00:00hrs. This mornings expergefactor’s were a dream I’d been having, and the assumed need to use the Porcelain Throne. Here’s how it went;
I woke, still worried that I could not get the mobile phone, that was shaped like a battery charger to work. A young motorcyclist had come off of his bike, on a dark, lonely city side-street. I wanted to call for help because he had fallen down a lidless man-hole, bike and all! (in the nightmare) That’s all I can recall, but I think the frustration of the dream might have continued into my reality for a moment or two.
As my uhtceare about the dream faded, a rather violent rumbling and grumbling from the innards, convinced me to escape the £300 second-hand recliner with all haste and get to the wet room. (Knocked my leg ulcer against the corner of the ottoman, in doing so, Humph!)
I hurriedly settled on the seat, expecting instant movement; but all that came was wind and a foetid, unfit for human sniffing at pong! I’d left the old camera in the wet room, so I took a shot of the pins (legs) to see what sort of state they were in now. Back into the second-hand £300 recliner. Zzzz!
00:40hrs, I stirred again, even more, convinced that the Throne was needed more than ever. I got out of the ci1968 rickety recliner with ease and shuffled to the wet room. The ‘aroma’ of the previous visit greeted me, and as once again the wind and scent escaped, but nothing of a solid nature was moved! Disappointed a tad, I cleaned up and went to make a mug of tea. Took another shot of the pins… mainly because I’d forgotten that I took one earlier. Tsk! Got my head down again.
01:35hrs, I awakened again, with the exact same sensations regarding the urgency of the call to the Porcelain Throne. I escaped the clutches of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rusty, rickety recliner with little bother. No false alarm this time. The innards decided they would give me the longest and biggest evacuation in donkeys-years! Not a messy one, but the haemorrhoids were bleeding profusely with it. Tsk! The pins looked to have gained some red patches since the last picture I took. The retained fluid seems to have gone down well, mind. The darned knees were still as stiff and painful to bend as ever.
02:05hrs. I decided to give up on getting any more sleep and got the Health Checks sorted out.
A lot of change in this morning’s results. Just like with the legs from one day to the next. Hehehe!
I was washing (well, drying) the new China mug, and it slipped out of my hands. But somehow I was quick enough to catch it before it hit the floor. Smug-Mode-Adopted! Then, I needed my first solo wee-wee of the day. It was a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee. [As were all following ones]) Despite my taking a Furosemide yesterday as well. With the legs looking less swollen, I decided not to take any more of the loop diuretic tablets. Although of course, they are not only for fluid retention, they also treat the high blood pressure (hypertension), in conjunction with the Ramipril. (I just looked this up on Google!) So, I’m not sure if I made the right choice or not. Nothing new here!
I made a start on this blog before I forgot all that had occurred. Then went on to updating the Saturday post. Got it finished and sent off.
Made another brew and tool this picture from the unwanted light & view blocking, impossible to get to, to clean new windows. Those partly hidden clouds were sending down some drizzle.
05:30hrs now, and still no more wee-wees? I put a couple of photographs on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress reader. Again, there was some interesting stuff on there.
I put some photos on the Facebook Albums and visited the TFZer site.
Guess what, Humph!
Did the early Health Checks while I killed-time. while Mr Fries internet was down.
When it came back on, I made a ‘Thoughts’ graphic or two.
Got the chips on the oven, I’ll add the sausages later so they should both be cooked at the same time.
Got the plate served up, got comfy in the £300 second-hand recliner and started to imbibe the meal.
The phone light flashed. Doesn’t surprise me, I’ll be on the throne, on top of the stepladder, eating, medicationalising, or just about to go out of the door, when this happens.
T’was Sister Jane for a natter. Which I enjoyed as the dinner got colder and colder.
I put it down to Jane’s techno-wizard hubby, Pete. And his installing covert CCTV cameras all over the apartment last time he called, so they can pick the most inconvenient, bothersome, awkward times to ring me. A Cunning Planner, he is! Only joking, Hehehe! I think my telling them about my ‘Will’ might have been a mistake as well. Haha!
I got back down and finished the algid meal. But it didn’t matter much, the audio-chinwagging to someone was more important to me.
I realised how few wee-wees I’d had today.
I put down the tray, to watch ‘My Cat from Hell’. I didn’t get as far as the first commercial break before I’d drifted off… Zzzz!
23:45hrs. I woke up with the brain in confusion. The regular rampage of fears, embarrassments, and uncertainties kaleidoscoping around harassing my mind, like a nubivagant bird in turbulent skies. Determined, irritating, disturbing, and tenacious.
Fortunately, the moment I tried to move to check if any nocturnal nibbling signs were about, the pain from the boil, Duodenal Donald, and the bloated-hard legs, rid me of these brain-bothering discomposures.
I operated the lift button on the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, it worked on the third press, and as I stood up, the smarting sole of the left foot was so tender, it made me jump and I toppled-over onto the foot-ottoman! After extracting my lumbering jelly-mould-stomached body from the footrest, I had a feel around for any injuries. Apart from a bit of scraped skin and a small blue bruise already coming up on the shin, all looked and felt well. My embarrassment and frustration were not. Hehehe!
I limped to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I opened the unwanted unliked new window, with its glass I can’t access for cleaning and its view-blocking, light stopping thick frames, and took this picture, while I waited for the kettle to boil.
That chug-chug noise was heard again. And, I did not have my hearing aids in?
The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. A messy evacuation. The boil on the bottom was tender, too. The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding. The boil on the thigh seems to have disappeared? The bum-boil stung something awful. Duodenal Donald turned a bit nastier. The leg-ulcer feels like there are worms inside and resisting scratching it is hard. And then I dropped the crossword book into the toilet bowl! Not one of the most comfortable starts to a day I’ve had. Haha! But, I have had far worse, so, no going off into throwing a moody mode from me this time.
I checked the pins. It looked like the leg-ulcer really was making a comeback. It seemed to be getting redder than it was last night. The tingling and itchiness are getting stronger. Still, maybe this will not be a bad thing if it does return. Then I will have something to show the staff at the Mary Potter Health Centre, instead of just photographs of what it looked like eight weeks ago when I first visited my Doctor, and she took a swab, and said ‘In about two weeks you will hear from the Health Centre with an appointment for them to look at it. The little fibber, her! Hahaha!
Got the cleaning up and medicating done, and returned to the kitchen. Made the brew and got the Health Checks done.
The resulting figures seemed okay to me, apart from the increase in weight. I’ve never been heavier in my life! I hoped this was just due to fluid retention, but I don’t know.
I imbibed the medications and creamed the three areas in need.
02:15hrs. Back to the front room, and got the computer on. Then I realised I had not taken any Furesomide tablets. So I had one-and-a-half, to try and clear out the water from the painfully bloated legs. Being a Saturday, I will not be going out, so in case the wee-wees start coming, it will not matter. I got out and disinfected the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) ready, just in case things get over -wee-weeish. Haha!
03:15hrs. Making a start on updating the Friday blog, and the first wee-wee arrived. It was in the style of an LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), but without any splash-backs on this occasion.
I pressed on with the diary. 03:40hrs. The second wee-wee activated. I only had two paces to take from the computer chair to the EGPWWB, but only just made it in time! This time it was an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). I shook some of the freshener capsules into the bucket afterwards, and they frothed up and nearly came over the edge of the bin! Blimey, what’s in my wee?
Posted of the diary and made a start on this one. Went on the WordPress Reader section.
06:40hrs. Then went on CorelDraw to make up some page header graphics. Got them made up by 0915hrs and made a brew before going on to create the templates. All this time, Iand I only needed one wee-wee? A bit concerning having taken the Furesomide?
