The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe – Page 185

Inchcock Today Tue 8 Dec 15: Mental Mayhem… so much to do!

I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not so sure?

Tuesday 8^th December 2015

Up and into the WC at 04:00 hrs. Cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’

Made a cuppa and took me morning medications.

Checked the emails, nothing from the GP about me upcoming (I hope) procedure for ‘Little Inchy’. However I did get some messages/comments that made me determined to lose this pathetic depression. Patti sent me something to try each morning, Tessa sent me wonderful encouragement and Dunc cheered me up. Thanks folks.

It was warmer this morning, temp in the kitchen up to 61ºF now. The winds are forecast to get up again and much rain forecast too, but nothing like earlier they say.

The heater advisor is calling tomorrow twixt 12:30 > 18:30 hrs.

I decided I will go out today instead of staying in moping and cleaning. This is part of me new ‘Get-missen-out-of-the-rut’ routine. As Patti tells me, ‘Do what I enjoy without guilt!’ So I’ll go on a bus trip to Derby and take some photographs of the ducks and pigeons! If all goes well, I’ll post them on here later.

Got me Tuesday diary done and started this one off. Between many cups of tea, some of which I actually managed to drink. Hehe!

Started a graphic for a Cyber mate’s birthday. BBcake

Well, it might make him laugh? Oh dear, I think I’m a day or so early with this?

Did some Facebooking.

Had a good soak in the bath and readied missen for the horrendous duties to be performed today!

Called in the Community shed, Obergruppenfurheress Julie in to ask advice about me rent arrears and the approach to take on me visit to Loxley House and the Nottingham City Homes people. No suggestions received.

Caught the L9 bus into the City Centre and made me way to the bank to see why I had no received any statements, but it was so busy I continued on through town to the Rent Offices at Loxley House to see about the rent arrears situation and my loss of Good Tenant Status.

Got in and asked the receptionist if I could speak with someone, sat on the rather low seats and awaited the arrival of the personage.

A Mr McKenzie arrived, and I showed him the letter I’d received and explained my concerns. He assured me not to worry all was in hand? And told me I never had a ‘Good Tenant Status’ to lose in the first place, despite the letter informing me I had lost it? The young man was patient and treated me decently.

He then helped me to get up out of the low chair (I did feel a fool!) and I departed. Feeling het-up over all the jobs I had to sort, I thought I’d get some Cream French horns from Tesco, but they had none in.

I walked down by the canal and fed some ducks a i walked over the bridge.

Then into Broad Marsh mall calling in a shop to get some ratatouille and carrots on my way through and out up to bank again, where they were not so busy now and got to talk to a rather automaton non-human adviser, who lacked any compassion or empathy, about me lack of statements.

Turns out, that they had changed me address on the system, but had put the wrong flat number. Now I must remember to ask Deana if flat 67 had returned any mail to her? Another job to forget Tsk!

Up into the slab square through the milling shoplifters of Olde Nottingham.

Called in Boots and got some diarrhoea tablets.

Caught the bus back to the flats.

The Christmas Tree near the lifts in the lobby had returned, and someone had decorated a chair there.

Up the lift and WC’d again just in time, took a while and when I got out and went into the kitchen…

Boy had the weather changed from minutes ago!

It was belting down, and stayed like this for a while.

Eventually, after I’d sorted me paperwork out, it stopped and looked likely to start again.

The mail was delivered and guess what?…

Another letter from FraserBrown the pretend Solicitors.

More forms to sign and return – to be honest I didn’t fully understand what they were about.

More Hassle! Must get the bus to FraserBrown (mockery of efficiency) Solicitors with it in the morning – and make sure I get back quick for the Nottingham City Homes caller who’s coming to explain the storage heater system and controls for me.

Got some nosh.

Sister Jane returned my earlier call. She probably regretted doing this as I waffled on about FraserBrown problems and me health. Hehe!

I was mentally drained. After I cleaned the pots I sat down and made notes of things that needed doing tomorrow, put the TV on made a cuppa and fell asleep.

The land-line rang, it was well dark now and I stumbled to get to it – it was BJ, wanted to know if I’d like to go to the Papplewick Pumping Station visit on Sunday. I explained about the ‘Little Inchy’ possible treatment and I might get short notice to go in for surgery. He said he’d phone Saturday to see how things were. Bless his cotton socks.

Head down again.

Inchcock Today Mon 7 Dec 15: Oh dear… Imitation Solicitors FraserBrown strike again!

Monday 7^th December 2015

Didn’t stir until 0650hrs.

The winds had died down outside, but not in me innards – struggled to get to the porcelain in time. (Don’t laugh!)

Kettle on and put me record card in me bag with the nibbles for the nurses at me Warfarin blood level tests later.

Took me medications and cleaned me cup that the tea went cold in last night.

Put order in to Morrison’s for later today. Going in for tests then to Lidl to get some Frikadellens and cobs methinks.

Then weather permitting get a good walk back to the flats if i haven’t bought too much stuff it stop me walking too far.

