Inchcock – Sat 26th Jan 2019: Another Hectic, busy, Wee-weeing day. Tsk!

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Saturday 26th January 2019

Croatian: Subota, 26. siječnja 2019

23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.

wd 0.0.30 An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.

Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!

All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.

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6sat02The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!

wd 0.0.30 I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?

6sat08wd 0.0.30 I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?

These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe! 

I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.

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Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress. 

6sat11One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.

Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.

I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 6sat120805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!

As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.

But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.

Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.

I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.

6sat13As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!

Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.

I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.

Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.

6sat20Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.

I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!

Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.

During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.

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I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.

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6sat26Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!

The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.

The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.

6sat26aWhen I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.

I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try 6sat27and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.

Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.

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5fri33I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a  good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!

6sat28I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.

As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!

6sat29wd 0.0.30 I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!

We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.

Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!

6sat30Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.

It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)

Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.

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Inchcock – Mon 10 Dec 2018: Up and down sort of day. Nattered to the Mallards and fed ’em. With the worst meal of the century ensuring a bad ending to Monday

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The staff that Willmott Dixon takes on? Hehe!

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Monday 10th December 2018

Ukrainian: Понеділок, 10 грудня 2018 р

1Mon05a00:55hrs: Awoke with great reluctance to stay awake, let alone consider the possibility of dragging my body with its volumingargantuan stomach, out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner! After a few minutes of argy-bargy with my will-power, and having the brain point out to me that I am almost out of clean clothes and need to get the laundry done; With recalcitrantness, I forced myself into sloth-like activity and got up.

WD 51.0.0 As I was doing so, first I spotted a Weevil on the watch strap, got the camera to take a picture of the damned thing, then saw another one climbing up my leg!

I made these pictures on the left of the spotty Muldoon left hand, showing how I think, the red blobs are now getting lighter and fewer over the last three days?

I went straight to the spare room and gathered the bag of laundry and required appurtenances, had an SSWW. Got dressed and down to the laundry room.

WD 51.0.0 Where I found that both spin dryers were in use. Neither washing machine was in use or even felt warm or wet inside the drums. This, of course, meant if I did my short wash, they might not be finished before I needed them. Frustrated, I swore under my breath and returned to the flat in a right niggly mood!

Took the outer clothes off, I may well have been tempted to kick the cat if I had one. Joking! Hehe!

Still, on the bright side, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had both departed from yesterday’s attacks and was leaving me alone.

1Mon01I set about carrying out the Health Checks.

When I got around to creating this post, I was tickle-pink with how accidentally I’d got the lens and camera in the reflection on the top part of the sphygmomanometer.

Which needed three tries, for it to work for me.

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This morning’s reading s were far better than the weekend’s first tests. I made a brew, took the medications and got the computer going and updated lasts weeks and today’s Health Checklists on Excel.

No demands for the Porcelain Throne yet today? There were many cases of SSWW visits, though.

I set about updating the terrible tribulation troubles of the Sunday diary. Got it finished off and posted to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section, and read a comment, I’d have more, but only the one came in. Haha!

I considered going back down to see if the laundry machines were free, but felt too idle, lazy and irritated to bother.

An SSWW was taken, made another brew and got on with beginning this post.

WD 51.0.0 The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived (better late than never!), and off I trundled. Just one EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) spotted in there. I’d love to know what their attack plans are, cause they keep catching me out every day almost!). The evacuation was a mix of coal-7Sun35anuggets and sloppy content. But, the after-aroma was mephitic and nauseating, to put it mildly, even to me! Cor Blimey!

I reckon I can blame last night’s seasoned home-made beans for the putrescent smell? I might leave out the garlic next time I try to make anything like this again.

1Mon07aAnother SSWW, I must get a spare bucket!

I checked the weather to see if it looked like rain for my planned mini-hobble.

WD 51.0.0 The rain dripped in along the bottom of the unwanted new light and view-blocking window frame as I opened it to take a picture of the Nottingham lights. I had to dry the electric night storage heater, the window ledge, the floor and myself. It looked a little cloudy, and they seemed to be moving quickly. I checked on Google for today’s forecast. 46º Fahrenheit, 10% chance of precipitation, humidity 89%, wind 6mph. So I reckon I can get out to take some photographs, feed the Mallards and have a decent little hobble later.

Got the ablutions tended to. Just one Weevil seen in the wet room, but he/she was dead. Things were looking up, Weevil-War-wise?

After a good shave, teggies were done, showering, ear-hole-freeing-of-wax, and medicationalisationalistic duties were all performed, I felt a lot better in myself.

Sorted three black bags of waste and one large white bag of recyclable materials and wrapped them up. Took the small bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them. Back to the flat, and started ferreting about making sure I had left nothing that should be off, and mutatis mutandis, thing off, that should be on. I think? Hehe! All looked good, taps, stove, lights doors etc. checked.

Got the shopping bag with the Mallard food, pigeon fodder, hearing aid batteries, umbrella, nibbles and Christmas pressies to hand out, crossword book, notepad, and spare glasses in it. The pockets held the bus-pass, bank card, pens, camera, mobile phone, and £32,150.00 in spending money… Only jesting!

1Mon07cLocked up and down to the lobby. No one was about.

As I departed, Some more of the Willmott Dixon fencing had been removed. They must be getting close to finishing the outside of Woodthorpe Court, now.

I took this shot of the frontage of the 45 flatted new Winwood Extra Care block and Stabsfeldwebeless Wardens Nuclear Fallout Shelter and Stun-Gun safe, and Holding Cells, block. Hahaha! They seem to be making decent progress on it now.

I greeted a few of the Willmott Dixon lads as I passed on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 

Angel Gould, Olympic Arbitration Champion, financial advisor to Angelina Jolie and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander was passing in her Rolls Royce and stopped to talk to me. She would talk to me later in the hut.

I got inside the Portakabin. I made my way to see Generalleutnantess Warden Deana and
Generaloberstess Warden Julie. We spoke about…
Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.

Many tenants arrived, and I managed to get a few laughs and little chinwags.

Angel Gould, Catwalk Model, Trainer for the Olympic bob slay team, and Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenführeress Patch Commander came in, and we spoke. But I won’t mention that she has kindly requested an NCHs Pest Control chap to call and see me later about the EIBWBBBs

I joined the gang at the bus stop as both buses arrived. Everyone got off in Sherwood, apart from Doreen and myself. I dropped in Daybrook and made my way to the Arnot Hill Municipal Park, and went to have a natter with and feed the Mallards and pigeons. Here are the photos I took of the birds.

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I’m out of food for them again now. Must get some more if time tomorrow after, or before, the blood test. Which has been set for 10:20hrs, most annoying.

1Mon16Said cheerios to the Mallards, which tickle the people nearby me. Hehe! And have a hobble into Arnold.

I thought their version and idea of a Christmas tree was, well… Crap!

I looked in the Chambers’ butchers to see if they had any of their home-made roast belly pork slices. It was evident to me that the stuff on show was from yesterday, and fatty too. So I carried on and called into the Boyes store to see if they had any of foot spray on the shelves. Nope! So I pressed on and called in the Iceland store. I came out with a jar of red onion caramelised chutney and a pack of smoked ham offcuts.

1Mon17 I hobbled along to the Asda Walmart store.

Where I did get carried away a bit. Tsk! I came out much later with Cheapo strawberry jelly and custard desserts. Fire & Smoke Texan Hot Dogs with Chilli coriander and pimento. Expensive but tasty in the extreme, and they had a good use by date of 02.03.2019! Seasoned potato slices. Ready-sliced mushrooms. Finally, some cheesy topped rolls. Which I plan to have 1Mon20(the cheesy rolls) with the offcuts of smoked ham, tomatoes, gherkins and a boiled egg perhaps. But, of course, it is a long way off yet, so things can change.

A bit like Brexit! Humph!

The cheesy topped roll looked appealing and felt nice and soft into the bargain.

1Mon18I paid at normal serviced check out, and hobbled with the two bags up to the bus stop.

By the time the bus arrived there was a decent crowd that had joined me.

When the L9 arrived, and we all got on, the weather kept changing from bright to gloomy on the route back to the flats.

