Woke around 0500hrs, having had no calls to the porcelain throughout the night! This was rectified immediately; I only just made it to the throne in time. Close call that one was!
A noise I thought was from the mobile phone text or email message sounded; it was definitely in the living room, but where?
After a good hunt around, I was getting annoyed with myself now, I realised after it sounded again, that it was in the location of my comfortable chair. After another ten minute searching through the covers, cushions, etc. I found it on the floor beneath the chair.
Made a cuppa and took my medications, along with the next to last diarrhoea tablet.
Finished and posted Saturday’s diary off. Started this one, and in the process, I had to wee-wee twice in ten minutes? Bad enough with the rumbling innards without this worry as well. Back to the disposable undies methinks?
Ah well, ageing problems eh? At least, I’m still here ageing! Hehe! Back to the disposable undies methinks?
Carried out some WodPressing then started doing some Facebooking.
Did the last of the TFZers “Sing along please…♫ How many kinds, of Sweet flowers grow, in an English Country Garden… ♫ Heres one of many…” graphicalisations for the gals and guys on the Facebook site. Julie, Shirley and Suzieanne.
Took me a while to do, but seeing as it is raining and a bit windy outside, I thought I’d take the opportunity toget them finished off..
Oh, I do like doing these.
Julie with her woof-woofs in her picture.
Shirl the Girl with me waiting on her and s couple of cuddly intruders in her garden.
Then Suzieanne with me and her in the same colours. Suzie with beautiful off the shoulder designer dress.
Each of then naturally, in their English Country Gardens.
I hope they like them. Got to do some for the lads on TFZ now.
I’ll have another cuppa and a think about what style to use.
Enjoyed doing these as well.
A few of them came out okay.
Got them posted off to the Troll Free Zone.
Put the fodder on to cook.
The rumbling innards seemed to be easing a bit now.
Made quite a feast of a nosh today, so crossed fingers he stomach copes with it.
Shepherds pie using sweet potatoes, garden peas, carrots, onions, beetroot, seasoned French fries, potato cakes, wholemeal bread thins and added some extra gravy.
Did some more graphic creation ideas while waiting and nipping in the kitchen to check it hadn’t burnt.
Getting the stuff out of the oven and I burnt me knuckle, nearly dropped the oven tray, caught it, burnt myelf again catching it.p
But, I saved the nosh from clumping down on the floor!
I got down quickly to wipe up the tiny spillage that ensued – and struggled to get back up of course.
Muttered a few words of a self-recriminating nature.
Boy, did I enjoy this one!
After consuming this with relish, there were no tummy rumbles, no rush to the porcelain, no hassle from the ulcer, in fact, it seemed to settle the innards down a bit?
Well pleased with this, I hobbled into the kitchen to wash up the pots and make a cuppa so as to take me medications. I should think this took about half an hour or so.
Then I settled down to watch some TV. Nodded off for a few minutes – and then awoke with an ultra urgent message from the innards, “Get to the WC throne!” Where I spent a painful and rather confusing half hour on the porcelain?
Felt a lot better after the evacuation. Then the rumbling started minutes later again! Oh dear! I must put this on my list for the visit to the nurse at the surgery in the morning for me INR Warfarin blood test.
At least, I managed some little nod-offs as I tried to watch the Columbo film. And, although I missed some bits from the middle of the movie, for once I caught the end.
I woke up in the chair I’d fell asleep in, the TV flickering away, and made a rather grave error! I felt the wind building up inside, and was so glad that constipation seemed to be easing off, and eased out a little wind, just to see if I could like: I could!
Then the uneasy feeling of being desperately in need of getting to the porcelain came. Despite Arthur Itis not liking it, I rose unsteadily and in haste to me feet – treading on the TV remote-control thingamajig as I hobble as quickly as I could manage to get to the WC.
Too late I’m afraid! I won’t go into any details of this incident, just let you all know it took me a good few minutes to sort out the resulting embarrassing Whoopsiedangleplop.
All cleaned and fresh again, I cleaned the bathroom and went into the kitchen to make a cuppa and get my medications. Luckily, I had two Loperamide Hydrochloride capsules from the last attack a couple of weeks ago.
I thought about having some porridge or cornflakes, but I decided not to.
I’ll have to try and get out today, despite the winds and rain that’s falling, and get some more in stock.
Into the living room with my cuppa and tablets to put the laptop on. The trodden-on TV remote on the floor, in two bent pieces, surrounded by glittering bits of exposed electronic stuff. It looked as if I’d bashed it with a hammer? Struth, I only stepped on it once? Hey-ho!
Got down and picked up the oddments the Hoover and brush wouldn’t get hold of, and collected all the bits. It took me awhile to get back up again mind.
Ten minutes later, it was back to the porcelain in another hurry. Made it okay, though.
Oh sorry, nearly forgot my Solicitor bashing joke of the day.
Finished and posted yesterday’s diary and started this one off.
Managed to finish off a graphic I’d been working on for ages for TFZ on Facebook. Didn’t know which final touches one to use:
Ended up posting the first one. I hope they like it.
Did some more work on CorelDraw. I spent three hours or so on this task, during which I had to have a wee-wee eight times and a sat-on-the-porcelain job one more.
Went onto Facebook and played for a bit. Hehe! Four hours!
Three more wee-wee trips, but no heavy duty visits again – mind you I haven’t eaten yet, what do I have that is the question.
Got me ablutions and shaving finished.
Decided to have a circular walk into Sherwood from the flats and back, to get the Diarrhoea tablets.
The winds were still somewhat bad, but not as bad as earlier I must say.