Started this diary off and checked emails and messages in case owt had come in from the GP, clinic, hospital, BJ or Steve from age UK. None there, well it is holiday time and folk have other worries don’t they.

Gorra wash and brush-up, titivated missen and set off on me walk into Carrington via Sherwood to the surgery.

Hobbled along alright, the rain just holding off but I was in better spirits this morning and even the pain in the feet didn’t bother me too much.

Down the big hill into Sherwood, left up the gradual hill into Sherwood and down the hill into Carrington and the GP surgery.

The nurse called me in and took me Warfarin INR blood sample for testing. She potted a mark on me face that was apparently looking like the one found last Aug that turned out to be skin cancer. She told me to arrange to see the GP on me way out.

I went to the reception and firstly reminded them that I had not heard anything from the clinic or hospital yet about me ‘Little Inch’ problem being sorted.

She looked on her computer and told me they were still waiting for details from the last GUM clinic tests to arrive.

She then in reply to my request for an appointment, told me to sit down and the Doctor would see me shortly!

Got me paper out and within 15 minutes I was in the surgery. she got a glass viewer out and had a look at the mark near me ear-hole and assured me it was malignant and I was off two minutes after going into the surgery.

I walked down the road and foolishly bought a lottery ticket from the paper-shop on me way to Lidl to get some bread and Frikadellens.

Lidl was busy, but I got me Frikadellens and bread, also one of their Lemon Curd and vanilla rolls. (Well…?)

Caught a bus back into Sherwood.

Arrived in Sherwood and had a wander up and over the hill to walk up through Woodthorpe Park and back to the flats.

I was stood looking at the people, most of them with their dogs pursuing balls for them with tails wagging.

The dogs tails wagging I mean

Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over as he belted by from behind me.

Got in and felt hungry.

So I made missen sweet potatoes with two cob of Polish ham.

Fell asleep.

Woke up with the land-line ringing way… It was a bloke from FraserBrown the imitation solicitors. Huh, the N.I. number I gave their receptionist who got it photo copied and then assured me “We now have al we need to proceed with the house sale!” had gone missing? What plonkers!

Interesting dealing with FraserBrown innit?… Please read me notes at the bottom of this diary rubbish.

Perhaps it was a good thing that he called cause the Morrison delivery arrived. Put the nosh away.

More hunger pangs so I put some waffles and a sausage -roll in the oven.

Feeling down again now. Humph!

FraserBrown Complications/Functions

Tue 20 Oct 2015:

Letter and folder received from them.

I asked Steve to have at it look for me.

Steve called Fri 23 Oct and told me to just file it.

Sat 24 Oct Got letter telling me they need to have current Passport or driving licence photo ID so they could check for money laundering. Couldn’t get hold of Steve.

Mon 26 Oct Went to their offices and had a word with lady on reception I was assured they have everything needed to proceed with the sale.

Fri 13 Nov Got letter telling me they need to have current Passport or driving licence photo ID so they could check for money laundering. Got hold of Steve and he went through the forms that should have been filled in originally when he told me to just store them..

Mon 16^th Went into offices again and the lady rang someone, waited for them to ring back which they did, if I supplied them with my N.I. number that would do – luckily I had it with me and they photo copied it from my last wage slip – I was assured they have everything needed to proceed with the sale.

Mon 23^rd Got another letter asking for the passport and or driving licence. Couldn’t contact Steve of age UK, Deana flats coordinator rang them for me and they told her they would ring back.

Wed 25^th They rang her back.

Thur 26^thI learnt they had rung her back – I was assured they have everything needed to proceed with the sale.

Mon 7^th Dec: Phone call from them asking for N.I. number??? This after four times being told – They have everything needed to proceed with the sale.

Inchcock Today Weekend 5/6 Dec 15: Lethargy and gloom lessening now…

Saturday 5^th December 2015

I did manage to nod-off last night around 0400 hrs for an hour or so, despite Storm Desmond’s high winds. Even with me hearing-aids out the constant noise drove me bonkers this morning! Hehe!

I soon realised that not only the high winds outside were noisy and bothersome as soon as I struggled up onto me blown-up feet, the innards became windy and rumbled… Just made it to the porcelain in time – but it was as close as ever it has been.

Got me cup to make a brew and spotted me last nights medication pot full of medications – I’d missed taking them. Tsk! (The reflux valve and ulcer etc. are going to remind me later, Humph)

Made me cuppa and morning medications taken.

Another semi-speedy hobble to the porcelain, again just in time.

I thought perhaps today a trip out might be an idea – but not to the shops. The rent arrears letter laid on at the side of the laptop – and like an Ostrich I filed it with the others in me box.

Off to the WC again and the wind coming in through from the kitchen into the bathroom decided me not to go out after all.

After I’ve had me bath later, I may try to get some stuff sorted into the drawers…?

Checked emails, messages and started this tosh off.

I went into a depression and just watched TV nearly all day.

Gurgling innards and WC visits rampant.

