Got a decent kip in last night – which is good ’cause I was well shattered!
I realised I’d missed off one of me Whoopsiedangleplops from yesterdays diary, here it is:
The Orange X is where I caught the L 8 bus at the flats thinking it went to the City Centre, it is also where I got off the bus after it did its anti-clockwise circular route back to the flats!
So I walked back to Carrington instead.
Later I found out there was another bus, an L9 that does go to town from the flats, but only one an hour, Mon to Fri from 0933 t0 1633hrs, Saturdays only four buses between 1031 and 1630hrs and none on s Sunday – not very good for getting about then from these flats?
Took me medications with some orange juice and did a bit of Facebooking.
The shoulder/back is still sore but I think less so than yesterday.
Got to stay in today, in case Steve from Age UK calls with any news about the Colville Court flats, and I can make me way to meet him quicklyish if viewing possible today – if I go out sometimes I cannot hear the mobile ringing with traffic or any noise about me.
Started this diary off on the new laptop when I got down, and made a cuppa.
Thought of feeding the pigeons but they were outnumbered by the preying cats under all the cars.
Did some graphicalisationing – the Steve rang.
He’s kindly arranged for us to go to see the flats tomorrow – he’ll ring about 1200hrs to let me know the time to meet him there.
Now I can get missen washed and brushed up and go to Morrison’s see if they have owt appealing, must not buy owt I don”t need though. (Oh yes you say, we’ve heard that before?)
So, no longer housebound – I abluted and set off for the bus to town and get another bus out to Morrison’s.
The City centre was busy when I arrived.
Walked around the corner and waited for a number 5 or 8 bus out to Gamston’s Morrison shop.
I love me free pensioners bus-pass!
The wind was getting up a tad on the way as I noticed the trees a-blowing in it like.
twisted wrongly or moved – Tsk!
Arrived at the store and set off to look for the Walls BBQ sausages on offer from £2.50 down to £1.
Found them and took the last four packs from the freezer.
As I came out the wind was even worse, and just managed to miss the bus.
Still one came along 15 minutes later.
I’d bought only light stuff along with the sausages so as not to risk pulling on me wound. Marmite Crisps and Oddities bikkies.
Back to ttown and caught bus to Carrington.
Enroute me phone made a noise and I checked it – a message from the Surgery confirming me 15.45 appointment tomorrow to have me wound cleaned and re-plastered. This caused me some concern, because the hand written note on me card looked like 13.45… oh dear.
So I called in the GP surgery (Getting like a second home this is – wonder if they might put me up? Hehe!) to confirm the time. It is 1545hrs.
When I came out the wind was really belting at a pace.
Back to the pit and changed the time of this appointment on me diary.
Decided tonight would be sausages in tomatoes that I added oregano, basil and Rosemary too.
Hope it tastes alright?
It were grand it was. Rated it 8.5/10.
Them new sausages are marvellous!
Bit of bother with the haemorrhoids bleeding when I woke up after 15 minutes kip. Soon cleaned missen up and nodded off again.
Yee-haaa – got some sleep in last night without waking up too often too! Oddly I have no traces of any dreams in my mind?
The cramps in the legs I got last night were still there occasionally for a while throughout the morning. Huh!
The stinging from the wound seemed a bit less this morning. (Until I caught it on the wall when I lost me balance putting me socks on – Tsk!)
Made a cuppa and laptop started. Took me medications.
Sent some happy birthday messages out while I thought of it like, in case on the day I’m under anaesthetic or something like that. Debbie Taylor’s birthday on Thursday – I hope it all goes happily smoothly and is fun for her.
Should get me second Tesco delivery today and then I have to meet Steve from Age UK at the flats to view them. I haven’t heard anything back from the Guinness people yet about me application for the home at Colville Court yet? Don’t bode well does it? I’m not looking forward to the treck up Winchester Street though.
Hell of a struggle getting up that damned hill. Although during the day there is a local mini-bus that runs every so often into the flats and around the other streets eventually getting to into town.
