Friday 16th June 2017
Swedish: Fredag 16 Juni 2017
Woke and rose from the £300 second-hand recliner around 0530hrs. Tired and weary with Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna all giving me grief… off for what must have been the tenth wee-wee of the night. Tsk! To the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding a little – this might mean the INR Warfarin level has gone up a tad at last.
Going to the QMC Anticoagulation Clinic on the 0930hrs L9 bus (That’s the plan anyway) to have Enoxaparin injections if needed and a blood test.
Made a mug of tea and got the computer on.
Spotted a letter for Age UK. Thought it was circular when it arrived.
Opened it to find my insurance for the flat and contents had expired!
Sod it – another thing I forgot to change details for when I swapped banks.
Did the Health Checks (Not too happy with them today, but still) and then I took the medications then.
Felt a bit unwell overall, depression coming on methinks.
Still, the view from the kitchen window was stunning to me.
I like all that greenery, which is how my face should be looking according to how I feel. Hehe!
Got on with the diary updating and checked the Emails. I must remember to go see one the Obegruppenfureresses before I catch the bus to the hospital at 0930hrs and ask for help with phoning the Age UK and resetting the insurance cover with new details.
Feeling like there is so much to do, and no time to do it, and with so little sleep due to the injections early and late every day, things ain’t right. Getting behind with paperwork as well. Energyless I am. Ah-well!
Got the nibbles, crossword book, umbrella, mobile phone, hat, paperwork and camera in the bag while I thought of it.
Got the ablutions tended to. All these things in between wee-wees. (Must mention this to the nurses today).
Took the letter from the insurance company and some more cleaned empty jars with me and set off out. Only one lift is working today. Huh!
Got out in the sunshine and hobbled to the recycling bin, then to the Tenants Social Hut. Only Obergruppenfureress Julie in today and she was helping another tenant out, so I waited. When she was free, I showed her the letter and pointed out that it had expired on the 15th June and how concerned I was. She looked at and read pages in the message, gave me a fully warranted “What a pratt!” and shouted, “It expires on the 15th July you idiot, not June!” I adopted my best-humbled look and apologised to her. I felt a right dumbo! She told me to see her next week.
Red facedly, I gave her some nibbles and withdrew, walking back to the flats and going up for a wee-wee and gathered the hearing aids I’d forgotten to wear earlier, then back down to the bus stop.
Joined in a good chinwag with some other tenants waiting. They all got on the Bestwood bound L9, apart from one lady. We got onto the City bound bus a few minute later.
Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and made my way onto Milton Street and caught the 36 bus to the Queens Medical Centre.
Entered the site passing the coughing smokers outside on the way.
Two of the four lifts were out of order, so I foolishly took the stairs up to D floor again like the other day – with the same results of aching feet, knees and struggling for breath thanks to Anne Gyna’s visitation.
Goggleplonk!
As I approached the entrance to the department, I noticed this sign on the left here on the wall.
Infant Feeding Cafe – this way.
I couldn’t help wondering if they serve the ankle snappers fried, baked, roasted or casseroled? Haha!
To the nurses on the reception desk and was greeted immediately with: “You should not be coming here at all, you should be visiting you doctors surgery for these tests!”
I was taken aback a bit by this. I told the lady that I had a phone call last night from a woman here, and said to come in this morning! This made no impression on the woman at all. She just ignored me by pretending either not to hear me, then started looking in some box files. But credit where it is due, she did it nonchalantly and with style. I went to scrub my hands, and as I returned to take a seat, she extended her muscular right arm and pointed to the seats while nodding her head forward; as if this was a command or an order for me to ‘Sit!” Hehe!
A lady came out an hour or so later and spoke to the assembled patients, but I could not make out what she was saying, so I asked the lady next to me. She had addressed us saying it might be a long wait today, as they only had two people on instead of the usual four.