Around midnight I saw some flashes coming in through the living room window (I must get some curtains sorted!). Went into the kitchen to have a look as I thought it might have been from the Fire Brigade attending an alarm again.

I reckon it was a firework display.

Sunday 6^th December 2015

With doing nowt yesterday I couldn’t get to kip last night until gone 0300hrs.

Woke around 0800hrs ashamed at me feeling sorry for missen.

The emails from Patti and Duncan in support made me determined to try to shake off me lethargy today. The rumbling innards kept me active with trips to the bathroom. Humph!

The winds had died down nicely and just the odd spot of rain on the kitchen window.

Laptop on and checked emails.

WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding away again.

That made think about my not having heard owt from the surgery or clinic… or Steve, or Deana, or BJ. Sent texts to see if they were all okay or just didn’t want to communicate with me. As long as I know, I can understand.

I hope to find out about the ‘Little Inchy’ procedure/instructions in the morning, well nearer dinner time actually tomorrow when I go fer me Warfarin INR blood level tests.

I think I was feeling a bit less lethargic now.

Cuppa and late medications taken. Washing me pots later I broke me handled basin – yes maybe things were getting back to normalised conditions now then? Hehehe!

I’ll see later if a washing machine is free and get fully caught up with me laundry I thought…. Got the bag and accoutrements ready.

Had a bath and again doctored ‘Little Inchy’.

Went down to the Laundry-room and a machine was free, got me washing in and washing like.

Then I took a walk up via the back of the flats up the hill to Woodthorpe Park.

En-route there were many trees that had been damaged in the high winds.

It was a sad sight.

Walked up to near the main house where the footy pitches were marked out and watched a ladies football match for a while.

Didn’t see any diving or moaning to the referee like wot the lads do in their matches.

Turned back and down by the kids playground.

The Pitch and Putt ticket cabin was open, the cafe doing a fair trade and many ankle-snappers merrily playing on the rides and swings as they swore, spat at, belted and kicked each other as their parents drank their lager and Cafe Latte’s while checking their Instant lottery tickets at the cafe tables with their dogs tied to the chairs.

Carried on down to the flats, passing the now very barren and damaged looking Copse with its trees toppled by the winds and more branches on the floor than the trees.

I could sense a change in the weather coming up? I’ve no idea how or why I just knew.

At the bottom of the hill on the left just before the flat complex the tree that I can sometimes see the squirrels in as they would spring from tree to tree and try to take a photo of, had, had its biggest branch torn off.

Didn’t see any wildlife at all on me little hobble around the flats and park?

As I entered the foyer door to the flats I heard the rain come belting down on the doors behind me – boy did it pour down for a few minutes! After that it was drizzle for a few hours.

Got the washing out of the washer and into the drier, then sat on one of the chairs doing me crossword book and nattering to some of the other residents as they passed through in or out of the flats.

On one of the coffee tables some tenants has been left Christmas cards, and I noticed one was for Norman on the twelfth floor. Knowing he didn’t always get out often, I got the lift up and pushed it through his door, then returned to the foyer and the laundry room.

I actually started one crossword and got down to needing just one more to complete it all on me own! (Big head!) Clue: Rough mannered fellow – _I_E? That is unless I got one of the other ones wrong of course – it has been known.

Got me washing back up to the flat and put away, kettle on and stood deep in thought looking out at the drizzle and wonderful view from the kitchen window and pondered over so many things it was weird… like, unreal. I solved so many things in my head, Immigration controls were abandoned, love and respect reigned everywhere and George Osborne shot himself with his Purdey Under & Over Shotgun? Was it an awake dream or what?

Took me midday medications a little late again, got the laptop on and updated this tosh.

Titivated the kitchen and took a bag out of the ‘Rubbish Room’ (Bedroom) to sort. Unfortunately there was an old classic car magazine in it and I settled to read it. Do no sorting got done as I soon nodded off in the chair.

Well dark when I woke up… made a cuppa and took me evening medications.

Had a beef pie oven hips and garden pea nosh despite it being so late in the day.

Actually stayed awake to watch a bit of TV – why I’m not sure, because I can’t remember what I watched now?

Nodded off again and woke feeling a bit less pessimistic for some reason – perhaps in the hopes that in the morning when i go for me INR Warfarin blood level test I can find out the pending situation with ‘Little Inchy’ and his treatment for the lesion bleeding problem?

Made another cuppa and nodded off…

Inchcock Today Fri 4 Dec 15: Rent Arrears! Storm Winds, Sorry for missen agen! Tsk!

Friday 4^th December 2015

Up with a start at 0430hrs. Urgently attended the porcelain – messy.

Cuppa and medications taken.

Laptop on. Checked emails and messages to see if owt had come through from the GP, nowt yet though.

Nothing from BJ or Steve of Age UK either. Steve said he’s get in touch about the NBS letter last Monday.

Did get a message from Jane’s Pete. He sent a photo he took of me when I visited them the other day – I was talking away to Fooey while Jane held him lovingly.