I’m not too keen on the thought of moving there even if I get accepted. The place smells a bit off like, tobacco and alcohol fumes lingered when I visited it the other week, along with a strange sweet smell I could not identify? But Steve wanted to have a look so he can gain some knowledge on them for other old folk he helps.
Tesco delivery came on time. I got an email later telling it it was delayed?
The pack of ten quick cook sausages that could be done in the microwave arrived, I got two packs as they were on offer from £2.50 down to £1 each pack but only for a limited time like. Little bargain hunter me!
Could not resist putting a couple in the microwave oven and trying them.
They looked good, smelt good and didn’t taste too bad at all.
But I would never pay full price for them.
Rating: 7/10
Couldn’t put the stuff away properly so just got frozen in the freezer and fresh in the fridge, others left in bags all over the shop – Tsk!
The throat and voice are still bad, started coughing and sneezing too now. Oh dear!
Did some Facebooking while I waited to get ready for me walk into Sherwood and up that flipping hill to the flats to meet Steve.
Steve phoned, he’s going to ring the Guinness Trust to see if we call view the flat today. He’ll get back to me.
I noticed when I Googled it on Street view, they had a To Let sign up – but of course I don’t know when the scene was taken?
Set off on me walk to Woodthrorpe to meet Steve.
In St Johns graveyard was a woman with her five dogs playing ball. Very respectful I thought that.
Plodded onto and up Mansfield Road – nice weather and very little wind today.
Several Nottingham Pavement cyclists encountered en-route… again!
Into Sherwood and up to Winchester Street and set off up the hill of hills.
As I slowly made me way up, I looked down a side
street, Cavendish Vale I think it was, and got a view of one of the high-Rise blocks of flats, Woodthorpe Court I think, that I was on me way to have a look at.
The last part of the hike was not easy as the roadway got a lot steeper as I approached the flats.
I arrived and sat on a bench reading me book to await the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
He arrived and we a chat about things related to me failed home-hunting for a while.
We went over and met Susan the lady from City Homes and she told us there was one double bedroomed flat in Winchester Court, and one single in Woodthorpe Court that I could make a ‘Bid’ for.
Woodthorpe Court
We had a look at the double, and it was in a right state. Then we moved to Woodthorpe Court to have a look at the single flat on the 16th floor of the 19 floor complex.
I liked the layout of the kitchen, and the views, although all obscured a tad by the Anti-pigeon netting, were amazing.
After talking with Steve he decided I should put in a bid for the flat and Susan said she would do it for me later in the day.
Steve agreed I should still have a look at the Guinness flats at Colville Court. Although I have heard nothing back from them – Steve said he would phone them and see what the situation was and if we could visit to see them. He’ll let me know later.
Steve went off, he offered to give me a lift home but the wound on me back made me than him but decline his offer.
Walked home, took longer than I thought it would.
Had me nosh of baked spuds, tomatoes, Marmite cheese, BBQ chicken and microwave sausages.
Got some kip in last night at last – broken up with waking in pain everytime I twisted wrongly or moved – Tsk!
A strange band of cloudless sky on the horizon this morning?
Made a cuppa.
Laptop on and set about doing me posts for the League of Mental Men on Wodpress.
Took me medications.
After a few hours I’d got them done and dusted like.
Then some progress with me trying to learn how to get out of the Windows page on the new laptop! I found a page on Google search that informed me: Press Windows icon + D to exit – it works! Hurrah!
Finished yesterday’s Diary and got that posted.
Did some Facebooking and enjoyed that.
Decided to marinate me beans for later. Tried a slightly different recipe this time:
I hope it comes out alright. I plan to have some bacon and sausage with it – and wholemeal bread of course.
I think the shoulder is starting to get better, as the urge to scratch it is getting harder to resist.
The sore throats getting no better, but the voice is.
Started doing this diary up.
Got a good wash and scrub-up, and left for the surgery, feeding the pigeons en-route.
I arrived and booked missen in with the receptionist lassie.
The nurse came and collected me – she has always reminded me of a Nazi concentration camp leader yer know. (Only joking – honestly)
By the time we’d walked to her surgery, about 20 seconds – she had made me aware that: She is only allowed seven minutes with each patient – I was to hurry and get me things off for her to do me INR test and I must not keep on gaining weight! (Didn’t know I had?)