The wind from the innards was worrying just a bit; I was concerned I may not make it all the way back before things started bubbling and brewing again. Oh dear!
The feet were giving me some gip by the time I arrived in Sherwood. Called in the Co-op store. I purchased a TV paper, crispy bacon and the Classic Car Weekly. I get the Classic Car paper just to relive old memories of them.
When I paid, the lady gave me four bits of paper.
The standard till receipt, one telling me to swipe my Co-op card as I could be a winner, one coupon for 50p off. My next spend valid up to 6 February if I spend over£4. Then another voucher telling me I swiped and won! £5 off valid up to February.
I wobbled ungainly down Mansfield Road and as I passed by the hot food takeaway place started off the olfaction processes of my nose. It also brought hunger pains to mind.
I got in the queue in the shop, and the procrastination started to hassle me: Should I risk eating anything that might make my diarrhoea any worse? By the time I got to be served, I just got a small tray of lightly roasted potatoes that I could re-warm later.
Out and down the road, left up Winchester Street hill. Struggled with this to start with, but the gurgling from my innards seemed to boost my perambulation abilities, and I got a decent move on. Only up to the laundry where I was to turn left along Chestnut Way and the flats.
It was here (See red cross on the map above) that I realised I’d forgotten to get the tablets for my diarrhea.
What a plonker!
I pressed on and got in the flats, straight to the porcelain throne. Excellent timing!
I opened the potatoes and took out of the tray and into an oven dish ready to rewarm; Blimey the smell? It seemed to give off the scents of everything they sold in the shop? Curry, beef, chilli, fish, etc.?
I was not sure whether to risk eating them? Still, I put the in the oven with the BBQ sausages to warm through.
Updated this on the laptop, and then had a look and smell of the fodder in the oven tray, to test out if it was okay to eat.
I tried one of the potatoes, it seemed to taste good to me. Made the plate up it all looked fine.
The first slice of a sausage and eurgh!
Threw them all away, horrible they were. I checked the wrapper, and the sell-by-date was 8 Feb, so I don’t know what the problem was with them? Gone off getting any more now.
So I replaced them with the crispy bacon rashers and enjoyed the meal then.
The trips to the WC for a wee-wee started and stayed with me for most of the night. And yet, despite the rumbling innards, no calls to the throne.
Took my medications, and tried to settle down to watch the TV. I soon realised I had no remote thingummajig following my earlier Whoopsiedangleplop, to change channels, or even turn it on! And… I spent ages picking out what to watch in the TV magazine. Memory deficient Fool!
Unusually, there had been no nodding off today, but still I couldn’t get to sleep. I even managed to read several chapters of my book (Leningrad) before nodding off.
How does an insomnia affected solicitor get to sleep?
He does nothing different; he lies on one side, and then lies on the other. While covering himself of course!
Friday 29th January 2016
Managed to get some kip in, a good straight five hours, at last!
The howling winds made sure I didn’t nod off again. They were so loud, even without my hearing aids in.
Made a cuppa, took the medications and got the laptop booted. Waited while the Windows updates were installed. Read a bit of my book, whistled, had a search for the still missing lottery ticket, went to the porcelain; No bleeding at all this morning. Not surprising really, this event reminded me of the Warfarin Blood Level results being so low. Made another cuppa, and the Windows updates had finished at last.
So I checked the email, to see if they had sent me instructions for the Enoxaparin injections. Nothing in yet.
Did a post on WordPress with a gallery of the TFZers English Country Garden graphics on it.
Blimey this wind up here is getting noisier and noisier. I feel sorry for the tenants with decent hearing. It’s blowing into the kitchen from the holes in the wall behind the cabinets something awful! The drawers and doors are opening on their own; the wind is that strong!
I hope it calms down soon, I don’t fancy having to go out in this howling gale at all. I’ll have to take a bagful of tinned food with me to stop me getting blown away. I thought of a funny at this stage. So I got Coreldraw opened and created this little bit of fun about the howling winds outside the block of flats.
Took me an hour or four to get it something like. I think I’m addicted. Hehe!
I checked the emails to see if the surgery had sent me an appointment for my enoxaparin injections. Apparently I’m at risk of DVT prophylaxis, whatever that is, I’ll have to look it up.
letJust before I logged off to have me shave with a razor and bath, I checked the emails again – good job too. The Surgery had sent me an email telling me, my appointment for the INR test was due yesterday! Which of course I had done.
They added another message, good job I scrolled down.
It is for Monday the 1st February.
Hey-ho!
Not going out in these winds today thank you very much.
When I’ve had me bath and ablutions, I’ll get the medication pots done up. Did you see that? Did you? I made a decision! Hehe!
No, no, changed my mind again. Tsk! I’m to do the tablets first.
Note the number of empty boxes and foil from the distributed medications?
And, how good I was not to make a mess either eh?
Awards and prizes for me being a good boy will be gratefully accepted. I fang you. Hehe!
Then I had an enjoyable bath and scrub-up.
Got me fodder ready. Curried baked beans, frankfurters and a bit of pork pie. Followed by a pot of ice-cream too! (Alright, two mini pots)
Thought I felt the stomach rumbling again… Yes, there she goes.
Three messy visits over the next few hours.visits
Then I had a dizzy spell, the first time in 5-6 days. Humph!
Q: When attorneys die, (I thought you might like to be cheered up) why do relatives try to have them buried 600 feet underground?
A: Because deep down, they are nice guys.
Thursday 28 January 2016
Horrible night, little sleep again, coughing, bleeding and cleaning it up regularly from all three orifices and the Reflux Valve playing up.
Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer?
I’ll mention it to the nurse, at today’s INR blood test.