Made the brew, and pored it out to brew for a couple of minutes. I spoke too soon about the wee-weeing, I had to hasten to the EGPWWB, and have a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee), despite the feeling it was going to be a hose-pipe-like job, it wasn’t?
Washed up, and fetched not as warm as I had hoped mug of tea. Tsk! Back on WordPress to make up the drafts. All done at 11:10hrs. And with only one wee-wee being needed. Very complicated, trying to work out why it is not flowing, especially after my taking two Furosemides?
I got the kettle on.
Fodder readied. The mini-chicken-sausages and potato mini-hash-balls were delightful. The highlight of this meal was the seasoned baked beans, though. Here is my recipe (using canned beans in tomato juice). Seasoning: half a teaspoon of demerara sugar, generously poured over distilled vinegar, mustard and two big spoonfuls of Chinese sweet & sour sauce! Mix the added ingredients and leave to marinate, stirring occasionally. When you get the saucepan on the heat, keep the heat on low, but for a long time. I did mine for forty-minutes on the lowest setting, then, just before dishing it out, I turned up the heat, and stayed watching over it and stirring all the time. (From the best selling, Inchcock Craddock Cookery Ideas. Hahaha!) Bootiful! 9.2/10.
Got down on in the recliner, and turned on the TV. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis while I was watching Norman Wisdom’s ‘The Bulldog Breed’. I can’t recall much after this.
Let’s not forget the lily-livered, chicken-hearted coward, turd-Cameron, who made all this deceitful, false, dissembling, insincere, disingenuous, hypocritical, fraudulent, double-dealing, duplicitous, perjured, perfidious, fabricated, paltering, prevaricating, shifty, spurious, maniacal, muddled, mendacious, meshugge-farce possible in the first place, before he ran away! Leaving Theresa May right-up the creek!
Friday 15th March 2019
Welsh: Dydd Gwener 15 Mawrth 2019
23:25hrs. The repeated SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) had ensured I eventually woke up properly, suffering from clinophobia, but having to get out of my £300 second-hand, pile-encouraging, rickety, ci1968, recliner, to have yet another SNSWW.
The precious EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), had never been so full. And considering how little was being passed on each visit, I reckon I must have spent more time going to, using and returning from the EGPWWB overnight, than did in the recliner! Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Hehe!
Off to the wet room, in need of the Porcelain Throne. I soon found out that the boil that is coming up on the inner thigh, had been joined by another one or more, they were tender and sore, on the posterior (The poetry comes free, Hehehe!) The evacuation was a painless, bloodless and an unmessy affair. (I felt like Hanukkah had come early!) Hahaha! Rinsed, medicated things in need, and emptied and disinfected the EGPWWB, ready for further use.
Then to the kitchen to get the Health Checks sorted. I’d got as far as getting out the hemadynamometer, and thermometer on the counter; and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne!
However, it was another easy evacuation for me, no bleeding from the rear, only from the boil, or whatever it is, gave me any pain. I checked out the pins (legs). They were a little bloated, some of the papsules and pot-marks seemed to have done a runner, with one new one appearing. No, two, I just spotted the bottom one.
Ah, I’ve just thought of a name for them. The Mutational Alien Pins!-M.A.P., like on the lunar surface! Hehehe!
I rinsed up again and poddled back to the kitchen. Got the Health Checks done, and imbibed the medications.
Made a brew of the Glengettie tea, and turned on the computer. I felt tired now. Considering I’d only been up about an hour or so. Still, with all the waking to use the EGPWWB overnight, I shouldn’t be surprised should I?
But it is a shame. Cause I have to go out today, to get some sample tubes, a pair of shoes that are one size too big, so they will fit over anything the leg ulcer clinic might put on them, and a loaf of hopefully, a small sliced Milk-Roll variety if I can find any.
I started and pressed-on with updated the Thursday post, then got it sent off. Then went on the WP reader. Next, I had a look to see if Facebook would let me work on the albums and TFZer site. All seemed to be working okay.
Made a start on doing this blog. Then turned my attention to things jentacular. I still haven’t bought any more cornflakes, not surprising I haven’t been out for what seems months but is only a few days. Hehe! So, a pot of porridge it will have to be for brekkers.
I got the ablutions all sorted, I had to have a stand-up wash, so I could leave the night socks on because it was just too painful with the swollen legs to get to change them! It was another hurtful enough exercise just getting the new PPs on. This situation is not acceptable! I’ll have to mention it to the nurse at Monday’s blood test. Then again when I go to the Mary Potter Leg-Ulcer clinic on Thursday. He says in full (hopefully) expectancy that they will listen to him!
Still, sometimes the pins can change so quickly, and I might get a bit of walking in today, that sometimes gets them to slim down a bit. The wee-wees had stopped altogether now?
Went to tidy up the kitchen counter.
Then I did the second set of Health Checks early. I caught sight of a mini-rainbow on the horizon and opened the unwanted hard to clean, light and view-blocking new window, to take this photograph of it. Not as awe-inspiring or large as rainbows in other parts of the world, but a rarity here. A bit like common sense and logicality are rare in Inchcock and politicians in the UK.
In reality, it was three shots I took, the other two did not come out very well. Those two were memorable only for their blurriness! Tsk!
I heard a lot of mechanical commotion as snapped the rainbow, so I bravely (given the last few days Accifauxpa record using them!) got the stepladders out, so that I could take this picture straight down, of the busy-bees working below.
I gathered the bag and three-strong shopping list. Fumbled around checking lights, the stove, the taps (faucets), lights, etc. to ensure things were left in order, and set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute on the way.
Snap looking back
It was windy again, but not a cold one at all. I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed, to find three other tenants in there. No Guards in, I think some pro-tem ladies were due on site today, according to one tenant. I had a natter with Mary, who was telling me she was still waiting to move to her new flat at Sneinton.
I was a tad embarrassed to, but I asked Mary if I could get my foot up on the chair, would she be kind enough to close the velcro for me, as my legs were so bad and blown up this morning, I couldn’t manage the simple task! She was okay about and laughed, telling me of similar troubles she had suffered! Bless her! A few other residents arrived to wait for the bus with the rest of us. The moaning began! Mary, Roy, and Malcolm all had a little chunter, hehehe! Something to do with pigeon spikes, I think it was.
I went out to the bus stop, and the others joined me and those already at the stop.
Mary is in the blue and black coat, centre back. Tom, Elizabeth, Mary, Roy, and the others were still grumbling about something or other. Haha!
I had a laugh and chinwag with the chap on the left. A grand couple, his wife and him are. (Names fail me again, Humph!)
I got on the bus, everyone bar two, got off in Sherwood. I had a pathetic bash at the crossword book en route.
When I got off of the L9 on Front Street in Arnold, I crossed the road and went straight into the Shoe Zone shop. I bought the required size-nine brown shoes. As long as they had velcro-closures, felt soft enough and looked sufficiently broad fitting, I was not concerned about style or colour. (But then again, I never am. Haha!)
This pair fitted all the needs, so I grabbed them and took them to the lady at the counter. I think I bought a pair earlier this year of this style, for £14.99. These were £16.99. Hey-ho! Brexit?
Then out and over the road to the Asda Store, and rushed as much as I was capable of doing. Got my three-strong shopping list. The legs felt more cumbersome than they have ever done, and the soles of the feet were very tender when walking. I was struggling somewhat to get about. But, I was not miserable with it, cause I knew that next Thursday, I will be seeing a different specialist to be ignored by. Tsk! I paid at the self-serve checkouts for my three items, without any problems with the machine! Smug-Mode Temporarily Adopted! Two packs of the French baked, small soft baguettes for £3.30, (Asda had none of the Milk Roll bread on the shelves, Grumph! And some part-baked Petit-pains.
I don’t know how or why, but I forgot to get the cornflakes! Klutz!