She talked her way through the procedure and told me to hold the cotton wool on the vein she’d just used to extract a bit of blood from.
As she was inputting things on the computer I bravely told her about the receptionist cancelling me CHD checks and making it for the next day along with me stitches to be taken out appointment.
She gleefully changed all the appointment around and made one pro-tem one for me.
Thursday 18 June – Wound dressings to be checked and changed..
Monday 22 June – Pro-Tem INR checks according to todays results when they come back.
Thursday 18 June – Wound dressing to be checked and redone.
Friday 19 June – Clinic to see if the new cortisone injections are working.
Wednesday 24 June – Wound stitches to come out. Oh joy!
Thursday 2 July – CDH starvation-health checks to be done.
A stiff lecture about not doing anything too physical and I was bundled out of the door. Leaving them a bag of nibbles on me way out.
Wandered down to Lidl and had a look around. Got two lemon cheesecakes, a tin of potatoes and a lemon curd yoghurt.
As I left to walk back, I observed a group of four yobboes lurking near the cut-through again, so I took the long route avoiding contact with them.
Better safe than sorry I thought.
Got in and stirred me marinading beans, WC’d and made a cuppa.
Then got totally lost trying find out why the laptop had started asking for passwords when it started? And also failed to find a way of stopping it doing so. Another two hours wasted. Huh!
Took some stuff out to the bins and regretted doing so when the wound played up.
Put the medical appointment on me Google diary, so they should show up on me windows mobile?
Made me nosh and devoured it!
Sat up to avoid catching me wound to read me book and….
The cramps came on suddenly – Ooooh, argh…. eeck! followed by an elongated earrrrggghhh! when I twisted withpain and caught be wound… ah-well.
I think I must have woke-up more times than I fell asleep last night. (Hehe – it seems like it anyway)
The stinging from the would is worse than yesterday?
Good job I’m going to the GP Nurse tomorrow for me INR Warfarin level test, so I can mention this to her.
Wet gloomy morning!
Drizzly and cold this morning.
Afraid I can’t do anything physical at the moment.
Brother-in-law Pete say’s he is alright and has no pain? Fair enuf I had a much larger area of flesh cut out than he did, but it makes me feel like a wimp! Tsk!.
It feels red-hot and oh so tender at the moment, and of course I don’t know if it is bleeding or not. I’d look fine going up to a stranger and asking them to take a look at me wound! Haha!
Made a cuppa and took me medications. Laptop on and started this diary off.
Spent some time trying to find out how to get me Outlook.com mail icon on me desktop in Windows 8.1 without any luck. I did find three suggestions on the web, but none of them worked?
Can’t seem to concentrate this morning.
Had a session on Facebook.
Had a scrub-up and set off on me walk into the City Centre.
Not many folks about yet, bit early for em perhaps.
Entered Victoria Centre feeding the pigeons on me way like.
Out the other end and had a walk about fer a while.
Took a photo from the walk-over above Upper Parliament Street.
Almost abandoned yet.
Wondered down to the slab square and window shopped for a while.
A feeling of rain to come in the air was predominant I thought.
With the rain from yesterday, the fountains in the slab square were like torrents.
The pain from the back/shoulder made me decide to return to the flea-pit. And the angina was getting worse too. Huh!
I walked around and up from the square through the ground floor of Victoria Mall calling in the EE shop and asked a bloke it he could help me download the EE app for me phone.
I’m more confused now than ever. I tried to remember all the information he gave me but…
Then off to the bus stop.
Feeling a bit weary now.
Caught bus back to Carrington.
Got in and tried the things I thought the bloke at the EE shop had told me, but hey-ho… No luck!
Tired now, so I think I’ll have an early nosh and try to get me head down and somehow avoid catching me wound.
Simple nosh tonight.
Rated: 7.2/10.
Took me evening medivations, then gobbled up me nosh and managed to drift off to kip for an hour and a half.
Woke wide awake, thought it was morning.
