Out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, on its last legs creaking and struggling to move, (exactly how I felt and was [Hehe]) and to the porcelain, the innards rumbling, knees, ankles, elbows, hip and fingers all being attacked with venom by Arthur Itis, with Anne Gyna letting me know that she was not pleased with going to and on the Nottingham Eye Wheel yesterday. The effects of Walking to the Doctors and the climb into and out of the Wheel/Eye had taken its toll and Anne Gyna was not happy with me at all.
I perched there, on the porcelain, battling with the tireless strenuous eventual movements of the morning, no bleeding from Little Inchy and only a few specks from Haemorrhoid Harry; The mind turned to depression, self-loathing and self-pity. Many many minutes of moroseness filled thoughts, filled the brain all unascertainable, unanswerable and without any validity or clarity… not pin-downable? My own personal imbroglio. Despair, dejection and despondency irresistibly overcame me. These feelings gave me little elbow-room or latitude for any common sense or logicality to be adopted or acquired.
Eventually, I dismounted the porcelain, without any solutions to my dilemma of sudden depression, or any idea how to solve it. Tried to perform the regular activities. I did the blood-pressure, pulse, temperature, weighed myself, took the medication and applied the creams and lotions – but like an automaton, no drive, interest, get-up-and-go or enthusiasm at all. This worries me.
I decided next to get the photographs I’d taken while on the Nottingham Wheel/Eye thingy yesterday, posted off to my Facebook page and put some on the TFZ pages. (Troll Free Zone).
My spirits seemed to raise a little while I was doing this and creating some graphics on CorelDraw and Paint and commented on the TFZer Site.
A sudden hunger arrived, and I got the nosh so early today.
The self-loathing depression had eased, but the lethargy, hebetude and apathy remained.
Yesterday’s planned jobs to do today did not materialise at all, and I was withing an hour of washing the pots – back into the depths of self-indulgent dwelling on one’s own sorrows or misfortunes. Pathetic!
I literally settled and watched TV for hours, not even aware if what I was watching? No efforts to get up and do anything were possible, I was in the pits.
Not surprisingly, as I had done very little constructive thinking or any actual work done, when it came to bedtime, I couldn’t even nod off at all.
I got up and tried to read a book, but for some reason, it had lost its appeal to me. I put the TV on, that normally ensure I nod off, no, that failed, so I got the computer on again and fluffed about with Facebooking. Eventually, I got the head down very late.
I woke around 0245hrs and lay there in the £300 second-hand recliner, depressed, full of self-loathing, confused and considered the dreams, or rather nightmares, that were still largely in my brain, spinning around and fading fast. I had the pen and pad at the side of the chair, (unused for months of having dreams and not being able to recall any that I’d had).
Events from my youth came distortedly into the dream, happenings I’m ashamed of, but none of the few successes or happy times… Getting thrown into the Canal when I was about five was so real to me, although the timing of the incident was way out of sync with the reality, I woke up ringing with sweat.
Had to have a shower, so I shaved at the same time. Feeling a little foolish that the dream had got to me, I had a glass of spring water and got back down into the chair – I was off in seconds and the nightmares returned – I’m not even sure now that I didn’t dream having a shower and shave, but could smell the Lemon shower gel and was in some other pyjamas, having put the others in the laundry bag, so I must have?
The past times, some even pleasurable started in the dream. Many incidents from my Security Guard days where mused over I’m sure, my first romance and being bullied by the yobboes in Carrington mingles with so many odd bits interposing and all mixed up together from the long gone days, I even tried to shoot myself but could not find the 303 clip and bullets and recall I searched for them in this flat, the house I lived in 1949, the Bed Breakfast and Evening meal boarding house 1964, Nairobi in a blood wagon and other places I cannot recall clearly? Lynton Cox, befriended on Facebook, who came to visit me a couple of years ago and saved my sanity, was chasing me waving a yellow duster?
0230hrs: Woke with Little Inchy bleeding merrily away. Decided to add the bloodied clothing to the laundry bag and go down to the laundry room, and get the washing done straight away.
During which I managed to knock my head on the top left-hand corner of the dryer, cut my finger of the cracked metal on the filter cage, trap my finger between the door and the sink cupboard and bang my elbow on the sink drain corner.
Noticed one of the chairs had gone missing in the foyer.
You can see the fading on the carpet where it once stood.
It reappeared later in the day?
The only highlight of the day was I got to visit Olive before I went out. She was not very well, and was now waiting further surgery. I love that woman.
Caught the bus to the clinic. Where the investigating medical team, as they got me laying down and they examined the lesion on Little Inchy through this gigantic electric magnifying glass contraption, with a new control apparently I heard them say. As usual, I had to remove my hearing aids so as not to interfere with the thing.
