Monday 24th December 2018
Samoan: Aso Gafua 24 Tesema 2018
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.
But, I had to get through the discomfort and to the wet room and Throne – where I had to go through the same with the evacuation. A red-hot, burning and seeming at times to be an endless evacuation. It took a lot of effort, and the blood flowed. I really must mention this to the nurse at my Warfarin blood test later, and add it to the QMC Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic notes! What a mouthful! Haha!
After cleaning up, I spotted and collected several EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) from the wet room floor, all deceased. But they did look well-fed and fatter than usual to me?
And I really was starting to think that the Weevil War was over, as well. How come there were so few over the last few days, and now they counter-attack, yet again? It’s a good job I continued to spray the Santex every day! The cunning, mendacious, not-so-little-now, mites!
Got the Health Checks done, and then updated the record on Excel, for last week and today.
I worked out that I had to get the ode idea and diaries updated quickly. Because the INR blood test is due at 0815hrs today, instead of Tuesday, that being Christmas day. Which means I’ll have to get the ablutions done at 0630hrs, to give me an hour to get the ablutions done, dressed, the nibbles ready, so I leave at 0720hrs, no later in case Arthur Itis gives me any bother, I have a feeling he will. Allowing me, about 55 minutes to walk to the surgery.
I got a message from Tim Price, pointing out about my temperature record being too low. So today, after the visit to the nurse, I’ll call in a chemist and get a new thermometer, hopefully, an in-the-ear one. And check on how to use it properly. Thanks, Tim. I turned up the heating on the radiators in the kitchen and computer room.
I got the weekend post finalised and sent off to WordPress. Then did the funny ode and photograph post was done.
Made a start on this blog.
Made some brekkers again, for a change. Sausages, tomatoes and bread thins.
I realised I’d forgot to take the morning medications, so I did so, albeit a little later than usual. What an Utter Eizel!
My EQ told me that the Whoopsiedangleplops were not finished yet. There may well be ululations aplenty to come! The old EQ is rarely wrong, I’m afraid!
I tended to the ablutionalisationing. Not as refreshing as usual, with me not being able to use the noisy shower with it being so early in the day.
I could not take the five black bags of waste to the chute for the same reason, not wanting to disturb the other hostages… I mean residents. Hahaha! But I put two empty rinsed jars and the bag to drop in the recycling bin on the way out and took the white bag of recyclable stuff to place next to the caretaker’s door. Int life awkward, sometimes?
I got to the lift and down into the foyer, to find Cyndy doing her laundry, which cheered me up, having a little chinwag usual does that to me.
Tsk! it dawned on me that I had not put the hearing aids in! Back up to the apartment and collected them. Back down again, and said my farewells to Cyndy, who had kindly waited where I’d left my bags on the floor in the panic when I shot off for the aids, to watch things for me. Bless her! Thanked her, and set off out into the gloomy but beautifully coloured morning. I got about 50 yards and… I’d not taken the anticoagulation form with me! I’m running out of names to call myself without using naughty words. So many Whoopsiedangleplops this morning! What a nayfish! Back to the building and up to the apartment yet once more. No luck in finding the form, it had disappeared. I could blame the Weevils, but that would not be feasible. Hehehe!
Finally, at last, I set off again!
The colouring as I limped along Chestnut Walk was still looking amazing as I took this photograph.
The plates-of-meat were already stinging after all the extra ups and downs due to my malfunctions, botches and bungles, so far!
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’d have had a peep at what was in the bags adorning the artwork, but if I delayed now, I might be late arriving at the surgery, and my EQ told me that it was not going to me Nurse Nichole in attendance. (I later found out it was right again!).
I hastened with the feet getting ever increasingly pained, Tsk! Down Winchester Street Hill and turned right onto Mansfield Road.
Being the day it is, and the buses on a Saturday service, I was still surprised by the lack of traffic and pedestrians about. I couldn’t even see any Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists!