The haemorrhoids had stopped bleeding when I visited the porcelain, the nose leaking just a tad, but soon stopped and Little Inchy needed de-matting. Tsk!
Made a cuppa and took the morning medications. I made sure the Haematology result log was in my pocket along with my bus-pass ready for later.
According to what happens at the blood test, and if they don’t send me to anywhere else to be checked over, I hope to go to Derby afterwards. The sole reason for the mission is to try and get some of the warm jammy bottoms that have a wee-wee hole in them. I can feed the ducks while I’m there too.
Had me frist shave with the electric shaver, I don’t like em, but needs must. I couldn’t work out how to get the thing to pieces to clean the blades? Laptop on posted Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.
Realised I had more time than I thought this morning, as the appointment for the Warfarin level test isn’t until 1145hrs. So that will give me time for a glorious soak in the bath. Of course, it is just the soak that will be glorious, the getting into and out of it, I anticipate being a touch painful as usual. The poor old devil!
Laptop on then posted Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.
Did a lot of these type of graphics, of the TFZ’ers in an English Country Garden
Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw7.
I spent over five hours doing some graphics I had an idea for the TFZ gals and guys.
Just got them done (Unless I’ve got em wrong or missed one off – crossed fingers.
Had to rush about to get the stuff and myself ready for the walk to the surgery.
I set off on my walk into Carrington to the GP surgery.
The sun came out as I arrived half an hour later – there was not much more of this about later today.
Got in a shot of St John’s Church.
At the surgery, I realised I’d forgotten my crossword book. So I read the many notices on the wall while waiting to be called in for my INR Warfarin blood level test.
Anne, the nurse was very busy, so I didn’t keep her chin-wagging. I told her quickly of my taking the Senna. After she’d done me I gave her a bag of nibbles and shot off.
Straight to the bus stop and caught a bus into town.
I caught the round-about route bus to Derby, the Y5. Nice scenery en route.
Took about an hour get there. The rain held off, but it came over all dark.
I hobbled to the Primark store. Got a pack of the ‘Loose fitting underpants’ at only £4.50 for three pairs. I’d already bought some a week or two ago, but with the bleeding being bad, thought I might run out of clean pants your see.
I also bought some of the jammy-bottoms with a wee-wee hole in them, the last two pairs in the shop, the Nottingham branch had already sold out of them.
Made my way across and into the Eagle Centre and had a wander through the market. Didn’t buy anything.
I came out, it had been raining a bit while I was in the mall.
Walked to the riverside to feed the Ducks and pigeons. To my amazement there were few pigeons about – but plenty of Canada geese. How they manage to eat the little seeds with their big bills was a wonder.
As I tried to take more photographs further down the path, the camera seemed to have stopped functioning? I could not deduce what the reason for this failure was. Baulked and defeated, I decided to call at the Jessops shop where I bought the camera from and beg for help.
I caught the Derby Express bus back to Nottingham. It only took about half an hour. Mind you, I fell asleep about five times during the ephemeral journey.
I dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked to the camera shop on Clinton Street. I had about thirty minutes before the last L9 bus left. They were not busy and a chap soon sorted the problem for me. Not that I understood what he said, but at least, I knew what to do if it occurred again.
There is a button on the back of the Lumix camera marked Fn2 – LVF? That is what I must have caught. If it happens again, scroll through until the screen shows again. I thanked him magnanimously and made my way back to the bus stop. As I did so, brother-in-law Pete rang me to say he’s just read in the evening paper that the Pensioners Free Bus pass will no longer apply to the Derby buses! Humph, blow and bother!
I took a couple of photo’s to try out the camera outside the shop. Getting dark now, and folks eagerly making their way home.
The much-loved Lumix camera was again in fine working form.
I caught the last L9 bus and had several battles against falling asleep on the way back to the flats. Again, mysteriously managing to wake up as the bus arrived at them. Thankfully!
I just made it to the porcelain in time. And am glad to proclaim that the haemorrhoids, Little Inchy and the teeth had all now stopped their bleeding. Deliriously happy about that I was!
I called Pete and we had a natter. He wants me to go and clear the clutter on his laptop. I said I would soon as I get time.Tonight 3.5 Friday 2.5 Sat 2.5 Sun 2.5 as today’s result was INR 1.5
Made a cuppa and got my laptop going to update the days scintillating dairy.
Got a call from the Haematology clinic about today’s INR test results. It is now too low! I have to go in tomorrow for an injection for blood-clot prevention. I can’t win, the INR level was almost spot on at 3.4 – a week late it was 5.1 far too high – they changed (Cut-down the Warfarin doses) and three days later (Today) it’s down to 1.4!
They gave me a few days doses to keep to: Tonight 3.5 tablets (I’d just taken two and a half as earlier told to, so took an extra one then), Friday 2.5 Sat 2.5 Sun 2.5 as today’s result was INR 1.4.
I’m all confused now. Hehe! That’s easily done nowadays mind you.
Blimey, the light in the living room is flickering and dipping now… Humph!
For some reason, I didn’t feel hungry? Not me at all that.
I’d decided to have a bath late, int the hopes it might get me some sleep in tonight, after the two bad nights I’ve had. A good idea I thought; I slipped getting into the bath and cracked my knee on the side of it.
Woke up around 0300hrs with the headphones still on and I was hanging halfway out of the chair.
Struggled to get myself repositioned to get up on my feet, and a sudden urge to use the porcelain throne overcame me.
The bodily action performance was a lot easier. Perhaps the Senna medication was working now.
But the blood from the haemorrhoids was scary to say the least. Oh, dearie me yes!