The new machine was a lot larger than the old one and blocked my view of the students, nurses and Doctors reaction and giggling about the lack of size and volume of the appendage they were investigating and trying to find a way to stop bleeding. After half an hour of smutty looks and amusement for them, I was taken into a room to have some needles inserted with some yellow liquid, that stung a bit, but only a bit.
I waited on the trolley while they analysed the blood. I’d been through similar before, so made sure I’d stuffed my book to read in the dressing gown thingy.
A different Doctor returned with the two others and informed me they were going to give corticoid (I think) cream one more go, and gave me a tube of a stronger one to use this month. This one must be kept in the fridge between usage.
The female doctor said if this does not work, she will arrange for me to see a specialist surgeon and discuss the option on skin grafting.
I went back to the flat and put the tube into the fridge, then set off to Mansfield to see if I could find any of the tins of Beef Goulash at the B&M store there. They had none.
Sister Jane rang me en route, and I agreed to meet Pete in the morning in town.
Back at the flat, I got the meal ready as I felt rather hungrier than usual.
It turned out absolutely divine tasting too! Vegetable sausages, pea-rice sticks, wonderful cooked mint flavoured beetroots, a Cox apple, chicken sticks that were not chicken but TVP I think, and the best of the lot. I’d boiled some potatoes the poured some light Soy Sauce over them and baked them for a bit with the sausage. Rated this one 9.44/10!
I carried out the BP tests as instructed. All over the place lately, up and down. I’m recording them on Excel so I can take a screenshot and email it to the doctors at the end of the week.
Then:
I suddenly felt so tired it was hard to understand why.
I didn’t feel unwell at all, just tired and drained.
Managed to get the washing up done, then sat down and irresistibly, I drifted off.
After a couple of hours, I woke thinking it was morning, but it was tea-time, then I drifted off again!
Sometime later I woke, needing the to use the porcelain. Little Inchy was bleeding, Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding and I had to change togs yet again. Tsk!
Sister Jane rang (I think). I nodded off once more. An hour or so later I thought I heard the phone ringing, picked it up but no one there?
Another hour or so and I thought it rang again… then I realised that it was the doorbell chiming. The cleaning ladies had, as they usually do, altered the tune on the bell when they used the socket. By the time I got to the door, whoever it was that had tried at least twice to contact me, had long gone. Humph!
I still felt tired, but could then not get back to sleep. Put the TV on and started to watch a documentary about the war. Nodded off t the first commercial break.
Woke again (Around 0230hrs I think) and had to go back to the wetroom to tend to Little Inchy.
Back in the £300 second-hand recliner and off to sleep again and the many weird dreams.
Woke yet again, thinking it was light, and remembering I was to meet Pete, I hastened out of the chair and as I did, I recognised that the light I thought was morning dawning was from the TV that I’d left on, and it was actually 0500hrs. Oh dear me!
I awoke in a rather confused state of mind – befuddled.
I called to see Olive, her son Malcolm was there and we were gossiping about something or other and it seems I drifted off into my own little world and started making no sense of what I was saying?
Malcolm took me back to the flat and had to tell me that the paramedic was on the way.
Found these notes I’d done:
1230hrs: Visiting Olive and I a lost consciousness while talking.
1245hrs: Olive rang ambulance paramedic.
1320hrs: Paramedic arrived. Tests.
1600hrs: The ambulance arrived. More tests and they took me away.
1700hrs: Arrived for more tests from different doctors and departments.
I felt a bit sorry for some of the patients in the big holding area, there must have been dozens of trolley-bound patients waiting, they all had a relative or friends with them and the resulting mayhem with patients being moved along and ever squashed further in an effort to create more room as other arrived all the time.
2015hrs: Seen by Cardiac – After tests, I was told that I was being admitted.
2055hrs: Got ready to go to the ward.
2200hrs: Still on trolley waiting. But felt so much better and more alive.
2225hrs: Different doctor arrived with INR blood test results. Very high, 4.7. Then another blood pressure test and that was far too low after the previous one was found to be far too high. Another doctor arrived and told me to stop taking the Ramipril and Warfarin for two days, and they would let the Doctor Vindla (My GP) know of the situation.
2205hrs: I was placed in a long remotecorridor along with several other patients waiting for a bed to come free. None did. The queue grew.
2255hrs: Told I was being released (No beds). Must make an appointment to see my own doctor.
Officially released.
No buses and no taxis, not that I saw any on the walk home anyway, and I had no money with me either.
Took about an hour and 45 minutes to walk home.
Strangely I enjoyed the hobble, apart from the pain from the calves. I nip in the air, and several gangs of youths kept my attention and forced a rapid rate of walking was attained and kept throughout the hobble home.
Got in and pain gelled the legs, took a codeine and ate a thick slice of shoulder ham.
