Wednesday 26th December 2018
Wednesday 26th December 2018
00:35hrs. Woke, felt the aches, stiffness, and pains on my overabundant body – then in response to the innards warnings, I was out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner so speedily and off to the Porcelain Throne. The few paces to the wet room were painful as the limbs and joints grumbled and stung me in revenge for their being activated so suddenly.
No problem with the evacuation, apart from a bit of bleeding from Harolds Haemorrhoids. And, I could see any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the place!
Like a limping automaton, I washed and went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
I was amazed to see that the weight had gone down, despite my lack of physical activity?
Took the medications, I remembered to only take the extra Codeine Phosphate. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I had an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee)
Got on the computer. (I still seemed to be doing things on Auto-pilot?) I got the dismal Christmas Day diary completed and sent off. Went on the WordPress Reader section.
I decided to get the laundry done. Gathered the accoutrements and clothing, and down to the foyer.
As I emptied the tog from bag to machine, guess what I found at the bottom? A rather large EIBWBBB! It was dead, but it was not there last week. Are the tricky things planning another counter-attack? Grumph!
Got the washer going and nipped outside, and took a photographicalisation of this mornings view along Chestnut Walk.
No raining or mist or fog yet? (Apart from in my head, Haha!)
I think the left ankle is improving a little. The knees remain obstinately determined to stay stiff 
and aching.
I nipped back into the laundry room to check that I set the machine on the correct setting.
I seem to spend an awfully long time grubbling about for things I can’t find, checking if I had or had not done things and in general confusion lately. But, knowing other inmates in the block have similar problems, can help me to cope with my hypomnesia, obliviousness, and absent-mindednesses. Although at the time, being in one’s own benightedness and naivete, can be rewarding in as much as it temporarily frees you of concerns… the bug 
word, being temporary! When the brain returns to as near as standard it is possible for it to get; then the worrying, fears, perturbations and anxiousness about what has just occurred, and the uncertainty of not being sure, comes back to you, threefold! Just thought I’d mention it, cause it just happened to me! Hehehe!
Back up in the elevator to the flat, I had an SSWW and made a start on this blog.
Thirty-minutes later, back down to move the clothing from washer to the dryer.
Got the togs drying, and cleaned the drum and casing of the washing machine.
Once more, back up to the flat. Had an SSWW. Forty-minutes later on, it was down to the laundry room again to collect the washing. I could hear the other lift ‘voice’ saying ‘Doors Opening’ as I travelled down.
Both washers were now going. The first one showed only a blanket of soap suds, there was that much in the drum.
Folded the clothes into the bag, cleaned out the filter using the newly supplied by some kind tenant, toothbrush, and wiped the drum.
Up for the last time and put the togs away, and had an SSWW.
Made a brew, and took another painkiller, as I now had a cracking headache join in with the stiff, painful joints in the knees ankles and wrists, to make my day even worse! Tsk!
05:00hrs. Some naughty inmate has just used the waste chute! I think, anyway. Unless it was someone above me accidentally making a noise?
I think I’ll make a bit of brekkie now. I’ll go see what is available, back in a bit.
Got it done. Mini pork pie, chip sticks tomatoes and mushrooms. Tucked into it while watching some car clips on YouTube.
Went on CorelDraw to get some page top header graphics done.
Sister Jane rang up. Nice chinwagging session. The bonus being I now know I am too heavy and must lose weight, I have to stop forgetting things and… now, what was the other things she said? Erm… Ah, yes, the paperwork for the hospital! I made a brew and sorted the paperwork and put it in the jacket pocket for the Thursday morning’s blood test, with a note not to forget to collect the prescriptions from the chemist.
Checked the slow-cooker with its mushrooms and parsnips coming along nicely.
Back on CorelDrawing. Weariness sent me back to the £300 second-hand recliner for a little nap… Hehehe, Little Nap?
I woke up eight hours later…
00:25hrs. I opened my eyes, at first concentrating on my obvious need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised with some urgency… but the immediate need was lost as soon as I tried to move the arms and they ached and hurt? Then as I went through the torso, I discovered that the legs, neck, hands, back, wrists, fingers, shoulders, knees… almost everywhere was smarting, aching, stiff or sore. 
I got the computer on and checked the Emails. A couple of WP comments and one from the Doctors Surgery about the Warfarin INR blood test results. 
I am now more convinced than ever that something had gone wrong with the old, now thrown away thermometer. For since using this new one, the results have been higher, as you can tell on the chart above.
While in the kitchen, I prepped the minced lamb and got it in the crock-pot. 
07:20hrs. The earlier crystal-clear view was getting a bit misty now.