I hastened painfully and hobblingly out and up to the bus stop, with minutes to spare. I knew the L9 had not been and gone because a chap tenant was sat in the bus shelter.
I made a comment to him about the beautiful sky and got a ‘Grumph!’ back. That was the end of that discussion. Haha!
I took this photo of the amazing clouds in the sky over the car park. While keeping my eye out for the bus coming. I was pleased with how it came out, considering how quickly I snapped it.
Another failed effort at the crossword book on the way back home. In Sherwood, some tenants got on the bus. But none spoke to me, they didn’t see me. (Well, I can’t blame them, I might not have talked to me either. Hahaha!) Doris, Peggy, and Roy were amongst them. Four minutes later, we were back at the flats. I walked back with the chap on the sunglasses from the earlier photo, and we did have a little laugh or two and natter. When we got back to the flats, his other half who had sped ahead, opened the lobby door from inside for us. A pleasant couple, bless their cotton socks.
I sliced some chestnut mushrooms and got them in the saucepan. Put the oven on. Got the cobs put away all bar the ones I will have with tonight’s nosh. No wee-wee demands at all yet? With the legs now seeming so heavy and supposedly full, I would have thought the wee-weeing would be rampant?
Got the last Health Checks done, and made a brew. Then on with updating this diary. After around two hours or so…
I tried the reset button. Why don’t they just call it the Lost Hope Button? Then I turned off everything, losing some work in the progress of course, that needed doing over again later! Oy Vey! No connections, so I tried turning off the computer and back on. No luck! Another power-off, waited a minute and turned it back on. Nowt improved!
I poddled about in the kitchen, got down on my knees (How stupid can one old man be!) The fight to get back up on my feet was agony and time-consuming. This started off the knees. Both of the boils started stinging, and then Anne Gyna joined in with the assault on my body!
Now, I was annoyed with myself!
I limped (literally), back to the computer. Wallah! Mr Fries internet came back on at last! But now I had lost interest.
Went to check the legs out.
It was not a pretty sight. I decided to take a Furesomide tablet, now I expect the wee-weeing to start again with a vengeance soon.
Got some chips in the oven to have with the tomato baguettes I was about to prepare for when the chips are ready and serve up the mushrooms with them.
Although the flavour and taste were grand, and a worthy 8/10 rating, I’d made too much. I ended up eating only about a third of it, but I enjoyed what I did consume.
The chips and the Halal chicken mini sausages were very flavoursome indeed.
Went to made a brew, and poured it out. As I was taking a photo of the evening sky, the dreaded wet and warm feeling came from the PPs Protection Pants.
So, off to the wet room to check on things. Little Inchies fungal lesion was flowing blood again. By the time I had cleansed and medicated things and got back to the kitchen, the tea had gone cold.
So, I made another mug of Glengettie tea and took a second picture of the view.
The darned legs felt more substantial than ever, I expect that in the morning when I do the Health Checks, I will see a considerable increase in weight, due to the now bloated more than ever, storage of bodily fluids in my poor old pins (legs).
I hope I can get the pants and socks on in the morning. I’m gonna have to try and get some help from somewhere if I can, if things don’t improve soon.
I got the loose-fitting socks off okay, by trapping them with the other foot and heaving the leg away. But there was no way I could cope with getting the night socks on.
I settled in the rickety second-hand recliner that was born ci1968, and the fretting mind kicked off, just about everything it was possible to worry about, be afraid of, or was not going right hassled my brain.
I sat there with my plates-of-meat and pins on the Ottoman to watch TV, and it looked to me, like the leg-ulcer that had almost cleared-up, was beginning to make a come-back! Fancy-that!
I found it impossible to view anything on the goggle-box, nodding-off and waking repeatedly, I gave up. Pulled the woolly-hat down over my eyes, and drifted off into the land of Nod, for a wee-wee free sleep!
22:35hrs. Woke with memories of a dream milling about in my head. It seemed that I had gone into hospital, to have shopping trolley wheels fitted in place of my feet, four on each leg. There was concern from the surgeons about that I remember to WD40 them each morning, and not to drink vinegar? The visual memories are distinct in parts, I think they used Warfarin tablets in place of ball bearings. The welder in his helmet and gauntlets, was telling me about his holiday in Blackpool? Hehehe!
Getting my oversized stomach with its balloon-like fluid-filled, rock-hard legs out of the ci1968 second-hand, rickety recliner was not so comfortable this morning, but I managed it. The legs, particularly the knees, although not as bloated as they have been, were so stiff and showed great reluctance and disinclination to allow me to move or bend them, but, eager-enthusiasm to inflict pain on me when I tried to. After gingerly getting to my feet, both soles were tender when I tried to walk, but walk I had to, only a few paces mind, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). The following leak was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee) mode.
A call to the Porcelain Throne was activated while I was using the EGPWWB. To the wet room, almost crying out with the pain from the soles of the feet. I thought I was going to be in trouble today with this ailment.
The evacuation was a messy one, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding, as was Harold’s Haemorrhoids! So, a lot of painful cleaning up and medicationalisationing had to be done. As a youngster, I never dreamt that life would be so hard when I aged! Tsk!
Even putting on the fresh PPs (Protection Pants) was farcical. My stiff solid legs just were not keen on being lifted up high enough, and the Kidney-Ache-Kevin and Back-Pain-Brenda prevented me from bending down far enough to get a foot through the leg holes.
Of course, during the repeated losing of my balance, using the wall as support, banging my feet down when I did lose balance, starting the soles hurting more, I used a fair bit of grumpy language and cursing. The longer the failed attempts lasted, the more I suffered. To add insult to injury, with all the movements I had to try in my effort to get the PPs on, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion opened up again! A seriously Sorry-For-Myself-Mode was adopted! I stopped struggling and took a rest from the agony and frustration. Cleaned and medicated the Fungal Lesion.
A check of the pins (legs) revealed far less wrinkling and gnarling of the knees, but I think another leg-ulcer might be coming on. Another SSDWW was needed to be taken. I reckon the overnight fluid increase in the legs might be the reason for the less mangled knees?
I had my second bash at getting the Protection Pants on. Victory at last!
Gawd that was the most difficult, hurtful and contortedly convoluted half-hour exercise of putting on a pair of knickers – Ever! Oy Vey, already!
And later, after I do the ablutions, I’ve got to repeat it all over again! Schmendrick is the name for me today! Born to suffer! Then, of course, the battle of putting on the socks will take place. That, I am not looking forward to either!
I have an appetence for peace and a pain-free existence. Something else that will never turn into reality. I embraced a sad, pitiful, wretched, pathetic “Sorry-For-Myself-Mode” for a while after this.
As I made my way, rather down-heartedly to the kitchen to do the Health Checks, I utilised the EGPWWB for another SSDWW. I wished things would improve, realising there’s not a cat-in-hells chance of this, my mood went to Defcon 3. Hehehe!
Aha! Something looking a little better with the results from the sphygmomanometer this time, eh? Although the drop in the Dia with such a low Sys is confusing to me.
I made a mug of tea. Then got on the computer to make a start on updating the Wednesday Inchcock Today.
But my bad luck continued when I went on Facebook first to check if any messages had come in from my mate Trev, about his calling to see me today. He’d send a note, but I kept getting told that a fault was preventing me from posting a reply! I read that: With a worth of $98 billion, a 6% rate of return would earn Mr Gates roughly $149.16 per second he is alive. I am so pleased for him. Noting, that some updates came in from MS yesterday, and now this? Thanks!
I pressed on with the updating of the diary.
I had to take yet another SSDWW, and the well-used EGPWWB had to be emptied and disinfected, it was filled up so much. Grumph!
