Wednesday 23rd August 2017
מיטוואך 23 אויגוסט2017 Yiddish
I awoke at 0415hrs, the mind in turmoil and confusion again. It was severe this time, the jokes of where am I, who am I, what day is it questions became a reality for a couple of minutes.
As I manoeuvred myself to escape the comfortable clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner, Hippy Hilda (Right hip) showed her great displeasure at me doing so.
However, as I eventually got stood in an upright position, it dawned on me this might not be such a bad day after all. No Dizzy Dennis, Cramp Craig, Arthur Itis, Harry Hernia or Anne Gyna worries were affecting me at all. Only Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald, and later Haemorrhoid Harold were interested in giving me some gip. So, overall a good start to the day. Even the brain had regained it’s admittedly limited, logicality again.
No demands to use the Porcelain Throne (A little confusing and worrying this was), but many wee-wees followed over the next few hours.

The view outside was a little hazy, but beautiful. It stayed like this for hours, a little misty.
I had an idea out of the blue, for a funny ode about these strange thoughts I had earlier and started a blog off about them. Inspired by insanity, I think? This took many hours and wee-wees. Haha! I was semi-pleased with the outcome and posted it on WordPress.
There is the direct link: What Needs Attention Today, in repellent rhyme.
As I started on finalising yesterdays Diary, Ear-Ache Eric started off abruptly in the right-lughole. Tsk! Did I speak too soon? Hehe!
The Morrison man arrived, and I got the fodder stowed away. Once more, the freezer and fridge are crammed full of gear.
Podded the peas and got them shelled and in the slow-cooker. They (Morrisons) had sent me a free packet of Del Monte keep-in-the-fridge peaches in syrup. Moments later, I saw a neighbour coming into the flats with some of his grandkids, and I thought they might like to have the fruit. So I collared them as they got to their door and asked them if they’d like to have them, they did, and I was happy.
Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading. Doctors Surgery had sent Email giving the new dosages for the Warfarin and blood test results. They had booked me in for next Wednesday at 1107hrs for the next test. A bit late in the day for my liking, but, beggars and pensioners can’t be choosers.
Got the ablutions seen to and although it was getting late for me, I decided to have a walk in the Copse, despite the foggy mist outside.
Getting the potato sticks in the oven for later after the hobble, and the door bell rang out. It was Footlady Susan. She had been called to another flat and wanted to do me now, while she was in the place. So she did. Never been done so quickly either. I handed her all my money and asked her to take what she needed, she gave me some back, and she was off and gone within 14 minutes.
The plates were a little sore, so I abandoned the idea of a walk and got the food ready.
The sticks were overcooked by the time I got them on the tray, the bread had lost its freshness, but the garden peas were excellent.
Down and settled to devour this, and the phone rang. Tsk! It was Footlady Susan, saying she had given me £20 too much change and could I check. I had no idea whether she had or not, I could not remember or know how much I had to start with when I handed it to her. Took her word for it, and told her I would put it in the top left-hand drawer so it would be safe and she would remember where, when she called for it.
By the time I got back to the fodder, it was not very warm, and disappointing in the extreme.
The unceremonious, but nowadays expected drainage of energy befell me even earlier tonight. Got the Health Checks done and took the medications.
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Remembered to add Susan’s next visit to the calendar. Friday 6th October 1330hrs.
The innards began rumbling and churning a while later as I settled with the TV on, into the £300 second-hand recliner.
I planned the viewing of some programmes, immediately the nodding-off began. I have no idea what I did watch and what I missed, but the misses far outweighed the watched! Hehe!
I had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit. It was not good. Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding and very sore afterwards.
Dreamed a lot and kept waking up, but no definitive memories.
TTFN all.




0248hrs: The accoutrements and clothes gathered, I made my way down to the laundry room. I got the machine going after having to clean some pink gooey stuff off of the drum, left presumably from the last user.
Had a wee-wee, and went to make a brew and have a mug of Thompson’s super-tasty-strong tea and take the medications. Twas here that I realised that only Anne Gyna out of all the ailments, was giving me any grief. Oh, that’s not right, I forgot about Arthur Itis and Craig Cramps who are both currently having a go at the fingers. No complaining from me, though. The Rumbling Innards, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Shaking Shaun are all acting most kindly to me. The boils had disappeared. Even Trotsky Terence has eased off massively now.
0300hrs: Time to go down and move the gear from the washer to dryer.
0435hrs: Back down to the Laundry Room to collect and collate the clothes. Got them sorted.
In one of the two lifts, the number twelve button does not light up, in fact, it broke the day I moved in.
Began this diary.
Down Winchester Street Hill and hobbled through the side streets onto Mansfield Road.
down into Carrington.
I walked straight passed the Sherrington Park Surgery, as far as the Tavistock Court Flats before realising.
Walked down into Carrington with the aim of visit the pharmacy to find out when the next prescriptions are due to be collected and then Lidl to get some bread. (This did not happen)
Limped down to Lidl, and found the property a shell, with everything gone from inside and workmen clearing things out?
Spotted some more Nottingham Street Art on the corner outside the store.Got a bus back into Sherwood and called in the Polish Food Shop. Spent a lot of dosh there, got some belly pork with herbs and garlic,
To the bus stop and a nattering with some other residents waiting alongside me.
Got the super-sandwiches sorted. Continental bread, sliced English tomatoes dabbled with balsamic vinegar, and belly pork with herbs and garlic.
of the first one, and it was time to retrieve the nuggets from the oven.
Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. Health Checks carried out: Sys159-Dia71-Pulse89-Temp35.4 and the weight, I have to report – was the highest it has been ever! 14.91. Depression dawned!
I alighted the bus on Lower Parliament Street and hobbled through to Goose Gate to visit the Chinese Shop to get some more chestnuts.
I hobbled down High Pavement (The top photograph above), and there was smoke coming from the roof of the Contemporary Art Gallery.