1Mon19I took this picture through the bus window, just before we arrived in Sherwood.

Angela and Roy, Shirley and Bob got on the bus there.

We were all soon back at the ever-changing Winwood Heights complex. Typically, many folks would make their way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Reprimanding Inchcock Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where a patient queue would form to utilise the services of the WC.  But not today. They were advised that the workmen will be digging up the ground outside all day, to find the cause of the leak. I had to smile at this, sorry.

I walked to the apartments with Angela and Roy, inside a lovely natter was had twixt us with Mo and Olive joining in. Handed out some nibbles, then I made my way up to the flat.

Nosh put away and got on updating this blog, until…

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1Mon21Fed-up, I gave up and got the meal ready.

WD 51.0.0 Oh, dear and what a shame. The plate of fodder looked good and smelt good. But flavourwise, it was a bit of a calamity for my gustatory organs.

The tomatoes were bitter, the beetroots had the taste and texture of what I imagine ball bearings would have, and the cheesy cobs were unstimulatingly insipid. Only the smoked ham offcuts were really eatable with any modicum of enjoyment. Thus, a Flavour-Rating of 3.5/10 for this much left on the plate, effort. Grumph!

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The skies still continued to go from dark to light. The photographicalisations above were taken about five minutes between each other.

The weariness dawned on me, concentration shot to pieces. However, I did remember to do an EIBWBBB patrol and spraying session.

Now this, I found amazing. I did not come across a single Weevil dead or alive anywhere! Had they been told of Opera singer, Oberführeress Angela’s plan to organise and despatch a Nottingham City Homes Pest Control Operative to the flat? Hehehe! Mayhap they are in the process of moving to a safer environment in another apartment? Or, is it another of their cunning schemes to fool me? Mmm?

1Mon25I went to get a drink of the spring water and lemon cordial, and the sky was now looking beautiful.

Red Sky at Night – Shepherds Delight!

I settled down with a handfull of jelly babies and the drink, on the £300 second-hand recliner. I perused what was on the box, and found a couple of programmes I really fancied watching… Huh! Zzzz!

A Photographic Visit to see Old pussies Fooey, Albert, Sister Jane and Hubby Pete (Jane’s hubby, not mine! Hehe!)

Fooey consuming his fodder

Fooey having consumed his nosh!

Fooey with that “Anymore please” look. Bless him!

Jane and Pete trying to get Fooey to pose!

Jane, looking good, picking her figs, drink in hand!

Albert, unimpressed with being a photographic model!

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Albert threatening the birds – and Humans! Hehe!

Wish someone had told me the hen was a fake. Hehe!

The old pensioner caught Tree-Hugging again!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 23rd July 2017 – Not well, our inchy today. Tsk!

Sunday 23rd July 2017

Afrikaans: Sondag 23 Julie 2017

0420hrs: Woke, rather pleased there were no signs of crumbs, nibbles or any nibbling having taken place on the chair or my wobbly body in my sleep this time. But the mind soon went AWOL on me. What day is it? Why are the remote controls for the DVD and TV laying with the cup I had the orange juice in on the carpet feet away? How did I get the lump on top of my head? Does it matter?

A good few minutes were spent trying to sort out what I was actually trying to work out! I felt alright mentally at the losing of my thought trends and going off on multiple-tangents, threads and unrelated concerns?

Soon, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun joined with this new confusion and lack of concentration in attacking my poor logicality and brain. Blimey, did I say that? Hehe! And I had not got out of the £300 second-hand recliner yet?.

When I did move physically to free my overweight bouncy body from the recliner, a warm wet sensation from the rear quarters guided me in the direction of the Porcelain Throne, with some haste and in trepidation.

Got in and inspected the problem; Oh, dearie me. Little Inchies lesion was bleeding as well as Haemorrhoid Harold. Most disappointing about Little Inchy that has not suffered like this for months now and suddenly starts again! Hope this will not stop the planned surgery for August. Getting depressed and pitiable moroseness with every thing now.

Cleaned things up and applied the Daktacort, Haemocane directly and Germolene on the outside. Washed me and the surfaces and had a heavy duty session on the Throne that thankfully, did not make things any worse.

Into the kitchen then spare-room and took these photographs from the windows.

Dizzy Dennis in attendance still.

But feeling alright physically, I set about doing the new pill boxes in readiness for next week.

Health Checks carried out: Sys: 178, Dia: 75, Pulse: 91, Temp 35.6 and the weight I’m afraid, the second highest of the year at 14.82… Grumph!

Finished off the Saturday Diary and got it posted.

Email checks and WordPress reading followed. The concentration was not right.

Another visit needed, and I checked on Little Inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold, no new bleeding. Phew!

Went to take the medications and make a brew of tea. The skies had changed as the day dawned.

Anne Gyna kicked off as I bent down to retrieve a dropped tea bag from the kitchen floor.

So I took an extra Codeine 60g and felt guilty when I returned the packet to the drawer of medications and the state of it!

But I didn’t feel confident that I would do anything about it while I felt so pessimistic, sorry for myself and depressed with things at the moment. I was right, Tsk!

Got the hearing aids in and dropped a battery as I did so. Not seen it since!

Made a start on this diary.

Had a bash on Facebook, think I might be cheering up a bit now?

A few hours doing work on the TFZer graphic.

Sister Jane rang, it seems that Brother-in-law Pete has been feeling poorly too. Ah well, hope he’s alright. He sounded it, but you never know? I’ll ring him them later. His illness made Jane so tired looking after him. May have two to worry about.

Got the oven warmed up ready for the vegetable Lasagne and chips to go in later when it warms sufficiently.

The rumbling innards have now joined in the ‘Let’s make Inchcock feel even poorlier’ attack, with the other ailments. Hehe!

Hard work doing the graphicalisationing today, but proudly I got it finished, saved and posted to the TFZ site and their Facebook album.

Did some Facebooking while it cooked, then had a look at the TV magazine to see what is on for me to fall asleep trying to watch. Haha!

Got the fodder served up.

Vegetable lasagne, oven chips, garden peas. Chinese mushrooms, wild mushrooms, apple and continental brown bread.

Fell asleep eating it!

Cleared the gone-cold mess up off of me and the £300 second-hand recliner, and washed the pots.

Settled again to not watch some TV, cause I nodded off again on the first set of commercials that came on. Tsk!

Woke around midnight. Oddly feeling a lot better?

Inchcock – Tuesday 20th June 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop – Lost the hearing aids. Tsk!

Tuesday 20th June 2017

Belarusian: Аўторак 20 чэрвеня 2017

0400hrs: Woke up, recalling some bits of a dream and scribbled it down quickly on the notepad. From my younger days, Suzie my first love (Well, my only one really), Chrissie, a wondrously attractive gal from ‘Down our terrace’ and Dad were in this one, I could not see me though, it was like I was just watching things as they progressed? I think Sister Jane came into it at times, to tell me where and what to look for? The back yard, Chrissie’s family dog Rover, appeared, burning ashes came down from the train above on the viaduct. Memories (Happy ones mostly) raced into and out of mind at a fast rate, like fast forwarding a tape or DVD? Pondered on them for ages.

0455hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty session, but failure was in the air (Just wind, Hehe!) Had a wee-wee, though.

Did the health checks: Sys148, Dia 80, Pulse 101, Temp 35.6 and Weight 14.7 The pulse rate was exceptionally high, never had it so big before?

The computer on and sent Email to Sister Jane, with the photo of the funny shapes on the tummy. Told her I could make it tomorrow (Wednesday) all being well, to get out to visit them. Fingers crossed she can accommodate me. I’m sure she told me on the phone that she would be in on Wednesday. (Well, somewhat sure, Tsk!)

Another attempted Porcelain Throne session failed. Had a wee-wee, mind. Took a Senna tablet.

Did some WordPress reading.

Another try on the Porcelain Throne, gave up, had a wee-wee again. Took a second Senna tablet.

Did the ablutions. Another attempted heavy-duty session on the Throne… Failed again. Felt the pressure of needing to go, but too nervous to push too hard yet, as this had caused much bleeding last month when I had  Constipation Konrad visiting me. Had a wee-wee.