I made yet another mug of tea and took these pictures on the right while it brewed. Up on to the stepladder, (Carefully!) Hanging out of the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows with the glass that it is impossible to reach to clean, to do so. As you can see it was raining a bit. The row of yellowish street lights on the left going up on the bottom shot, are along Winchester Street.
However, the winds were so less fierce this morning (at the moment anyway), fingers crossed.
I eventually got the updating all done and sent off the post to WordPress. Then on to the Reader section. Some good stuff on it today.
Huh, another SSDWW was performed. Then I got on with creating this blog page.
Got the ablutions tended to. Took the black bags to the waste chute, and nipped down with a recycling bag.
Pal, Trevor arrived on a visit. I went down to let him in, he had a bit of bad news, but we soon got back into our ‘Co-op-Working-Days-Mode’, and the insults, mockery, laughter, and sarcasm flowed! Not had such a good time for ages! Reminiscing, and leg pulling went on for hours.
During Trevor’s visit:
Trev had a view from the balcony. He agreed that the layout was not good for the windows.
He trapped my finger in a window when he played- around with them, to try and work out how the locking mechanism worked; because I had forgotten how to do it. We both gave on the task! Haha!
He opened one and hit me on the nose and glasses.
Trod on my toe when we returned to the flat.
Poked me in the neck as he pointed at me joked, telling me I should take more care. He did laugh!
Then he hit my knuckle, removing some more skin, as he closed the perilous metal spring closer for me on the end window after I’d taken photos of the workers below. I hope the emergency services don’t need to get down to Woodthorpe Court in a hurry!
Trev’s humour was infectious! Merriment and frivolity as I rarely enjoy were partaken in.
Many old times and escapades we got up to as teenagers (Well, he was at the time) were brought up and savoured.
When we came in, I made another brew for us, while he gobbled one of my black tomatoes down his gullet! Hehe!
The lad then helped me out on how to download and install my new version of CorelDraw. I could not have managed it without his cheerful assistance.
My short-term memory is unquestionably on the wane, as Trev pointed out as expressed his view that I was going non-compos-mentis in my old age! Haha!
Sadly he had to go after what seemed like ten minutes to me; I was having such a good time. But it was really more like three hours.
During the visit, I’d held back on the wee-wees – a mistake that was, I realise now! The SSDWWs flowed persistently for a couple of hours after I’d tristfully had to see him off.
No doubt about it, we fed off of each other’s humour, and I love it!
I had to go for a third Porcelain Throne visit. A messy affair once again.
During which I checked on the legs with the camera, and took on the challenge of getting some socks on my feet. Not easy, but less bothersome than I thought it would be. Then again, I was in a good mood after Trev’s visit.
I decided on some Texan Style sausages, a baguette, and a fancy tomato for my nosh. With a fresh orange juice and a naughty Limoncello.
Had to take the EGPWWB and place it next to the recliner, for the although they were only SSDWW’s (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wees) that followed for a while, they were frequent. I was up and down so many times! An new stinging pain was felt in the inner thigh.
I even had to empty the bucket. Which was when I checked the legs when had a wash and got into the night attire.
I could not physically see where the pain on the leg was coming from, so I took a photo of the area. It was a tiny red spot that had been causing me a lot of bother. It felt a bit like it might be a boil coming? Hey-ho!
I tried to watch some TV, but the nod-offs began, so I gave up and got my head down.
23:25hrs. Woke, and I could hear the howling winds, without the hearing aids in! Extracting my bulbous, broad in the beam, blimp-like, flabby, stomach-distended body from the second-hand, ci1968, rickety, rusty recliner, was surprisingly easy this morning. I rose and made my way to make use of the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was back to the Messy-Mode. Lots of cleaning up to do afterward.
To the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
I was going to open the unwanted light & view blocking window, to take a picture of the rain that was accompanying the gale force winds blasting head-on into the building. But when I went up the stepladder to open them, the wind was so strong it blew the window in and rapped me on my left knuckle as I closed it again. Humph, good start to the day that! Did the Health Checks.
For some unknown reason to me, the Sys had shot up again, and the pulse remains like it has been for the past three days, high? Made the mug of tea, and took the medications. Then, had another call to the Porcelain Throne. (Mmm?)
This visitation to the Throne proved to be one of the worst ever for me. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding away. Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was flowing blood all over the place. Crickey, this is not good! After getting things cleaned up, and partially stopping the lesion bleeding.
Maybe the lesion was stretched as I climbed the stepladder?
I went to wash my hands, and the left hand had a Colin Cramp attack and distorted. The agony was almost insufferable, but it only lasted for a minute at most, then the fingers realigned. Luckily I had taken the camera in with me to make an updated picture of the pins (legs), so I managed to get this shot of Colin-Cramps efforts. Hehe! Changed into some new PP’s. But felt unconfident that I had stopped the lesion bleeding, I’ll have a check again later on. Dread-Mode-Engaged!
I took a photograph of the legs back in the kitchen. It might sound odd, even for me, but the first time I looked at this photograph when I downloaded it later, I thought for a moment that the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) had left some eggs in my legs and they were coming out of hibernation under the skin! There were that many new tiny blotches appeared that looked the same shape as the weevils do. Haha! A bit of reddening here and there gave the pins a bit of colour for a change.
Had to make another brew of tea, to the computer. Updated yesterday’s Diary, and eventually got it finished and posted off.
Despite the baddish start to the day, apart from the Fungal Lesion still bleeding, I was feeling rather chirpy about things. There’s no accounting for or reason for this, as far as I can see?
I did a little TFZer Facebooking, then went on the WordPress Reader. Checked the Emails. One from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice had arrived, with the INR blood test results, and an appointment. ‘Good afternoon Mr Chambers your INR results are as follows; INR is 5.2. Next test is due on the 18.3.2019 I have booked you an appointment for 9.30 am.’ This result, may go some way to explaining the Fungal Lesion bleeding so profusely? The level is higher than the target level. Thus, the blood will be much thinner of course.
I made a start on this post. Hearing the moaning winds, I thought I’d get a photo from the new unwanted balcony. When I got out onto the shell, the gaps in between the windows ensured that it was windy, wet and uncomfortable in there. I realised that reflections could not be avoided, but did my bestest to take a shot of the rain-soaked scenery.
As I was closing the sliding door shut, I caught my left arm, right on the bruising I’d collected when tumbling off of the stepladder yesterday, against the handle. Klutz!
I went to the kitchen to get some Germolene to put on it. I had not noticed earlier, how the bruise was coming out at last. I also spotted how the hands were so pale?
It started stinging and hurts when I lift the arm or stretch with it now. Humph! Yet still, I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself, or annoyed. I just felt (EQ maybe?) that things were going to get better later on? It’s incomprehensible the way I was keeping my pecker up. It’s not that I never have any good luck, I probably do have real good fortune, quadrennially. Hehe!
As I went back to updating this blog, yet another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Fingers crossed that the fungal lesion bleeding had stopped or at least slowed down, I made my to the wet room.
Cor blimus! Another extremely messy evacuation. On the plus side, the fungal lesion was only bleeding a little bit now. The other side was Harold Haemorrhoids that were ensanguining rather severely; however, they responded to the medications. Had a good clean up of the room and myself, made fresh brew and back on the computer.
Thoughts turned to things of a jentacular nature. I had run out of cornflakes, so decided on a pot of porridge, and some Highland Shorties.
Back to the computer, Facebook was coming up with Error messages. Always something goes wrong when a Windows Update comes in like I had earlier! Thank you, Mr Gates. Then… Thank you, Mr Fries!
So, I got some turnips, mushrooms and onions prepared and into the slow-cooker, with some Basil flavouring.