My legs had gone down nicely this morning, no hassle from the reflux valve, Anne Gyna or Arthur Itis either. Dizzies and ‘Little Inchy’ were not so kind. But I’m not complaining. Still waiting for the appointment/instructions from the GP surgery – they were due yesterday, should come today surely?

Must keep the mobile in me pocket today, so less chance of missing any important call.

Finished yesterdays diary off and posted it. Started this one-off – then did some Facebooking.

Tummy rumbling again – just soup and bread for nosh later today methinks?

Checked emails again for any messages from the surgery, none yet.

Although feeling a trifle lethargic I decided to get me laundry done. Then I might meet some of the other tenants and get a chin-wag in?

Got me things ready and plodded down to lobby and laundry room. No one about.

Got me laundry in the washer and took some photographs of the Christmas stuff been scattered about the place for us.

They even put some on the window ledges near the entry door.

Nice unexpected touch this. They had even left cards on the desk for some of the residents, nice touch even if I was missed off! Humph! Don’t mind really though.

Back up to the flat. WC’d and updated this diary. Made a cuppa while doing it.

Back down to wait for the washer to finish and move me togs into the frier… er, dryer. No idea why I typed frier?

Took me crossword book and nibbles with me, cause the first bus crowd should be there when I get down.

Back in a bit.

Got the washing into the drier and had a good natter with some of the residents and they helped me wiv me crosswords. Handed out some nibbles.

Spent tome downstairs doing me crosswords and nattering to a few tenant as the came in and out. Cheered me up a bit that did.

The togs smelt nice when they came out of the drier, folded them and back up to the flat.

I’d had a letter from the Nottingham City Homes people delivered – telling me I was in arrears with me rent and had failed to be in for a gas check visit and were pleased with either of these things. They told me to ring them ASAP. I was under the impression that I’d arranged for the rent to be paid through direct debit? Though Steve of Age UK had sorted it. Rang him, no answer.

Then I emailed Deana the flat coordinator asking for help in ringing the City Homes people, I know for certain I have difficulty in hearing them from past attempts.

Put me togs away in airing cupboard and on hangers on me cloth-racks.

Updated this diary, and a but concerned about me rent arrears, I got me hat and coat on and visited the Community shed to see if Deana was in so I could speak to her about the Rent Arrears situation.

Back in a bit again…

Obergruppenfurher Julie was in the hut – and kindly rang them or me. I had also lost me Good Tenant status.

They had apparently been being paid to little though me direct debit since I’ve been here? Thought they would have informed me sooner?

I’ve £292.03 in arrears. They increased the amount, and Julie told me to appeal the loss of me Good Tenant Status through the website.

**Rent Arrears – Rent to increase by £372.20! Humph!**

Went on the website afterwards but could not find whereto appeal? Thanked her and returned to the flat and wondered if the increase would cover the arrears? No mention of me settling the arrears was mentioned? So I could still be in arrears then?

I hope that Deana can find time to talk to me on this issue and get it sorted before I go in for me surgery. (If I ever hear from the Surgery or clinic that is?).

I don’t think I’m going to hear from them now at this time on a Friday night. Frustrating not knowing if, when, how, where or what the procedure will involve.

Made a strong cuppa and updated this tosh.

No communications received from BJ, Steve Age UK, Deana or The GP Surgery yet. Humph!

So stuck indoors waiting to hear.

Had me nosh, sausage and tomatoes. Took me medications.

Some good old stuff on the TV tonight. Planned me viewing and nodded off, when I wake an hour or so later I wondered what was happening, took me headphones off, I immediately felt sorry for the other tenants with decent hearing – Storm Desmond’s winds were raging outside.

No sleep at all for me, gave up trying altogether. First time I’ve been up so high in these kind of winds – so glad I’ve got me nosh in, and glad now, that the hospital haven’t contacted me about going in!

Wondered if it would ever ease off… Yet the temperature on the kitchen thermometer read 61ºf, the highest all week, despite the winds coming in through every crevice and hole in the walls and windows?

The constant noise drones on! Ah well, another day indoors tomorrow methinks…

Inchcock Today Thu 3 Dec 15: Gloomy day in many a way…. Hehe!

Thursday 3^rd December 2015

Didn’t stir until gone 0600hrs – that would be due to me horrendously busy day yesterday and having to stay up far longer than usual with the late GP appointment and walking the dark streets back up the hill to the flats to get back.

WC’d and found Little Inchy once again covered in sticky blood – cleaned him up.

Made a cuppa and got the laptop on to finish yesterdays diary off. Bad day and good day in some ways yesterday was. I got to see Fooey at me sisters, got an unexpected late appointment with the GP and hobbled back to the flat in the dark wearily up the big hills.

Not feeling too great this morning mind – not as mobile as I usually am and it’s preventing me doing everyday tasks that involve bending. Never thought I’d say that… Hehe!

More meat flies appearing in the flat again?

Spent far too long on the web.

Had a bath to try and shake missen up a bit and into life, then decided to force missen out and have a walk into Sherwood to use me money off vouchers at the co-op.

