Tuesday 23rd January 2018
Hmong: Tuesday 23 Lub Ib Hlis Ntuj Tim 20, 2018
0100hrs: I woke, and it took a while for the dream that I’d had to clear away. I was in the most comfortable and well-equipped coffin and had been going through the act of vivisepulture; in this sarcophagus in the middle of a field of cauliflowers; with those in attendance singing “Come, all ye faithful!” up above. A Royal Blue coloured telephone was stuck on the lid of the coffin. I was thinking, marvellous! Now I don’t need my sleep, nobody rings, then I heard a knocking outside of the casing? I can only recall up to here of the dream but feel sure it developed much further.
0110hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, with unexpectedly remarkable efficiency and minimal nocive effects. I’m sure it is a different person wakes up in this recliner every morning. Hehe!
Fully extricated from the chair, and off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! This session was Trotsky affected, kerplunk-push-gush-cling like glue, affair. Messy in the extreme and left a sanguinary splattered Inchcock and wet room. Haemorrhoid Harold and the fungal lesion all bleeding. The cleaning up and medicationalising treatments took me fifteen minutes. Adopted a new pair of Protection pants. These episodes changed my previously perky-outlook on things.
Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I made my way to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks sorted. All the readings looked fair to me.
Made a brew and took the medications.
On the computer and started this load of hogwash going.
The innards started to rumble and grumbled, then hurt, followed with another visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Same as the previous session. Fewer evacuations though, and far less bleeding, thankfully, so the cleaning up was much easier to do.
Back to the computer and checked the calendar for today’s reminders. Morrison delivery due 0630 > 0730hrs. And twixt 1400 > 1600hrs Robin Hood (Nottingham City Council) Electricity supply change application for suitability meeting. Must email Mate Mike.
Went to make another brew for the other that I let go cold.
A foreboding looking sky outside as I waited for the kettle to boil.
0315hrs: Then I moved on to finishing yesterdays post. This took a long while.
0700hrs: Got it finished.
The Morrison man arrived, grand chap.
Got the stuff into the kitchen and eventually sorted and stored away.
The fridge now loaded a bit more.
I had the struggle to get the fresh fodder into the fridge.
It didn’t seem such a load this time.
That was because the bulk cost was the new saucepans.
Which came with instructions that could have easily baffled and bemused Albert Einstein!
Hand Wash Thoroughly. – Precondition the non-stick surfaces, wipe on the cookware with vegetable oil, heat gently, cool thoroughly and wipe clean.
A List of where not to use them, avoid scorching and hot heating? Conditions to use them in. Do not scratch surfaces. The cooker hobs may be damaged? Many more instructions on using them. Then a monologue of how to clean them. Storage methods. A list of Cautions etc…
Sorry I bought them now!
By the time I’d got them out, being too scared to use them, it was time for the ablutions so I can to the meeting in time. I’m fed-up already now!
Had a good scrub-up. Medicationalised the areas needed to be done. Took the black bags to the chute on the way out.
Lifted the saucepans empty box and filled it with recyclable stuff and took it down with me as I left to go to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Shed, to find out the time of the Robin Hood electrical suppliers meeting.
I dropped off the box near the recycling bin.
I noticed this wood pigeon on the opposite 
side of Chestnut Grove on the back verge and took this photo of the little beauty.
Bootiful!
As I made me along the road, taking care not to have an Accifauxpa on the wet leaves, I also avoided the deep puddled.
So much traffic and so little space for it.
I got to the hut, and Obergerfreiteress Julie and two other Nottingham City Homes employees were having a cuppa and nibble. One of them was the caretaker, I didn’t know the other bloke, but he didn’t smile or answer my cheery greetings.
Two tenants joined me as the three agreed that they will have to go and get something done. Hehehe! We had a laugh and nattering session.
I left, out to the bus stop where a few other residents were waiting. I was only going a few stops up the hill. Barry’s better half, such a friendly gal sat next to me and had a few words and a smile. I dropped off three stops later at the top of the road and made my way to the Aldi store. Where two more bags of shopping and £20 lighter in the pocket. I’d paid the lady and was on the way back to the bus stop.