I was summoned next, an hour later. The chap who saw me apologised for the wait was the first thing the man said to me. I replied; No problem, it’s getting told off for coming that I didn’t like! Brave eh? I explained how I get sometimes confused, especially with all the appointments, Emails, the Clinic, the Doctors surgery, District Nurse injections twice daily… He looked on the computer at my page The red line yesterday had turned into two red lines today? And told me I was dead right. Luckily the lady who rang me recorded what happened on the page. But even he was too fretful to go as far as mentioning anything to the Gruppenfurheress on the reception, and I didn’t blame him either. Oh no!
He took the blood and tested it for the INR Warfarin level, then went to collect the result from the machine in another room and returned. I tried to see what the second red line covered on the computer, but no luck. He advised me that the INR level was still far too small and I would have to continue with the injections from the District nurses. It was at 1.9 now. He injected some into the stomach and gave me six Enoxaparin kits to give to the District Nurse tonight, these would last until the Monday morning stabbing, then I am to return to there again (The DVT Anticoagulation) after the Monday injection from the District Nurse, for more tests.
I still left some nibbles for the staff, though.
Caught a 53 Arnold bus from just outside the premises, and fell asleep on the bus! When I woke, I wondered where the heck I was? Hehe!
Arrived in Arnold and went into the Sainsbury store to see if they had any pod peas in stock. But no, they had not, the naughty store! However, I did spend £31.05… Oh dearie me! Cheap DVD’s, Marmite 
flatbread, Sheldon’s potato cakes, Rankin Irish potato farls, Smoked cured streaky bacon, Marmite Rice Cakes, Cheddar Wafers (For Sister Jane, but don’t tell her will you?), Beef meteors, Wholemeal flatbread and mini packs of mini cocktail sausages. Oh, and another giant sized potato. A big one too, it would not fit in the saucepan! Haha!
Tsk! I can’t take myself anywhere!)
Out of the store and noticed the mechanical whatever it is on the roof of the British Telecom building across the road had changed shape. Lots of bit missing from how it was last week?
Had a bit of a Dennis Dizzy spell at the bus stop.
I do appreciate my free pensioner’s bus pass. I reckon I’ve saved £8 in bus fares today.
Some other tenants got on the bus en route. Bill and Janet.Back at the flats
Back at the apartments, I caught up with Janet to tell her I would take some DVDs to her flat so she can look at them at her leisure. She was sweating a bit, and she said had not been feeling too good. Janet alighted on the 7th floor, I on the 12th and Mick carried on up to the 14th.
In the flat and I had a wee-wee, a long, painful wee-wee! Got the things put away and collected the carrier bag of DVDs and took them to Mary’s flat. Tried to console the girl a bit, but she apparently needed to get her head down and rest. I gave her my number, telling her I would be in now all night and not worry about calling if she felt ill. Poor thing did look like she was suffering too. I’ll call on her in the morning.
Back to the mini-flat and pondered on when or if the District Nurses would call me. They said they would call before coming to make sure they were still needed to hypodermically prod-me. (Laugh, go on, laugh! Hehe!)
I decided to get rid of the new phone and replace it with the old one. I know I can walk around with the new one in my hand, but this advantage is negated by the old one’s big letters, better sound and a red light that flashed when a call comes in so can see it when I have the headphones on. It has a louder ring too. I’ll give this new one away if I find someone in need.
When I got back to the flat, knowing that the Obergruppefurheresses had gone home for the weekend, I called the NCH alarm line, and mentioned about Mary not feeling well, and if they get an alert call from her, would they please respond immediately. I thought they might be annoyed with me bothering them, but the lady thanked me and said she would let Obergruppenfurher Dean and Gruppenfurher Julie know about Mary’s condition. That cheered me up a bit. I did a battery check with them at the same time. Afterwards, I remembered I’d done one yesterday. Tsk!
Onto the computer to update this diary. The Grammarly programme is playing up again and causing much delay and frustrations. Grr!