23:45hrs. It didn’t take long for the brain to recognise the desperate need (Yet again!) for the post-prandial use of the Porcelain Throne! For some reason, Arthur Itis was in a bad mood, and both knees were not keen on movement without pain. 
Made some brekkers again, for a change. Sausages, tomatoes and bread thins. 
Finally, at last, I set off again! 
A short way down Winchester Street, not far from where the Mystery Boots Fiasco tool place, last month, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art with a difference. 
I hastened with the feet getting ever increasingly pained, Tsk! Down Winchester Street Hill and turned right onto Mansfield Road.
I thanked her, gave her some nibbles and crawled away. I dropped some more treats on the receptionist desk and scuttled out into the now slowly changing mo
A former Nottingham Post journalist who travelled the length of England for free using only his old folk’s bus pass started his journey here. 
I walked, well, limped back to Sherwood and called into the Ozan International Food Centre. 
The climb back up Winchester Street, took more out of me than I would have liked. 
The sky and lighting were so beautiful when I got onto Chestnut Walk. I took this decent shot of the Winwood Heights as the yare today. 
I started to update this blog for a few hours, then decided I was too tired to continue. Poor old thing… Haha! 
I lay feeling sorry for myself for a while, when I opened my eyes, the scene was so soul-destroying – I’d been at the Nocturnal Nibbling again! As it dawned on me how many bits of fodder I had on, and around my body, the self-hatred and frustration grew! (Please see the Morning Thoughts, above). I wonder if I can get some help with this problem? Mind you, it’s not every night, just now and then that I gorge myself in my sleep. And, I have really tried this last couple of weeks to attain a degree of abstemiousness… He says, looking for some lame excuse. What a yold, Tsk! 
I put the heavy dressing gown on as well now, it felt so cold everywhere in the flat. The slow computer was driving mad! 
cooker started. 
Before I started the updating, I nipped into the kitchen to add the ingredients to the mushrooms in the crock-pot: Sliced some parsnips, cut some pork into pieces and put them in with the mushrooms. I added some caramelised gravy stock and Hoisin sauce, gave it a good stir and started the slow-cooker on low.
The shakes and shivers are far less frequent than earlier, though. 
The Hunger Pangs arrived, and I made a mini breakfast of a slice of pork pie and some mini tomatoes. 
Did the Health Checks and got the nosh ready. 
I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne! I almost threw my elephantine body mass off of the £300 second-hand recliner, clouting my knee of the Ottoman as a hastily rushed to the wet room. Yet again, making it just in time. (This can’t last, I fear my next visit will not be so lucky for me!) 
Got it finished and went to make a brew and get some potatoes into the crock-pot. 
Got the nosh sorted. Beef pie, potatoes with a drop of BBQ sticky sauce on each half, tomatoes and mushrooms. Followed with a naughty, wicked Limoncello dessert. A Flavour-Rating of 8.5/10 given.
Some strange noises were heard again, this time they sounded like whining and tapping sounds at the same time. 
I tripped over the slippers on the carpet and made contact with my knees falling and hitting the floor! No time to worry about that now, I thought, as I got up with incredible speed and continued on my mission. I got there just in time, avoiding any embarrassment. I viewed the bruising on my knees from the tumble as I carried out the evacuation.
The sphygmomanometer was playing up again, and it took me three tries to get it to work. I know it is not the batteries, cause I changed them only two days ago? 
picture of the temporarily abandoned for the holiday period by the Willmott Dixon crew. 
Got on the bus and alighted at the City Hospital. Crossed over the road and limped to the Clinic. 
I paid up using the contactless card, and out into now wetter than ever, Front Street. 
Over the road and waited for the bus to arrive. Had a natter to a man and woman waiting with me. 
Good job I had the crossword book with me. IT was such a long time to get through the traffic jam, I nearly started and finished a crossword!
At the ring road, the rain seemed to be stopping at last. 
We were soon back at the gaol… I mean, flats. Hehehe!
I took a break and made a mug of tea and had a look at the new slippers I’d bought. 
Got the fodder sorted out. 
I collected the tray with the meal residue, not food-wise, I gobbled all of that up, from the easy-chair where I’d placed it and fell asleep so quickly last night.
I think a little advice is called for at this stage, folks. When you go to dry off your cleaned cutlery, in particular, the steak knife, be careful. 
Down again and outside, dropped the empty beetroot jar in the recycling bin, greeted a couple of fellow prisoners… no, I mean tenants as I stopped to take this photo of the New Extra care block being built and Winchester Court. 
I noticed a blood pool forming on one of my fingers, and remembered I was supposed to go to the clinic today! Klutz!
I took the pots to wash them up, and get the Health Checks done.