Monday 23rd April 2018
Albanian: E hënë 23 prill 2018
0340hrs: No mental-brooding when I awoke, the urgency of needing a wee-wee overtook all the mind-tricks this morning.
In my haste to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, once again I knocked over the stuff on the small Ottoman; the empty bottle of lemon and lime spring water, the camera, the pen, pad, pain-gel and empty tablet pot. There were no stubbing of any toes this Monday. (Just as well, cause the left foot big toe is still hurting from yesterdays butting! Hehe!)
Again, the wee-wee was of long duration. Going to wash the hands, and there was no hot water coming from the tap. Heck! Into the kitchen and immediately knew what the problem was; Muggins here had left the hot water tap running in the sink! So much for the idea of my having an early wash and shave. It may take a few hours for the water to heat up. Argh, fool!
Got the kettle on and went to sort out the front room and Ottoman. Retrieving the notepad with the other things from the carpet, I noticed I had done some scribbling on it, a page and a half, actually. Seems I’d had a dream and made some reminder-notes about it. The totally ineligible scrawl revealed very little about the nightmare. Canal, wooden boat, shame, soap suds and buxom girls were the only words I could decipher for 100%. Extreme uglyography.
Back to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks done for this morning. Then made up last weeks record. The sphygmomanometer operated first try.
Then I got the computer on and finalised the tedious and mundane Sunday post. Next, I started this one off up to here, then posted yesterday’s off.
0735hrs: Went to make another brew, and the hot water was coming through now. So I got the stand-up wash, teggies, shaving and medicationalisationing were done; during which the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne was tended to; Oh dearie me! Messy!
I got the bags sorted to the waste chute, and myself togged up and set off. With the hindrance of an odd EQ sensation, of problems to follow.
Called in the warden’s shack. Where I spoketh with the Nottingham City Home’s Oberleutnantess Housing Patch Manager (HPM), Angela Gould.
I cannot repeat on this blog anything I talk about or what is said between Nottingham Home representatives and myself. Fair enuf, I’ll keep schtum then.
Had a natter and a few laughs with some tenants. Mary, Cyndy, Penny, Welsh Bill and few others. Caught the bus into town to take some photographs of the St George’s Day celebrations in the Slab Square.
I tried to take a photograph of Clumber Street when I arrived in town. But the camera would not allow me to, it was now fully kaputt!
So, I called into the Jessops camera shop and perused those on offer. I found one, the exact same model Lumix as the one that had packed-up on me. I decided to buy this model, as I should be able to operate it without too much hassle, surely? By the time I’d just started growing hair on my head again, an assistant approached me. I could tell I’d disappointed him with my opting for one of the cheaper older cameras. His look of dejection almost made me feel guilty!
Then, again. I could not find my card to pay him with. He said he’d keep the camera to one side, because it was the last of the older models in stock, for me to return to purchase from him later. Then, a smidge of panic set-in. Had I lost it? I felt sure I’d moved everything from the big coat to the sleeveless one?
Back to the bus stop to return home and search for the plastic. I caught a number 40 bus that I can drop off of on Winchester Street, and hopefully get to the flat and find the card, and still catch the next L9 back to town.
The bus was cram-packed and very busy en route.
I sat down on one of the side-saddle seats. Then a lady with a pram got on, and I moved to another place, to allow her in. She stood on my right foot, a big gal she was too. Tsk!
Then, a lady with one of those dangerous potentially deadly four-wheeled shopping trolleys got on at the next stop. She hit my chin a fair-wallop with the cart!
I alighted the vehicle, more limpingly than I got onto it. Hehe! Fretting on and off about the loss or mislaying of the card, I made my way as fast as I could manage, across the road and down back to the flats.
I got in, straight to the new heavy coat, and breathed a quick sigh of relief at finding the missing object and transferring it into the sleeveless jackets zip-pocket. Then out again sharpishly to get the next L9 bus, due out in ten minutes from Chestnut Walk.
I realised that I might now be too late and miss the Parade. Caught the bus with minutes to spare and help from it arriving a few minutes late.
In town, I was hobbling and hastening into the Slab Square when Sister Jane rang. Told me to meet her at Brian Clough’s statue on King-Queen street junction. So I did.
I met up with them, but we had missed the big parade. I fiddled with the camera and got it going, it kept sticking with the zoom thingy half open and having to be forcibly encouraged to complete the motions in and out. This spoilt the occasion and made for some pretty bad photos, some not worth printing. But, a few decent ones were produced, more from luck than any skills on my part. We had an excellent nattering and stroll around as the crowds were breaking up. We made the best of it.
Brother-in-law Pete was using a new fandangled tool on his new camera, that allowed him to take photographs of behind where he stood. Natty looking machine.
Here are the results of my efforts.
And, here is Pete’s from his latest fancy new Galaxy (I think?) camera and elegant extension.
We parted, farewells given, and I went off to the Jessops camera store to collect the new-old Lumix. There was only one person serving, lunchtime you see. I gave up waiting in the end.