I attempted to get back to kip, without much luck, managed about a two-minute spell.
Although I did have a dream in the few seconds, I did manage. Amazing how in such a short time, such a long dream could be had? The details did not stay with me, something where I was a teenager, and then in battle, then buried. Then I was swimming in blood; that wasn’t a good idea as I can’t swim in real life, but found this exhilarating for some reason.
I laughed out loud, then struggled to get to my feet again, cleared up the mess, then make another cuppa.
Then Anne Gina started to give me some grief.
The laptop on, I finished off Tuesday’s dairy and started this one off.
Checked the emails. Reminder from Morrisons that the order will be here twixt 8-9 o’clock today – Doctors Surgery confirming tomorrow’s appointment, Nine circular type can-I-sell-you something emails, a funny from Cyber-mate Andy but no reply from Steve Age UK about his coming to sort the problem out with the Solicitor and plumber for me.
I’m getting uptight about the non-action in this House selling department again.
Oh, I got my weekly Grammarly Summary too.
Ah-well!
It would help if I understood some of the terms used?
Squinting Modifier?
Gerund? To name just two. Oh, and passive ending to a sentence and unclear antecedent?
I look them up, and I can’t understand the descriptions. Thick pillock with bar, that’s me!
English was the only subject I got on with at school too. But it was given to my class by the Arts teacher Mr Simons. (Blimey, I can remember the names of some of the teachers now, but not the number of the bus I need to catch to get to the City Hospital?)
The main thing to learn at my school was physical survival. The interest of the teachers matched the interest of the pupils I’m afraid – Uninterested!
I nipped in the bathroom to have a wash, but no shave. I don’t want to use the razors while the INR level is so high and I’m already leaking blood from Little Inch and the haemorrhoids so much, I won’t risk cutting myself. This, of course, entailed me purchasing the electric shaver yesterday – the electric shaver that did not come with an adaptor so I could plug in it to use or charge it! Humph!
After the Morrisons shop gets delivered, I’ll have a hobble down into Sherwood and see if I can get one from Wilkinsons.
I was having a wash when the Morrisons chappie-fellow arrived dead on the dot at 0800hrs.
He was in a rush but found time to cram the stuff on my mobile trolley for me, before shooting off.
I finished my ablutions (No shave obviously). Put away the fodder that had been delivered.
Then I split the Village loaf of bread into three equal bags and put two in my shopping bag to take with me and drop off at the Winwood Community Shed for the coordinators.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute, and set off to the centre. Left the bread treats and set off up the footpath and up the hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park. Half way up, the howling winds were belting away, so I took a photograph trying to catch the trees in a bent position in the wind. But, the wind was swirling the trees too quickly.
Half way up, the howling winds were belting away, so I took a photograph trying to catch the trees in a bent position in the wind. But, the wind was swirling the trees too quickly.
The wind was not a cold one this morning, but the sun refused to come out at all.
Into the park and down to Mansfield Road, left up the hill into Sherwood, where the traffic was heavy, and I just missed being able to photograph some Sherwood Pavement Cyclist, they were too quick for me too!
I got into Wilkinsons shop and searched for the shaver adapters.
Again proving my worth as a shopaholic by purchasing more than I had planned to get.
Still, at least, I did get the adaptor.
I must stop doing this!
Walked down the hill because I could smell the aroma from the takeaway food outlet. They had some ready cooked shepherds pie I couldn’t resist, so I got one to warm up later back at the flat.
On the way back up the hill, I called in the Dentist, as I was not sure of the date of my next appointment and had not received any letter informing me.
I hobbled up the handily placed mountainous steps into the surgery, and as I approached the reception desk there was a large sign saying: “We no longer send out appointment reminders” Take Note! Failure to attend appointments will mean a £60 Fine.
The next sign to the right of it read; “We no longer supply NHS Cosmetic needs, they are now Private. Minimum Charge £6o.”
I was looking for the Arbeit Macht Free sign, but couldn’t see it? Hehe!
The lady receptionist told me to wait, as she finished something on her monitor, so I waited. (Well, I assume she was one) Told me to wait, as she finished something on her monitor, so I waited. I decided I needed to nice to this one, the cold eyes or was it the twisted sneer on her lips? I wasn’t sure, but he scared the hell out of me just looking at me!
As she finished whatever it was she was doing, her strong, steady voice barked out simply “Yes?”
I mumbled that I would like to check my next appointment date please – I forced a smile onto my trembling lips.
She spoke again; “Yes, wait!”
I waited.
The voice rang out again; “I print out for you… Yes!”
“Yes please, thank you…” I nervously replied.
She handed me an A4 print-out with a crisp stabbing arm.
I thanked her again and beat a hasty retreat. Not knowing if she’d issued any late demands or orders to me. But hoping shehadn’t.
I nearly fell the steps as I left the building, such was my desire to put as great a distance between me and the Obergruppenfurher receptionist as I could.
And just to think, I’ve got to go back for treatment on Tuesday 8th March at 1015hrs. Doesn’t bother me, though.
Back up to the bus-stop in the hope that an L9 or 40 bus just might be due shortly to take me back up the hill to the flats – but no of course not. I’d missed the L9 by a few minutes, and the next one was due in over an hour.
I’d missed the L9 by a few minutes, and the next one was due in over an hour.
At the time, this irked me a bit, but when I carried on up and over the hill and into the Woodthorpe Park, I was glad a bus was not due. I met an old greyhound with his pet owner going up the footpath, another dog I fell in love with.
He was not a puss-pot but responded and wagged his tail when I made a fuss of him. His pet kindly allowed me to take a photo of them both. His name was either Yogi or Yoki. Amazing how my memory can fail in such a short time innit? Huh!