I waited and waited.
Ten minutes after the bus arrival time, I walked down the hill two bus stops. Still no appearance of the vehicle.
I could see the flats in the distance, and decided to walk it anyway. Slowly.
It doesn’t show clearly in this photo, but at the bottom of the road, as I neared the right turn onto Chestnut Walk, the pavement was sheer wet, compacted leaves. I had a choice of walking on the street and getting knocked over or hobbling on the leaves and slipping over. I must have looked aright old dodderer gingerly making my way on the dodgy pavement.
The sun came out when I got close to the flats. It lasted a good two minutes, then withdrew; its days work finished. Haha!
I got the fodder away, and then suddenly decided to go to Asda instead of the electricity meeting. I’ve no idea why I made this choice. I think the brain kept it a secret from me.
Did the midday checks and medical thingamabobs.
Caught the bus to Arnold, the 15th-floor lady was also on her way out again, here she is in a deep-pink coat. A few tenants on the bus and we were somewhat raucous with our jokes and insults to each other, much laughter until they all got off the bus in Sherwood. Apart from me, who stayed on into Arnold; wondering why the heck I was making this long trip, just to get some Potato nibbles and Sourdough Bread? Especially at this late time of day? Had I finally lost it?
I alighted the bus, and straight into the Asda store, directly to the nibble shelves and got some Beefy Potato Sticks and Cheesy Curls and paid for them and was out and standing at the bus stop all within fifteen minutes.
I got the Dennis Dizzies while waiting for in the bus-shelter. Fool!
Back at the complex, tired and well weary now. I noticed some of the make tenants stood in the drizzle and looking almost what appeared to be longingly at the workers in the centre compound. I wondered if they were having withdrawal symptoms from their working days?
I see this often. No expressions on their faces, it seems they had accessed their memories and were replaying them. Were they perhaps builders of some kind in their younger days or what? Both of these two appeared to be in a trance as they stared at the workers?
I pressed on down to the Woodthorpe Court apartments and went up to the flat, in an almost completely-fatigued mode.
To the Porcelain Throne, where only wind and stomach pains resulted from my best evacuational efforts. The better side of this visit was that Little Inchy had bled just the 
tiniest bit. Haemorrhoid Harold had made much use of the Protection Pants, though. Haha!
Change togs and carried out the Health Checks, took the medications and got the nosh sorted. The gadding about must have increased my appetite. I ate all of this food tonight. Took me a while to get through it, but Herbert upstairs accompanied me with a little tapping and knocking, bless him. Everything on the plate seemed to taste fantastic, even the Sourdough bread went down so well. Why I had three pots of desserts, I can’t understand. But they were a delight to consume.
I managed to get the pots in the bowl to soak and back to the £300 second-hand recliner, got a DVD on and was in the land-of-Nod in seconds!
0015hrs: I gave up lying there in the recliner, trying to get some sleep. I 
0125hrs: Time to go down and move the gear into the dryer. The filter on the dryer had not been cleaned again, but I was too tired to get miffed over this infraction of Stalag Woodthorpe Rules. Hehe! 
I found a note that had been shoved through the door yesterday that had floated in the breeze coming in from the gaps on the door, windows, and air-vents, landing behind the new heater in the hallway.
0218hrs: Off down to collect the washing.
Got the things out and folded up.
Made a mug of tea, put the clothes away and had a wee-wee.
I was getting a little frazzled with life and things. Possibly through feeling so stonkered and all the new appointments, bleeding, and lack of sleep confusing me. And getting out of my control? Anyway, I was in an edgy mood as I closed the drawer after replacing the hydrocortisone tube after use, I managed to trap my finger in it! 
Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Where I realised I had not got my hearing aids in.
I dropped off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street and took this attempted moody photograph as I walked down into the Slab Square, with the warmless sun facing me. A little pleased with how it came out. (Smug Mode Temporarily Adopted).