Could not find the hearing aids. Searched for over an hour and a half without any luck. I vaguely recall taking them out yesterday because one had lost all power and the other was picking up some squealing noises and wrapping them in a tissue – where, when and the location of where I put them remains a mystery to me? I’d been considering treating myself to a newer set of two anyway. So decided I would go into town and check on availability, prices, etc. and have a new hearing test done if they were not too expensive.

Got the bag ready, and went out to the Community Shed to see if Obergruppenfurheress Deana would be in like she said she would. Down the lift and out to the hut. Obergruppenfurher Deana and Gruppenfurher Julie were both in. Apparently, it is the day for collecting the yearly concessional TV licence monies in, so they were busy with us old folks throwing money at her. Hehe!

In between issuing the licences to various folks, she rang the insurance company for me and got it paid, bless her. Then reminded me of the need to pay for my TV licence. So I did.

On the way back to number 72 for one more quick search for the hearing aids, before catching the bus into town. I observed that the Woodthorpe Flats bus stop had a notice telling us ‘This Stop is no longer in use – use the one at the end of the road next to the Winchester Flats” – shame that, an extra walk and no bus shelter to wait under in the event of foul weather. Never mind, can’t he helped. A lot of workmen standing and lurking this morning, and they had started to do the removal of decorative ceiling coverings doing one floor at a time. Starting with the top floor on Monday. Meaning my floor will be done on Thursday when I can either go out for the day, and they will provide a free buffet meal in the Social Hut for us, or we can stay inside all day. Does this mean the Tenants Social Hour will be cancelled? I imagine not because it only affects the people on the 12th floor of each block. There is no way anyone opting to stay in their flats will be allowed into the lift area while the work takes place. Health & Safety rules.

Up to the apartment and had a search for the missing hearing aids again, no luck. Rushed back down again and to the end of the road to the new to us, bus stop. Many residents from both blocks were waiting. Had a chinwag with Bill. He was telling me how all the others were moaning about the bus stop, being moved, further to walk, no shelter from the elements, chattering about having to in or out of their homes for a day… they are not happy Bill said. I could not hear them due to the lack of hearing aids in my lug-holes. Haha!

I was the only one from the flats who got onto the City bound bus.

On Mapperley tops, the traffic inbound was at a standstill, and the L9 bus that the others back at the flats were waiting for was in the middle of the queue. Poor folks have going to have a long wait.

Dropped off at the terminus and walked down Queen Street into the slab square.

No Big Issue sellers in the area this morning?

To Boot’s and had a word with a lady there. But when we got to the prices I withdrew with as much grace as I could manage.

Over the road and down onto Wheeler Gate and the Specsavers shop. Had a word with them, their choices were far less than at Boots, and the prices for comparable models was about the same, but they had an offer on of two for the price of one. Plus, 4 years free batteries, one-year free insurance, Free aftercare, Free choice of fitting styles (Not sure what this means yet), a ninety-day satisfaction period and a Four-year guarantee. Oh, and a free hearing test.

The young man got my details onto the computer and asked when I wanted the test done from his available dates. He offered Thursday, made him look at me oddly when I told him I was to be stuck in the flats all day Thursday, I declined. Friday at 1700hrs – I got another odd look when I said this was too late for me to get a bus there or back to the flats.

Saturday at 1330hrs (He was getting a look of desperation on his face now, Hehe!) That will do, I told him, much to his relief I’m sure. He gave me a booklet and an appointment card.

I was going to tell him about there only being three buses to town on a Saturday, but I think had come to the decision that I was mad enough as it was. Hehehe!

Left and had a hobble up Friar Lane to see if the hearing place was open that used to sell alarms and timers for the hard of hearing. Terribly high prices last time I looked.

A big sign on the window, Shop To Let! So the business had apparently gone under since my previously visiting it. Not surprised really at the prices they were charging.

I meandered back down and onto the Slab Square, then up to the Primark Store and had a look around. Got some socks that claimed to be wider than average, thought they looked comfortable.

Some shoplifters were being taken out as I left the store. I don’t know how they make it pay here. So many times I’ve passed by and seen a police car with Officers removing offenders from this place.

Spotted some Nottingham Street Art outside.

I assume the staff of the nearby shops and officers have to nip out for a quick fag at their breaks and lunchtime? Whatever happened to the Smoke Rooms we used to have?

Got a TV magazine for next week and a newspaper to read on the bus, as I had failed to put my crossword book in the bag. I thought whatever it was that had caused the traffic snarl-up earlier, might be roadwork related and still be there.

As the bus passed the end of Clinton Street, I took a photographicalisation of it.

It didn’t come out too bad, considering how fast the bus was travelling, I thought.

Back at the apartments, I got off at the new stop and had a fair walk back to my block. Although it wasn’t a long walk, it was longer than usual. I must remember this when setting out in future to catch a bus and give myself a little more time.

At the apartment door, I rang the ladies next door bell. Gave her the newspaper to read. In the flat and tried again on the Porcelain Throne, no luck, but had a wee-wee.

Got the calendar updated with the appointment for the hearing test.

Realised when I did so, I’d missed getting to the Woodthorpe Park open day. Tsk, Cobblediplonk & Humph!

Did the Health Checks.

The pulse rate had gone down well, only 75 now, gone the opposite way? Huh!

The computer on again and updated this diary.

Back to the Porcelain Throne… ah, movement at last! Not easy, and Duodenal Donald bled a lot, but at least Constipation Konrad had eased a little. I shall still take another Senna with tonight’s medications, though. Took them while I thought of it.

Did some more WordPressing, then Facebooking. Lots of comments to reply to, that was fun.

The intercom burst into life, it was District Nurse came to collect their bag of tricks. I pressed the admit buttons and put some nibbles into the bag and said nowt when she got here to collect them.

Back to Facebooking.

1845hrs: Dawg-gone Virgin Internet went down! Reset button and restart made no difference. Rang 150 for help, got a recorded message Sorry your Virgin Internet is having problems, engineer despatched, we anticipate to have it working again by 0225hrs!

Had a wee-wee. Wash, the toothache started when cleaning the teggies. Humph!

To extra Codeine Got the meal ready.

Rang Sister Jane to make sure she will be in and I would be welcome to visit in the morning.

Got some nibbles and things in the bag, so I don’t forget them tomorrow.

Found the hearing aids in the pocket of a shirt I was putting into in the laundry bag. Humph – Tsk and fancy that!

Fell asleep, dreamt of being chased along office corridors again.

Nightie-night.

Inchcock – Monday 19th June 2017

Monday 19th June 2017

Tajik: Душанбе 19 июни соли 2017

0530hrs: Woke recalling bits of a dream, it was not a good one, and I felt a dishearted and in the doldrums for a few seconds about the theme of it. (Then remembered the Nurses hoping they would arrive early enough for me to catch the 0930hrs bus after the Enoxaparin booster injections. This prompted me into action, arousing an oh-so-rare sense of urgency, and noticed how tidy the room looked, then off to the Porcelain Throne.

The session was all right mostly this morning. The passing was painless and bloodless. Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger were both taking a holiday along with Dizzy Dennis. Duodenal Donald being the only one of regular ailments giving me any bother… but I was aware that this could change so quickly. So prevented me from getting too hopeful or happy.

Noticed some new bruising and under the skin bleeding on the left leg. Which incidentally has gone down in size a bit this morning. The scratches had dried up now.

Good stuff that after-shave I used on it yesterday. Hurts a bit, but it does halt the bleeding.

I realised that the timing between the District Nurses visit and catching the bus would be tight. So I got on with making a mug of tea, did the Health Checks. Took the medications and sorted the weekly tablet box’s out.

Finished the weekend dairy off and got it posted, then started this one off.

Ablutions tended to, two nurses arrived, a plump bonny lass and a young youth who looked about 13-years-old to me? He never spoke, just spent his time pretending to listen to the District Nurse and spent his time perusing all over the flat with his beady eyes.

They soon got me done in plenty of time, thanked them and off they shot. Got the things ready and went out to visit the community shed. A chinwag with Roy at the bus stop en route. Gruppenfureress Julie and Obergruppenfureress Deana both in. Gave them their nibbles. Asked if Dean could help with phoning the insurance company for me. Told to see her tomorrow morning as she is away again after that. So busy, these gals you know.