Little Inchy was painful and bleeding again and the stomach rumbling once again, as I set off out of the flats and called at the Community shed with some more mail for Margaret the previous tenant.

On up into the park and down to Mansfield Road. Pedestrian cyclists in abundance.

Into Sherwood and the Co-op store. Bad news… they have stopped baking the Beetroot & Apple bread!

Swines!

Pottered around and spent me required ten pounds to claim me £2 off voucher.

When I was leaving the store another dizzy spell came. Oddly it didn’t get to me like normal… no that’s not right, what I meant was I accepted it as being normal and expected now.

On up and down to the park gates, a few yards up the hilly footpath and I had to stop and put down me shopping to get me breath?

Never had that before with such a light load?

On me way back to the flat I remembered the GP telling me to get me thing ready for going into the hospital on possible short notice.

So when I got in I sorted me things into a big bag and stored it in the rubbish that needs sorting room (Bedroom).

Think I’ve got everything in there, shaving tackle, toothpaste and brush, carbolic soap, jammies, socks, undies, dressing gown…

Sat down for a cuppa and drifted off into the land of nod again… for hours! Woke with Little Inchy in a mess, legs swollen summat awful, stomach churning and an instant dizzy spell – it must have been comical seeing me try to get up without toppling back again. You’ve got to laugh! Then tottering over to try and turn the light on. Hehe!

Thought soup would be the best for nosh tonight. Had me luxury beef and veg soup, added some Bovril and a tin of died potatoes and slowly slowly warmed it through, stirring all the time. I put a beef pastie in the oven to go with it.

Got it all done, and had two of me cheese cobs I’d got from the Co-op with it and a banana. Took me medications.

Feeling a bit rough as I did, I wondered what made me cook this load of nosh in the first place?

Still, I actually did eat most of it, despite me rumbling innards.

No message email or phone call from the GP surgery.

I didn’t do any cleaning up (Naughty!) afterwards, but watched some Sherlock Holmes DVD episodes. Well I say episodes, I kept falling asleep and rewinding the same episode ‘The Scarlet Claw’ – never got to the end of it though… Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today Wed 2nd Dec 15: Visit to Jane and Fooey – Doctor, out late for me, messy day!

Wednesday 2^nd December 2015

Water retention in legs – Dizzies & Little Inchy Bleeding etc.

Woke at 0430 hrs in need of the WC again, Little Inchy bleeding merrily away and stinging a bit.

I’ve had permission to visit me Sister Jane hubby Pete and cat Fooey last night when she phoned.

Made a cuppa and took me medications. Checked me bag to make sure the nibbles and pressies were in it to take with me.

On me second trip to the porcelain a massive dizzy came over me – actually worried me it lasted so long. Must drop off at the GP on me way back and sort out an appointment cause they haven’t answered me email.

Finished Tuesdays diary and posted it – went to make another cuppa and another dizzy overcame me. Don’t like this at all.

Must have a bath at 0800hrs so I have time to get ready afterwards and catch the L9 bus into town. Don’t want to disturb me lovely neighbour before then.

Had a shave to save time later when I take me bath.

Me legs are still swollen and misshapen?

Did some WordPress work and then made another cuppa.

The last dizzy seems to be lingering with a very mild disorientation continuing after the initial attack… oh I like that description, I must use it when I eventually get an appointment with the GP.

Not heard anything from the building society, solicitors or Steve of Age UK, who said he would ring yesterday with updates on the house sale.

Gorra shave and bath and things ready and went down to the Community Shed to hand in some more letters received for Margaret the previous tenant. Nobody about so left some nibbles with the letters on the table.

Blooming windy this morning out here.

Back to the foyer to listen to the other tenants out of the wind as they gossiped away. Handed some nibbles out like.

Got into town and was soon on the number 7 bus out to West Bridgford and Janet’s home for a visit.

Got off at the wrong stop (Fancy that!) and walked to the domicile.

A nice cup of tea was presented to me and Fooey came out to seem for a bit of fuss.

Marvellous animal.

Jane, Pete and I had a jolly decent natter and I gave them their nibbles and treats.

I got a newspaper they had read in return. Hehehe!

I decided I’d call at the GP on the way home to make me appointments being a they had not replied to me emails.

This meant catching a different bus from town, dropping of en route to Carrington at the surgery, then either walking or catching a bus afterwards into Sherwood and walking up through the park to the flats. (That was the plan…)

Said me goodbyes and set off to the bus-stop – and was soon in the City Centre… where I forgot all about going to the doctors Humph! and had a stroll through the streets while having 40 minutes to wait for the L9 bus, that I shouldn’t have been catching anyway.

Not many folk about in the slab square, the nosherys were not doing much trade. The Ice rink had a buxom well-built lass who worked in the rink, skating in short sleeves to show off her muscles and tattoos.

The food stall near the mini Helter-Skelter was giving off some nice smells, but no busy at all.

Ostrich, Reindeer and Kangaroo was on the menu.