The shops looked a bit depressing in the City Centre, so many closed down nowadays.
I plodded to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate. Where I got some two packets of suet pellets for the mallards on the canal, two more screw-top containers and spotted they had some Pork Farms pork pies in stock with an extended date, so got two of them as well.
Got the computer on and made a mug of tea. Which soon went cold at the side of the machine. Another wee-wee!
Took this photo out of the window, but regretted it. There’s not much wind, but it was so cold. The vehicles had all got frosted windscreens.
I managed to stop myself using the Enoxaparin hypodermic in time. Fool! 
Cleaning up afterwards took me ages. And, I stubbed my toe going to the kitchen! Hehe! Where I made yet another brew of tea. This time in the tiny mug, bearing in mind all of this morning’s wee-wee activity.
Got the nosh sorted out. I’d been nibbling while sat in the chair and didn’t need much of a meal to fill me up.
Only to find the damned thing had been bleeding earlier in the night and had dried hard to the inside of the protection pants! Oh, ooh… argh! That was five minutes of pain and ten-minutes of cleaning up I could have well done without. Sorted things though, I think.
0350hrs: Got the Saturday post updated.
Took a break from computerisationing and made up the dosage pots ready for next week.
about Nottingham Street Art creating.
No sleep, so I got up and made the meal.
0120hrs: Despite feeling so drained and tired, I soon got on the computer and started to update the Thursday post.
and that fearful wet warm sensation was felt again in the lower regions. So, off to the Porcelain room, I poddled. Oh, dearie me. The Little Inchy lesion had been pouring blood again. Heck of a job stopping the flow. Time-consuming, painful uncomfortable and messy task. But, thanks to my adorning the Protection Pants, a lot of hassle afterwards was saved. Thanks to Michael, by the way.
Feeling reasonably pleased with how things had gone, I got another pair of PPs on and started to get the pyjama bottoms back on. Lost my balance and over I went, landing on top of the clothes warmer. Which, is now a custom-designed garment-warmer. With more bends in it that it came with initially, and a new bruise on the right wrist and Hippy Hilda unhappy with me. Tsk!
All refreshed, I went back to the kitchen to make the mug of tea.
I got the pain gel out to put some on the chest and wrist, and again Dizzy Dennis visited, and I went forward. Put my hand out stopping myself hitting the counter. Unfortunately, the gel tube of was in that limb! Comforting to know, that the cooker top, counter surface and crock-pot will be protected from pain for a bit. Hehehe, it shot out all over the place.
Blimey, it was cold out there.
Caught the bus into town. A crow of us got off, an all the others sped away from me? Well, I’d had a shave and shower and used deodorant afterwards and put clean clothes on? Mmm?
case. Hehe
Along Upper Parliament Street and crossed over the road near the Theatre Royal and down Queen Street to the bus stop.
Hilda Hip gave me a blast of twinges as I stepped onto the crossing.
Thankfully, it was not a really bad one, but it seemed to last longer than usual.
It didn’t-half pour out some sweet smelling smoke, through which I saw a pile of nub-ends thrown into a corner on the pavement, and thought it must be better for him than tobacco? The Vap thing, I mean.
Nottingham clean! And underneath it dozens of fag-ends! Hehe!
I poddled to the apartment and put the stuff away and got on with preparing the meal. So tired now, I did nowt but eat the fooder; and very good it was too! Did the checks and medication taken.
will be alright.
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0150hrs: I gave up on getting any sleep, Again! The moaning noisy howling winds being the cause of this last night, they are still blasting away at the apartments now.
Off into the kitchen to put the kettle on and take the photo above. Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Oh, dear! Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy both bleeding somewhat profusely. At first, I was concerned at how long it took Little Inchy’s lesion to stop bleeding, but when I remembered the INR Warfarin level being so high, all concerns evanesced. I started to read the last chapter of the Lenigrad book. I wish every warmonger and their families would peruse this, horrifying true tale of human endeavour.