To the bus stop and another gossip with Bill, Roy and Pete.

Bus into town and a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital. Only two of the four lifts (elevators) were working, so I walked up the stairs again to the D-floor.

A lot easier doing this today than the other days recently.

Along the corridor and into the reception area – the look from the receptionist accompanied by a well-practised sneer welcomed me. Washed my hands and took a seat, got the crossword book out.

Later, they reminded us about the one minute’s silence about to take place in memory of the Grenfell flat victims and survivors. I was most annoyed with two ladies at the front who kept on chatting throughout the minute. I dare not say anything for fear of losing me temper.

The doctor called me in and took the blood reading. It was up to 2.1 now, which is still lower than the 3.0 target figure, but much less so than the recent ones, that have been creeping up slowly this week. 1.2, 1.4, 1.6 then 1.8. He decided to cancel the Enoxaparin injections and increased the Warfarin doses instead. Told me to make an appointment with my doctor’s nurse… (Ah, I’ve remembered her name now, Nichole!) for another INR blood test with her. Nichole, a beautiful creature and a fantastic temperament she has. Told me of his concern for internal bleeding after looking at my flobby-tummy. He made a phone call. Said to me to go to the DVT clinic afterwards, gave me a card to take with me. I thanked him and handed some nibbles to the nurses. Off down the corridor to the DVT, where a bloke was waiting for my arrival. Put me on a trolly, down a long barren hallway and into a room with what looked like X-ray machinery, but he called it some other name. Tied a big metal and cloth belt tightly around the midriff and photographed under the skin via the belt. He got the results immediately from the print-out. Nothing to worry about now I am off the Enoxaparin, he told me. We joked about Nottingham Forest’s decline and mourned Brian Clough. I’m not sure how we started on about this? Hehe!  Informed me no need to return to the other doctor and wished me well. Advised me that I’m to be taken off of the Red Watch scheme tomorrow. (Or something like that anyway.) Thanked him and I was off down the stairs and out into the glorious sunshine to the bus stop.

I’d actually enjoyed having Red Markers on my record – I’ve never been looked at so quickly ever before. Ah well, back to the remembering to take the crossword book and a reading book with me again every visit.

Waiting for the bus to arrive, I became aware of the amount of scantily attired young females all over the place. Just thought I’d mention it like.

En-route to Arnold, I took a couple of pictures from the bus window. All reflections and blurs. Tsk!

Dropped off in Arnold High Street and went into the Wilko store to get a spare toothbrush and washing up bowl. Got the brush, but could I find a bowl? No! Mind you, it is a huge shop. Asked a lady assistant stood near the customer desk with a big sign declaring “Here to help, Can I?” Asked her for the location of the bowls as mentioned earlier. “Over the back in the Kitchen Section,” she said stabbing her finger roughly in that direction. I thanked her kindly and set off on a search. Found the sign for Kitchen on the ceiling. Had I wanted, saucepans, cookers, cutlery, microwave ovens, toasters, frying pans, woks, kitchen scales a kettle, chopping board, mop and bucket, waste-bin, containers, clock, grater, food mixer, sink drainer, water filter or tablets, jugs, mixing bowl, coffee maker, slow cooker, timer, wall clock, blender, processor, fryer, steamer, wine chiller, paper plates, Hostess trolley, waste bin, kitchen furniture or black bags… I’d have been fine. But a bowl to use in the sink? Humph!

Gave up and put the disinfectant, toothbrushes and dusters back where I got them from and departed, making my way to the Boyles Store further up the road. Where I got some spare toothbrushes at only 39p each! Disinfectant same as the one in Wilko for 15p less, and Neutradol Air Freshener at 30% extra and the same price as Wilko. Felt a bit smug here I did.

Two doors up and into the Savers shop. Got some Neutradol fabric spray at £1 each, some Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.49.

Attempted to take a photograph of some bears in a window, but made a right mess of it. Humph!

Limped along to the Asda (Walmart) superstore. Boy, is it right what they put on the web about what Asda shoppers wear… or rather what they don’t wear!

I spent a good while examining the attire of the young and older ladies in Walmart. Bought only a pack of fresh garden peas. (Nibbled some on the bus later)

Back to the apartment and tended to a much-needed wee-weeing session.

Sorted the paperwork from the medical activities. Added things to the calendar.

Did some WordPressing, checked the Emails, and sent one to the surgery for an appointment for Friday with Nurse Nichole for the INR test.

Carried out the Health checks and made up last week’s record.

Today’s seemed a bit variable?

Received an email back from the surgery very quickly, an appointment for 0925hrs on Friday, but this on the Google calendar.

Made a drink and had a look into the options of what to have for fodder tonight.

The mobile rang, and it was the District Nurse Controller, asking if they were needed tonight or not. I explained everything and she said no need to keep the Hypodermics in the fridge, just a dark, cool area.

I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. I’m hoping to go see them on Wednesday, all being well like. Told of one of the blood spots on the tummy from an Enoxaparin shot and how it looked to me like a chicken.
Pete had overdone his electric bke riding session, and I pulled his leg about it, because I kne just how he felt, aving done similar myself so many times. Hehe!

Had a wee-wee.

Got the fodder prepared, and ingested.

Potato Cakes, strong cheddar cheese, raw pod peas. tomatoes, beetroot, german meat and a lemon curd yoghourt.

Settled to watch some TV – fell-asleep.

Inchcock Today – Weekend 17-18th June 2017: Another messy, Confused Two days.

Saturday 17th June 2017

Uzbek: Shanba 17 Lyun 2017 Juma

Woke around 0600hrs, very tired and feeling in desperate need of a good rest from the Enoxaparin injections and all the related hassle. No memory of any dreams. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Did the ablutions as I was as usual, not sure of when the District Nurse would arrive.

Got the kettle on and did the Health Checks, they were all over the place this morning. Sys: 174 (Up from 154) Dia 81 (Up from 74), Pulse 74 (Down from 86), Temp 35.0 (Samish), Weight 14.82 (Up a bit more) – Can’t wait for the midday checks to see them then.

Dizzy Dennis called on me a few times. A headache is developing above the eyes, I assume this is because of the lack of rest and sleep?

Had a wee-wee.

All cleaned and smelling fresh now, I got the computer on and finished the Friday post.

Started this one off to here, and then did some WordPress reading.

Had a wee-wee.

Started Facebooking, and Grenfell disaster came to light. I searched for the latest news in response to a post about it. Something caught my attention in a report from the residents who were woken by the Taxi Driver: Neighbour Maryann Adam, 41, said no smoke or fire alarm was sounding in the building when Behailu was forced to evacuate his flat. ‘He knocked on the door, and he said there was a fire in his flat. It was exactly 12.50am because I was sleeping and it woke me up,’ she says. ‘The fire was small in the kitchen. I could see it because the flat door was open. There was no alarm.’

If the flat fire-door had not been closed, would this have made the situation worse? Surely it would? I do not try to blame or accuse anyone with this observation, just would like to find all of the causes.

Had a wee-wee.

Went to make another mug of tea and I could hear a dog barking so clearly, even without my hearing aids in.

He was 12 floors down and a few hundred yards off, half way up the gravel path to the park. Managed to get a half decent shot of him by hanging out of the window. Boy, could he yap! Hehe!

The District Nurse arrived at 0925hrs. Cor, what a cracker! Got me all hot and bothered, of course, she was too young for me, but a sudden delightful yearning arose for the first time in years. It soon faded, though. Huh! Hehe!

Got on with doing a graphic for the TFZers.

Just got an Email telling me my Morrison Delivery is due in a while.Did I remember?

Did I remember? Ahem!

Carried on creating graphics after a wee-wee and making a mug of tea.

The next one took ages to get something like I wanted it to look, but I got there in the end.

Got another completed, but not the one I wanted to do for TFZer Shirley.

Lillie is in this one on the left. Reasonably happy with it.

I’ve love to try and get it in sepia but having problems with the background.

I’ll try it again mind you, although I anticipate I may have to give up on it and do another sort for her.

