Wednesday 13th February 2019
Portuguese: Quarta 13 de Fevereiro de 2019
01:45hrs: After last evenings phone call from the nice sounding lady at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic (A mouthful that!), I could not get to sleep again. Hence, I woke an hour or two later than usual. Remembering that I have a Morrison order arriving twixt 0700:08:00hrs (Well, having noticed the sign I had left on the TV screen to remind me. Hehe!), I extracted my overburdened with a massive flobby-stomached body from the second-hand, Circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. A little stronger and longer variety LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), this morning.
I felt as if I had had no sleep at all.
Yet, I perked up a bit when I stubbed my toe on the way to the Porcelain Throne, which made me investigate the tootsie and ankle. Thus, I found that the new welt or whatever it is deemed to be was healing up well. Just in time for me to show it to the doctor in the morning. Huh!
The evacuation was not a messy one at all this time. Mind you, I left a reasonably pungent and odiferous scent behind.
To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
I had to use the Emergency Grey Bucket cause I thought that the need was going to be urgent. But it wasn’t. It was another LSPDOWW, and this was stung a bit more and took longer to get rid of less fluid. Confused-Mode-Adopted.
I disinfected the bin and washed the dandies, and got back on with the Health Checks.
BP was still in the high area on the graph. I’d even bet a pound to a penny that when the doctor takes in the morning, it will be down and looking normal. My being a hapless, ill-fated, blighted, unsuccessful, unlucky old wretch, must have its benefits. But I yet to find any.
Other ‘normal ‘people’ just can’t understand or believe me when I tell them! Oy Vey!
I took a shot of the morning lights. The photo did not come out very well?
I got on the computer and updated the Tuesday diary.
I turned on the television on the CCTV camera channel so I could see when the Morrison van arrived with the fodder (which I don’t really need, other than the Marmite foods) What a plonka!
I stopped doing the blog and got the ablutions done. After which, I got dressed then I got the post finalised and sent off to WordPress. I checked the Emails next. Morrison had informed me that they were substituting their own label bleach with Domestos. So, instead of £1.50, I had to pay £3 for the damned stuff! I was not a happy chappy!
The delivery man arrived. He kept quiet about the substitutions, where they usually tell me and ask if I want to return the substituted goods. But he was running late, so I forgave 
him.
Well, it is the 13th of the month!
I got the stuff put away, and decided to make some cooked meat (Oh yes, I have the smoked belly I bought yesterday I can use) and tomato sarnies, with the seasoned sliced potatoes for nosh later. How about that? Me making a decision! It’s so early in the day, as well. Hehe!
Off for another LSPDOWW; as the wee-wees were going this morning, this one was far less painful but much longer and weaker. I could write a book about wee-weeing when on Furesomide. Hahaha!
Off of the computer, and got the black bags to the waste chute, then made up a white bag of recyclables to drop off on the way out.
I took the bags and got into the elevator. Two floors down and I realised I had not put the hearing aids in. Klutz! Had to go to the ground floor and back up again. Much to the amusement of the chap who got into the lift. Hehe!
Out into the chilly, blustery breeze along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Holding cells, Winwood Heights, Untersturmführeress 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. A good few folks were in there this morning, which please me, cause it meant I could get a few chinwags in. Lynne, Doreen, Roy, Pete, and others. However, Gruppenführeress and Songstress Deana departed as I entered. But Obersturmführeress Ballerina Julie was in the office, having she replied to my inquiry of how she was today, that her loss of voice was improving. As was Penny’s also. So, good news there.
Out to catch the bus, a decent sized ganglet of residents at the stop today, for a Wednesday.
I sat next to Mary and had gossip, but only a little one, as I got off a few stops later, on Mapperley top, and hobbled in the much more fierce and cold winds up there, to the Aldi store to get some part-baked sourdough baguettes.