I pressed on and got back through the winds and into the flat again. The howling winds seem ever present today.
The first thing I noticed was the state of the bedroom, or rather things that need doing storage room. Haha!
As soon as the INR blood level gets back to normal, I might find time to get the four sets of four drawer storage cabinets out of their boxes and made use of? Maybe not, I expect the solicitor, the clinic or something else will me demanding my time again.
I put the bits away I’d purchased and got the new shaver charging as last.
It says on the micro printed 2 x 3.5-inch leaflet that came with the shaver, it’ll tale eight hours to charge.
I anticipate I’ll be asleep by then? But maybe not, knowing the trouble I’ve been having getting to nod off lately at night?
Twas then I spotted an intruder in the kitchen!
This ‘appearance of the flies’ often happens in the kitchen for some reason.
Occasionally it is one odd meat-fly, often a few of them.
BJ reckons it is when one of the other tenants snuffs it and know one notices until all the nearby flats get themeat flies? He’s always trying to cheer me up is my mate BJ.
The weather turned threatening – and the rain started a few minute after I took this photograph.
Got the laptop going and updated this diary.
Got the nosh going – Shepherds pie in the oven with some chips and a beef pastry adding some potato cakes later if I remember to. Tsk!
Did some cleaning in the bathroom.
Got the marvellous fodder ready, and demolished it in short time.
Then had a mini pot of ice cream. Rated this meal as 9.64/10
Steve Age UK rang the intercom button and came up with two bills for me to pay. That was kind of him. Hehe!
£60 for the plumber who had turned off the water in the central heating at the old house, and one from the Plumber who came to mend the boiler but couldn’t? Call out fee I suppose that one was.
We had a natter and a cuppa, and he was off.
Two letters had been delivered, one a questionnaire from Nottingham City Homes the other the last INR Warfarin blood level results. Gone up to 5.9 now? Going in tomorrow for another test at 1115hrs at the surgery.
Checked the battery on charge in the new shaver, not ready yet.
A housewife, an accountant and a lawyer were asked, “How much is 2+2?” The housewife replies: “Four!”. The accountant says: “I think it’s either 3 or 4. Let me run those figures through my spreadsheet one more time.” The lawyer pulls the curtains, dims the lights and asks in a hushed voice, “How much do you want it to be?”
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Tuesday 26 January 2016
Eventually, managed to get a few hours kip in. I sprang awake just before 0600 hrs and to the porcelain. Boy, was the blood flowing, from the usual areas. Had a mess to clean up again, and stopping the flow took ages!
Readied the laundry for when BJ calls to give me a lift to the launderette, very kind of him too.blood!
I didn’t have a shave for fear of using the razor, as it is normal for me to have a little cut or nick each time I do shave with the razors. I’m going to see if I can get another electric one to replace the old one that blew up a few months ago, from Asda today to use. I can’t get a good shave with electric ones, and they take more time than the standard razors to use, but needs must; with the bleeding this morning I’ve decided to force myself to get and use one to avoid any Whoopsiedanglepops and to bleed to death. Well, better safe than sorry. Hehe!
I made a cuppa, took my medications (with an extra Senna), and got the laptop on to finish on Monday’s, and start this diary off.
Feeling cold this morning, due I expectto the blood being so thin now the INR level is so high?
Still, the rent arrears were explained to me yesterday, not that I entirely understood why some ‘extras’ added to the basic rent have to be charged on different days than others. I have additional charges for; CCTV, Caretaking, Communal Light, TV Reception, Sheltered Accommodation Services?, Charge Warden, Care Alarm Property and Lift Maintenance.
I thought I’d have a look at the original paperwork in the folder.
After getting out the big folder and sorting through each one, I could not find the Nottingham City Homes one.
This information confused me a little, well, a lot, as I know I’d used it yesterday. Perhaps I’d left it in my bag. A look there proved I had not left it in my bag.
Perplexed now, I searched around without any luck.
I returned to the laptop defeated, and guess what I spotted in the see-through red folder behind the laptop?
The Nottingham City Hoes folder! Sad Innit?
Waiting for BJ to call to say he’s on his way.
He called shortly, and I rushed around getting the washing and accoutrements gathered, and went downstairs and walked to the end of the road to meet BJ.
He lifted me to the launderette, where I managed a chin-wag with Mandy.
Nipped into the chemist next door to get my extra prescription Codeine Phosphate tablets.
We said out farewells to Mandy, and as we were coming out and getting into the BJ’s car, we were talking about Watson Fothergill.
BJ told me that Watson Fothergill had been Christened Fothergill Watson and had changed his name. This got me interested, and as we talked about the famous and creative Nottingham Architect, BJ said he’d take me to see his gravestone in the ‘Rock Cemetary’ not far away on the way into town.
By now it was very windy, and the rain had started to fall. Despite this, I just had to take the opportunity to have a look at Watsons grave.
It was a while before we could find it, but it was worth the effort without any doubt.
I had a walk around, without falling over or down in the damp shaggy overgrowth of the thousands of old graves there.
The view from the middle I found appealing. I don’t think they are actually burying anyone there anymore, and it is saturated with graves, and I’m sure there’s no more room spare.
They are allowing families to add to those already there to past relatives though BJ says.
He called me over to take a look at one headstone, and it was so original we both fell in love with the ingenuity of whoever designed it.
It had been shaped like a tree trunk with cut off branches and made of stone.The witting: Henry Hunter – Died in Amityville, New York – November
The witting: Henry Hunter – Died in Amityville, New York – November 15th, 1899.