Done my best, this is it on the right. Got TFZers Shirley, Linda and Thomas in it as well.

I just had to turn everything off and get a nibble and a sleeping session it, hoping I don’t oversleep and miss the evening Nurse.

Drifted off into a deep slumber for a few hours, to be woken by the mobile ringing, but I was too slow to answer it. Got a voice message, it was the Nurse Controller saying they would be late tonight. Just as well really.

The poor nurse was hassled when she arrived and under pressure. She told me she’d done three shifts worth of jobs already tonight. She wanted to know why I could not do the injections myself. Fair question, as she has not seen me during a Dizzy Dennis visit. I must ask at the DVT on Monday if I can do them myself. Poor gal left in a rush to get to her next patient, leaving me feeling a bit guilty.

Made a mug of tea and took the evening medications rather late. Got the computer on to update this hilariously messy two-days-in-one diary, because I was still so tired, that if I did let myself sleep again, I was nervous of not waking in time for the morning nurse’s visit, and get in trouble again.

Did the Health Checks.

Feeling a bit disconsolate, de-meritorious and inconsolable for some reason.

Sunday 18th June 2017

Afrikaans: Sondag 18 Junie 2017

Heavy eye-lidded and feeling blameworthy, at fault, in the wrong, responsible, answerable, accountable, liable, censurable and condemnable, reprehensible and almost sinful. Suddenly at a new low spiritually.

I suddenly remembered I have not visited the Porcelain Throne for ages now? Finding it hard to concentrate now, to keep on to thoughts. If you know what I mean? Wondering why I Googled Side-Affects of Enoxaparin.

I reckon with Confusion and Irritability in the list explains why I am constantly battling with myself to make decisions, and always thinking I make or have made or am going to make the wrong ones? Which is usually right this weekend!

I’ve only had to have these injections twice before, but they were for only two days, about four doses. With the INR level so low this time and not coming up so soon, it has been about 16 injections this time. Maybe this accounts for the depressions, confusion and irritability with myself?

Hello, I’m coughing like a good one now! No demands for the Porcelain Throne since yesterday morning? Had another wee-wee, though.

I’ll take a photographicalisation from the kitchen window to cheer myself up. (Desperate measure now)

Terrible efforts,  took three, in different modes on the camera, but none of them was any good.

The lone star in the sky reminded me of me? Hehehe! (No charge for the chronic poetry here folks)

Well, that failed to cheer me up. Humph!

Had another wee-wee.

Took the medications (Extra Senna) carried out the Health Checks: Looking alright.

Checked the Emails and responded to some WordPress ones.

Onto Facebooking.

AndyBack onto graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.

Had a heck of a time getting all these done.

So glad I did though, hoping they like them on the TFZer site.

Canada’s finest in the first one. Pattie. My desire you know?

Janet next, with Meritt and yours-truly J Ponysneaking into it with my camera

Hope Janet likes her pony.

Hehe!

Bleeding from the left leg now. Humph! And both limbs have swollen with water retention, which confuses me considering the number of wee-wees I’m doing.

Had another wee-wee. Hey-ho

01Fitted an old graphicalisation up and reposted it.

A selection of fantastic TFZers in this one.

Lynda, Patricia, Lona, Thomas and Andy, along with a few of their pets as well.

Then I moved on to do one for Andy’s Birthday, AndyDrinkwhich is today.

Great chap is Andy, he’s from Canada too.

Off for a wee-wee.

Made a cuppa.

Found I’d left the fridge door open, so closed it. (I’m quick ain’t I? Hehe)

Checked the leg, still leaking just a tad.

7Sun4bThe oddly sized legs tickled me. Well, that’s not the right word, but it’ll have to do.

Must remember the Morrison delivery coming today, coming because I have a feeling that I may be kept in the hospital on Monday when I go for the INR blood test.

The bleeding while the INR level is so low, that cannot be a good thing.

7Sun04aMade another mug of tea.

I used the tripod for the first time when taking a photographicalisation out of the kitchen window.

However, it was not tall enough for me get a shop properly, so, I may have to invest in the longer one.

Noticed that the injection holes in my tummy, the right and left, did not match up count-wise?

And… why being as the weight has gone down a decent amount, have I still got the flabby tummy? Hehe!

Into the wetroom for the ablutions. Just getting out of the shower, when the intercom rang, the morning nurse had arrived. Got myself decent by the time she got up to me. All done in short time and off she went.

Had another wee-wee.

Might have a meal later today, I’m feeling better, apart from the bleeding chin and Dizzy Dennis’s attentions. Bacon I thinks?

Watched some stuff on the U-tube thingy.

The Morrison man called.

Put the food away and got an early noshing session in. Bacon sarnies with trimmings.

Put the headphones on to listen to the radio and nodded off. During which I dreamed about my suffering vivisepulture. But I was calm and fascinated by the experience. I thought:

I wonder if I can count all the knots in the wood inside the coffin before I die for real.

Why the box I was laying in is built from Fyffe’s banana crates from the fifties?

How can I see the knots and grains in the wood when there is no light in here?

How did I snuff it?

Did I leave the hot tap running?

Why am I wearing an Oliver Cromwell outfit?

On and on questions came into my mind… I’m sure at one stage a thought/question was ( I think possibly the best and most intriguing one of those I could remember):

“I’m fed-up with all these issues now, I hope I wake up soon?” Hehehe!

When I did stir, the need for making use of the Porcelain Throne appeared, at last. Can’t remember the last visit! Haha! I can laugh now, because there was no extreme pain and no bleeding from the experience, as I anticipated there would be. Almost a pleasure!

Had a wee-wee and set to doing some cleaning, mopping hoovering and dusting.

Then Dizzy Dennis assaulted me rather nastily, so a sit-down and a cup of tea with the medications was called for.

After a while, I felt a lot better and got on with sorting out the paperwork that had built up on the mini-desk that Duncan gave me when I moved into the flat, (Thanks again Dunc!) into their respective folders.

Suddenly felt tired again now, so I visited the wetroom and did the ablutions. All went well, apart from spraying myself all over with the Dettol Antiseptic Disinfectant spray in error for the citrus antiperspirant. Tsk! Had another wee-wee.

Made a brew and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.

Back to the Porcelain Throne, but it was a false alarm.Had another wee-wee.

Had another wee-wee.

Got the computer on and updated this twollop.

Checked on Facebook. While doing this, two District Nurses arrived to see to me.

Both worthy of a 9.2/10 rating for their sizeable perfect forms. Again they were in a rush. They did tell me though, that the Winchester Court Flats had four fire engines outside! Oh dear!

Back on Facebooking.

WordPressing next.

Had another wee-wee.

Went to make a mug of tea, and just had to take this photo of the view.

Emails next.

Had another wee-wee.

Head down and nodded off feeling exhausted.

Inchcock Today – Friday 16th June 2017: QMC for Enoxaparin shot and INR Blood Tests – Got told off and a right farce in communications with the District Nurses! The Night Nurse was not happy…Felt sorry for me today! Hehe!

5Fri01

Friday 16th June 2017

Swedish: Fredag 16 Juni 2017

Woke and rose from the £300 second-hand recliner around 0530hrs. Tired and weary with Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna all giving me grief… off for what must have been the tenth wee-wee of the night. Tsk! To the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding a little – this might mean the INR Warfarin level has gone up a tad at last.

Going to the QMC Anticoagulation Clinic on the 0930hrs L9 bus (That’s the plan anyway) to have Enoxaparin injections if needed and a blood test.

5Fri02aMade a mug of tea and got the computer on.

Spotted a letter for Age UK. Thought it was circular when it arrived.

Opened it to find my insurance for the flat and contents had expired!

Sod it – another thing I forgot to change details for when I swapped banks.

Did the Health Checks (Not too happy with them today, but still) and then I took the medications then.

5Fri03

5Fri02Felt a bit unwell overall, depression coming on methinks.

Still, the view from the kitchen window was stunning to me.

I like all that greenery, which is how my face should be looking according to how I feel. Hehe!

Got on with the diary updating and checked the Emails. I must remember to go see one the Obegruppenfureresses before I catch the bus to the hospital at 0930hrs and ask for help with phoning the Age UK and resetting the insurance cover with new details.