I purchased, corn flakes, mini-eggs, a ready-made meal called Loaded-Fries. Also, German cooked meat, tomatoes and some wafers to top up the Social Hour Nibblebox. And of course, some sourdough baguettes.
A few hundred yards along the top, I passed the vacant car sales property. I saw that the windows, previously boarded up, were now cleared. After looking at some stuff inside and taking this photograph of it, I found myself confused as to what the place might be going to be used for. Whatever the animal statue is of, I wasn’t sure. It looked like a bronze pig to me. Any guess what the building might be going to 
be used for at all, dear readers?
I thought I’d be glad to turn right down Mapperley Rise when I got there. I was wrong! Fancy that! Hahaha!
The cold, blustery winds were blowing up the hill into my face. Brrr! I thought I was going to get blown back up the incline.
When I got to the turnoff for Chestnut Walk and the flats, the sky seemed to brighten up a lot, and the howling winds changed to just a chilly breeze.
British weather, eh?
As I walked further down the hill to Winwood Heights and home, I stopped to take a picture of the Winchester Court block.
It still tickles me when I look at the lettering on the new sign on the side of the block, reading as ‘WI HESTER COU’, Hehehe! Craftmanship that! And the building is looking all new and spit and polished as well.
The need for a wee-wee suddenly became severe! Oh, dear! I was in a blur as I hastened as fast as my fluid-filled legs, bad ankle and wobbly overhanging belly would let me, to the flat and a wee-wee! Ah!
After the wee-wee, I put the food away and got on with updating this post. In between a good few weak-wee-wees, that goes without my saying really. Tsk!
Did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications. Got the oven warming, for the potatoes later on.
Back to the updating of this post.
Worn-out and tired now. Poor old sausage.
I got the nosh prepared and served up. Sliced potatoes, chicken sausages, tomato sarnies. Apple, Marmite cheese, and biscuits!
I felt so tired but ate most of the food. Taste Rating of 9/10 granted. Hehe!
Last Health Checks and meds were done and sorted.
I thought I’d take a snap of outside below the kitchen window.
Off ccourse, with the old windows, one only had to turn the farm and clean gently forward to take pictures of this area. With these unwanted light and view-blocking new window layout, the procedure is:
- Go to the spare room, stubbing your toes as you go, and collect the step ladder and take it to the kitchen and place near the window next to the heater that had to be moved and left holes in the wall and floor that need to be paid for to put right.
- Make sure you have got your wristlet alarm on, and have made your last will and testament out, so you do not have to worry when you topple off of the stepladder, or out of the window.
- Open the window; the mechanism usually works after several attempts.
- Wedge it open to prevent the wind from blowing back cracking you on the head again.
- Place the steps as close as you can to the wall, climb to the top step so you will be able to see far enough out to view what you are about to photograph, and hope you don’t get a dizzy spell.
- Tie the camera to your hand for fear of dropping it, and contort your old limbs and outstretched arm far enough out so you can see over the sticking too far-to-far out ledge.
- Using one hand, as your other one will be needed to balance your body in hopes that you do not fall off of the steps…
- Take your photograph.
- Bang your elbow retrieving your arm and camera.
- Close the unwanted new window. This operation can also take a few tries to get the mechanism to close. Try to trap as few fingers as possible as you do so.
- Climb down the ladder, and try not to swear as Arthur Itis gives you agony in your knees and Back-Pain-Brenda joins in with him.
- Close the stepladder, usually trapping a few fingers.
- Take them back to the spare room, taking off the skin from your knuckles as you go through the door, and place them near your collection of Billy Fury LPs.
- Return to the kitchen, collect your camera and take it to the computer, to transfer pictures to your blog.
- Open the camera… to find you had forgotten to put the SD card in…
- Repeat actions from 1 to 14, possibly 15.
Had a rinse and did the teggies.
The papsules on the ankle seemed to be getting better quickly, now. As I said earlier, just in time for me to see the doctor in the morning. Humph!