To the computer with my tasty drink of Extra-strong English Breakfast tea and studied the scribbled reminder notes I’d recorded during last nights farcical Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops. And updated Wednesday’s diary.
I closed the kitchen door. To keep the winds that are blowing in through the cracks in the wall, the air vents and the cracked window frame, from making the rest of the flat so cold. Still, we have all been instructed to keep that door closed as part of the fire regulation instructions. I kept it blocked open though, naughty me. I feared I would not be able to hear or smell anything burning on the stove from the other room with the door closed. That is my only claim in my defence, your Honour. Hehe! Shutting it did lessen the noise slightly, though.
Took a photographicalisation from the main room window of the picturesque skyline.
Out of the tore and had a hobble to the Asda store on Front Street, and got some potato chips and Curly Cheese nibbles.
Had a friendly natter with a chap while waiting. Who lives on the 6th floor, never met the bloke before, but he’s been living in Woodthorpe Court for six years he said. His brother lives on the 14th floor. I knew him, he was the man who was a sniper in Korea.
Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. When it came to taking the medications, a significant cock-up, come Whoopsiedangleplop was discovered. Last night, I’d imbibed the Midday medications in mistake for the evening ones. Got a little confused over this.
I could barely believe what the kitchen thermometer was indicating. It was on freezing? And I felt it too! Brr!
I tried to use the new system given me yesterday by Nurse Nichole to book the next appointment. After getting lost and in a muddle a few times I got registered on the network. But it said this would take a long time to be activated. This is not good, for I am as sure as Tony Blair has plutomania additions, I would forget to do it later. So I used the standard email route, which they told me not to use, once registered on the new system. But I’m not logged-in yet cause I have to await confirmation, and I am all confused now, and apologise for confusing you. Tsk!
I got the nosh ready.
Made a brew in the medium-sized China mug, and turned to carry it to the Ottoman, and Hippy Hilda gave-way painfully. I no longer have a medium sized China mug. Well, I do, but it is in hundreds of little pieces and has been deposited in the waste bin. Bending down to clean the kitchen floor started off Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna, and I cut my knee bending down, on a bit of broken porcelain. Beautiful that, just what I needed!
Had an excellent ablutionalisationing session. Apart from the Little Inchy fungal lesion was bleeding, so I applied some Dakacort cream. Getting low on this again now. Must try to remember to ask for some more on a prescription request form.
I sorted a black bag of rubbish, got the three jars to go to the recycling bin ad tool them out with me. Dropped the bag down the chute, cause it was now 0800hrs, and tool the bottles down with me and deposited them in the bin outside the foyer door. 
The sun came out as I got further along the road. And, a few times throughout the day. But it was like politicians promises, no warmth and did nothing to warm up the voters! Hehe!
Haha! Brrr!
Right along Mansfield Road and up the slow incline. I noticed the Continental Shop was open and I decided to walk back from the surgery after the blood test and call in to have a nosey around, Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna permitting of course.
0840hrs: The traffic going towards town started to back up.
As I neared the top of the hill, one of Nottingham’s infamous Pavement Cyclists shot by me from behind, between me and another pedestrian as she overtook me. Most annoying being made to jump like that, I can tell yer!
got a good head of steam going too.
Out and had a hobble back the way I came, made my way to the Continental shop in Sherwood.
Up the hill and into the Wilko store. More finances spent. £8.40 this time.
Where more Nottingham Street Art greeted me on the wire seats in the shelter. I must say that it all looked really fresh? A lady there humorously stated; “Maybe they got blew away in the wind while eating” Hehe!
This little monkey was spotted outside on noisy Herbert’s balcony. “Who are you looking at, mush” was the verbal message I received. Haha!
Irritable and tired, I got the nosh prepared. Not that it took much effort, nothing hot in it tonight. Polish belly pork and fresh bread sarnies, potato chips, tomatoes, beetroots, sliced apple, chestnuts, and Chinese mushrooms out of a jar. Fresh orange juice and a lemon curd yoghourt to follow. Have to give this one a 9.45/10 rating.
