Friday 18th January 2019
Danish: Fredag den 18. Januar 2019
23:25hrs. I woke, after falling asleep about five-hours earlier. I knew I’d been dreaming and that they were not pleasant ones, but could not remember any details and I had not made any notes on the pad on the Ottoman this time.
No mind wandering this morning, just a determination (Well, a weak one I admit, Hehe) to make a start on sorting out the spare room later. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Escaping the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was done with almost ease. Apart from the left thighs mystery bruise pain when I moved, no Duodenal Donald or Dizzy Dennis hassle at all!
Avoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.
Sadly, I found a dead spider on the floor. I fetched the Sony to photograph it. Is this an indication of a Weevil-Counter attack and their murdering of this innocent creature? Or, is it that the spider was out to eat them, and walked over the sprayed Weevil killer? I said a few words over the body and gave him or her a burial in the toilet bowl. R.I.P.
The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness?
To the computer and got yesterdays post updated and sent off to WordPress. The concentration seemed a little better now. I have to say, I thought my recent ailments had gained the upper hand, and I had begun a downward spiral physically and mentally! Although I felt that this months mind-fallibility, misbehaving, pettifogging and shucking were going to be aeviternal.
Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done.
All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect.
I took this photo from the kitchen window and went on CorelDraw to use it as a background as I made up the Thoughts for today graphic.
I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order.
They kept to their word and kindly knocked off a fiver from the cast, for the delivery being so late.
I got a pot if the Morrisons pot porridge.
The light in the kitchen was flashing all the time. I tried turning it on and off a few times, but no luck. I bet the poor souls in their beds opposite the complex will get annoyed by this non-stop on-off flashing of the light, while it is dark anyway.
Pouring the boiled water into the pot was dodgy in the coruscating phosphorence. I poted some water onto my finger, Humph! So I walked into the lit room and filled the tub in there.
The real shame is that the lights have brought on the dizzies now! Oy Vey!
However, I did take eight shots from the same place near the kitchen door. And got a light-flashing and light-off pictures in order first time. Smug Mode Adopted
I went onto the WordPress Reader.
Then I got the ablutions done. Made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. I took a big bag of recyclable waste and took it down with me as I made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumour-mongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where I asked Ballerina and Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden Julie if she would be kind enough to ring the maintenance to inform them of my kitchen lighting problem. Which she kindly did. The bloke told her that all lighting was now the responsibility of the tenants.
I struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.
I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words.
Towards the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned back to take this picture. Still showing Winchester Court on the new signage as being WI__ HESTER COUR_, Hehe!
I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.
It was pleasant to take this route without having to rush, as I usually do when walking to the Doctors, Nurse or the Clinic.
I thought the traffic looked light. Then realised it was later than I would typically have been hobbling down the hill.
I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.
Alackaday! There was no Polish Sourdough bread available today! Ah-well! The chap said when I asked him, that some should be in stock by tomorrow, he hoped. So did I. I also wish I’ll be feeling as good as did at the time, in the morning so I can leg it down to get some. At least I got some Scottish biscuits. I paid the gentleman and departed crossing over the road at the Pelican Lights.
I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.
I stopped to look in the shop windows on my way. I spotted that the Card Shop had some thick, sturdy Notebooks on sale at half-price! I investigated and found them to be most suitable. I think that Lynne mentioned she needed something, so she didn’t have to keep using loose paper. So I got a few of the notebooks. At that price, it would be criminal not to treat her! Haha! Buying them proved to be along job, though. I picked up the books and went into the checkout. I got the right money out ready, and by the time someone came to serve me, I had a long line of customers behind me. Still, I was in no rush, and it looked like the gal helping was on her own. Poor thing!
When I was crossing the end of Trevose Gardens, I found out that the Winwood Heights Winchester Court flats could be seen from where I was.
So I limped down to get a decent picture.
I pressed on and walked up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
At first, there were very few about.
By the time I’d gone up the hill a few hundred yards, people and dogs seemed to appear from nowhere. And many of the dogs made a beeline for my bag to have a sniff and a nosey inside.
I never did work out what it was they smelt that attracted so many to me and my carrier? But I did enjoy fussing and chatting to a few of them. Included in the ‘bag-visiting’ dogs, where a group of three German Shepherds, a Chihuahua, Cairn Terrier a Scottie, two separate Labradors and a Lurcher type dog! I was enjoying myself! Most of the owners spoke to me, many showing surprises at their animal showing interest in me. Great fifteen-minutes walk!