I settled to watch some TV. I even managed to stay awake for half-an-hour of Boon!
Zzzz!
Back to the kitchen, this time spotting the moon outside, that made the view pretty to me. So, I got the old Sony camera (the new Lumix is now getting grey spots on every photo I try to take, Grumph!), and made this photograph. 
The BP seemed to be keeping high lately. 
Took a snap of Willmott Dixon’s Perambulator Paulius as I passed by. 
Out to catch the L9 bus to Daybrook and the Sainsbury store in search of the Marmite biscuits. I chatted with Caroline from the care home at the end of Chestnut Walk on the way. She told me of her holiday she’d just got back from.
around. I inquired of a bloke if they had any of the Marmite biscuits on sale. After he kindly had a look around without finding any on the shelves, he said, no. I got to the self-serve tills with, Lemon Drizzle biscuits, scratchings for the nibble box, Viennese whirls, and a Warburton’s sliced 
milk roll loaf. 
Got into the Asda store and had a good wander around in search of bargains. 
vegetables purchased. Self-indulgence can be very warming to the soul, but annoying to the bank manager! (I might use this on the thought of the day graphicalisation for tomorrow?) Hehe!
natter, he’d just been to Asda as well. 
full it was. But I was too low down to show it how it was.
sorting things out, now. 
I got the lamb stew prepared and on the boil then simmering. Plenty of fresh vegetables with it today. Turnip, parsnip, leeks, tomatoes, carrot and a small tin of marrowfat peas went into the pan with the lean lamb chunks. Seasoned with a drop of distilled vinegar, lamb and mint gravy granules and some tomato passata. A sprinkle of basil added as an afterthought.
heat. Of course, this meant the need for some plan of action to be formulated and actioned, on how not to fall asleep! I reckon all the ingredients must have cost me around £6, which is a lot for a bowl of stew.
The bowl of stew did not look very special or attractive. Not culinarily artistic. And the washing things up afterwards took an aeon! 
As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along. 
Crikey; had the pulse shot-up! 
The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning. 
crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 
I took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along. 
I left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street. 
I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions. 
Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.
I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.
pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!
Got the last Health Checks done. 
However; my mental cognitivity, psychologically and perhaps psychically, was a little contumacious. The thoughts were wayward and hard to organise or control, regulate, restrain or repress. Usually, after waking, the call to the Porcelain Throne would save me from such hassles, but today, the call came later than it usually would. Tsk! 
splashes, well, more like dribbles, and it was all over! But it still hurt! I had to give this mode of wee-wee a new acronym. HHPWW (Half-Hearted-Painful-Wee-wee). Hehe! 
long job, with my not doing any much, yesterday. Got it sent off.
Hobbled along Chestnut Walk to the cabin, to find it well-filled with free food eating tenants. 
I got a super nosh prepared, too much of it again. Tsk! 
00:15hrs After so many annoying urinational interruptions to my night’s sleep, requiring my extrication from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner and hobbling over to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket, then climbing back on to the rickety recliner and foolishly expecting to get some sleep for more than what seemed ten-minutes, I gave up. But I waffle again, Sorry! I don’t know if wee-weeing can make you tired, but I felt as if I had got no sleep in at all! 
I checked on the BP chart from the web. It seems I’ve been in High Mode area (Red) for the last sixteen sphygmomanometer checks, and once in the Pre-High Blood Pressure (Yellow) bit for one reading only? The high pulse might be due to the water retention, or the Furesomide side effects, I suppose, but I won’t find out until I can get to see Doctor Vindla on Thursday. Who always finds my BP okay when she has taken it? Or hasn’t said owt if it was high or low, anyway.
Off to the Porcelain Throne.Another messy evacuation, all over in seconds! Cleaning up began.
I got on with updating the Friday blog. Then on the WordPress reader. In between wee-wees you understand.
Coffee morning that she runs every week. We exchanged greetings.