And the writing was made to look as if it had been cut into the bark of the tree.
I wish I’d thought of that! Hehe!
We moved on to Asda. Where I managed to buy an electric shaver. (When I opened it hours later, to find in only had round two-pin plug connector, so I couldn’t use it! Huh!)
BJ dropped me at the flats as the rain got worse and the wind even stronger and noisier. I struggled up to the apartment with the washing and shopping, straight to the porcelain first thing I did.
As I unloaded the shopping, I recalled buying two packets of cream cakes, with the intention of giving one to BJ in thanks for the lift. But, of course, I forgot all about them.
Still I knocked on the lady neighbours next door flats door, luckily she was in, and gave her a pack.
Then put away the clean togs and got into me jammy bottoms.
Set the oven on a low light, so I could warm up me ready cooked bacon hock I’d purchased at Asda, with some potato scones later, with the sour bread.
Then started to update this diary, and do the graphics for it.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable with the beard growth, but I’d better not risk the razors – oh sod it! All the expense, getting the damned shaver, and now I’ve got to get out tomorrow to buy an adapter so that I can use the flipping thing! Humph!
Got the bacon done and added the potato cakes and had them with soda bread, Cumberland sausage, baked beans and a sprinkle of vinegar, followed by the cream cakes. Oh, I am a pig!
Washed the pots then tried to stay awake to listen to the radio.
Nodding off was being resisted by the racing brain at this point.
I think that sister Jane’s flu has been transferred down the telephone line to me? Hehe!
I didn’t get up until gone eight o’clock this morning. Drained, tired and a bit sorry for myself I was.
I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get my medications. And straight into t-towel hanging on my home made indoor washing line!
I did laugh! (No I didn’t)
Still, the towel and the microfibre duster thingamajig were both almost dry. I managed to avoid tipping the bowl over on the floor that I’d positioned to catch the dripping water.
No wash, no shave, no teggies cleaned either. Straight on the laptop and started doing some graphicationalisationing!
For the next few hours, in between sneezing coughing and trips to the porcelain, I worked on a creation and finally got it finished.
Despite the frustrations of having to do so many amendments and tweaks, I got it something like I wanted.
The final touch, making the tattoo on Danny Soz’s arm took as long as all the rest did to get looking okay.
I posted it under ‘Picture needing explanation – Bloggers in the Park?
Carried out another search for me hearing aids.
Then made even more tea, and then did some Facebooking.Then set about my second graphicalisationing session.
Then set about my second graphicalisationing session. Titled this one ‘WordPressers in the play park – Clarification required, please.
Feeling a bit peckish now.
I’ll have a look at what grub is in stock methinks.
I think, Frankfurters, chips, potato farls and beetroot, I turned the oven on to warm it up.
Did some Facebooking while it got to temperature.
Cuppa and took the medications.
Got the meal sorted and enjoyed it.
Rated this one 9.2/10.
Watched some TV and nodded off.
Woke with a start around 2330hrs, mind full of a dream I’d been having, had to write it down straight away to record here later.
I was back courting Sue, and we were living where I lived years before we met, in the digs. We went out on a walk in te fog at night. Fell into a dyke and I managed to get us out of the soft mud at the edge where we landed. Then there was a bit about where we visited her home with her parents there. We returned to the digs, and loads of people I knew or know came in to stay, there was a physical control barrier in the hallway… Sue and I were happy together again, and I was so proud for some reason… that’s all I could remember by the time I wrote it down.
It was such a real dream to me. I could not get back to sleep, so got up properly, made a cuppa and got on the laptop.
I felt hot and sweaty, no sneezing now.ed,
Off to the WC and got a shock. ‘Little Inchy’ had been pouring blood. And there was I, thinking the lesion was healing so well too. Tsk!
Jammy bottoms in a bowl of water to soak.ed,
Suddenly I felt so sad that the dream was only a dream and guilty for some reason?
Funny old life isn’t it?
Going to be well tired and shattered for the INR Warfarin blood level test, and the visit to try and sort me rent arrears in the morning! Tsk!
I didn’t get off properly until gone midnight. A couple of trips to the porcelain, then I was up at 0500hrs wide awake and in the bathroom again. Tsk!
The throne session was a painful one again, but not so bad as yesterday.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop to finish the diary for Thursday. An odd day Thursday was, full of highs and lows.
Got it done and posted around 0700hrs, then titivated the kitchen, made a cuppa, took the medications and started this diary off.
Checked the emails, and then did some Facebooking.
Onto CorelDraw7 and doctored a graphic of Sandra Lentz to post.
Oh, those eyes, those controlling pulsating, alluring, pulchritude ridden, desirable, knowing eyes.
Cough, cough, a tablet now, taken and onward.
Prepared myself for a trip out to town. I’m hoping to go to the ‘Contemporary Art Gallery’ to take a photo of one of the galleries to use as a background for a graphic I am planning to do for Patti in America.
So, down to the bus stop and caught the L9 into town.Dropped off
The sun kept coming through, but it was a bit cool.Dropped off
As I fell off the bus on Hockley, I walked up close to where the gallery was situated around the corner.
I passed a new, one of so many, new restaurants with an outside eating area.
Just couldn’t help bu smile as I saw the name and thought to myself; “I bet they’ll tell you lies to sell you something!” Hehe!
The building of the gallery looked like it might make a ‘Moody’ photograph, so gave it a go.
You can see the Pinnochio Patisserie on the left, near the overflowing rubbish bin.
The old road it is built on has much history in it. Lacemaking premises, (None left now), the Gallows in the old Courts and police station.
