Sunday 3rd December 2017
Sunday 3rd December 2017
0110hrs: finding the words to describe what happened when I woke after two hours sleep, is problematical. For the grey-cells had gone off on their own again, making anything logical or coherent hard to decipher for the first hour or so. Even remembering parts of that first sixty-minutes was a right fertummelt.
Without removing my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I know I played with the mobile phone to get it working again, no idea what I was doing of course, but it seems to be working alright now?
I found myself in the kitchen, not realising how I got in there, or even why I went in, apparently in a rush… I think. So I put the kettle on and took the medications.
As I went to do the Health Checks, the book was already filled in with this morning’s readings? Odd or what?
I spent some time on the Porcelain Throne, got through a few chapters of the book. A good clean up after another messy session and wiped surfaces, door knobs, taps with the antiseptic wipes.
Back in the main room, to find no signs of any nocturnal nibbling, notwithstanding my not having eaten any meal yesterday, or anything this morning? Yet there were plenty of nibbles unopened on the Ottoman. I had notes scribbled on both notepads, but they were beyond deciphering. The earlier ones about the nightmare were eligiblish, though.
The cover on the chair was in disarray, a pen and the torch on the floor. The brain seemed to be operating again, although slowly and the memory was not good.
I made another cup of tea and decided to finish off the Saturday post, which I did. Then started creating graphics headers for the next few days diaries. This took me over six hours, as I was determined to make some interesting ones. Three trips to the Throne needed while doing this task. I wish Trotsky Terence would make his mind up.
Back to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.
Pondered on what to have to eat later, but could not make my mind up.
Finally, well after 0930 hrs, I got the Graphics finished and started on this post.
First time for ages, I felt a little peckish and thought I’d have a banana. Went into the kitchen again and found they were not ripe yet, still green from Tuesday when they were delivered. I’d left them in the window near the heater, thinking this might ripen them up a bit. But, no.
Made yet another small mug of tea. I’m drinking a lot, but not eating much?
Depression came over me, and I have not the foggiest idea why?
I decided to go on WordPress Reader and see what the other bloggers are posting and have a good perusal of them.
Went on Facebook next.
Got off of it three hours later Tsk!
Got the fodder sorted, Decided on Scottish buttered bread, red cheddar cheese, potato-letters, crispy bacon and franks. Sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette? Hope I can eat it, cause I just don’t feel too hungry? Odd this, the tooth pain eases off after it came out, and now I still can’t get any desire for fodder!
Left a bit of it uneaten, and did not really enjoy what I did nibble?
Fell asleep and the phone rang again and woke me, I ignored it this time.
Duodenal Donald suddenly kicked off, in no uncertain terms.
The sheer pain stopped me getting off to sleep again. Got up and washed the pots. Did the Health Checks, took the medications, tried to read the Erskine Quint book, had a wee-wee and turned the TV on, that did it, I fell asleep.
I knew I’d had some terrible dreams, but no details remained in the grey cells.
Jumped awake, in need of the Porcelain Throne, but just wind, wet and blood arrived? I sensed this was not good.
Back to the recliner and as I
settled, I knocked the mug of orange juice off of the Ottoman. Extracting myself from the clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner to fetch a cloth, I stubbed my toe and knocked the camera off of the same Ottoman.
At this stage, bits of the earlier dream returned, why I don’t understand. But I was operating on someone in surgery and could not find the pen in their stomach, they had swallowed, and felt very guilty and sad, this transferred to my current situation instantly, and a depression of grand proportions dawned.
Got the cleaning up done, robotically.
The bloke upstairs was banging about again, as he had been doing on and off all day too.
Dizzy Dennis paid a short visit as I settled once again.
The foot pain I identified, as being caused by Foot-Lady Sue’s overuse of her electric-file on the hard skin.
I was feeling very low spirited this morning. Yet, I should have been happy that so many other ailments were going easy on me. Haemorrhoid Harold, Roger Reflux, Anne Gyna and Hernia Harry all.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications with a mug of tea.
0410hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Cleaned up, made another brew and took another Dia-Limit Capsule.
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Woke up around 0005hrs, with a craving for something to nibble. Had a feel around the tray on the side Ottoman and thought I had found a soft nougat sweet to have. It turns out it was a chocolate covered brazil nut. As I bit into it, trying to recall some dreams, I knew that I’d had but couldn’t – Snap! Out came the loose incisor! I very nearly swallowed it.
Later I took this photograph of it with what looked like a metal strip protruding from the bottom of the tooth. Could this be part of the filling I had a few months ago? And, why did it go all brown and green within minutes of it coming out?