Didn’t appeal to me though.

I walked up to the Victoria Centre and wandered down towards the L9 bus-stop, window shopping on the way.

The Nottingham pedestrians again showing their lack of interest in the difference between red and green lights.

Bless em.

Further on I espied some jewellery I thought might interest the gals on The Troll Free Zone.

They were in the second-hand jewellers shop and being older seemed to be more costly than the new to me?

Hope you can see the prices.

Got to the bus stop and waited a good while for the bus to arrive, then we set off. As the bus passed by Clinton Street I took a photo down it.

Even that street was busy today either

Then I remembered I was supposed to be getting the other bus to the GP surgery. What a plonker!

Got back to the flats and WC’d (Relief!), then checked on emails to see if they had made me an appointment at the surgery.

While doing this I got some mail delivered. Two for Margaret, to for me. Mine was some Asda bumf and me INR results, next date and dosage record.

So I emailed the doctors asking to book an appointment for next Monday for me Warfarin Blood test, and asking if they had made me an appointment to see the doctor about me water retention, bleeding Little Inch and dizzy spells. Maybe I’ll get a reply this time?

Still waiting.

Had a look at the available nosh and decided on a steak pie and beef slice with curried beans for nosh tonight would do me.

Just got it cooking and an email came in from the Doctors surgery – if I could get there quickly there is a cancellation appointment and Dr Vindla could see me. Answered it in the affirmative and rushed about getting missen ready ASAP – made sure the cooker was off, taps and lights and made me way down and out, walked up through Woodthorpe Park while it was still open.

Soon realised I’d gone out and left me hearing aids in the flat. Tsk!

Hastened best I could to the bus stop on Mansfield Road, boy were the blown up legged giving some hassle!

Caught bus to the surgery and limped in out of breath. The Doctor saw me in a couple of minutes. What I love about Dr Vindla is she doesn’t faff about and gives it me straight.

Told her about little Inchy and she took a few prods pokes and examined the poor thing. “I’m a bit concerned about this” (So was I).

Then told and showed her me legs asking if I could go back onto the water tablets. She quipped “No, if I put you back on them again with all your other medications you might not complain ever again!” I got the coded message alright.

Then asked about the dizzy spells and she told me “There is nothing I can do about them! You’ll have to cope”.

Then she told me to wait outside while she rang the GUM clinic.

So I did.

She came out to me a few minutes later and told me they would ring me tomorrow with instructions/appointments. I asked the receptionist if it would be possible for her to email or message me on the phone instead of ringing and me possibly not understanding what is said. She said she would, instead of ringing.

Off into he night and walked back to Sherwood.

Then with the Park being closed, had to struggle up the Winchester Street hill and back to the flats.

Well shattered when I got in.

WC’d and thought about putting some of me Arthur Itis pain-gel all the way up and down me legs as well as the usual knees to ease the agony that they treating me to.

Decided not to, if it gets bad again during the night I’ll keep a tube of gel nearby to try.

Made a cuppa and rewarmed me rather unattractive looking pie and beans, then while waiting, got the laptop on for updating this and took me medications.

As I went into the kitchen to clean me pots and cooking accoutrements, I glanced out of the window and saw far away in the distance just one house out the thousands that had some Christmas lights outside, blue they were.

Titivated the kitchen and tended to Little Inchy.

After a day of running around (So’s to speak) I was well-drained.

Got into me jammies and sat down to read the paper that Jane gave me… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today Tue 1 Dec 15: Damned Dizzies!

Tuesday 1^st December 2015

Woke at 0415 hrs in need of the WC, Little Inchy painful and belting out blood and needed a lot of attention to stop it this morning.

Horrible night again, spent more of it awake than kipping. Tsk!

Laptop on and finished the Monday diary.

Took me medications.

Regular visitations to the bathroom throughout the morning.

Had another dizzy spell and decided to email the GP for an appointment to tell her about these returning.

The Morrisons order arrived, got the frozen in the freezer but ended up with too much to get into it – left the others in the bags in the Hallway.

Got me laundry ready and took it down and got it in a machine. Expecting the Iceland order too later, so stayed downstairs outside the laundry room so i could see him arriving. Took me bottles to the bank down the road.

Ask a lady arriving to do her washing if she wanted me chips and ice-cream I couldn’t get in the freezer. Went up and fetched it for her – she had taken out me washing from the drier for me and I’d left me bag upstairs so fetched it. Good job the lifts were working today.

A bloke arrived wanting use both washing machines, me first enemy made at the flats when I said he was not supposed to use both at once.

The Iceland man cometh and delivered.

The lady told me to take me chips to the lady in flat 52 on the ninth floor, so I did.

Then got me nosh on and put away me clobber, and stored the fodder.

Laptop on to update this.

Got me nosh, and what a nosh too!

3 Potato pancakes (Two inside cheese cobs), sticky chicken on sticks thingies, chicken nuggets, carrots, peas, sweet potato chips and tomatoes.

Ate the lot of it!

Checked on email to see if I’d had any reply from the doctors but no.