The entrance to the gallery is hidden away to the right of the advertising board next to where an eighteen-year-old was murdered last July.
They had all five galleries open today, so I thought that finding one that fitted in with what I was looking for to photograph for my graphic project would be a piece of cake.
Humph!
It turned out that each one had a security guard in it this morning. When I got my camera out, I thought he was going to throw a dicky fit! All the galleries had an Eastern Europe theme. Not what I would consider calling art, in the least. Mostly photographs of Communist vs. Capitalist, a male streaker or two, and artwork that looked like ankle-snappers had doodled them.
I disappointedly left them to it.
As I made my way to the bus stop, I passed the end of Clinton Street. them.
In this one picture on a busy street are tell-tale signs of life in Nottingham. The street musicians. The mobile phone using disinterested eighteen-year-old spotty-faced youth falling asleep holding an advertisement board up for a Tattoo studio. The family dining as they have a break between their shoplifting. The florist bloke, who cannot speak English. (Fair enough, I can’t speak Latvian). The kids, teaching their parents how to swear in modern terms. The modern day beggars with their mobile phone and dogs in the doorways of the bankrupt shops. The mobile sellers all claiming to be the cheapest and best. And somehow a few seconds after taking this photo a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist emerged winding around the mob with great alacrity and speed out of that crowd!
Then two females started the fisticuffs off. I moved on, keeping my camera well hidden, as the police arrived and the crowds started cheering the ladies on to greater efforts to pull each others hair out.
I moved down the hill and crossed over the Market Square.
Not so busy here, most Nottinghomian’s had moved to the altercation up the road.
You can see the crane (Blue) in the distance on Queen Street, where all the bus stops had been moved while they do whatever it is they are doing. There were signs fro all the other bus routes informing passengers where to get their bus temporarily – but nothing for the L9! Double Humph!
I wandered around hoping to find someone to ask from the bus company. No luck. I had a walk around the streets in the hope of seeing a sign somewhere on one of the stops. No!
I called in the Spar shop, and they had two hot bacon butties left at £1 each, and also and besides as well as that, I got a free Sun newspaper?
So I moved down to the Victoria Mall bus stop, where I could catch a number 40 that would drop me off on Winchester Street.
Didn’t have to wait long and one came along.
At least, the pigeons were glad when I slipped them some seed covertly.
I got knocked about a bit on the bus when getting on with other passengers, uncouth mob!
Hehe!
Walked to the flat and WC’s with urgency, made a cuppa, took medications and ate the two bacon butties.V
Got the laptop going and updated this masterpiece. Took my medications.
Then onto starting some more graphicationalisationing.
Took me hours and hours to get it anything like I wanted.
In the end, I settled for this one.
Entitled it ‘Cobblers’ with just some of the bloggers whose work I admire the most.
It was a case of a fish supper more than a dinner by the time got around to it.V
Battered cod fish cakes, beetroot, garden peas and cod pieces in crispy batter. With Irish sour bread.
Followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly. Rated this one at 9.6/10. So another good one.
Fatigue overcame me, and I put on an old DVD, of the dry comedy TV series ‘Operation The Good Guys’. I’d forgotten how funny it was. It would never be made nowadays because of the politically incorrect nature of the script.
I repeatedly fell asleep for a few minutes, and each time for some reason, I’d rewind and start viewing it again, it was like a marathon rewind session. I eventually gave up trying to watch it, well after midnight had passed by.
A final trip to the porcelain – that took about 15 minutes of effort, hemorrhoid bleeding and pain.It’s odd isn’t it?
It’s odd isn’t it? When I get the rumbling innards and diarrhea, I think it is far worse the having constipation – then, constipation then replaces diarrhea, and suddenly the constipation is worse than having diarrhea? Hey-ho!
Took a Senna tablet, had a drink of lemon tonic water and drifted off into oblivion; but kept waking up repeatedly for some reason sweating?
So I stumbled to the bathroom, to find sadly that Little Inchy had been bleeding again, the haemorrhoids flowing as well; and then remembered Jane and Pete were calling later. So I made a cuppa and got on with finishing my diary off and starting this one, so I would have time to get myself ready for their inspection… I mean visit… or do I? Hehe!
I know I will not be able to make the place or myself acceptable to their standards, but I feel should make the effort. Pete said yesterday he’d try to get the radio programmed and the binoculars set up for me, so that will divert their criticalisationing instincts and attentions I hope.
Laptop on and made a start.
After an hour or two, I made a start cleaning and titivating the flat; as quietly as I could so as not to disturb the neighbours.
I did the kitchen floor with some expensive straight-to-the-floor cleaner, using a large micro fiber cloth. Much better results than using the mop. But getting up and down to and from the ground level was a bit of a bother of course.
Having said that, the Arthritis is kind to me at the moment.
Nipped into the bathroom for what must have been my fourth visit up to now. Tsk!
Then as I was sweeping the hall, I noticed many letters had been posted. Bearing in mind, this was about 0555hrs? I suppose they must have been delivered yesterday, and I didn’t notice them?
This gives me some time to fret over the weekend until Monday when I can get to see them about it at their offices – again! Humph!
After getting notification of me being in rent arrears last month; I went down to see them. They changed the payment and assured me not to worry, all would be okay. Humph!
Must get to see them again. Might have time on Monday after my INR Warfarin blood-level test? Won’t have time today because of Jane and Pete’s apartment inspection taking place.
When I was doctoring this photo I took, of the mail, I came across a picture of yesterday’s satisfying meal, that I couldn’t find when I first looked for it yesterday? Damned poltergeist!