Updated the calendar with the new appointments.
Went into the kitchen to make a mug of tea and get the Health Checks carried out.
I seem to be fauchling everything I try to do today. Tsk!
The check figures were so good, I had to take a photograph of the machine’s results to show here.
Brilliant what? The pulse down to 76 was very encouraging. The temperature was 35° dead on.
Shame I was depressed at having to wait for the District Nurses to call me, and I assume it will be around eleven by the time they come, so as to match the 12-hour gap between treatment? Hey-ho!
1830hrs: The Nursing people rang asking what the situation was. I explained the doctor gave me six syringes for them to use until Monday morning, when I have to go to the QMC, hopefully catching the 0930hrs bus. She told me to speak with the nurses about this when they arrive later tonight, she had no idea what time this would me though. Oh dearie me!
Being as had to stay awake, I went on WordPress reading and then, Facebook to keep me from nodding off. Tut!
Tim Price wrote a song in his comment for my Thursday post: I reckon it is brilliant! He tells me: Tell folks to sing it to the tune of the Beatle’s “A Day in a Life.”
“I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?” is a perfect intro line for a song I’m calling “A Day in the Life of Inchy”.
“I was in great pain, and yet high spirits today oh boy
A lucky man standing by the Methodist Church
Thinking I should be rather sad
I just had to laugh
And took a photograph
Out the kitchen window, mind your houses and cars
Off to Sherringham for shots, so quick, but no times had changed
Nicole, the nurse, stood and stared
Trying to stop my blood that flowed
She wasn’t really sure
We just talked until it stopped. Oh lord
I had a Whoopsiedangleplop today oh boy
The phone went off a dingling and a dangling
T’was the nurse bitching about my ambling
“You’re not in your Flat?” I turned away
But I just had to look, I didn’t have the book
I’d love to turn you off
Got back, and had a Weeee!
Refreshing and accident-Free!
I went back out and had a cup
The doorbell rang, and I noticed it was late
The next nurse was at 2020
Found her extra cuddly, a twinkle in her eye
She had a firm, tight end that was smokin’ hot
Then she poked me in the tummy, and I came out of my dream… Tsk!”
I think that sums a day in Inchies life fairly well.
Went to put the large potato in the oven to cook, cause I believe that it might take about three hours? Then I have to burn my fingers cutting in in half and scraping out the flesh, bashing in with some cheese and putting the mix back in the husks.
Guess what I found… Isn’t life hard? Hehe!
I’d left the potato farls in the tray from last night – they rather overcooked.
Got onto Facebook eventually.
Tried to do some TFZ graphicalisations.
Managed two of them, so tired now
Rather pleased with how they came out, though.
Then the door chime rang out. IT was the nurse.
Then the difficulties came to the fore.
Written on the boxes of the ready-loaded hypodermics the doctor gave me to hand to the nurses: It was written for only one a day and not two!
Betty rang her control, and after much discussion, she recorded that I was happy for her to give me second one today, and did so.
Off she almost ran, well she did run as she departed.
I checked the potato in the oven, and my finger went through the skin. Tsk, Accifauxpa time again!
Updated this diary to here, and got the nosh sorted.
All the effort to make the cheesy potatoes and the burning of the finger was well worth it for once. Very tasty! 9.3/10 rating.
I thought I could manage two desserts today, but had to do with one, after I spotted the other one was out of its sell-by date! Huh!
Sat down, put the TV on and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?
that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!
Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.
her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.
She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!
By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?
I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.
The day suddenly went a bit dark?
Made another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.
Got the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.
2020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and 
The computer on and did some Facebooking and WordPress reading.
The Morrison delivery arrived, and when I moved to go to the door, some severe pains from the innards appeared.
Got the early meal sorted. Not that is was difficult with no hot fodder involved.
residents from a flat a floor above mine. Got the hearing aids in and realised they were slightly intoxicated, bless them.