Back to the computer, it was going again now, but rather jittery. The Ocado order arrived. The fancy tomatoes, planned to go on my vegetable and tomato sarnies for dinner, looked different and attractive. The Sicilian green and some Spanish Blacks.
I started to make up the funny ode post. Took me a few hours to complete, but I think it is humorous enough to be blogged.
Got the ablutions and medicationalisationalistical duties as needed.
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and made up a white bag of recyclables to take down with me on the way out to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room hut.
The highly decorated and attractive looking foyer had suffered from things being blown in with the very extreme winds every time the doors are opened. The gale continued.
It was hard walking in the strong, but not cold winds along Chestnut Way to the shed. I wondered if some of the more frail tenants would be able to get out at all. Which of course, brought the thoughts of the L9 buses being cut to every two hours from 09:30, which will mean only five or six buses a day in the week, as they do not run in the rush hour. Spirit Levels Dropped to 30%!
Riechsführeress Warden/Camp-Guard and Ex-Tiller-Girl Julie was in. Had a natter and some nibbles I’d ordered in error were accepted. Brenda (I may have got the name wrong, not good with them you know. Tsk!) and we had a laugh, moan and nattering session.
Despite the almost hurricane winds, I stopped a few times en route back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court to take some photographicalisations.
Egress and Ingress looks like it will be fun today!
Not many chaps outside working - and I don't blame them in this wind!
Driveway progress at Winwood Court
Back in the flat, I did the Health Checks, had a wee-wee (a rare thing today, Hehe!), and went to update the diary…
Again! I turned everything off, rebooted box and computer, to no avail! Thank you, Mr Fries.
Then, I got the sarnies made, a different variation today. The mushrooms, onions and turnips went well with the tomato sandwiches.
Despite my being on a low, thanks to Mr Gates and Fries incompetencies, uncaring nature and their obviously obsessive quomodocunquizing, acquisitiveness, and the voraciousness of their libidinousness for self-profit, gain and aggrandisement. Thank the Lord that neither of these blasé, callous, impervious to humanity, money-grabbing-gannets didn’t become politicians! Jealous? Me? Hehe!
Tried the computer once more, it started fine. Tsk! Too tired to do anything now.
Last Health Checks were done.
Got into the £300 second-hand recliner, with two moulds of filled with fluid again legs, and thoughts permeated from the brain: Somehow, I have to get out for a sample pot, buy a pair of too large for me shoes, for the Mary Potter leg-ulcer clinic visit, and get the kitchen done. Oh, dear!
23:15hrs. I had to laugh at my self; I must admit, waking up and moving straight away, enforced by the demand for the Porcelain Throne needs, was almost comical. Following last night’s Accifauxpa with the stepladder, there were not many parts of my Brobdingnagian body that didn’t have an ache or pain somewhere! Things were exacerbated by the pins (legs) now fluid-filled again, and not in a mood to be moved or used without offering up some pain to discourage me from using them! But, needs must. So I hobbled uncomfortably to the wet room.
The evacuation took second place to the photographicalisationing of the pins for posterity and the leg ulcer clinic. The pale, bloodless legs and bloated with water, had made the skin look polished, yet very-pale and bloodless!
The liquid inside had even removed most of the warped mangled clumps of skin from both patellas! I think one mark is a little bruising from the fall. The feet felt like I was walking painfully on sponges, causing a little difficulty in keeping balance for a while until I got used to it! This reminded me of the first time I wore Brothel-Creepers back in the day, but with more pain! Hehehe! The right elbow was a bit stiff. The left wrist had a bruise. The right shoulder and back of the neck ached a bit. The few of the right and left ribs felt a bit achy, too. However, putting up with this seemed little to pay for the absence of Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Shaking Shaun, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, and even Dizzy Dennis was leaving me alone!
I’ve only waited six weeks for my appointment with the ulcer clinic, and hope they can change the date they gave me that falls on another appointment day at the GUM clinic, and my much missed Winwood Social Hours. But of course, they will not be able to bring it forward to alter it so I can expect to be being tended to in around three weeks, making a waiting time of roughly nine weeks.
The leg actual leg ulcer has almost cleared up entirely! I had to abandon my efforts to change the socks, as I could not bend the fluid-filled legs far enough to take them off! I got one sock half off, and had just to get it back on, roll it up; and that was almost excruciating!
Methinks that any more cleaning up and sorting out of the kitchen, may not get done. But, you never know, if I take the Furesomides and extra pain-killer with the medications later, things might improve sufficiently to allow me to have another go at it. The ultimate in furustrationalisticalness this is. And Sister Jane will not be happy the sorting out is not getting done. Not that she frightens me of course. More sort of scares the pants off of me with her tremendously good logic! Hehehe!
I got carried away there! The evacuation was easy-peasy and not messy at all. Did the medicating and washed-up. Then, I limped extra-carefully to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
The sys and Dia were down a bit. Most noticeable was the fall in temperature, though, it’s tumbling down so far, this week. Monday: 34.8°- 34.7°-34.6° this morning, 34.2°, If this keeps on, I’ll mention it to someone at the surgery or call 111 and ask if this is okay. Mind you, it did feel so cold this morning.
As I got with starting the updating of the Monday post, I had to return to the Porcelain Throne again. And, once more, it was an easy-pain-free evacuation. But I could sense that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were starting to sting, but had bled only a smidgeon, nothing much at all.
Back to the computerisationing. Achieved the goal of finishing it, and sent it off.
I began to do this blog, and a third call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This time, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging away. Not surprisingly with so many visits being needed, this morning. I cleaned things and applied some of the Care relief cream, generously.
I was amazed at how the legs had become so much less fluid-filled suddenly. It baffled me! The pins were undoubtedly less-bloated now. I could tell because the knee-cap picture outlines, wrinkles, and warping had returned. Detail is being shown up more. And the spider veins could be seen much clearer, too. Also, one leg was showing as being fatter than the other again, now?
What’s going on here? Tsk!
Damned good job I’d forgot to take the medications when I did the Health Checks, or I would have taken a Furesomide, phew! So, I took the belated tablets and medicines next.
Then went on the WordPress Reader.
The intercom chimed up, it was the Morrison order that I’d forgotten all about coming, and did the shopping yesterday! Oy Vey, what a Klutz!
The kind lady put the bags inside for me.
I took them through to the bomb-site… I mean, kitchen, and started to sort them out and into wherever they would go, mostly on the floor with the other stuff I have not cleaned the cupboards for yet.
I now have got a never-before so cram-packed fridge and freezer!
I got back to the computer and doing this blog, and guess what?
I pottered about getting the nibbles to take for the Sturmbannführeress Warden/Guards around 08:30hrs when I inquire about the leg ulcer appointment.
Back to doing this page.
I collected the nibble-treats and made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Operations Bunker for the Keep our Hourly weekday buses running. Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.
Entering the shed door, I banged my left arm right where banged it yesterday on my tumble from the ladder. It is now worse than ever pain-wise, but I cannot see any bruising yet? Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden/Guard Deana told me she had not heard anything from the Health Centre Leg Ulcer Clinic about the appointment yet. Shame. Still, the sourdough bread and nibbles were welcomed.
I took these photographs as I walked back to the flat.
Winchester Court
Winwood Court
Woodthorpe Court
Chestnut Way drive and thoroughfare access/egress road
Going in I noticed that a machine was free in the laundry room. So I shot up (Not the best of choice of wording, Hehe!) Got the washing and back down to get the washer going.
The feed drawers were covered with liquid soap, and the freshener drawer had soap powder caked on it, as well as the floor beneath (Right). I tried my best clean out the soap powder from the freshener tray, got most of it off.
I met Mary on her way out as I returned to the flat. She still hadn’t when she can move into her new flat at Sneinton.
Up and did some updating on this blog, then down to move the togs into the dryer. Elizabeth and Penny were in the lift when I went down. They were concerned with the high winds, as I was for them.