I took the bags out to the caretaker’s door, on coming back in, there was pieces of cement or concrete that had been blown in, a testament to how strong the winds were this morning. 
Back up to the apartment, and nodded off in the chair. Luckily not for too long. 
I checked the drying washing, that was not ready yet, and the sun began to come out as I did so. 
I came round a bit, much later, and got something to eat, although it’s a good job I took a photo to remind myself, but cannot recall making it. Yet everything looked cared-for and laid out properly how I like for it to be? I didn’t fins any scraps in the bin, so I assume I ate it all.
The pins were solid as rocks, but les
Ashley arrived with the Morrison fodder for me. 
I’ve ordered some Marmite foods that Morrison do not sell from them. And, some Glengettie teabags. Two boxes of the normal Gengettie which is undoubtedly my favourite one of them all. And a box of Glengettie Special Gold teabags to try out! (Others that I am fond of), Strong Assam, Yorkshire and strong English Breakfast teabags, I have in abundance! 
When the delivery arrived, I sorted it out. 
As I crossed over to get to the flats, I snapped the bottom part of the building. I think that the new doorway being built on the right, will become part of the passageway through to the being built Winwood Court, and the Oberstleutnantess Wardens Holding cells, offices and possibly the bouncy castle on the roof? 
I got in the kettle on the boil. 
favourite still. The next best is the Special Morrison Assam. Then the Gold Glengettie. 
sommelier,
The impression of a face that was above the knee yesterday had changed. But what into, I could not decipher. Ah, is it like a Skoda car badge?
I got settled down very early again, in the £300 second-hand 1968 rusty, rickety recliner with some spring water, jelly babies and got the TV on. 
23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it. 
Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.
At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe! 
Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation. 
Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.
I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware. 
I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.
23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning. 
fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!
I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. 
Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up. 
23:15hrs: 
Brekkers with a difference, today. Sharwood sweet & sour noodles, Polish sourdough bread and a potent brew of Glengettie tea! And, I enjoyed it, too!
The Winwood Court new building is coming along. Not much exterior work to be done, mostly inside jobs left, fitting out the forty-three or so Extra-Care flats and the Oberstgruppenführeress Warden’s resident-holding-cells and offices, now. Hehehe! 
But the ground underfoot was, to say the least, a bit dodgy in places along Chestnut Walk. 
Walking down Winchester Street hill to Mansfield Road, I noticed that the other Mystery, the white patterned Nottinghamian Street Art ladies shoes, had been moved several feet and the poo remained inside one of them? Hmm!
even I recognised it, and the limping got worse when it came more painful to use the left heel at times. Particularly when going uphill. I felt a right handicapped old git. I must have looked a little pathetic to others, so slow and gingerly, did I move. 
Shuffling along the main road the traffic was jammed. 
Nearing the top of the brow of the hill, this nescient, obnoxious, uncaring, dangerous, indifferent, unconcerned, casual, blasé, menacing, and threatening Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, very close to my body, making me jump. He cycled across the pelican-lights to the other pavement, stopping the traffic, not that they were moving much, though. I took a rest from the painful limping along and watched him as he did so. But my prayers were not answered, and no car hit him, and he didn’t fall off of his bike either. Tsk! Ah-well! 
Walking a bit better after the rest, over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.
I had a look in Charity Shop in Sherwood near the Library. Didn’t buy anything.
I continued my way along, now in the wrong frame of mind over the git on a bike incident! 
Someone had even created a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the bus stop, by sticking an emptied Pizza Box behind it! Some people!
I prepped the meal plate and made the sandwiches ready to add the nuggets later. 
I checked out the pins. They were no worse, perhaps even a little better than this morning? How typical of my luck, just when I get an appointment to see the doctor! Still, things with the legs and feet have been changing almost daily lately, so I’ll see how they go. Not to fret!
Back to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below. 
I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.
I bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rai
I got back to the complex and called into 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, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower. 
The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen. 
