper towels and all the Asda window cleaner spray and had to use the Morrison one too.
Moved on to the kitchen windows, trapping forefinger in the release mechanism.
The window flaked of rust and grime as I opened it and cleaning it up off of the ledge and floor caused the back to start off.
Took a photograph of the cleaned windows fro a distance to avoid you seeing the fact that in the living room ones, I had appeared to just moved the smears around as opposed to getting rid of them. Hump!
Got the living room and hall carpeting vacuumed with the Dyson and did just outside the door too… Huh! The dirt box filled up in seconds.
Emptying the dirt box out into the bin lined waste bin and missed it! Grrr!
Felt so knackered then, I gave up trying to do any more housework and seasoned a tin of tomatoes then into the saucepan, to have with the remaining cooked belly pork later.
Got the laptop on to update this as the back pains got worse.
Also, I had failed to assuage or mitigate the guilt of losing the alarm wristlet, as I didn’t finish doing all of the windows in the living room, missed off two of the inside ones. How did I miss these? Incompetency? Stupidity? Banality? Or sheer deterioration of bodily and mental functions?
Did another pointless search for the alarm wristlet.
Weary, drained and depressed, I had the quick and easy meal of tomatoes and the remainder of the pork.
Despite my feelings of remorse and lack of confidence, I really enjoyed this.
I thought that Sister Janet and Pete would have enjoyed the belly pork. Wondered if I could take some for them to enjoy. They are very busy, though, and I’m in the same pickle. The pot of mandarins in jelly to follow was low-calorie, but not very nice. A bit bland.
Watched some of the old Hustle episodes from a DVD, and managed to enjoy them for the short time I managed to stay awake. Hehe!
I sprang into life with such a jerk, I almost fell out of the chair! Within seconds, the instantly rememberable bits of the dream I’d been having evaporated and the need for a visit to the bathroom throne became apparent to me, along with the warm wet sensation of the leaking blood from the lower regions.
As I made my way to the porcelain the feeling of guilt and my incompetency at losing the alarm wristlet joined in with the other emotions rampant this morning (0255hrs) as I mounted the throne. Painfully I relieved myself then cleaned up myself and placed the jammy bottoms to soak in disinfectant. Then cleaned up Little Inchy and creamed the lesion area. Tsk!
As I left the bathroom to go to the kitchen (All of five/six paces), the dizzies started. Used the wall to steady my balance and it was all over in about a minute? Put the kettle on and got the laptop on to start this post off, made the brew and took the medications (Not realising it was so early like).
As I loaded CorelDraw, an update came in, so I downloaded it and went to make another cuppa while waiting for it to load.
Noticed the state of the kitchen floor near the cupboard door, bravely I got a microfibre cloth, down on the knees and wiped the muck up. I was impressed with how the micro fibre sheet picked up so much dirt easily without using any cleaning agents – then the getting back up caused a hiatus and a little pain. Made worse, by my not having the wristlet alarm I’d lost the other day to use if I fall or slip in my efforts to get back up. Huh, Depression and self-loathing returned. I only tended to patch on the floor at one end of the kitchen, then returned with my fresh cuppa to the laptop to find the CorelDraw download completed, no idea what it downloaded, it just said: “Downloads were added in response to customer requests”?
Anyway, Coreldraw worked okay as I got the top graphic done.
Time for a think before I started writing:
Yesterday when in the laundry room and gossiping, Frank told me that Deana was away for today at another complex. So I won’t be able to report the lost alarm to her, will I?
How do I get in touch with Steve Age UK councillor who said he was going to get back to see me last week but didn’t, he seems to have made a point of not giving me his mobile number or email address?
I’d love to get to see Sister Jane and take the pressies to her, but she is so busy (Galavanting mostly, Hehe!) and with me having so many things to get done or going wrong, will I ever get to see her again! Haha!
Must remember the INR blood test today at 11.15hrs.
From how I felt an hour and a half ago when I got up, things seemed to be settling now. Little Inchy is no longer leaking, the back passage has calmed down nicely and even Anne Gyna has eased off. The usual pains in the knees, ankles, hands and right wrist/arm are easy and calm. I wish my mind were as calm. Hehe!
Made a start on the funny rhyming post about my search for the Alarm Wristlet, but could not concentrate, did a bit on it, mind.
Did a bit of Facebooking then got the nibbles and things ready for the GP surgery.
Carried out the ablutions. Then took the rubbish bags to the chute as I set off, on the days missions. Called at the Community Hut on the way to advise Julie of the Alarm Wristlet situation, but she wasn’t in.