Tired to renovate the plaque I’d brought with me from the old place. A mate who I worked with when he had freshly arrived from Kingston, went home on a visit and brought me this back as a thank you.

I nicknamed him Tony and he stuck with it. I wonder where he is now?

Had another dizzy.

Sister Jane rang on the land-line. I can go visit them in the morning but I must get there before 1100hrs. So I got the bag ready with the nibbles and treats, made sure me bus-pass was in me pocket – oh, and while doing this I found the Co-op card I’d lost. It was in me new sleeveless jacket pocket. Huh!

Little Inchy had been bleeding again.

Sat down after cleaning up from the nosh preperationing and put the TV on – surprised that there was much on that I fancied looking at… fell asleep…

Newly Identified Medical Sydromes

Newly Identified Syndromes

Named Disease: HAJ (Had-a-job) Syndrome

Symptoms: Being made redundant through no fault of your own, suicidal feelings, lack of food, and the disappearance of respect.

Most at Risk: The proletariat, anyone not related to a banker or a friend of a Politician, the unemployed, the millions of immigrants both legal and otherwise, the impecunious, the uneducated youths of today, and the educated youths of today without rich family connections.

Area’s most affected: The North – Midlands.

Named Disease: Spooninthegobatbirthness Syndrome

Symptoms: A snottiness and uncaring attitude develops that cannot be countered. The bank balance and overseas investment accounts increase exponentially.

Most at Risk: Royalty, Aristocracy, Politicians, Footballers, and the Right Honourable George Osborne MP (Conservative)

Area’s most affected: The rich 10% of the population.

Named Disease: A.A.D.(Alcoholic Addiction Dysrhythmia) Syndrome

Symptoms: Finding you have not got any alcoholic addictions, and the concern and worry you get about being so different to everyone else. A.A.D. syndrome is often claimed by alcoholics and West Ham fans for their failure.

Most at Risk: Those under the age of eight, and more mature liars.

Area’s most affected: Nursery schools, MOT stations,

Named Disease: Monetary Cystitis (M.C.) Syndrome

Symptoms: It is extremely painful, nigh on impossible for you to repay money owed by you, forcing the sufferer to short change and overcharge whenever possible. Also builds an inbred hatred of Bank Managers, Loan companies and Old Age Pensioners.

Most at Risk: Pensioners, Politicians, Dentists, Lawyers, Bankers, Haliburton, George Osborne, Claret Appreciation Group members and Taxi Drivers.

Area’s most affected: Nationwide.

Named Disease: Hope Alopecia (H.A.) Syndrome

Symptoms: A sudden realisation that all hope is lost, other than for the War Mongers, Politicians, bankers, Car Mechanics, David Cameron, Nigel Farage, Haliburton and other nepotistic clans.

One person definitely not suffering from this Syndrome is UKIP’s Nigel Farage. Campaigning in a seat where Labour “should weigh the vote”, Mr Farage said that his party is “taking big numbers” of Labour supporters making Thursday’s result “very very tight”. And with young and older voters both warming to his message on immigration and borders control, Mr Farage revealed that he had new evidence that the Labour vote across the country is collapsing because of the Corbyn effect. He produced polling evidence by former Labour leader Ed Miliband’s ex-adviser Ian Warren which he said showed 50 per cent of those who voted Labour in the humiliating general election defeat in May will desert the party. Humph!

Most at Risk: Everyone not connected with the above.

Area’s most affected: Anywhere with any businesses still owned and ran by English management, so as you can tell, these are scarce.

Named Disease: Compassion Deficiency Anaemia (C.D.A.) Syndrome

Symptoms: You couldn’t give a toss about anyone else.

Most at Risk: Most predominant in Parliament, and Lawyers offices, although likely to be found anywhere.

Area’s most affected: Virtually throughout the world.

Named Disease: Cacospysy Syndrome (C.S.)

Symptoms: Irregular pulse, concern and worry that the government will find your stash of undeclared earnings from illegal practices of varying secretly ran companies. Panic attacks at Government Budget announcement time.

Most at Risk: The poor and the dodgy types.

Area’s most affected: All of the UK and FIFA representatives.

Named Disease: E.D.D. Early Decrepitude disease

Symptoms: Sudden realisation that the poor are getting poorer, and the Rich are getting richer, and you are one of the poorer. Urges to dress up in fancy dress and join WordPress might affect them. Memory loss and bodily function controls are common amongst these syndrome sufferers.

Most at Risk: Those who are poor and getting poorer.

Area’s most affected: Worldwide: In the event that you should feel or find any of the above symptoms coming on, do not consult your Doctor who will be too rich to be bothered to understand your frustrations and problems. In the event of your becoming disinterested in money and valuable items, Danny Soz (19¾) can be contacted for help. You could consider suicide, alcoholism, hibernation, or becoming a Politician. But best not to worry… your Doomed. Most E.E.D. sufferers end up not knowing the difference between the syndromes anyway, then read up on them and forget they did.