Then finished this diary off.
Did some Facebooking.
Must remember the GP surgery appointment with the nurse tomorrow at 1240hrs. I’d like to take some things to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop too – have to see how the wound is afore I decide.
No sleep really last night – every time I moved it seemed to catch, pull or press against the wound and the stinging was painful. I’ll probably nod-off involuntary at some stage today – as I do not intend to go out at all.
Got me deliveries coming from Iceland and Tesco today.
I’d planned to start packing the long life stuff in bags ready to take with me when I move to a flat – but it would be too painful at the moment with the Cancer wound and angina both vying for the place as lead pain-maker of the day. Hehehe!
Made a cuppa and took bags out to the bin. Raining a bit windy at the moment (0455hrs).
Took me medications. Yesterday when they took me INR Warfarin level before doing the surgery the level had dropped somewhat – so I took half a Warfarin and an Codiene extra.
Finished yesterdays diary and got it posted.
Spent a few hours trying to get into the workings of the Serif Draw x6 graphics package. Didn’t get very far though – so complicated compared to others, but it does have decent bitmap options, when I learn how to use them properly like.
Wasted time there then.
Managed to learn how to save names to numbers and delete messages on the Nokia Lumia 635 – the battery in it seems to run down rather quickly though.
Marinating Nosh
Now awaiting the arrival of the Iceland delivery.
I phones Janet (Sister) and Pete, had a chin-wag.
I marinated some baked beans and potatoes in a dish ready to cook and have later.
The deliveries came and I tried to sort them out but had to leave them, too painful at the moment.
Inchcocks Hearing-aid de-coking, cleaning and tube fitting kit put to use today
Thinking what I could be doing and me hearing-aids in need of a de-coke, clean and re-tubing I decided to do just that. Normally a half hour job at most… but not today.
Today the Whoopsiedangleplops returned in my efforts to carry out this task. I’ll explain:
The cleaning and de-coking went well – Not. Confidence returning to me here, getting a bit cocky with it eh?
I only had four tubes left and thought ‘I’d better be careful not to waste any here… Huh! The first left one I angled the flipping tube for the right one when I fitted it – had to pull it out and it was no use to use again.
Very carefully with shaking hands I cut sized and inserted another one. All okay that on then… until I realised I’d somehow managed to lose me pull-througher brush… spent yonks looking for it, but no luck? Oh dear…
To the right one making sure I’d aligned it for the right hearing aid and fitted it – but I’d cut it too short and the tube would go around to me tab-hole. Tsk!
Another tube wasted, no reserves now.
Got the last one fitted alright, at last.
Technical stuff confuses me yer know!
Home-made Curried beans, potatoes, bread and polish sweet-cured ham for nosh, followed by cream cake. Rated 5/10
Made me nosh and fell asleep ‘Heaven!’ for two hours in ten minute portions kept catching the wound. Followed by a fesh cream Horn cake – I don’t remember ordering those from Tesco at all.
“LIE MODE DETECTED!”
I wrote down the different recipe I tried for the beans – threw it away afterwards, eugh!.
Thought about me tasks to get sorted today: Finish yesterdays diary and get it posted (I was just too tired to do it last night), start this diary off, contact the clinic and beg their forgiveness for missing me appointment and make another, contact Steve with update on the Colville housing application… there’s bound to be others.
No one on the street this morning
Cuppa made, and laptop on – email from Guinness saying my application had been forwarded to Chesterfield for consideration.
I’m feeling very heavy eye-lidded this morning. Suppose yesterdays long day of tasks completed didn’t help.
Another cuppa and took me medications.
Can’t get any shredding or sorting done with all these appointments to tend too.
Finished yesterday diary and got it posted. Did some Facebooking.
Had a good bath and scrub-up.
Then off and caught the bus into town, then another out to the QMC treatment centre. Walked round to the back of the compound in into it and up to Cancer treatment section G. Handed in me paperwork and waited until I was called in.
To the waiting room locker and got changed as instructed by the highly intoxicating nurse.
Then taken into the treatment room where they started on removing some of me infected back for analysis.