Apart from a dangerous, ignorant, scumbag, knuckleheaded git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist when I entered the park, this was one of the most contented few minutes with the canines, I’ve had in ages.
As I turned the corner at the top of the hill, I made for the Tree Copse, with the intention of walking down through it and getting some camera shots.
But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route.
As I started to walk directly down the gravel path, I took this picture of the complex. Which I thought turned out a half-decent effort. Sometimes this old Sony camera takes better shots than the much newer Lumix, I believe.
When I got inside the lobby. May was sat there, and we had a nattering session, a few laughs as well. During our conversations, many other folks walked through who we greeted and a few we chatted and had a joke with. As it turned out, Lynne came through, and I gave Lynne and May one of the bargain-priced notebooks.
It was a while until I forced myself away, and up to the flat.
It tried the light in the kitchen, I don’t know why, cause it not going to work was it? Haha!
I did the Health Checks and the last of the enoxaparin injections for now anyway, unless the Warfarin level drops again. I updated this blog, then put some of today’s photographs on the Facebook Albums.
Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared.
I made far too much for me to eat. Much of it was left uneaten and thrown away I’m afraid.
However, what I did eat I enjoyed.
Did the Health Checks and made up a mix of spring water and orange cordial and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch an episode of the A-Team, then there were three episodes of Law & Order and two of Hustle all on after each other.
I didn’t get to the end of the first A-Team episode before I’d nodded off! Tsk!
First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged! 
Now I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?
The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. 
I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea. 
Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad. 
Some snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now. 
with it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours. 
I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?
It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though. 
When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me. 
Apart from the weight, I thought things looked fine. 
thought I’d better get it sorted.
of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!
he Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit. 
I checked the leg situation while in the wet room. 
Be back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window. 
I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done. 
Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.
I waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. 
set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.
As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.
porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.
The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats. 
As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe! 
As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet. 
I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes. 
Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk! 
anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!
this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.
medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages? 
It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors. 
Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road. 
I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)
Furosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!
off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.
I was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.
Walking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise. 
Obergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower. 
A little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art. 
lorries for Willmott Dixon were around.
When I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!
I made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.
When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself. 
Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment. 
Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up. 
I became aware of the need for me to take a wee-wee. But it was nothing like the last few days. Not such urgency, pain, power or panic about the activity. I was back to the standard SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) for the moment at least. Yet, when I rose and tried to put on the slippers, the legs still held plenty of fluid, and any leg lifting was painful. 
Another SSWW, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I took this picture from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window, using the old Sony camera. 
me things might, no, would, get worse with Donald later. I knew this when the pain became like a droning one straight away. This usually indicates he is settling in to give me some nasty grief. I took a good swig or two of the antacid medication the doctor gave me. Although I knew the results would be derisory, impotent and ineffective, the hopes of getting just some relief, prompted me.
Smashing nattering session and laugh with Olive and Lynne when 
I got down to the lobby. Handed the caretaker, who was surprisingly his mobile phone, the bag for recycling. (Sarcasm-Mode-Engaged) Hehe!
Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. And with Mary, who was sat looking a little dejected, bless her, as she waited for the bus to arrive.
I got the bottom and turned left up Hood Street and right down Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road.
bet Thomas on the TFZ site will know what it is or was. I’ll post this picture later on to the Facebook site.
a tin of garden peas. I annoyed the lady by giving her the right money, thus avoiding her short-changing me. Smug-Mode Engaged!
down. I zoomed in and took another shot of them.
the road and up the hilly Mansfield Road up to the, what I call; ‘The Shop with No Name!’
I crossed over the lights to the other side of the road and called into the Wilko shop. 
sale! So I bought it. At last! Haha! 
Nosh started. 
I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a
All was looking good on the Health Check results. 
There was no light flashing on the landline telephone. So I went to the intercom phone, no calls one on there either. I had a search and fumble around and found my Nokia mobile, nothing on there. Mind you, the battery was as dead as a dodo, so there wouldn’t be would there. I put it on charge. Haha! Went to the door in case the chime had been ringing, no one about. Well, now I was stumped and flummoxed! But pleased to notice the lack of any signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place.
Cleaned-up and to the kitchen. Noticing just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) on the draining board? 
The SYS had gone up, but the DIA was well down at 56, the lowest its ever been actually. 
was back to the full-blown LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) style! It was resolute, unrelenting, uncontrollable, 
Taking this photograph on the right, of the centre compound and Winchester Court as I limped along. 
Departed and across the pelican lights to the bus stop. 
CorelDrawing for a while.