I exerted my short, Churchillian-like body and limbs to the maximum, and pressed on up the hill, down the other side and arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practice in Carrington, and managed it with two minutes to spare before my appointment time! Not bad, considering all the Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops I’d suffered. ‘Smug Mode Adopted! (Temporarily!)‘
I got the crossword book out and had a failed go at it. Fifteen minutes later, Nurse Ann called my name out from around the corner!
I cowered, trembled and cringed. But somehow or other, I struggled up and out of the chair, dropped my book into the bag and carried it with me towards her, as I smiled bravely! Heroic I was! Intrepid, bold, daring, audacious, undaunted, I ignored her rushing me, and took my time as I followed her into the treatment room…
Where the stout-heartedness evaporated! My regular famously demure, coy, submissive, cowardly Mode returned. Especially as I had to tell her I had forgotten to bring the Anticoagulation form with me… then mumbled my way through explaining about the farce I had earlier in going back to the flat… My words meant nothing of course. Just one of her Prize-Winning stares thrown in my direction that said: “Oh, yes!”, stifled my words, and I meekly carried out her instructions to the letter without saying anything other than in reply to her interrogational questions. As for asking about the problems I was suffering with, the ankle and knee giving way, the temperature concerns and Dizzy Dennis’s attacks… I’d sooner have gone bungee-jumping than risk asking her. Hehehe!
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 morning light.
With a sky that I imagine would have been a delight to any Nottinghamian interested in the hobby of nephelognosy.
The chemist was not yet ope
n, so I carried on a bit and called in the Lidl Store. I wish I hadn’t now!
In the yellow painted retailer in this picture, the launderette, I noticed Big John and went in to have a chinwag with him for a bit.
A git of a Pavement C
yclist frit me as he belted by from behind. The Git!
On to the Lidl store. I wandered around, in no rush. I selected some salt & vinegar potato sticks, some mini-weiners, a cheese twist, and a baby pork pie (For Christmas Day breakfast, as has been my habit for years now). I got to the self-serve tills area and joined the end of a long queue.
By the time my turn came up…
- Two women had banged into the back of my bad knee with their trolley.
- A bloke had trodden on my corn, and gave me a dirty look?
- And a woman had nipped in front of me taking my turn at the tills.
Tsk! My chance arrived, and I moved as quickly as I could to avoid being Queue-jumped again and started putting my few bits through the machine.
I was having a problem finding the cheese twist on the price list on the screen, I could hear the muttering and tutting behind me… A chap leant on my shoulder with chin and told me which button to press to find what I needed, I thanked him, then he came out with a naughty four-letter descriptive word for me! Oh, dear, worra day!
I left the store in haste, despite the bag I was carrying. I went to the chemist who was now open. Big John was having a fag near his car, and few words and a laugh were exchanged.
I went towards the pharmacy, to find it packed solid with customers. So I did not go in to get the prescriptions or a new thermometer.
The Pelican Crossing further along Mansfield Road was now out of order. The Flats in this picture, are named, Tavistock Court, has a little history. I remember them being built.
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.
The Post Code had only had 182 reported crimes last year.
A single flat was sold at Auctions for only: £38,600!
Just thought, I’d mention it.
I walked, well, limped back to Sherwood and called into the Ozan International Food Centre.
The one with the large young lady who overcharges or shortchanges you when she can get away with it. But what a body!
I got a small sliced loaf (£1.49, but tasty!) pickled mushrooms and two tins of chilli beans for a quid.
Then I called in the Boots Store and got a thermometer. I couldn’t get one that went in the ear but got one similar to the old one.
The climb back up Winchester Street, took more out of me than I would have liked.
But I got up okay, with several stops to rest the corn, ankle and heel.
At least there were no Porcelain Throne needs while I was out and about.
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.
Not many prisoners around, in fact, I didn’t see one on my way to the apartment, anywhere?
I got in, and still, no more demands for the Throne arrived?