They took me INR level to make sure it was safe to dig out me infected bits to test first.
It took them well over and hour to sort me out – with me laying on me face as they chatted away about why the doctor had the email of one of the nurses and not the other?
Eventually the stitches were put in, and a massive double pressure pad was applied then a gigantic plaster. When one of the nurses told me the eleven stitches must be protected, I mustn’t do anything physical for four days at least, must go to the GP with the paperwork she gave me to arrange the stitches to come out on the 24th June. If it bled I was to stand against a wall pressing backwards for at least half an hour and summon assistance?
She then took me in the anti-room and gave me a much appreciated cup of tea, telling me to sit there as long as it took for me to feel well enough to wander home.
The bus wot I missed pulling away from the bus stop – never mind eh…Tsk!
I dropped off the paperwork for the receptionist and staggered down the two flights of stair, out and around the compound to the front to catch a bus to town.
I saw one at the bus stop and hastened best I could up the winding path to the same level and just managed to miss it as I drew close it pulled away. Hey-ho!
The Old Guildhall – unused since it closed
When I got off the bus in town, I thought what a shame it was the old Guildhall building was still unused.
A grand looking and character ridden part of old Nottingham.
I imagined a McDonalds, Pay-day loan sharks, one of the £3 a cup coffee shops, Mobile phone companies or maybe a pawnbroker or two might have been interested? Only joking like.
The pain from me back started stinging as the pain-killer began to wear off, and I still felt so tired.
One of any Gits Cycling on the Pavement today
Took a photo through the bus window of one of the many many Nottingham Pavement Cyclist I saw during the day.
I has this idea come to me like – feeling confident that I as about to get a sheltered flat fairly soon, and not being able to carry owt from the shops while the stitches were in – I’d sign up for Tesco on-line and order a load of long-life nosh and cleaners etc and put them into the bags I’ve got ready to take with me. As it turned out, not one of me better ideas at all... more about this later like.
Me visits here are getting a bit too frequent too!
Dropped off the bus and walked to the GP surgery where I gave them the paperwork and explained about needing an appointment on the 24th fer the removal of the stitches. She looked on her computer and said I have an appointment on the 23rd. But none of us knew why? So she moved it to the 24th with the stitches one.
I later found out the 23rd one was for me CHD checks. Must let her know on Monday.
Mansfield Road near the GP surgery
Surprisingly there was not much traffic on Mansfield Road.
That was until I tried to cross the road of course.
So I wobbled painfully up to the pelican lights and as I crossed on the green man, a ruddy Cyclist nearly had me as the idiot didn’t stop on his red lights!
Still flt a little bit giddy and the wound was really stinging now as I made me way back to the flea-pit.
Got in and WC’s, even sitting down is painful.
What a bloomin’ Day!
I decided to sign on the Tesco site and did so successfully. Then put me order in – but when it came to paying – it kept telling me the card was suspended and I had to call the Co-op bank – so at great expense I did.
They informed me the card was not suspended and they had no claims for cash from Tesco?
So I rang the Tesco, so called helpline. (Helpline! Huh!)
The chap eventually after keeping paying for the call for ages – it was suspended now after I’d tried so often to get it accepted.
So I called the Co-op bank again and explained what was occuring – it had been suspended by Visa – (Eventually gawd knows how much must have cost me) she said she would cancel the suspension, but it would talk two hours to clear.
Well pee’d off I rang off and started to update this diary while I waited the two hours to try and pay Tesco again!
What a crap day I’m having! Intense pain, Whoopsidangleplops and try as I might, I don’t seem able to get any decent sleep in – Huh, Tsk and bother!
I just made a cuppa, and it even hurts to lift the cup to me gob… though
I shouldn’t be surprised, it hurts when I do nothing as well. Just a bit worse when I move anything.
I’m dreading it if I sneeze! Hehe
Well, it’s been two hours and ten minutes – so I’ll risk trying to pay Tesco again – Oh dear, here we go…
Gordon Bennet! Had to do a new Tesco password now…
Aha… Success!
The nosh it took me three hours to get round to eating!