Got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
Got nosh on.
ock Today and made a start on this one.
Made another cuppa (I’m still drinking a lot) and back to the computer. Spotting the notepad, I looked at the dream scribble about the dreams. It appears that I was back driving a bus, a 1960 model Bristol Lodekka, just like the one shown here on what was then Granby Street but changed to Maid Marion Way later, in Nottingham. I was in the cab with a bloke and telling him how much harder it was to drive the older buses and he kept hitting me? Silly really, cause there was never room for two in the cab.
Obergruppenfurheress Deana in another carrier. Got the rest of it stored away in the fridge, freezer and cupboards. I purchased some fresh potato rostis that I intend to have tonight. Along with some freshly trimmed mangetout, Scottish buttered bread, Piccolo tomatoes, a pickled egg and some Chinese chicken breasts.
Then hobbled up the Mansfield Road hill and into the Wilko store.
and they were moderately efficient then.
at the same time.
It was an icy feeling in the flat again. “Blow the expense I thought, and put on the electric fire. I’d only used it once before in the three years… or is three yet? I’ve been here. I didn’t realise that the backlight had to be on for it to throw any heat out. Still, I know now. Not that it’s gotten a lot warmer in the two hours it’s been on. Tsk!
I put away the bits I’d bought and put one more of the ‘Dia-Limit’ capsules in the evening pot of medications and took them. Did the Health-Checks and off to the Porcelain Throne again. 
Went for a wee-wee and to make another brew.
some plates to it for attaching something?
Washing the pots afterwards, and I found out that the Wilko Apple Slicers stay sharp for a long time.
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Took this picture out of the kitchen window. Despite all my ailments, I could see something beautifulness in it.
Didn’t eat it all, and kept the fingers crossed that Trotsky Terence would not disagree with my choice of fodder.
I placed the notepad next to the chair and settled once more, and watched some of a Jonathan Creek DVD, and had to extract my lumbering body from the recliner and off to the Throne.
0030hrs: Got the machine going and back up the lift. The second elevator now lit up, but stuck on the ninth floor?
It was a lot warmer this morning.
I poddled around and ended up buying 2 pots of lemon yoghourt. Not cheap and very small, but they looked delicious with the lemon settled at the bottom of the glass pots. Some Part-Baked Rolls. The very naughty Frikadellens, and two tins of garden peas. I only spent £4.18. Good for me, that I think.
Had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea.
The DVT, INR Warfarin Level Results and new doses. No Email from the doctor surgery again. So, no chance of getting to the dentist.
Quick bash on Facebook.
Out again and down the road to Obergefreiteress Julie and Obergruppenfurheress Deana’s hut. Where I was lucky enough to find them both in situ. We had a laugh and chinwag, and I got some orange recycling bags given me. I gave them the two dribble-easy cups and explained about the leak when drinking, addi
ng that were the best mugs I’d ever known for keeping the tea warmer for longer. Gave them some nibbles, cause they are a good pair of Wardens and I like them a lot.
I’m not an algophilist, I took this way, so I could have a look at the beloved Tree Copse as I passed it by.
Onto Mansfield Road and over onto and down Devon Drive.
I think I was singing to myself at one stage?
wrangled away at me inside. Especially, as it wasn’t my fault, but the surgery staff, again!
Down to the traffic island and left over the Pelican Lights. Two cars shot through the lights when they were on red against them. Swines!
A bird I have never seen before landed on the rusty railings as alongside the park. I got the camera out as fast as I could, but it had gone off by the time I was ready. The creature was about the size of a sparrow or robin, and was black or dark grey with a thin white collar and some white specks on its tail feathers?
As I turned right onto Hucknall Road, I took a shot of the Day Brook that runs alongside the hospital. At least I couldn’t see any new rubbish dumped in it from the other week.
way to the Haematology Department.
Thanked them and went out via the temporary route through two other departments, without getting lost.
Went to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and poddled to the Tesco store to see if they had any chocolate nougat in, but they hadn’t.
I limped along Upper Parliament Street to the bus stop on Queen Street.
Only the two of us got on, but by the time three bus stops had been by, the bus was loaded almost to capacity.
I got in the mini-dwelling and had a much-needed wee-wee.
A couple or three hours later than usual, I got a cold meal of smoked mackerel, sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegar, Stilton cheese and three slices of Scottish Plain Bread.
Took the medications with another ADRC.
Checks and weighing. Oh yes, a right busy little boy I was. Hehe!
Tin of baked beans and vegetarian sausages for nosh.