Onwards down Winchester Hill and up into Carrington and down to the GP surgery.
Observed yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Mansfield Road as I neared the doctors surgery for the INR Warfarin blood test at Sheringham Park.
The little monkey!
Had a good read of the Holocaust book while waiting, and soon got tended to. Left the nibbles and caught the bus to the clinic. A bit of an embarrassment there, trainee doctors came to the examination. Red faced I left and caught the bus into town.
Dropped off and waddled into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and spent some money. I got a ready-made sandwich, chicken portions and potato cakes.
Then to the end of the centre, had a walk through the market buying nothing, but did notice the for hire for £3 kids push cars on my way to Boots the Chemist superstore. I had a look to see if they had any 31-day medication dispensing pots on sale, but could not find any, and the queues were gargantuan. Still, I got some St Peters Wort tablets after a lengthy wait to pay for them.
Busy, as I came out of the shop, I got a phone call. I thought it might be Steve Age UK, now titled Powher. But it was a Nottingham City Council chap wanting to come see te bathroom to measure and check it over. I told him I’d be there in about two hours.
Over the road and to the Pound Shop. More spending. Oven tray, Cadbury Cookies (2 or £1) and a bag of Strawberry Chamalous.
Wandered around a while until the L9 bus was due, took a photo or two for the TFZ Facebook page, clandestinely fed a pigeon or two, then caught the bus back to the flats.
When I get the time, I’ve an idea for doctoring the first one for them.
Back at Woodthorpe Court, I tried the Community Hut door, but it was locked. Julie is on her own today as they have used Deana at another site.
Up to the flat and I got another call, thought this might be the Nottingham City Homes man, but it was Steve of PowHer, he’s coming to see me so he can finalise the standing orders for the old place.
Put the bits away and got the laptop on, when the NCH man did arrive. Nice chap, we had a chinwag as he measured up. He told me it would be 4 or5-day job, and men would need access throughout. Also, he confirmed that they would be making it into a Wet-room. I forgot to ask him how I go on with having no toilet to use. Humph!
I thanked him as he told me it would be two or three weeks and he would contact me with a date later.
Off he went, and Steve of Powher arrived and sorted or confirmed the electricity, gas, water Rates and Council Tax, then the house insurance, using the internet on the laptop. Then phoned the Budget insurance about the old house. I am to get £40 charge for cancelling it, and a refund of £15. The phone call will probably have cost me more than that! Thanks to the increase from Virgin.
Amazingly he gave me his phone number before he told me he had now finished as myadvocate. However, if I did have any more problems I was allowed to ring the PowHer, and he gave me their 0300 number. He mentioned that we have got a lot done and advanced well. I could not help but say the Untied Carpet farce, the solicitors taking 11 months to sell the house, my not being able to contact him and he was not happy! Hehe! I thanked him for his help. He’s a nice bloke, even if he did leave marks from his shoe on my 1959 polished cabinet.
Off he went.
I started to get this updated, then got the sandwiches and chicken and added some beetroot to them, and dined regally, but still worried about losing the wristlet, however, contended that hopefully, all the problems with and about the old house were now history!
I got the medications ready to take the evening doses, just as I got a telephone call from the Anticoagulation Team at the Queens Medical Centre, the Warfarin level from today’s test were far too high. They gave me instructions not to take any Warfarin tonight, then 2 on Tuesday and Wednesday and I must make an appointment for an extra test for Thursday with the surgery. I thanked them.
Very short notice for me to get into the surgery, I feared I’d have to go all the way to the QMC to get it done. So I called Sheringham Park and they made a slot for me on Thursday at 1005hrs.
I thanked them, then realised it was the same time as the Winwood Hut Tenants Social Hour! Ah-well.
It’s hard to express the feelings I felt when I woke up this morning (0500hrs): Sullied, soiled, contaminated, begrimed and unchaste all seemed to fit the bill, along with the primary sensations of trepidation and unshakable anxiety. Why?
However, I forced myself to lower the shuddering recliner chair and attend the porcelain after a couple of minutes of deep and pitifully inadequate philosophicalisationing. The hiatus of making use of the throne prompted me to take an EntroLax pill along with the cuppa and medications I took shortly afterwards. Had a bit of a job stopping the blood flowing (Another pair of jammy-bottoms for the wash), from Little Inchy and Haem Aroids. However, Anne Gyna, Rea Flux and the right wrist and arm were being kind to me, so this cheered me up a minuscule I think.