The filter was clogged up and not been emptied, so I did that. I was not up cleaning the floor or casing of the washer I’d used, but I wiped the drum and had another go at the caked-on soap powder on top of the machine and drawers again.
Back up the in the lift. Both were working today. When I got into the flat, I realise how few wee-wees I’d had up to now today.
The left lower arm, still showing no signs of bruising as far as I can see was now my main hassle ailment-wise. It hurts when I lift the limb up, lift anything (even a one-litre bottle of bleach) or stretch. I reckon its just bruising, but as I say, I can’t see any blue on the arm? Another 72 Woodthorpe Court mystery. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of outer space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Hahaha!
Typical, I just had another look when I typed the above. Looks like I was premature, I think a bruise is coming out now. Well, it’s only fair, if one has pain, it’s nice to see what it is causing it. Hehehe!
Please note the Charity-shop-bought £2 watch with the £10 strap now attached, has not been lost again.
Hello, sounds like the fire sprinkler blokes are working next door methinks, judging by the drilling noises. Knocking ones now. Then back to drilling.
Apart from the arm and swollen feet, I was feeling a little perkier now. So I went onto the Facebook page to update the picture albums and visit the TFZer site.
The sound of the workers has steadied up. The weather was now wet and windy. But it doesn’t stop the lads working outside!
Went to make a mug of tea. ‘Oh ‘eck!’ I was so involved in and enjoying doing the Facebooking, I forgot all about collecting the laundry! So, I sped along at my bestest rate down to the machine. As luck would have it, no one had wanted the machine. Phew! I folded the clothes and wiped the machine and emptied the filter, and back up to my mug of tea. En route, I cursed my stupidity, using self-reprimandical names, such as pillock, dim-witted schlub, twit, clot, Bozzo, Chaim-yankel, Idiot, fool, dunderhead, klutz imbecile, moron and nebekh. I’ll not mention the stronger words I called myself.
I got the clothes, there were not many of them, into the airing cupboard and topped the tea up with a drop of boiling water, and got back on the computer to update things.
The arm’s still stinging, but the legs seem to be thinning fluid-wise, although the joints are refusing to bend without giving me some stick? It’s all a mystery to me. I think it is to the medical people as well!
I rubbed some pain-gel on the arm and took this picture. Showing Cavendish Rise, in the rain. I was somewhat satisfied with how this one came out.
Smug-Mode-Adopted. Hahaha!
Back to the Facebooking again. I enjoyed that. Better get my lamb hock in minted gravy in the oven, now.
I served up the minted lamb-hock and mushrooms in baked beans. Some sourdough bread to go with it, and ate it all up. The lamb was not the best I’ve ever had, so only 6/10 for the taste-rating o this one.
Did the Health Checks. Very few wee-wees needed today, another mystery.
I got down on the £300 second-hand, rickety ci1968 recliner, and listened to some Acker Bilk and Ken Colyer jazz on CD.
Nodded off, and had a dream about an army in blue uniforms walking on water (The Channel?) firing at me, the only person on a beach. I had a pea-shooter and catapult; in which I was catapulting dried peas at the thousands of soldiers who were shooting muskets at me? I was hit hundreds of times and lost an arm. I can’t recall much then until it seems to me that the dream ended with the soldiers all around a ‘Pick-a-Duck’ for a prize stall, and I was running the place, and charging threepence a go?
I woke up with a start. The dream could not have lasted long, although much happened in it, cause the jazz CD as still coming through the headphones. I soon nodded off again.
00:05hrs. I woke, in what I can only describe as with a stinking attitude and demeanour. It had to be said! It was as if someone else was controlling my thoughts. And those were a mixed bag of fears and apprehensiveness, littered with feelings of sybylline foreboding. Naturally, I hoped these sensations would go away. Which they did later.
I lay there pondering on the quotidian tasks that are ahead. The thoughts flowed into my poor brain: Blood test at 09:00hrs. I’ll have to leave flat by 08:00hrs to walk to surgery in time. Must get the ablutions and medications started at 07:00hrs. Don’t forget to check with Kamp Kommander Warden Deana later, to see if any message about the leg ulcer treatment appointment has arrived. Remember to ask the doctors for a sample tube. How will Brexit affect us all? Must get some bread from Aldi, later. Why are both of my legs hanging over the arm of the £300 second-hand recliner with no jammies on?
The legs needed my concentration and determination to get down off of the chair. I was fortunate in that Arthur Itis was not active. Although the odd, warped swellings underneath the patella were a smidge painful. The legs looked particularly ashen. At least they looked a lot more balanced colourwise, and the fluids had gone down a great deal. Overall, things went better than I could have hoped for. Which was worrying, me having something go well – it’s not natural you know! Hahaha!
Off to the wet room. Decent evacuation, only a smidge of bleeding from the rear, and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion as well. Can this good news continue?
Got the Health Checks done, and got on the computer to create the Excel record for last week and today.
Got the Sunday diary updated and finished, then sent off to WordPress.
Went to make a brew, an discovered that the fridge-freezer had developed a concerning noise. A sort of faint cough (Splutt), followed immediately by a dull clunk-clunk! It reminded me of a similar sound that the hot-water-geyser gave out in the flat I was living in around 1966. The one I got thrown out of, due to the amorous attentions of the landladies daughter. Humph!
Had some cornflakes for brekkers, that last of them. Must get some more when I go out.
Visited the WP Reader section, and made a Willmott Dixon album on my Pinterest page.
Sorted the paperwork, nibbles and accoutrements needed for the blood test.
Then got the ablutions tended to. Too early to use the waste chute when I left. But I did take down a white bag of recyclables and put it near the caretaker’s door. Walked along Chestnut Way to the end and stopped, turning back to take this picture of the Windwood Heights complex. The weather was looking a bit gloomy, a nip in the air, too.
But, I was feeling so good at getting out and about after such a long time. I got a move on to keep off the cold, faster than I should have really, cause Back-Pain-Brenda kicked off before I got to the bottom of Winchester Street. Tsk!
A git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me from behind and brushed against my shoulder. I shouted something derogatory to the anti-social scum-bag, but he wouldn’t have heard me, he was going that fast. May his testicles slowly rot in revenge!
By the time I got near the top of the hill, the traffic was beginning to build up.
The sun was coming out and going in a bit often. Not that it had much heat to it, but it looked nice.
It dawned on me, how well I was doing with the ailments at this time. Only Back-Pain-Brenda was bothering me. Good, this is!
As I went down the other side of the hill into Carrington, I spotted some beautiful flowers on a bush in a garden. No idea what they are called, but they were very appealling to the eye. It made me wonder at nature, and fear for the future of my fellow tellurians.
A few hundred yards from the surgery, I came across this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art.
It looked like the artist had used a broken breeze block, and some paint and shredded paper to get his desired result. Well, it beats that Tate Gallery display of a pile of bricks claiming to me art! By the American (claimed artist) Carl Andre. Huh!
“Seldom has the subject of masonry ignited such passion. Yet the explosion of interest that surrounded the Tate Gallery’s exhibition of US artist Carl Andre’s Equivalent VIII, better known as The Bricks, triggered a national debate. Purchased by the Tate for £2,297 in 1972 and exhibited!”
I got in the surgery and logged on with the receptionist, sat down and got out the crossword book to do while waiting for my 0900hr appointment with the nurse. After a long time struggling with the puzzles, it dawned on me how late it was, 0920hrs. I continued to fail to get any more clues solved for a while; until I heard the most welcoming voice of Nurse Nichole calling me.