Feeling like there is so much to do, and no time to do it, and with so little sleep due to the injections early and late every day, things ain’t right. Getting behind with paperwork as well. Energyless I am. Ah-well!

Got the nibbles, crossword book, umbrella, mobile phone, hat, paperwork and camera in the bag while I thought of it.

Got the ablutions tended to. All these things in between wee-wees. (Must mention this to the nurses today).

Took the letter from the insurance company and some more cleaned empty jars with me and set off out. Only one lift is working today. Huh!

Got out in the sunshine and hobbled to the recycling bin, then to the Tenants Social Hut. Only Obergruppenfureress Julie in today and she was helping another tenant out, so I waited. When she was free, I showed her the letter and pointed out that it had expired on the 15th June and how concerned I was. She looked at and read pages in the message, gave me a fully warranted “What a pratt!” and shouted, “It expires on the 15th July you idiot, not June!” I adopted my best-humbled look and apologised to her. I felt a right dumbo! She told me to see her next week.

Red facedly, I gave her some nibbles and withdrew, walking back to the flats and going up for a wee-wee and gathered the hearing aids I’d forgotten to wear earlier, then back down to the bus stop.

Joined in a good chinwag with some other tenants waiting. They all got on the Bestwood bound L9, apart from one lady. We got onto the City bound bus a few minute later.

Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and made my way onto Milton Street and caught the 36 bus to the Queens Medical Centre.

5Fri05Entered the site passing the coughing smokers outside on the way.

Two of the four lifts were out of order, so I foolishly took the stairs up to D floor again like the other day – with the same results of aching feet, knees and struggling for breath thanks to Anne Gyna’s visitation.

Goggleplonk!

5Fri09As I approached the entrance to the department, I noticed this sign on the left here on the wall.

Infant Feeding Cafe – this way.

I couldn’t help wondering if they serve the ankle snappers fried, baked, roasted or casseroled? Haha!

To the nurses on the reception desk and was greeted immediately with: “You should not be coming here at all, you should be visiting you doctors surgery for these tests!”

I was taken aback a bit by this. I told the lady that I had a phone call last night from a woman here, and said to come in this morning! This made no impression on the woman at all. She just ignored me by pretending either not to hear me, then started looking in some box files. But credit where it is due, she did it nonchalantly and with style. I went to scrub my hands, and as I returned to take a seat, she extended her muscular right arm and pointed to the seats while nodding her head forward; as if this was a command or an order for me to ‘Sit!” Hehe!

A lady came out an hour or so later and spoke to the assembled patients, but I could not make out what she was saying, so I asked the lady next to me. She had addressed us saying it might be a long wait today, as they only had two people on instead of the usual four.

I was summoned next, an hour later. The chap who saw me apologised for the wait was the first thing the man said to me. I replied; No problem, it’s getting told off for coming that I didn’t like! Brave eh? I explained how I get sometimes confused, especially with all the appointments, Emails, the Clinic, the Doctors surgery, District Nurse injections twice daily… He looked on the computer at my page The red line yesterday had turned into two red lines today? And told me I was dead right. Luckily the lady who rang me recorded what happened on the page. But even he was too fretful to go as far as mentioning anything to the Gruppenfurheress on the reception, and I didn’t blame him either. Oh no!

He took the blood and tested it for the INR Warfarin level, then went to collect the result from the machine in another room and returned. I tried to see what the second red line covered on the computer, but no luck. He advised me that the INR level was still far too small and I would have to continue with the injections from the District nurses. It was at 1.9 now. He injected some into the stomach and gave me six Enoxaparin kits to give to the District Nurse tonight, these would last until the Monday morning stabbing, then I am to return to there again (The DVT Anticoagulation) after the Monday injection from the District Nurse, for more tests.

I still left some nibbles for the staff, though.

Caught a 53 Arnold bus from just outside the premises, and fell asleep on the bus! When I woke, I wondered where the heck I was? Hehe!

Arrived in Arnold and went into the Sainsbury store to see if they had any pod peas in stock. But no, they had not, the naughty store! However, I did spend £31.05… Oh dearie me! Cheap DVD’s, Marmite flatbread, Sheldon’s potato cakes, Rankin Irish potato farls, Smoked cured streaky bacon, Marmite Rice Cakes, Cheddar Wafers (For Sister Jane, but don’t tell her will you?), Beef meteors, Wholemeal flatbread and mini packs of mini cocktail sausages. Oh, and another giant sized potato. A big one too, it would not fit in the saucepan! Haha!

Tsk! I can’t take myself anywhere!)

Out of the store and noticed the mechanical whatever it is on the roof of the British Telecom building across the road had changed shape. Lots of bit missing from how it was last week?

Had a bit of a Dennis Dizzy spell at the bus stop.

I do appreciate my free pensioner’s bus pass. I reckon I’ve saved £8 in bus fares today.

Some other tenants got on the bus en route. Bill and Janet.Back at the flats

Back at the apartments, I caught up with Janet to tell her I would take some DVDs to her flat so she can look at them at her leisure. She was sweating a bit, and she said had not been feeling too good. Janet alighted on the 7th floor, I on the 12th and Mick carried on up to the 14th.

In the flat and I had a wee-wee, a long, painful wee-wee! Got the things put away and collected the carrier bag of DVDs and took them to Mary’s flat. Tried to console the girl a bit, but she apparently needed to get her head down and rest. I gave her my number, telling her I would be in now all night and not worry about calling if she felt ill. Poor thing did look like she was suffering too. I’ll call on her in the morning.

Back to the mini-flat and pondered on when or if the District Nurses would call me. They said they would call before coming to make sure they were still needed to hypodermically prod-me. (Laugh, go on, laugh! Hehe!)

I decided to get rid of the new phone and replace it with the old one. I know I can walk around with the new one in my hand, but this advantage is negated by the old one’s big letters, better sound and a red light that flashed when a call comes in so can see it when I have the headphones on. It has a louder ring too. I’ll give this new one away if I find someone in need.

When I got back to the flat, knowing that the Obergruppefurheresses had gone home for the weekend, I called the NCH alarm line, and mentioned about Mary not feeling well, and if they get an alert call from her, would they please respond immediately. I thought they might be annoyed with me bothering them, but the lady thanked me and said she would let Obergruppenfurher Dean and Gruppenfurher Julie know about Mary’s condition. That cheered me up a bit. I did a battery check with them at the same time. Afterwards, I remembered I’d done one yesterday. Tsk!

Onto the computer to update this diary. The Grammarly programme is playing up again and causing much delay and frustrations. Grr!

Updated the calendar with the new appointments.

Went into the kitchen to make a mug of tea and get the Health Checks carried out.

I seem to be fauchling everything I try to do today. Tsk!

The check figures were so good, I had to take a photograph of the machine’s results to show here.

Brilliant what? The pulse down to 76 was very encouraging. The temperature was 35° dead on.

Shame I was depressed at having to wait for the District Nurses to call me, and I assume it will be around eleven by the time they come, so as to match the 12-hour gap between treatment? Hey-ho!

1830hrs: The Nursing people rang asking what the situation was. I explained the doctor gave me six syringes for them to use until Monday morning, when I have to go to the QMC, hopefully catching the 0930hrs bus. She told me to speak with the nurses about this when they arrive later tonight, she had no idea what time this would me though. Oh dearie me!

Being as had to stay awake, I went on WordPress reading and then, Facebook to keep me from nodding off. Tut!

Tim Price wrote a song in his comment for my Thursday post: I reckon it is brilliant! He tells me: Tell folks to sing it to the tune of the Beatle’s “A Day in a Life.”

“I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?” is a perfect intro line for a song I’m calling “A Day in the Life of Inchy”.