While making the brew, bits, or rather sensations, about the dreams returned to me, they were not nice and I think shame was the overriding feeling?
Overall, I was not in a good condition mentally. Then, the flaming dizzies started, Tsk! Still, they didn’t last for too long. Then, more hassle, clearing the pots I’d left drying on the sink drainer, I dropped a cup, well, mug and now have only one unchipped mug left! Hehe! I’ll have to get another one later when I go to take the clothes and stuff to the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Hey-ho!
On the laptop and finished off the Friday diary and started this one off, did some graphics. Then did mucho Facebooking and it let me post okay this time. Some lovely messages and comments today.
Got the bags ready for the Hospice shop. Had a spit and polish, made sure I’d got the camera, mobile phone (Not that anyone rings me like, but I might have needed it for calling for help?). The hearing aids in, the little notepad of reminders, etc. and then did my ablutions and set off on me mini circular walk to the shops and back.
According to the NCC, Winchester Street has the second highest road gradient in Nottingham, and I certainly believed them when I walked back up to the flats today.
Good job I didn’t have a lot of weight to lug up it. But I do consider, although apparently I can’t run anymore, that little struggle to get up the 1-3 gradient stretch actually does me some good, and try to tackle it at least once a week?
Setting off out of the building and up the gravel footpath and halfway up I stopped, not through fatigue but to photograph a brave little flower forcing its way through to search for the sunshine.
I observed that the insects in and amongst the grass were beginning to move frantically about for some reason?
Up into the Woodthorpe Park and down onto Mansfield Road. Stopped again for a while, to watch the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball. Plenty of canines around and not one barking?
Walked down the hill into Sherwood and called to drop off the items at the Hospice Shop.
Then down further to the Wilko store, where I had a good rummage for some teacups, well, mugs anyway. I got three of different sizes. The offer on the Dettol had finished, but they had one on Blitz towels twin pack at £1.79, so I grabbed one.
Next port of call a visit to the Polish Continental shop. I got a loaf of bread and four thick slices of smoked belly pork with garlic stuffing and peppers. (I can’t help it, it’s delicious!)
Set off for Winchester Street and up the hill of doom… Today the weeds and plants were forcing their way through the fences and railing.
The Dogwood weed, I think it is called was looking so radiant and proud as its white flowers bloomed.
My being aTowny for so many years, now I’m almost settled at Woodthorpe Court in the semi-countryside, I have the pleasure of discovering these plants and weeds.
The way they force their way through obstacles never ceases to amaze me.
Also seeing how the young shoots (If that’s the right word) seem to copy their elders and come through the fence panels alongside them as in the last picture above intrigues me.
I pressed on up and back to the apartments, feeling a bit tired and weary but proud of forcing myself to have a bit of an extra exercise.
Visited the WC. Then put away the purchases.
I couldn’t help but think to myself; “How long before I drop one of the mugs?
Ah well, I can have two visitors at once now and give them both a nice strong cuppa. Hehe!
Got the laptop on and updated this diary.
Then got the medication pots sorted.
This took over an hour and many dropped tablets and pills encouraged naughty words to emanate from my mouth I’m afraid.
To the throne and much bleeding and pain resulted, but at least I was going again, so no complaints.
I got the cold meal prepared and very tasty it was too. All good, bread nice, mushrooms okay, pickled eggs, tomatoes and the belly pork was so appetisingly tangy flavoured.
Took the medications.
While eating it, I realised I’d not got the Alert Wrist Alarm on and I went to the bathroom to fetch it… Oh dear! Spent hours looking for it without any success.This really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday.
The recliner stuck and I thought “Hello, that’s the end of this then!” But it started going again, this was repeated a few more times over the night.
Losing the alarm really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday. And then, only if the were not ‘doing’ another complex.
I tried to watch a Jonathan Creek DVD, but kept getting thoughts of where the Alert Alarm might be and kept getting up to search: During these numerous independent searches I went through the laundry bag again, bathroom nooks, all the clothes pockets hanging in the hallway, kitchen drawers and bins, looked under all the furniture, shelves and drawers in the front room, checked all the shopping bags, all without luck or resolution.
Washed the pots up, (and even checked in all the saucepans for the alarm) and another call to the Throne came, even worse this one, Little Inchy joined in with Haem Aroids bleeding this time!
Getting myself a bit het up by now, and felt a bit down.Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.
Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.
I think I was awake more often than asleep, fretting away. Tsk!