That means tomorrow I can at least get some packing of stuff to take with me done… and maybe a bit of shredding too… wound permitting.
YeeHaa!
Better get me nosh done.
Refried means, bacon and sausages.
Unfortunately as I came to shutting down me laptop, I got a message telling me there was an update for Coreldraw 7x – so I thought (I keep doing that recently, thinking… it does me no good yer know!), I’d just download it. It took about 15 minutes… then I was informed it needed a restart to take effect…
The green start screen came on – message on it: Restarting.
That was a hour and a half ago! Not sure if something wrong or is it the installation of the Coreldraw update that’s taking all time?
I seem fated not to get any sleep or eat me nosh.
Well another half hour as gone by now, I’ll go and check it again, hang on please…
No, no luck yet, still the green ‘Restarting’ screen.
Eventually started eating me nosh on me knee waiting for the laptop to finish restarting. It was still good reheated, Excellent taste! Rated 8/10.
Managed to take a photo by painfully distorting my body to get me hand up and behind me to take a photo of me wound dressing to see if I could see any blood leaking. A bonus here I caught a bit of the wound I got on me head when I banged it on the cupboard door. Hey-ho – Carry on regardless!
Struggled to take a photo of me dressing on the surgery wound to see if any blood had leaked out, but couldn’t get a shot of the lower 2/3rd of the dressing. And it toook me over nine attempts to get this one.
Hey-ho.
Had to lay in a contorted position to avoid pressing on it and I consequently got very little sleep again.
The ‘Hand’ statue at the Queens Medical treatment Centre from a previous visit on 21.4.15
Another night of frequent springing awakes with a jump.
I’m certain I had a different dream each time I nodded off again, but can’t recall any of them really – just something about trying to buy an old pipe from Harold Wilson but he wouldn’t sell it to me, I think I was counting money in £. s. d. There was an old ten-bob note in there somewhere too?
When I looked at me Lumia Mobile phone, the message I’d put on me Google Diary to remind myself of the hospital visit for today with Pete was showing. No idea how I did that? But none of the other diary notes were on it?
Had a bash at making me second ‘Inchock: It’s a funny old life’ ode/rhyme/prose/poem for me to post for a few hours. Me mind wasn’t very concentrated though.
Found a new boil coming on me right wrist as I caught it on the desk… Well fancy that!
I searched the web again for sheltered housing in Nottingham. Searched on Accent, ASRA, Longhurst, NCHA, Metrolpitan, Derwent and Tuntum sites without any luck, then went on hte Guinness Trust site and found facility to send the an email inquiring as I was writing finishing this email – I thought to let Steve from Age UK know.
Good job I did too – he’d got a number from them for me to phone asking to fill in an application form on the phone. Not good with my hearing… or lack of, but still. He said for me to try and get a appointment to see the flat (Two available currently) for Tuesday when he is going to meet me at the high-rise council flats to view them.
I rang the number it asked me to press option 1 – but could I find out how to access the number pad on the phone? Huh! Rang off and fiddled with it to find out, and rang them back again. Of course I couldn’t make out half what the bloke was saying – but I think he said after I explained everything he’s going to send me an email with the form on to be filled in and returned.
I’ll have a look now see if it’s come… Yes it’s here now…
Took me over an hour trying to get it filled in saved and posted to the email. First off I could only save the original and lost all what I’d filled in – Huh! Then I went into the green windows screen on me second attempt and couldn’t get back to me desktop – so had to restart. Double huh!
Eventually got it (The one sent to fill in) onto PDF and filled it in for the third time saving it as PDF file and loaded it as a file attachment at last to the email. Thanked them and sent it off. What a pa-lava!
Well mentally drained now – and I’ve got to go with Peter in an hour to the hospital yet, in case he has any adverse effects reactions to the medications like, and he don’t like hospitals much bless him.
Steve from Age UK and Donald from Guiness might both be calling later on the mobile, so I must make sure the phone is near me ears all the time.
Through Town to meet Pete at his bus-stop
Got myself cleaned up and bussed to town to meet Pete a his bus-stop.