Instantly cheered, I followed her to the treatment room. It is lovely to have someone who is so lovely and shows an interest outwardly in her patients. We chatted while she took the blood. I handed some nibbles to Nurse Nichole and went to drop some off for the reception team on my way out. I found Nurse Ann there, so gave her a pouch of dog treats for her beloved lady dog.
Out and walked to the Lidl store to get some bread. Noticing how much colder it felt now, than on the walk to the surgery. Brr!
Shopped and I got to the self-serve checkout, with part-baked bread rolls, a small sourdough boule loaf, onions, vine tomatoes, and some Strawberries to treat Obergruppenführeress Kamp Commandant and Opera Singer Deana to, for her help with the appointment ringing to sort out for me. This activity, was watched over by a Lidl employee who never took his eyes off of me? Hehe!
Out to the bus stop to get to Sherwood, and I swear it was even colder out now.
I spotted the advertisement at the end of the bus shelter. CV-Library, I registered with them many donkeys of years ago when I was made redundant at Sawley Security. I never heard from them again. This notice bought on a few minutes of reliving sad memories, as I stood to wait for the bus. But the daydreaming didn’t last long, thanks to a lady who trod on my corn foot as she entered the shelter. The sky with its fast-moving clouds looked beautiful.
I got to Sherwood and called in Abdul’s shop to get shortchanged, overcharged or both. I got Highland Shorties, two packets of whiskey bbq crisps for the nibble box, and a bag of licorice allsorts for myself. Inexplicably, I also bought a large loaf of the Polish sliced sourdough bread – why, after just purchasing the boule at Lidl, beats me! Abdul overcharged full price for the crisps that were on offer. Nothing unusual there then, apart from my not noticing until it was too late! Klutz!
Crossed over the pelican-lights and walked around the two rough-looking young beggars sat outside the shops with their dogs, fags and mobile phones, and got into the Wilko store. I came out with some liquid-soap flakes and fragrance booster. Walked the long circular way back, avoiding the young scroungers again, and up the road to the bus stop to catch the L9 back to the flats. I was surprised by the many young ladies who stopped to talk to and donate money to the lads. My EQ tells me they were are dodgy. Not that I feel superior to, or hate them in any way, just suspicious, thanks to my usually right EQ!
I had a chinwag with the resident at the shelter. Lamenting the cutting of the bus service mostly, but expecting the petition will have no effect on the Nottingham City Councils decision, and will go ahead anyway. The Tory Party ensuing their Fiscal Austerity policy, while cocking up Brexit for ulterior motives, will ensure that older folk and immigrants have no protection. Just look at the Conservative-controlled Kensington and Chelsea Council, and their actions and decisions in ignoring warnings from tenants, fire brigade and safety regulations, financial cutbacks, etc. allowed, almost encouraged the Grenfell Tower disaster.
We arrived at our Winwood Heights (soon be almost busless) Complex. I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. No one was about. So I could not ask about the appointment activity for the Leg-Ulcer clinic, nor hand over the strawberries or bread.
So, out and on, back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court.
I met Mo in the foyer, and stopped for schmooze and laugh with her.
Up to the flat, had a weak wee-wee, and changed the PPs, to a clean, bloodless pair. Hehe!
The pins (legs) were filling up with fluid again, but this meant the warped knees as well, so I’ve lost the outlines of chickens and faces in them. Hee-hee!
I did the Health Checks and took the medications.
I had a go at sorting the bottom cupboard out again. But the fluid in the legs stopped this activity within minutes; the bending was just too painful.
So, I thought, I’d try to get at least one cupboard top cleared and cleaned, with I can smugly say, I did manage. (Well, emptied anyway) I can also add, ashamedly and embarrassingly, right at the end, coming down from the step ladder, I tumbled backward off of it, taking it with me. I sort of bounced off of the heater, landing luckily in the corner near the window, thus missing any sharp bits. I did lay for a moment assessing things. But at no time did I consider using the alarm wristlet. Amazingly, apart from the odd bruise, and agony from the legs and knees, I seemed in good fettle. I rose up shakily. Feeling such a clumsy old fool. A right schlimazel! The kitchen now looked worse than ever! The bottles from the bottom cupboard were scattered all over, the things from the top were mixed in the other rubbish on the floor, the step ladder looked sad as it rested over against the waste bins, and I’d knocked some stuff off of the window ledge. Ah well, must get it looking better tomorrow. Humph!
I got some potato slices in the oven. Sliced some sourdough french bread and buttered it thickly. Added some onions and sliced some tomatoes on the plate ready.
The body had various parts beginning to stiffen now after the fall. Then that well-known to me wet warm sensation started from the fungal lesion. (Obviously, the parting of the ways with the stepladder had affected things more than I had thought at first). Off to the shower room, cleaned and medicated the lesion, and adorned another pair of PPs put on.
I did the last Health Checks and got the nosh served up.
Taste Rating for this effort was a worthy 8.2/10. Flavoursome!
I got settled in the ci 1968 old recliner. But getting into a comfortable position was not easy. The aches and pains from the fall were showing up now. But, my tiredness overcame them, and I fell into a blissful, wee-wee-uninterrupted kip! Zzzz!
01:05hrs. When I woke, I found it hard to believe how long I had slept for, considering all the hours I nodded off for yesterday. At least I was in a slightly better mood with myself this morning. The self-depreciation had eased off a bit, and I thought today might bring forth a better frame of mind and less anguish. My thoughts were still Farmisht, but for some reason, I was living with them more comfortably? Probably, most likely, due to my defeatist relinquishing and renouncing of any hopes of improvement in my sepulchral, bleak existence.
I fear that the Grumps, Kvetching and Curmudgeoning modes will take-over later, from my usual acceptingly-placid, go-with-the-flow style. My EQ tells me this. But I pray it is wrong for once.
After my few minutes mournful, morning-musings, I extracted my most abdominous, overheavy, bloated legs and stomached body from the second-hand, £300, ci 1968 rickety recliner, and gained a semi-perpendicular stance. I’m glad to report that the nocturnal-activities had not involved any nibbling or dropping, scattering items on the carpet for me to tread on this time.
Over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). The release was just a trickle, and the bucket had not been used overnight. I thought I’d be able to safely empty and clean it and then store it away now.
Especially after I checked the legs. The gnarling of the knees had lessened, they were both of the sameish colour, though they had moved positions again. Ha-ha!
I thought I could see an outline of a chicken on one of the knees after taking this photo, The right one as you look at the picture) I can’t find it now. Tsk!
Cleaned and stored the EGPWWB handily in the kitchen, in plain unobstructed view, just in case.
Got the hemadynamometer and thermometer out, to carry out the Health Checks. But was side-tracked by the call to the Porcelain Throne.
I was caught out with the amount of bleeding from Hammorhoid Harold. The evacuation went well, and I read a page or two of the Victoria Wood biography. I cleansed and applied some Germoloid Cream, gently. Hehe! Put some new PPs on, and wrapped the used ones in the bag supplied.
Back to the Health Checks. Again I was surprised, at the readings all round really. Sys up, Dia down, and pulse up! I wish I could fathom out why this is.
I made a brew of the deliciously-strong Glenghettie Assam tea and swallowed the medications, tablets, capsules, and medicines. No injections this morning, and no Furesomide needed (I hope).
On to the computer, to update the Saturday post. This lasted for only a few minutes, and a second-demand for the Porcelain Throne interjected. A bit soon after the first one?
As I stood up to make my way to the wet room, I knew from the wet-warm sensations from the front and back of the PPs, I was in trouble! And I was right, I’m afraid. The evacuation itself was fine, but Haemorrhoid Harold’s and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been ensanguining worse than I can remember for a long time. There followed a marathon, painful and worrying ten-minutes or more, of cleaning and medicationalisationing to the tender areas included applying; Dakacort nitrate hydrocortisone and Allantoin, Lidocaine Hydrochloride. (All right, blood stopper and pile cream, Hehehe!). Changed the PPs again. Good job my mate Michael helps me out with these!