Limped to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street and caught it back home to the flats.
Penny and a friend got on, and I listened to their chinwagging and laughter between them. This cheered me up a bit after all the Whoopsiedangleplops of the day so far.
The chin where the lady on the bus hit me with the trolley was stinging a bit. I took a look and found a decent bruise. Huh!
Exchanged farewells with Penny on the 11th floor and got in the flat, with mixed feelings. Annoyed and irritated by the Whoopsiedangleplops, cheered at seeing Sister Jane and frustrated that I’d lost so much of the day by losing the card. Oh, and I felt so tired and weary now.
I dug out the old tiny Nikon Coolpix camera an put two-AA batteries in it, and it worked. I might not go back for the new Lumix camera I was looking at in the shop, but I might. Hehehe!
Then I got the Robirch oven sausages that had to be consumed by tomorrow and got them cooking. The label said on 240° for 35 minutes. Put a jar of the tomato & basil garlic flavoured sauce in the pan on low.
Then did the Health Checks and took the medications. Had a wee-wee that I thought may never end. Haha!
Turned the sausages in the oven. I noticed there was no smell coming from them when I took them out and added them to the saucepan.
Got the nosh served up and ingested.
Well pleased with the flavour of the sausage.
Fell asleep and had a dream, in which I was being chased in underground tunnels for what seemed days… somehow escaping the clutches of the blood-covered almost zombie-like mob who were in pursuit. Getting fed-up with this, I bravely stopped, turned to face them and shouted something like; “Go on them, take yer blood, tear me into pieced and cook my head in garlic and seaweed – Do yer best you &*()%’s!” And they did. I seemed to be still alive while my head, boiling away in the saucepan, I asked them to add some onion-salt?
I woke with a start, off for a wee-wee. Washed and did the last Health Checks and back with my head down to watch some TV. I was off in the land of Nod in minutes.
As I arrived in the kitchen and the mind began to concentrate on what I was doing after I stubbed my toe against the cabinet corner. I think I ought in a way, to be glad of the pain; for it helped take my mind off of the last bits of mental-brooding.
medicationalisationing needed doing afterwards. I took a Dia-Limit capsule and an extra Codeine Phosphate 30g to ease the pain from the poor old stubbed-toe. Atsuv!
Back again to the kitchen to make another brew. Decided to sort out next weeks medication pots while in there.
Got the nosh started.
I went into the spare room as I exited the wet room, and took this photo of the outside and the eerie surroundings.
The readings looked a little more close to normal this morning.
Putting the needle in the ‘Sharps-Bin’, I stabbed myself in the wrist with it. No problem methinks, though, after all, I’ve just shot 100mg into my 
The blotches had lessened again as the day turned into evening.
Very tasty.
Into the laundry room and got the washing moved. Some poor soul had left their quilt in the machine.
1927hrs: To the lift. I spotted the forecast on the electronic information sign, it informed me that thundery-showers were about.
I nipped out again to take this photograph. There were no signs of any thundery-showers yet.
Got the things out of the dryer and folded ready to go into the bag. No odd socks to report Hehe!
Next, I tried the trusted reading a book in an attempt to scam my ‘Don’t-go-to-sleep’ genes. My choosing Spike Milligan’s ‘Where have all the bullets gone’ proved to be a wrong choice, cause I couldn’t put it down for hours! Humph!
As I was putting the kettle on, I caught my frightful reflection in the window. The face had the Spotty-Muldoon blotches again, like yesterday morning, although not so aggressively this time?
Back to my regular ‘Getting worked up, get in a fluster, get overwrought, be on tenterhooks’ 
The sys was up a tad, the pulse gone down a bit, but the calefaction remains somewhat high, but physically I felt alright in myself. I’d best not mention the mental aspects of how I feel. Hehe!
Got the ablutionalisationing and medicationalisationing tended to. Surprise, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all, and only the tiniest bit from the lesion. Hurray and 
on in leaps and bounds now, the Extra Care block is.
Paid the lady on the till and went out to search for the paraffin and picker-upper.
Then I called in the Poundland Store, to see if they had any of the things I was looking for. Of course, they had not, but I did come out having spent a bit there too. They had some large bottles of the Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2. Which is cheaper than those at Morrisons (£2.69) and Asda (£2.59). So I bought one. And another two citrus air sprays, 2 for a quid.
Calling in three different shops in search of a new picker-upper to replace the broken one I fell on having my last nasty dizzy spell last week.
I cut through Climber Street into the slab square.
Up Queen Street to the bus stop. Some more Nottingham Street Art on the bench.
I went to do the Health Checks and checked on the potatoes. 
the meal sorted. 
Got another mug of fresh orange juice and took this photo of the skyline through the kitchen window. 
I noticed that the legs had started to go wonky again. One bigger (More retained water) than the other.
I also noticed that the vein area on the ‘Nurse Ann’ attacked blood-giving right arm was bruised and clotted.
The Morrison Delivery arrived.
All ready and prepared, and out to the Social Hour.