Being a tad early I called into the EE shop and asked an assistant if it was possible to block my voice messages as I can’t hear them anyway.
Nottinghomians in the summer wear today – crossing the lights against the red of course…
Many of the staff discussed this between themselves and one said i’d have to contact customer services while another toyed with the phone and blocked them?
Met Pete and we had a chin-wag of sort, both of us being a bit deaf like.
Caught the bus to the QMC and walked to the treatment centre at the back of the compound.
Pete and “The Hand of Help”
When we arrived Pete was interested in the aluminium so called artwork of the hand.
We went in and pete handed his paperwork in and we sat down to await being called in.
Which was only about 5 minutes and well before the appointed time – they even let me go into a waiting room and have a cup of tea from the machine.
View from the waiting room window
Pete was seen to quickly and about half an hour later he returned.
I took a photo of the view from the window while waiting.
Pete looking good as he left the QMC
Sample taken for diagnosis and a pressure pad applied. He’s to go to his GP for the stitches to be removed later and await the results. I assume I’ll be going through the same tomorrow when it’s my turn for the same treatment?
Took a photo of Pete, looking good as we made our way to the bus-stop to return to the City Centre.
We were soon dropping off the bus in town, and he traffic was horrendous. Well it would be as it was the rush-hour now.
I was well drained and tired by then.
As we alighted the bus I noticed some blood on Pete’s back coming from the dressing through his shirt. Only a little bit, but told him so he could have Janet check it out when he got home like.
I decided that trying catch a bus would be too hassle-ridden and decided to walk home to back to Carrington.
Pete thanked me for going with him and said cheerio and we parted.
Pete could not do the same for me tomorrow as he was going with Sister Jane to the City Hospital for her cancer checks.
On the walk home from town
We ain’t much of a family are we? We’re using up all the NHS resources between the three of us. Hahaha!.
I set off on me walk through town and up Mansfield Road.
The youngsters form the colleges were out and about with their flesh showing early as the set off on the prowl for entertainment of some sort.
Wearily I plodded on, feet and knees aching, so tired.
Nosh. Chips, bacon, roasted onions and bread thins – and the last of me Lemon cheesecakes.
I made it to Carrington and was tempted by the smells from the chip shop into buying a bag of chips and on to the dump.
Too weary to do any diarying or owt else I made me nosh and fell asleep.
Thinking about tomorrow and my turn for the Treatment centre.
Oh, knucklewhoopsiedangles! I’ve forgot about the clinic visit! Tsk!
Woke at 0530hrs, Porcelain visitation a lot easier this morning.
In the dreams I’d had, one about Patti Berkert I could remember bits of: Patti, Lynton and I were in a giant teepee – Patti wearing exotic native Indian head-wear telling me off for something or other, Lynton kept hitting me with a purple coloured bamboo cane whenever I spoke… inside with us were a giant typewriter, an artists easel and a Monopoly game? That’s all I can recollect. But it gave an the idea for a graphic for Patti. Which I managed to get done later and posted this off to Facebook and Patti.
Down, laptop on, made a cuppa, fed the pigeons and took me morning medications and changed me dressing, managing with ultimate ease to bang missen on the head on the corner of the cupboard door – I believe I might have swore! Oh poetry!
Started this diary off and did header in Coreldraw x7.
Then I worked on something I’ve been planning for ages now – a graphicalisation of Patti Bekert in Native Indian clobber. This took three hours, up to now, but I really wanted to do it and hope cross-fingered that Patti likes it.
I’ve put Lynton on this version being as he had the nerve to come into me dreams… Tsk!
As I was finishing off the graphic making new pains shot across me chests – I don’t think it’s the angina this time. My reflux valve that is normally protruding has disappeared from view and feel as well, no lumpy extrusion? Just a sight or feel of any raised bits?
Today I must go to the GP surgery to book me INR Warfarin blood level test with the surgery nurse, and take some nibbles to the Launderette gal. Thursday going to the hospital with Pete to have his skin cancer cut out and tested again. Friday it’s my turn to have the same at the same place. Friday I must also go to the City Homes and Guinness Homes in search of sheltered housing at a price I can afford.