Back to my blogging. I got the diary finished and sent off to WordPress. During doing this, I needed only one wee-wee. That was again, a drip-drip affair. Why have things changed so quickly on the wee-weeing side? I was beginning to let myself get uptight again, with all these irregular ailments kicking off and bleeding so much, and my not understanding why.
To the kitchen to make another brew, and could see many emergency vehicle blue lights nearby. By the time I’d fetched the camera, they had all gone or been turned off. So I took these shots of the general view.
Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Checked the Emails and a weather warning was received… Snow in Nottingham! Warning in place Between 3 am, and 11 am on Sunday 10th March. Snow Warning Nottinghamshire The Post put this picture up of the same day last year.
Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun overcame me, quite suddenly. I sat down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and fell asleep.
Sister Jane rang, it was a terrible connection, that cut-off after a couple of minutes. Jane rang back, still a bad line, but we struggled through for a few minutes, then I lost her again.
Went to make a brew, feeling more in line with things now that the ailments have cleared.
Did the Health Checks, and suddenly felt so tired? Confusing me today. The wee-wee’s being so few and of no power, just a trickle? Dennis and Shaun, the bleeding, my feeling so weary as such a decent sleep as well? My not feeling hungry as well, all doing my confidence no benefit. But still, hey-ho, I’m still here.
I rang Jane back and although still a struggle to hear everything she commanded and lambasted me for, at least we didn’t lose the connection this time. During this telephone-chinwag, I discovered I was overeating, too much bread and must cut-it-out. The buses being cut-back will make me walk further and be good for me. And… oh, I’ve forgotten the last telling off subject… Hahaha!
I put this photo in to cheer them up and make up for my bending of Jane’s words. Hehe! A dashing looking couple!
I thought of something I can usually eat easily for the not-felt-like-eating meal. Thought I do some oven chips tomatoes and a slice or two of the small milk roll bread, I should manage to eat it if made only a few chips.
Off to the kitchen, and Oh boy, was it snowing out there. I took some photographs.
I decided I could not face anything to eat yet, so I made a brew and watched some TV instead. Naturally, I fell asleep once more. Woke up needing the Porcelain Throne. An easier evacuation this time. Washed and got the Health Checks done, then I took two more weather pictures. They stick out don’t they, the last two? I’ve put them all together here. These later ones were taken with the newer camera.
Got the nosh served up, such as it was.
Took the evening medications with the fodder.
I had planned, to make a list of the medications ready for the leg ulcer clinic, and do the ablutions to save time in the morning before I go to the blood test at the surgery.
But, I fell asleep – yet once more! This old age is a drag. Now it seems I’m licenced to fall asleep anywhere, anytime! Grumph!
00:30hrs. I woke, after suffering a silly-bonkers repeat dream night. I kept thinking I had woken up, to find I was someone and somewhere else. I can’t recall anything definite of the who and where though, which is a bit galling! I think I actually did wake up a few times in between the nightmares, but I’m a bit sceptical about this noctuary. (As I am with everything in life lately, Hehe!)
As I was getting my horrendously over-stomach-burdened blobby-body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 recliner, I was still in a state of dwaal, and made a right mess of getting up on my feet! I got up and caught my balance okay. In fact, I felt a little pleased with the ease in which I had achieved this! (A mistake that, I soon realised!) As the first step was taken, I felt something crunch as I stood on it with my besocked right foot. I’d trodden on and broken my second favourite pen. Annoyed with myself, I unthinkingly bent down a little too quickly to pick up the pieces… had a Dizzy Dennis visit, went down on my knees with the right patella landing on top of the plastic bits, and bruising the already dodgy knee, and simultaneously cracking my elbow against the corner of the Ottoman. (I actually stayed down on the floor for a few moments, selecting expletives to use later on this diary!) Not a great abecedarian to the day! What a doddery old Schlub!
I checked out the pins (legs) and found them to be remarkably different to yesterday mornings. Friday revealed I had one white leg and one red one. (A first that one was!) Now, I had both pins looking anaemic below the warped mangled knees and red above them? (Another first!) With odd areas of a sort of a light khaki coloured patches higher up? Oy Vey!
I really ought to see if the Tate Gallery is interested in buying any of pin photographs!
Ah, The mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the cosmos, and the spacetime continuum, into my apartment and body! I’ve no idea what extraterrestrial or ghostly solivagant it is that has invaded my body. But he/it seems to have settled in and taken charge of the warping and colourisation of the limbs. Bit of an artistic type, perhaps? Hahaha!
I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Although the legs have had more fluid retention before, they were rock solid. Not the knobbly-warped knees of course. I decided to try a Furesomide with the morning dosages.
I had a rare moment of deep thinking. Having missed a few Warfarin doses this last ten days or so. I decided to have an Enoxaparin injection to boost things.
Then got the sphygmomanometer going, it worked first time this morning. The pulse was up again, the temperature is continually falling, rather worryingly.
Oh, I deterged the tiny wound on the knee and removed the bit of pen plastic, and Germolened the knee-cap.
I started the Friday diary updating. I had to go for a wee-wee, but cunningly realising I had taken a Furesomide earlier, I had the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) in place. A SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) one.
Back to the computer, but only for a couple of minutes and it was back to the EGPWWB! This time for an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee).
During the next few hours, while I did the updating, I had three more ELDOPWWs and had to empty the bucket and antisepticated it again. That Furesomide certainly works!
Again, I heard a sort of plopping noise, but could not locate where it was coming from. It only lasted a few minutes. When I was going around the other rooms in this magnificent apartment (all three of them), in the kitchen I took these shots of the view I thought you might like to see.
To the left...
Straight ahead...
To the right...
I then had an ELDOPWW, that, and I kid you not, half-filled the EGPWWB in one go! I think I could feel the pins getting softer, (less fluid retention) already. I emptied the bucket and disinfecticated it again! Good job I haven’t got to go out today!
The tummy started feeling tight and a smidge bothersome. I didn’t fret, just put it down to the excessive wee-weeing quantity.
I finally finished the Friday blog and got is posted off.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea and started this diary. During which only two wee-wees were called for? Furesomide failing?
Had a perusal of the WP Reader section. Blimey, the left knee is giving a lot of sharp pains now, even When I’m not moving it. Oy, oy, oy!
I visited the TFZ Facebook site, and added some photographicalisations to the albums.
Then got some brekkers sorted out. I had one of the French made soft baguettes left from last nights nosh.
So I buttered it and put some meat on it and sliced tomatoes. A mug of strong-flavoured tea, A Marmite cheese lump and a bag of Marmite crisps, made for a tasty breakfast.
Very flavoursome.
I got some mushrooms and minced lamb in the crock-pot. Added a little lamb gravy granules, mint and a shot of Maggi flavouring. I left it as it turns out for about four hours on a low setting.
This is because when I sat down to change my socks, and fell asleep for four hours! Humph!
Still, I must have needed it. Or be on the verge of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Circadian Rhythm Disorder, or Narcolepsy. Maybe my old mind is just hiding my brain from the struggle, confusion, insurmountability of late-life problems, and my fading faculties?
When I stirred back into mock-life, I did the Health Checks and medication taking. Had a wee-wee.
Then I served up the lamb and mushrooms with some mashed potato and onions, added the last of the mini tomatoes. I had a couple of slices of the Milk Roll bread, and a small pot of lemon mousse.
The potatoes, mushrooms and tomatoes were fine tasting, but the lamb was a little bland! So, only a Flavour-Rating of 6/10 for this effort.
I put down the tray on the floor and began to think of all the things I had to do the coming week… Zzzz! Again!