“I was in great pain, and yet high spirits today oh boy
A lucky man standing by the Methodist Church
Thinking I should be rather sad
I just had to laugh

And took a photograph
Out the kitchen window, mind your houses and cars
Off to Sherringham for shots, so quick, but no times had changed
Nicole, the nurse, stood and stared
Trying to stop my blood that flowed
She wasn’t really sure
We just talked until it stopped. Oh lord

I had a Whoopsiedangleplop today oh boy
The phone went off a dingling and a dangling
T’was the nurse bitching about my ambling
“You’re not in your Flat?” I turned away
But I just had to look, I didn’t have the book
I’d love to turn you off

Got back, and had a Weeee!
Refreshing and accident-Free!
I went back out and had a cup
The doorbell rang, and I noticed it was late
The next nurse was at 2020
Found her extra cuddly, a twinkle in her eye
She had a firm, tight end that was smokin’ hot
Then she poked me in the tummy, and I came out of my dream… Tsk!”

I think that sums a day in Inchies life fairly well.

Went to put the large potato in the oven to cook, cause I believe that it might take about three hours? Then I have to burn my fingers cutting in in half and scraping out the flesh, bashing in with some cheese and putting the mix back in the husks.

Guess what I found… Isn’t life hard? Hehe!
I’d left the potato
farls in the tray from last night – they rather overcooked.

Got onto Facebook eventually.

Tried to do some TFZ graphicalisations.

Managed two of them, so tired now

Rather pleased with how they came out, though.

Then the door chime rang out. IT was the nurse.

Then the difficulties came to the fore.

Written on the boxes of the ready-loaded hypodermics the doctor gave me to hand to the nurses: It was written for only one a day and not two!

Betty rang her control, and after much discussion, she recorded that I was happy for her to give me second one today, and did so.

Off she almost ran, well she did run as she departed.

I checked the potato in the oven, and my finger went through the skin. Tsk, Accifauxpa time again!

Updated this diary to here, and got the nosh sorted.

All the effort to make the cheesy potatoes and the burning of the finger was well worth it for once. Very tasty! 9.3/10 rating.

I thought I could manage two desserts today, but had to do with one, after I spotted the other one was out of its sell-by date! Huh!

Sat down, put the TV on and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Inchcock Today – Thur 15th 2017: Hospital again for INR test and injections. Well, it gives me someone to talk to!

Thursday 15th June 2017

Xhosa (Bantu ethnic group of Southern Africa mainly found in the Eastern Cape, South Africa, and in the last two centuries throughout the southern and central-southern parts):

NgoLwesine 15 Juni 2017

0430hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in minutes, on the way to the Porcelain Throne. Bloody and a slightly painful session. Duodenal Donald flowed freely, Anne Gyna was giving me warning signs and the tummy was twinging in places it had never twinged before. Dizzy Dennis put in an appearance too! Tsk! Worra start!

The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?

Got the paperwork for the QMC visit later, must not miss the 0930hrs bus into town. I want to drop off some nibbles and raffle prizes at the Winwood Community Shed for the Tenants Social Hour, as once again, medicationalistical appointments prevent me from attending! Humph!

Off for a wee-wee. Then I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Looked okay to me: Sys 163, Dia 69, Pulse 80, Temp’ 34.9 and Weight 14.7

Another wee-wee.

Computer activated, and diaries worked on. Oh, dear! Email from the surgery, telling me they have made an appointment for today at 0830hrs for an INR test, a new prescription is ready to collect from the chemists, and I have to make an appointment today to see my doctor and a ‘Specialist’. Mmm?

So, a change of plans needed, what do I do about the QMC? I’ll ask at the surgery.

Had to close everything down to get ready and off to the surgery in time – Tsk! A rushed ablutioning session and dressed up all nice and fresh. Forgot all about the tummy pains as I hurried around in a panic getting things sorted; Swapped the nibbles for the nurse’s nibbles. Changed the paperwork and set off to the lift, where I had to return to check the flat to see if I’d left anything turned on or off that shouldn’t be. Tut!

Met Frank and his much better half (14th-floor tenants) outside, as she was being lifted for a day out by here daughter. Wish her all the best, and after she’s gone, I ask… Roy, 4Thur04that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!

Along Chestnut Walk and to the glass recycling bin dropped of some jars.

Gorgeous weather, not too warm and no winds or signs of rain.

4Thur05Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.

The greenery was heartwarming as I saw the new growths battling though.

Down to the end and onto Mansfield Road and up and over the hill, down into Carrington and the first call of the day, at the Sherringham Surgery and the nurse Carena… I think that is 4Thur06her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.

The weather continued to be fine and almost cheer making with the lack of wind.

Just over the hill, a much dreaded and feared Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came passed me and was within inches of hitting me!

By the time I got the camera out, he had disappeared from view altogether? He was moving at a high rate of knots, bless his cotton socks.

Got to the Sherringham Surgery in plenty of time, booked in and took a seat, 20 minutes before the appointment time – and was called in by the nurse (Come to think of it now as I type this, I think her name is Nicole) in about three minutes. It has its advantages being on the At Risk Register and on Red Watch, or is that Red Alert? Whatever, I’ve certainly being seen as a priority these last few days. That red bar across my page on their computer screen is working wonders. Haha!

4Thur11She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!

She made a good job of covering it afterwards. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her for the help and dropped some nibbles off for the reception staff as I limped out of the surgery. (The feet were really singing now, after all the hobbling in the last three day, to and from hospital DVT and Anticoagulation and the surgery)

I limped down into Carrington and the Chemist to collect the mystery prescription that I knew nowt about. It turned out to be some new Warfarin tablets, so that was good.

Out and meandered up and into the Lidl store. Where I invested in some nibble bars to hand out in thanks, a large baking potato, mini Weiner sausages, tomatoes and a bar of almond nut brittle as a treat for myself. Even bravely used the self-serve counter again.

Out and to the bus stop, thinking how much I appreciated the free bus pass as I waited for the arrival of one to take me back into Sherwood, as the tootsies were worse than ever now… Whoopsiedangleplop time again! It dawned on me that it was far too early for me to utilise the pass! So I set off on a limp back along Mansfield Road with its hill, into Sherwood. Humph!

4Thur08By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?

Unaccountably content, I was. Good thoughts were permeating through my mind.

I pressed on eventually arriving in Sherwood proper and the shops.

4Thur09I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.

Out and on my way to visit Wilko and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop and the phone burst into life.

It was the District Nurse wanting to know why I was not in the flat. Oh dearie me!

I tried to apologise and explain the problems I’m having with me receiving instruction for the Queens Medical DVT, the Anticoagulation there, the surgery and the District nurses. Which didn’t all agree or marry with each other… A long silence, a noisy Tut, and she told me “I’ll have to call on some else who is in and return to you if I get the time later” The phone went dead. I think I’m in trouble with her now. And she is about to give me injections in the stomach too! Huh!

My previous unexpected short-lived air of confidence, nay, almost contentment and hope dissolved into the ether, to be supplanted with anxiety, worry and apprehension with a twinge of trepidation. Yes, I was depressed again now. Grumph!

Morosely I called into the Wilko store but bought nothing. Then up the hill to the Nottingham Hospice Shop and got a little mug.

To the bus stop and checked the bus times, the next one not being for 40 minutes, I carried on up over the hill and down the  Woodthorpe Grange Park gates and up the footpath hill.

En route I found some pleasure and almost enjoyed it when I took these photographs while standing under the Chestnut Trees near the walkway.

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To the top of the hill and down to the entrance to the flats.

Got in just in time for an accident-free wee-wee! Haha!

Put the bits bought away, and tablets into the drawer then got podding some garden peas to cook later, and the District Nurse (A different one again) arrived. I actually should have died on the spot, with her obviously well-honed and perfected look of… what’s the word, er… erm…  detestation, or maybe odium would best describe it, should have melted me on the spot. It deserved it, especially as she adopted a smile at the same time. I couldn’t help but think she could replace Teresa May without any problem. She was not happy but did seem to cheer up a bit as a semi-curl came on her lips as dug the hypodermic into my well endowed flobby belly. Hahaha! I’m exaggerating for fun of course. Am I? Hehe!

I thanked her, Dare I not, do so?

She said someone would come in the morning around 1000hrs as she did not know if I was to have any more Enoxaparin injections or not but would find out. Oh dear! I was not brave enough to ask her if anyone was going to call tonight to ‘Do-me’.

05Thu12The day suddenly went a bit dark?

I wondered if this was an omen of some sort? 

I got onto the computer and updated this diary to here.

Had a wee-wee.