I took this photograph further up on Wheeler Gate.

This should please the few who have visited the Beach today. Not many of them, mind. Can’t blame them really, the costs are high for the rides. Not that this dampened the spirits of the little Nottinghamians in the slightest.
between the pedestrians, without any thought to their safety! With any luck he’ll get knocked off of it by someone one day, I’d love to be there when it happens. A trained First aider or not, if anyone else
But back to the compound and was the last one to the flats again. Poor old thing!
Got the meal, soy sauce potatoes, tomatoes, cheese & onion scones, battered haddock fillet and a fish cake. Followed by the Lemon Mousse.

No further pains or evacuations needed for a while. Had things got better so soon?
I found I had to make use of the Throne again, and a horrendous experience it was. Haemorrhoid Harold was now giving me pain like never before.
While waiting for it, I tried to take another vista shot of the parked cars below the window. Utter failure, I just could not get the camera to allow me to. It kept telling me to move pan quicker, or I didn’t keep it level. Took a long shot and cut it down in the end, not good. Humph!
By the time it came to sorting the food, my hunger had returned.
























ing at night signs found, guilt and shame overcame me.
Made a mini pot of porridge and added some Golden Syrup, then realised as I ate it, that it already had some syrup in it – Eurgh, talk about sweet! Foolishly I still ate it. Expecting toothache or hyperactivity now. Haha!
I moved away from where they were and took this photograph on the grass verge behind the bench.
As the vehicle arrived in town on Lower Parliament Street, I took this shot of the skyline, showing the various blocks of flats that have been built recently.
Clumber Street, somehow not getting bumped into. Hehe!
There was a few folk on the beach, despite the threatening sky and lack of bright sunshine.
I walked to the other end of the square and saw this dog with its owner. The dog was very interested in the water of the fountain, but notwithstanding the man’s encouragement, would not venture under the spray.
Got a bottle of Healthy Soy Sauce, Dark Soy Sauce, Roasted Seaweed x3 and some Chestnuts. I really wish I’d got more of the Chestnuts now.
I walked or rather limped (The plates were stinging again now, Tsk!) up to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Being Saturday, there were very few L9 buses running, and it was two hours until the last one would arrive in town. So, I caught a number 40 bus to get home on. It doesn’t stop at the flats but on Winchester Hill. Right on a steep bend. I’m always careful crossing over the road there.
The sky lightened again as I got safely across the road and walked down towards Chestnut Walk and home… boy, I was ready for home too! The Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was a bit risky as to whether I’d make it in time… and there was no way I would have been able to prevent any leakage as I knew things were liquified if you understand me? Oh, heck!
I made it to the Throne in time. Had to have a clean-up after the evacuation. Tsk!
Got the meal prepared and had some chestnuts with it.

Into the kitchen and made a brew.Health Checks were done.
Got the diary finished for yesterday and posted it off.
Had a thought out of the blue – I have not had the INR blood test results yet? This in mind, I went to check the door to see if it had arrived, and as I put the light on in the hallway (Well, I thought I had), it did not light up. Oh, dear, thought I, another bulb blown! I felt my way along to the door and saw two bright patches on the floor that were two
letters, one with the INR results and one from Pharmacy2U?
Did a Morrison’s fodder order for next week. It was getting much lighter now.
Set off on the hobble down Winchester Street Hill and a good few folks were at the bus stop, awaiting the arrival of the L9 bus.Had a chinwag with them then continued down near the allotments.
like four Officers, and I could see clearly, at least one of them had machine-gun type weapon in his arms! The police car was almost out of sight by the time I got the camera out and zoomed in, to take this shot of it going towards the City Centre, on Mansfield Road.
Back in my mini-flat, I had a wee-wee and checked out what I was going to have for fodder. I think belly pork sandwiches, tomatoes and maybe a few potatoes with the garden peas. Final determination to be made later.
Email checks again.
Went into the entrance lobby to make this photographicalisationalistical effort.
Time to go back down and move the stuff from the washer to the dryer.
Got the computer going and started downloading photographs to use in the Wednesday Diary and updating it.
Hunger pangs began. Such a rarity for me. Then I realised yesterday with the Eat-Out-Nosh yesterday and me having only one meal a day, and this one was so early, I should have expected the pangs. (I think?)
Had a wee-wee and put the kettle on and rang Sister Jane. She rang back bless her cotton socks. I inquired if she knew if I was doing right, in putting the lids on foil side-up in the aluminium oven dishes I use to cook the black beans and intend to on the Chinese Curry and rice later today. It was not very successful, explaining over the phone what I meant. So I took a photograph of them and went to the computer with my mug of tea, intending to send the picture by Email to her, and… Whoopsiedangleplop! I dropped the cup! Whatta da Plonka!
Rushed the ablutions, hence a few knicks here and there. Acquired myself a very artistically decorated face by the time I’d finished shaving. (Tsk!)
chicken curry sauce in the oven later, using the foil tray with the lid facing foil-side down.