I’d better get myself ready now, and get off. Spit and polish time then…
It’s the first time I’ve passed the St Johns graveyard during the day and found no dogs in it – thought I’d mention it like.
Plodded on to the GP surgery where I asked the receptionist for an appointment early on Tuesday so I could keep me appointment with Steve from Age UK Concern about viewing the flats available.
After much ado, I settled for one on the Monday (A day early like)
Nipped to the launderette and gave the gal her nibbles.
Then, off to the bus-stop to go to town…
Oh dear oh dear oh dear! No bus-pass in me pocket and the zip on the pocket was down!
A quickish hobble back to the dump and search for it was fruitless!
So, I walk into town was called for in an effort to see if it has been handed into the City Transport Travel centre, where I got it from in the first place.
So off down Mansfield Road and through the City Centre and to South Parade where the centre is.
A little further on, and this young git of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually caught my left arm/shoulder as he belted by me!
They keep coming don’t they! Tsk!
I don’t think he even knew he’s done it as he just carried on threatening the other pedestrians as he disappeared into the distance.
Down and across into Clinton Street and bravely through the milling crowds I continued on me quest.
Down and around the back of the Nottingham Council House, and right onto South Parade and down to the City Transport offices to see if me bus-pass had been handed in and how to get a new one if not.
It’s near the tram stop and Betfred bookies, just passed the pub.
I went in and explained the situation to the lady, who took me details and checked to see if it had been handed in.
It hadn’t – and I asked her if I should try the Transport Centre in Broadmarsh. She said “No point, they usually get handed in here, and we can do nothing about re-issuing you with one until 48 hours has passed from your losing it!” I explained that it was over 24 hours now – but she didn’t seem too interested and told me call back in a day.
So I poddled down to Broadmarsh anyway, being stubborn and worried like.
En route there was a five man street entertainment band giving out some jazz near Marks & Spencers.
Had things not been so hectic and me worried about me bus-pass I might have donated a bit and stopped to listen to them.
I got to Broadmarsh bus-station and into the Transport centre there.
I explained things to the lady there – and she said there would be a £10 replacement charge if I needed one, and took me details and went to check.
She has lovely smile on her face when she returned – with the Bus-Pass!
Someone had handed it in – boy was I glad! Good job I didn’t take the advice from the other woman on South parade innit?
Me feet and knees were hurting badly now – but somehow I didn’t mind.
I limped back through to the City Centre slab square and waited for a tram so I could go to Bulwell to see if they had any cheapo microwave sausages in stock yet.
I was going to take photo of a family playing in the fountains.
But being as another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came into view, I took her instead.
Swiped me treasured Bus-pass on the machine and waited the arrival of the tram.
Not never seen owt like it when it arrived – I nearly got mangled in the flood of aggressive passengers storming it to get on! Cor blimey, talk about risky business!
I got into Bulwell and visited some shops that might have had the sausages in stock that I wanted, but no.
I took a Bling photo for the folk on TFZ.
Then back to the bus station and caught the bus home to Carrington.
A few yobs lurking now the better weather is here. Tsk!
WC’d made a cuppa, and marinated me baked beans with Patti’s curried bean additions ready for me nosh of beans and bacon later.
Updated me Google diary with the appointments I’d made during the day.
Then updated this ‘ere diary.
Aching legs and feet, but so happy to and grateful to whoever handed in me bus-pass.
Got up to make a cuppa and boy did I have a dizzy spell – alright now, but I must inform the nurse on Monday about the increase in severity and frequency of these.
By gum I enjoyed me nosh tonight!
Varied the ingredients in the curried beans a bit this time:
1 pinch curry powder – Worcestershire sauce – half teaspoon Unrefined brown sugar – black pepper – BBQ Tomato ketchup – sultanas – basil and caramelised red onion relish. Not bad at all. Rated it: 8/10. Mind you, the bacon was Gammon misshapes this time.
Going upstairs had a dizzy at the top and I went over. All okay though, banged me elbow that’s all. I’m hoping there will be no more Whoopsiedangleplops for a while now.