Another long day then, without much sleep. And, no watching the TV for fear of not hearing the District Nurse if she does arrive, and will it be 2200hrs again. Oh dearie me.

05Thu12aMade another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.

Rang Sister Janet to see how she is.

She had problems of her own but lovingly seemed more interested in mine.

Checked the Emails, and had got some in support from the TFZer gals. Nice that!

Then tried to catch-up with the WordPress reading.

There is a lot of it to catch up on after having to rush out this morning.

Had a wee-wee.

Had a call from the QMC Anticoagulation Floor D. The lady was hard to hear, but I’m sure that we agreed that the Enoxaparin Injections must continue, although the INR level had risen a bit. I have to go into the QMC for tests in the morning. Busy lad ain’t I! Hehe!

I will send an Email now to the surgery, so they know.

Had a wee-wee.

Put the news on and listened through the headphone. So many people still missing from the horrendous fire in London. Feeling a bit down again now. The flats are still burning!!! The officials are assuring us that the residents will be rehoused locally if that is what they want.

Sent the Email to the surgery.

Did some Facebook catch up, at last?

05Thu12cGot the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.

Sudden flatulence, danger recognised, got to the Porcelain Throne; only just in time.

Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly. Cleaned me and every else up, and returned to the dying room… Sorry, living room. (Understandable mistake how I’m feeling. Hehehe!) Luckily there was nothing on the plate to get cold, an hour later, when I got around to eating it, any appetite I had left, had vanished. I threw most it away.

Missed a call on the phone, fumbled with it and got to a message that had been left. T’was a nurse asking me to confirm whether or not I’d had an Enoxaparin injection this afternoon and rang her back on a number. I rang back, but got a message about Not being available on this figure?

Duodenal Donald kept my attentions for a while. Then the phone rang again. The nurse with a few questions for me. Said she would arrive at 2000hrs to stick me with the hypo. I thanked her and had a sit-down, as it had been a horrendously long day, no sleep and full of ups and downs.

5Fri032020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and firm appealing rear end) arrived. Set about looking at the record of injections, she made a call to someone. Then explained she has to go nd return later at 2200hrs because it is too early and dangerous to give one yet. I had a feeling that somehow this was my fault because I got confused with the timing?

Feeling very drained now, I put the TV on with subtitles and watched the news until the nurse returned at 2220hrs to give me the treatment.

Thanked and confirmed that no treatment was needed for the morning and they will know the results from the DVT clinic at the QMC and whether I’ll need them to carry on with the Enoxaparin injections tomorrow night. We’ll see.

A long frustrating wearing day and I ain’t well. Humph! Hehe!

Saturday 10th June 2017 – Had an intended idle day. So there! Hehe!

5Fri12n

Saturday 10th June 2017

Latvian: 2017 Sestdiena 10 jūnijs

0330hrs: Stirred, lay there doing my best to recall details of the dream I’d been having; something about me being chased in a skyscraper full of office corridors? Haven’t had one like this for ages, but, any real memories were too vague.

Fell off to sleep again (another uniqueness for me, nodding off again).

0530hrs: Came back to life, of sorts with a jolt. Found rubbish all around the £300 second-hand recliner again. I’d been nibbling, that was obvious by the crumbs and wrappers generously scattered around on the carpet, the chair and me. I can’t remember eating at all, let alone fetching the biscuits to eat?

Off for a wee-wee and heavy duty session. Little Inchy was raw and sore, but no bleeding again. Haemorrhoid Harold only bled the tiniest bit. I could tell Duodenal Donald was building up for an attack. However, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were in a good mood – and, no signs of Constipation Konrad either. So no complaints there.

To the kitchen, where I rinsed out the mucked-up oven mitt things from the bowl where I’d left them to soak. Drying them was a problem, how to? I put the clothes airer on and balanced them on top.

Did the health Checks: Sys 145, Dia 79, Pulse 88, Temp 35.6 and the weight was 14.8lb

Mephitic emissions of the wind from the rear arrived unexpectedly. The aroma seemed to linger all day. Tsk!

Computer activated. Checked on which programme if any the Scotland v England match would be on. I was delighted when I found out it was on ITV tonight. A  hard game for me in some ways to watch. I have a great liking for the Welsh and Scottish teams. The likes of Andy Lochhead (My favourite, a great old fashioned centre forward), such a shame he was not selected for the Scottish Squad, he did get just one under-23 match in.

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But his going South of the Border made him a de trop to the selectors, I’m much afraid.

Ian Ure and Dennis Law were both great defenders, too. Jim Baxter was fantastic in his hey-day. So, I’ll be unhappy whichever way the match goes… unless it is a draw? Haha!
Others that come immediately to mind: Welsh: Terry Hennessey, Ronnie Rees, Dean Saunders. Scottish: Kenny Burns, Peter Cormack, Archie Gemmill, Frank Gray, John Robertson, Kenny Dalglish, Tommy Dockerty, etc. Ah, good times!

6Sat15Nipped into the kitchen to pod the peas and get them cooking in the Crock-Pot. I also put some Jersey potatoes in the saucepan to boil.

Hence the advice on the left here.

Another wee-wee and back on the computer.

Updated this diary. Then caught up with WordPress reading.

Checked on the cooking and saw that I had not turned on the power to the cooker. Ah-well, done now!

Onto Facebooking then. Spent hours on it enjoying myself.

Went to check on the fodder’s progress.

You recall how I forgot to turn on the power to the cooker earlier to do the spuds? Well, I didn’t turn on the oven when I put the lamb nosh into it either! Gerrin’ fed up with missen today!

6Sat17Cooking now, though.

Scoffed the lot of it, a yoghourt, some bisuits and some nougat too!

Back onto CorelDraw 2017, but coud not concentrate very well. Perhaps the expectations of the upcoming Interernational twixt Scotland and England later?

Nodded off and dreamt of Sister Jane and me living together with our beloved Auntie Kath, I was the butler and we were all so happy doing things we never did before together.

Woke, took the medications, did the Health Checks and visited the Porcelain Throne and settled to watch the match on the gogglebox. The abutions can wait now, ’cause the match is due to start.

6Sat18

The match itself was wonderful to watch, with the most exciting last twenty minutes I’ve watched of a match since the 1966 World Cup Final.

But the aftermath saddened me so.

6Sat19

It happens that the authorities had sent some Metropolitan Police officers to Glasgow in case of terrorist activity, so it seems, up to now to me, that they coped with the vandals and yobboes reasonably well. Took the edge off of my enjoyment, to think about this return of mindless hooliganism and hatred.

6Sat21

The so called fans were even rioting when on holiday in Magaluf!

Did the ablutions with mixed emotions, happiness at seeing a great match and agreeing with the score for once, loathing and not understanding of the rioters, satisfaction at the good tasty meal… cut myself shaving due to lack of attention. It took a lot of stopping, had to resort to the aftershave, need a new bottle now. Hehe!

Shaved, teggies done, ear-holes cleared, Little Inchy medicated and showered, I got the nightweat on. (Well, it was nippy tonight).

7Sat24Head down in the £300 second-hand recliner. (It’s lasting well for a cheapo bargain is this chair) But, I could not get to sleep thinking alternatively about the great match, the fighting hooligans and the newly attacking Duodenal Donald. I don’t know if it is the fodder or the vandals that started him off, but by gum, he’s back with a vengeance. Took an extra 40mg Omeprazole.

I’ve been on this medication along with so many others for about 13 years now, looked it up to see if any alternative is available on the NHS. Got side tracked with this page on the left here: Methinks I might have a word with the pharmacist or doctor on my next visit.

I Googled for any Omeprazole alternatives. It seems that almonds and almond milk after eating has helped some people get off of this drug. Thaty should it says, only be taken for short periods; And my doctor has had me on it for 13 years plus?

Another suggestion was deglycyrrhizinated licorice, DGL? Never heard of it, but this is more for Roger Reflux than the ulcer. Then they suggest Apple Cider Vinegar, but it must be organic. Each time I ask about Omeprazole, it relates again to the reflux valve and not the duodenal ulcer, so I put in the search; Duodenal Ulcer Medications UK. Andthere it was, but only as an antacid. Confused now. Tsk!