Inchcock Today Mon 30 Nov 15: Wet rain, GP, Clinic, Dizzy spells and bleeding… Tsk!

Monday 30^th November 2015

Woke at 0345 hrs in need of the WC, Little Inchy not bleeding so bad this morning. Horrible night spent more of it awake than kipping. Tsk!

The rain had stopped at last, and the temperature was 55ºf.

Made a cuppa and took me medications, stomach rumbling again, but I put that down to me nibbling all day yesterday and not having a nosh.

Put me INR dosage card in me coat pocket so as not to forget it later when I go for me Warfarin level blood test.

Put me Lumix camera on charge, then took me morning medications, put me midday ones in me bag.

Misty and raining heavily now – and I’ve got to walk to the GP surgery later, then go to the clinic to have me bumps and lumps checked.

Still, despite every thing I found missen singing again in the bath… Adam Faith and Billy Fury songs mostly, with the odd Rick Nelson and Nat King Cole thrown in.

Two nosh deliveries coming today. Morrison’s any-time now, then Asda tonight.

Got an email from Sister Jane in reply to mine, Fooey is not doing very well and she is expecting the worst. Poor old Fooey, made me so sad. I asked if I could go up to see them, no reply yet.

Made a start on the laptop and finished yesterdays diary off. Emails, messages and started this one-off.

No Morrison’s by 0845 hrs so I looked at me diary. It’s tomorrow when it comes not today. Tsk!

Out and caught the L8 bus into Sherwood as it was still belting down with rain and a bit windy with it. Dropped of at the bottom of the hill and walked up Mansfield Road and down into Carrington to the GP surgery.

The Obergrupperführer nurse was on duty today. But she doesn’t scare me like…

Had me test done and left feeling guilty after receiving a telling off about me weight, eating Brassica and going out in the rain?

Out and over the road and caught bus to the clinic (Well soaked again) – in and out in minutes today. Two doctors were off sick and I got another appointment.

Caught the bus into Mansfield just for the sake of it. Got some of me crossword book done e route.

Rained all the way and got even heavier when I got into Mansfield bus station.

Through the puddles under the subway and out into the shopping centre.

So many leaks coming from the roof I dare not get me camera out in the subway.

Called into B&Q to see if they had any bargains but no such luck, then I wandered up to another store and got some bread and tinned green beans.

Came out and took this rather sad photograph with the rain, closed down premises and lack of shoppers in the Mansfield City Centre.

Had a whopping dizzy spell as I went down the steps onto the road.

Stood around holding onto the railings for what seemed like ages for it to abate, probably only a few minutes though. Decided to make me way back to Sherwood and the flat.

Walking to the bus-station in the rain is a blank in me memory?

Got the bus (Bless me free pensioners bus-pass) and felt a lot better.

Dropped off in Sherwood and an L8 came within minutes and lifted me up the hill to the flats.

Got in and WC’d (Relief!), hung me clobber up to dry out.

Made a cuppa and took me midday medications a little late but still.

The Asda delivery arrived with the usual substitutions on it.

Got me nosh ready, put me potatoes to bake in the oven, gave the 40 minutes then added the Cottage pie with sweet potatoes for 20 minutes, then popped me last Frikadellen in the oven with the others for ten minutes. The sweet potato-shepherds pie could have done with a bit more time, but I was so hungry I ate everything anyway. Added me carrots and peas from the saucepan, buttered, salted and peppered the baked spuds, added a sprinkling of vinegar and had a lemon yoghurt afterwards.

Drifted off to kip – woke up needing the WC urgently and had another dizzy.

Not a bad one, but it bothered me a bit having two so close together, not normal that.

Washed the pots up and titivated the kitchen but still felt tired, sat down to watch the TV and did so… in between dozens of dozing offs! No idea what I watched now, or rather tried to watch.

Kept waking up distorted and aching in places I didn’t know I had? Hehe!

Inchcock Today Sun 29 Nov 15: Ostentatiousness from the seagulls?

Sunday 29^th November 2015

Woke at 0310 hrs in need of the WC.

Cannot recall any dreams, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding needed attention again, passed wind and nearly choked missen! Phwoar!

Laptop on to finish yesterdays diary off.

Kettle on and made a cuppa and took me medications.

After hours on the laptop I got a bath and freshened up.

Getting light properly now and the rain and wind is a-blowing!

Felt oddly tired and fell asleep when I sat down to have a cuppa.

Woke up hours later confused as to what day it was, time it was and where I was – for some reason I thought I should have been on a bus?

The stomach began churning once again, and I was nibbling nearly all the day… worms?

Listless a had a read of me book.

Went to make a cuppa and to me amazement outside the kitchen window were several seagulls. They were swooping at the window, I think one to two of them clouted the glass with their beaks?

Went to get me camera but they had gone when I returned. Alfred Hitchcock has nothing on this place! Haha!

Did very little of worth or value today at all – moped, read, watched TV… idle sod!

Took me medications and spent hours trying to get off to sleep.

Hey-ho…