I had a chat with Cyndy and the others. Then handed round the nibble box and had a laugh or two doing so.
I departed early, to catch the 1030hrs bus. Offering my farewells as I left the happy crew.
longer. Shame!
Out and caught an L9 bus back to the flats.
perhaps. Because with the L9 bus passing it should be easy for me get to and back from?
When we arrived in Sherwood, I could see many of my fellow tenants waiting at the bus stop.
I put the small potatoes on in the crock-pot and put the few things I’d bought away.
I viewed my beloved Tree Copse, slowly getting filled out now. I could still see through the trees yet. But, with the weather being so beautiful out there, it shouldn’t be long until it is walkable through, for me. It is a lot warmer outside than it is in the apartment!
Got the fodder sorted.
Looking forward to the coterie at the doctor’s surgery. I must remember that the Blood Test is at 0945hrs.
The workmen all seemed busy this morning as I made my way along Chestnut Walk.
n the Winchester Street hill.
it made it’s way up the hill in the opposite direction.
I booked in with the receptionist and sat down with the intentions of getting the Crossword book out to tackle.
Nurse Ann approached and greeted me with her very-own distinctive daunting stare disguised as a semi-smile. (That could, if it was able to be bottled, prove to be Britains own Nerve Gas; Not only that, but we could sell it to Donald Trump and save all financial concerns over Brexit? Just a thought I had. Hehehe!)
Left the Receptionists their nibble bag, and out into the sunshine and wind, off to the bus stop in Carrington. Sister Jane rang me on the way. I forget now what I’d done wrong.. oh yes, gorrit now. I’m overeating. They are going shopping in a bit. Hehe! Nice to hear from her, bless her caring cotton socks.
problem.
Got the meal sorted out.
The need for a wee-wee encouraged me to disentangle my overweight bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner and make my way to the wet-room. En route, I could feel the dried blood from the Fungal Lesion cracking and a sensation of fresh liquid running down my leg – Oh, Heck! Much cleaning and medicating needed following the completion of the painful wee-wee.
I got off in town and made my way to the Aldi store to get some more of the red coloured Bun Thins.
bonkers with the buying of fodder again, also bought strong crunchy cheddar, mini-potatoes, caramel nibbles for the nibble-box, Viennese rolls for raffle prizes, Light-fry butter spray, tomatoes, frikadellens and free-range chicken thighs, lemon yoghourt and sugar snap peas.
The Nottingham City Victoria Centre flats loomed over the horizon.
I used their self-serve till, and a slightly desirous sturdily built young lady did the job for me.
me if I was feeling alright and did I need an ambulance calling.
I wondered to the Slab Square and Little John up in his dome on top of the Council House, indicated I had 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due to arrive.
seemed a little morose to me.
Then I unloaded the bags and sorted and I stored-away the purchases.
Got the meal prepared.
Called in Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and was lucky enough to find some cooked Pork Knuckles on sale, and bought three of them.
However, I could not find the list of things to do anywhere. I emptied all the pockets and searched the bag, without any luck? What a Putz!
The bag a bit heavier now, but I was feeling okay, and wanted to make my way to the Nottingham Arboretum Duck Pond.
The mixture of ancient and brand new building was not pleasing to my eyes.
I had a reminiscing moment or two when I got inside.
On my way out of the place, these beautiful little flowers caught my eye. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any like these before, beautiful!
carried not. Possibly not even aware of what they had done. Hey-ho! No harm was done!
Urgh!
Crossing Upper Parliament street near the Royal Centre and Theatre Royal, I crossed over and went down Market Street, with its many abandoned retail businesses and the odd few new specialist high-class shops, all customerless when I hobbled by them. 
signs of wind or rain, the sky looking a picture and a decent count of generally depressed looking Nottinghamians milling around.
Paid and went on the slab square.
I was pleased with how this effort came out.
I took a snap of the newly decorated facia of the Frankie and Bennie’s Diner as we passed by. I hope they do better at night for clients because I rarely see anyone in it when I pass by. Possibly another future victim of the Nottingham Business Failures League?
We parted in the lift, and back in the apartment, I got the purchases stored away. The new to me Flat buns are on the left.
The new Flat-Cobs were delightful. I buttered them and sliced some pork knuckle and tomatoes. Added a side of a sliced apple, pickled egg and seaweed sheets. A jar of the superb lemon yoghourt to follow.
The Sys dipped again, but the Pulse went up from 79 to 95! I blame that noisy palooka Herbert upstairs, and the care staff for not stopping his noises every weekend, and sometimes in the week, for this situation.
0340hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! I had a right job removing the PPs. Blood on both front and back, some dried bits were reluctant to come free without lubrication. I’ll have an exciting time sorting things out when I get the ablutions and medicating done later. Ah-well!
Washed and went to the kitchen to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold.
be returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in my mind.
The TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. 
I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.
I did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.
Made a brew and finished the Health Checking procedure.
0800hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs has started banging about.
The day brightened up a bit.
I managed to trap my hand in the narrow gap in the windows when I was getting the camera back inside.