Hey-ho, so much better off than the poor souls affected by the Grenfell Tower disaster!
caught a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital.
close to suicidal efforts to be the first off the vehicle! Hehe!
all. They both left the room to arrange for a district nurse to do this job for me.
They both left the room again, to consult with whoever arranges the District Nurses rota and get the print-out of the INR.
As I dropped off and crossed over towards the Victoria Centre, I spotted an L9 bus coming into town, so knew I had an hour to wait for the next one so had plenty of time for a wander around.
hearing aids were on offer, at only:
Got some pod peas and a Sourdough sliced loaf. Used the self-serve counter and got rid of some change.
Sorted the meal out, crossed fingers the nurses don’t come now while I’m eating. Mind you that would be better than right late on. I’m already well past my head-down time.
Down Winchester Street Hill in the sunshine and got the camera out of the bag and into my pocket so I could take photographs of the abandoned retail units from Winchester Street to the library.
On my way out, I noticed they had ladies bras on sale for two whole aisles!
As we went through Sherwood on Mansfield Road, I took a picture of possibly the best smelling of all the shops.
Put the purchases on the counter and then stored them away.
The din-din time now.
I noticed how grotty the wetroom floor looked. So I got the second mop and bucket out and gave it a good scrub up. I have two mops and buckets you know? I bought the expensive rotating to dry the head one cause it looked easy to use (As it turned out it was far easier to stub my toe on as it happens). Found it did not work on the knobbly floor of the wetroom and had to buy another.
Returned to the chair and again, there were signs of ‘Tidbit Nibbling Activity’ overnight, Again! Crumbs, empty crisp packet, vine tomato stems… Tsk!
Spotted where I’d been at the tomatoes overnight.
Got the peas and potatoes in the saucepan and added water and vegetable seasoning for them to soak until ready to be boiled.
I’ll make an early meal, see if that cheers me up.
Nipped into the kitchen to pod the peas and get them cooking in the Crock-Pot. I also put some Jersey potatoes in the saucepan to boil.
Cooking now, though.
Head down in the £300 second-hand recliner. (It’s lasting well for a cheapo bargain is this chair) But, I could not get to sleep thinking alternatively about the great match, the fighting hooligans and the newly attacking Duodenal Donald. I don’t know if it is the fodder or the vandals that started him off, but by gum, he’s back with a vengeance. Took an extra 40mg Omeprazole.
Made me a brew.
washing.
Up in the lift and got the clothing put away in the airing cupboard and on the clothes racks.
Did a graphic of Thomas Greene, a TFZer of distinction… so the TFZ gals tell me? Haha, jealousy raises its head?
At the bottom of the hill, I spied a squirrel just stood on the pavement. I decided to get the camera out and take a photographicalisation of it.
The nosh came out alright.
extra test results will mean possible changes. Made an appointment for me for the very odd sounding time of, 10:07hrs on Monday 12th June, but at the Doctor’s Surgery, not their clinic. Which is a pity, cause I’ve got to visit there to get the new Anticoagulation Alert Card to replace the one getting into a rather tatty state.
All ready for the Morrison delivery to arrive.
Said my cheery cheerio’s and out and off down Chestnut Walk onto and down Winchester Street Hill.
that I had not taken the bank papers with me.
Just over the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over. Tsk!
as they had to use the opposite side of the road to get through the traffic.
mushrooms.
Looked later and it seemed to be ready, got the oven food into the dish, made and added some gravy, then the mushroom, peas and potatoes.
Watched some telly in between nod-offs. Woke with a start and a raging hunger?
Went to make a mug of tea and took this photo of outside to compare with the one above, taken about two hours ago.
The change in the scene outside from the one taken before I hobbled to the Porcelain Throne was astonishingly amazing!.
Toyed with making a Logotype Graphic on CorelDraw. Still not right or how I’d like it to look yet.