I put the bits of food away and got the oven on a low heat ready to warm up quickly for the chips later on. I’m going to make sarnies with tomatoes to go with the chips. Unless there is a change of plan.
A lot of banging and knocking from up above today. Big John I suspect.
I did the Health Checks. I got both of the thermometers and used them straight after each other. Tried them both, and got 33.1° on the new one, and 31.2° on the old one! Threw the used one in the recycle bin! It looks like it was acting up, then?
I started to update this blog for a few hours, then decided I was too tired to continue. Poor old thing… Haha!
So got the chips cooking and made the ham and tomato sandwiches. A Flavour-Rating of 7.2/10, was given. Mostly for the wonderful tasting bread and the fries.
I spent about three hours watching the TV, about 70% of the time, asleep! Hahaha!
Woke up many times, and eventually gave up and turned off the telly.
Zzzz!
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.
23:45hrs: I opened my eyes and wondered why the brain was in ‘Ignavia Mode’? While I could tell the cerebricity seemed active, there was a definite apanthropinisation in there somewhere, ensuring that any thoughts, questions, ideas or queries that came to the fore were dealt with using a reluctant flânerie style of response? I shouldn’t be surprised come think of it. For the tired for some reason, fat body was also showing similar negativity in its clinomania, and desire to stay where it is, sprawled on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. 
The readings for the Sys and Dia had gone back up again. 
Ablutions sorted out. Rubbish bags to the chute. 
Out into the light drizzle and nippy wind, on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. Emergency WC, the 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. I had c
Back up and had to c
A Pizza in the laundry room cupboard??? 
I nipped outside to view the gloomy weather, then returned inside, just as the dryer stopped.
I turned out to be a gastronomic delight! Especially, when eaten with this small Aldi part-baked sourdough baguette! 
was back to being of the messy liquified type. So glad I got there when I did and not ten seconds later. Phew! Antisepticating things and I spotted the advance raiding party of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil
Most had perished in the residue of the Santex bug spray, but a couple got away scot-free! 
Well well, all the readings were down compared to yesterday morning. I don’t think I’ve had the Sys and Dia so low before?
A sudden desire for food suddenly overcame over me! I just had to make something to eat? 
Went to wash the tray. 
stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 
can’t be helped. I begin to fade every day around 0100>0200hrs with my odd sleeping habits. 
Then down towards Carrington on the same side of the road. 
As I left through the car park on to Mansfield Road, the view was so indicative of something, but I could not find of what! So I took this photo of it. 
The very-fine drizzle was still coming down, as I departed the shop onto the gloomy weather. 
I got to the L9 bus stop in Sherwood, and Frank was there having a natter with a chap in the shelter.
Where I surprised myself with making another meal. Habit perhaps? A large plateful, as well. Sopocka sarnie, cheesy cobs, cheddar, tomatoes, chestnuts, pickled eggs, roast onions and potato sticks. Although I didn’t eat anywhere near all of it, I did consume the two pieces of the De Luxe Lemon Dessert. Sumptuous! But naughty?
Back to the kitchen to top up the bottle of spring water with some orange barley. 
I heard the noise I did yesterday, so I went out into the balcony to investigate.
neighbour’s flashing Christmas Tree in their balcony. For some reason, the colours did not show, they all came out as blues? Must ask Tim Price about this. 
A little further along Chestnut Walk were some nippier than I tenants, who had passed me by as I took this photograph. I could recognise Malcolm, Angela, and Roy.
I left by the Milton Street doors, into the rain that had fallen since I had entered the mall. Which stopped as soon as I got outside. Nice! 
I walked over the road and up Burton Street onto Trinity Row. (On the left) Where even more gigantic eateries are located. Although one of them had closed down now. 
on the Row.
I took this photo from the top of Queen Street near the bus stop and Post Office, that is to be moved into the WH Smith store in the Intu Victoria Centre.
I did the Health Checks and took the midday medications. 
Many hours later, I got the nosh sorted. 