It was the best I’d enjoyed since being in the flat. Baked potatoes, potato farls, beetroot, and traditional Polish Frankfurters. Thinking about it, I’ll give Taste rating of 9.69/10.
Enjoyed a good scrub-up, and then did some graphicalisationing. Created a decent graphic to go along with my Ode about life, entitled ‘I get so excited!’.
Then got to work sorting the paperwork out and into the two file boxes.
Jane rang, she will not be coming to inspect the apartment now. She’s got a sore throat and sounded unwell the poor thing. Spoke to Pete, he will be coming up on his own.
Finished the sorting out and made a cuppa, realised I’d actually taken me medications. Humph! So, I just took the beta-bock, blood release, angina and reflux tablets.
It’s been raining since I got up at 0400hrs. I sorted and took down the bags of rubbish and recycle one to outside the caretakers door, as they were too big to get into the shoot. Met a couple of tenants and had a little chin-wag.
Pete arrived, and we had a good natter, and he programmed the battery radio for me. Then he set up the binoculars, so I had got them at the optimum settings.Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
I walked him down to his car, thanked him and wished Jane all the best with her horrible severe sufferings.
Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
Returned to the lobby and did my crosswords while I was waiting for the washer to finish.
Has a couple of little gossips to some tenants as they passed in or out of the building.
Got the washing transferred to the drying machine, and nipped up to the flat and updated this diary.
Down and collected the washing laundry room.
Back up to the flat and put the togs away.
The last N9 bus to Arnold was due at 1437hrs. I decided to catch it and go to Sainsburys and get some bread, potatoes and er… what was the other thing? I know there were three things… I suppose I’ll remember it when I get there and have a look around? Tsk!
Had a quick bath and I readied things then set off to catch the bus. I was the sole person waiting for it.
Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and had a wander round for ages.
Then strolled (Limped), into Arnold and popped into the Iceland store to get some Weight Watchers mini pots of ice cream and beef slices in puff pastry.
I ended up getting more than initially planned of course. Tsk!
Timed it to get to the bus stop after consulting the timetable I had with me. The last bus back was due according to the leaflet, at eleven minutes past the hour. I arrived lugging me bags at Ten to the hour.
The need for the usage of porcelain was growing in urgency.
The rain had stopped at last, but I fear the L9 buses had too!
I waited as all the other buses passing by picked up other passengers, and soon it was 20 minutes past the hour, no L9 bus.
So I caught another one and dropped off in Sherwood.
It was getting a bit dark quickly now as I walked up the hill towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
As I entered the broken iron gates into the park, the sky was so beautiful.
The moon appearing in haste, and the multi-coloured streaks of reds, purples, blues, etc. along with the darkening overall looked incredible.
I tried to capture it in this photo, but it didn’t come out very well.
I suppose my haste to get to the porcelain might have cocked-up my focussing?
Somehow, I painfully managed to get to the flat’s bathroom and the pain that awaited me. Hehe!
Got some fodder, took the medications and sat musing on things for a good while;
The rent arrears and how to get them sorted
My making Pete a cuppa and forgetting to give it to him
My buying unneeded nosh and overspending again
The constipation
The damned solicitors delaying the house sale
My weight and belly increasing in volume and girth
The lost lottery ticket?
And why did I just pass wind that will probably affect tenants three floors up and down?
I got the TV paper and took a look at what was on offer. Some good stuff from eight until eleven.
I watched them in hundreds of episodes between my periods of nodding off, then needing the porcelain again around 1200hrs.
Felt a bit odd as I drifted off to the land of nod.
When I awoke at 0400hrs, it was with the pleasurable sensation of far less pain from Arthur Itis and Anne Gina. But bother from the reflux valve. A good start I thought.
To the porcelain throne – for a long time too! The constipation was worse than yesterday, and it caused much bleeding of the haemorrhoids too!
I made a cuppa and took the morning medications, then pondered a while; It’s odd how my ailments come and go.
Yesterday I couldn’t bend down without too much pain – Today I can get up and down without excess pain?
Anne Gina was almost too much yesterday, this morning she’s being kind to me?
I’ve had two or three days with the duodenal ulcer giving me agony – today, I feel no bother at all?
The Hernia has been so kind to me for weeks, today he starts off again?
The water retention in my legs and feet has suddenly started to go down a bit at last, but why? The problem with this is, of course, now the urine evacuations are larger, more frequent and a bit painful. Oh, and they are a good bit more urgent as well!
The Reflux Valve is changing all the time, several times a day – sometimes I can hardlybreathe others I forget the problem is there? I think this ailment will be the one that gets me in the end. I’d have a bet on it being so, but don’t see the point. Hehe!
The ticker replacement is doing well mind, no apparent problems at all there.
Little Inchy and his lesion are at last (I hope) beginning to disappear! No blood last night, and none today so far. The clinic did me proud with their treatment procedure and I thank them from the bottom of my heart.
After having the rumbling innards and diarrhea for weeks, the none day of normality, suddenly I get it replaced with painful Constipation instead? Tsk!
I thought I’d try to get out and about today, try to get some decent photographing done. I might call at the Arboretum to see if I can catch any wildlife or floral stuff?
I started the laptop and finished Wednesdays diary off and got it posted.
Then I put the kettle on to make another cuppa and noticed some emergency vehicle lights flashing in the distance through the kitchen window.
Started this diary off to here, and then did some Facebooking and WordPressing.
I was working away on me graphicationalisationing, and thought I’d give Jane and Pete a ring, seconds later Pete rang me!
They’re coming on their first view of the flat tomorrow around 1100hrs.
Why do I get the memory of the words “By your Beds!” come back to mind?
Finished off a graphic and posted it to WordPress.