Sat and fell into a deep much-needed sleep.
Slept for over nine hours.
Rang Olive to thank her for the help from Malcolm and herself yesterday. Arranged for me to visit her at 1400hrs today. When I intend to cuddle and thank her for caring for me.
Set about doing this post.
The calves were still aching relentlessly, but all the other ailments, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Harry Hernia, Roger Reflux Valve, Duodenal Daniel, Inchies Lesion, Donald Dizzy and bruised head were of no concern at this moment.
I was just glad to be here in acceptable health and Compos Mentis.
Sleep was not an option last night. Stewing, in my self-disgust and pure fear at the threats of violence I’d received, permeated my brain every time I woke up in a state with Duodenal Daniel giving me severe bother, I could not make up my mind whether I should bother with carrying on with these diaries at all, the news being so bad.
To a WRHD session, Little inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold both bleeding didn’t do anything to cheer me up. I am uncheerupable and will be until things sort themselves out and I know where I stand with the intimidation and threats.
Took the medications and sat at the computer with a mug of tea; Pondering, fretting and wallowing in shame at myself.
Today being Sunday, at least I was to stay indoors and not expose myself to the big bully boy or his Mother. I decided to make today a graphicalisationing day, I must not let this bovver boy destroy everything precious in my life.
The mind rumbled away with no positive plans, ideas or thoughts being involved. The only thing that presented itself to me was that I must not inflame the situation by revealing details of the violent personages involved.
I made another cup of tea and tried to get on with doing the graphics for the TFZer site. something to take my mind off of the threats of physical brutality.
Got it done and posted.
Still feeling nervous.
Computerising on and off all day.
Nosh not enjoyed.
The mind toying with my sanity and safety, confusing reigning.
No getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning.
Then up again two hours later, full of an empty feeling.
Well well well. fancy that, no memories of the dreams I just know I’d had, again. Huh! After trying to recall them and failing, I was up and on the porcelain by 0200hrs.
Even more painful than yesterday, so I took two Sennas straight afterwards. A further cause for concern apart from the bleeding and agony (Huh!) was that I’d left the flipping wall heater since yesterday morning, and overnight… that’ll please British Gas who like to take me money.
Got the gear ready and down to the laundry room and got the washer going. Back up and took the normal medications with a cuppa.
Down again half an hour later and moved the things into the dryer.
I then nipped out and took this photographicalisation outside of the foyer door.
It was not cold at all out there, just a little bit misty at the moment.
Back up to the flat and got the Computer going, starting to do the diaries.
An hour later, I nipped down to collect the laundry.
Spotted a hand written sign on the board, this time someone selling an electric bicycle (Spelt wrong, hehe!)
I assume this is from the mugwump who rode into me last month? I hope he is not getting another one?
As I went through the inner door on my way back to the flat with the bag of clothing, I noted that the stolen Santa Teddy Bear had been replaced with a much smaller one. Can’t blame em can yer, Tsk!
Some, not very many, in fact only a couple or so of the Tenants here, I would not trust an inch!
Back up to the apartment and a quick WRWW then I got the clothes put away.
Prepared a vegetable mix to have later with the Chicken and mushroom Risotto. Trimmed and chopped some parsnip, turnip and fresh mushrooms into some chicken gravy seasoned stock and got it all going in the Crock-Pot slow cooker on the Auto setting.
The turnips and parsnips must be in season methinks, cause the last lot tasted very good. I wasn’t sure about adding leeks and or onions, but thought perhaps they would not go well with the Risotto rice?
Found me singing away to myself? Bit worrying that! Hehe!
Did an order for Morrison’s foods to be delivered on Monday. I’d have liked to have had it on Wednesday, but there were no slots available due to the Christmas pressure? It was Monday or not at all, so Monday it is. I hope I remember ’cause I’ve got the INR Blood test at 1030hrs and I have to collect the prescriptions as well. Best if I go on me walk earlier and call at the Chemist first, the Nurse and then back home (I like that word, home) hopefully in time for the delivery. Fingers crossed!
Sorted out next weeks medication pots, think I got them right first effort this week. Of course, I may fond out differently later… Tsk!
Then got the computer back on and finished yesterday’s diary off and posted it, then started this one off.
Huh! Just realised I’d not done the midday ones – Crankle-Clot I am!
Did some Facebooking on the TFZers site. Posted the diary and some photographs.
Kept stirring the Crock-Pot vegetables regularly… ish!
Hung myself out of the window whilst in the kitchen making another cup of tea and took this photograph, ’cause I thought it looked a little moody?
Finished the latest TFZer graphicalisation and got it posted. I’d put nine TFZer pets in it for a bit of fun.
Must now get the ablutions done and get myself ready for a walk into Carrington and get the prescriptions from the chemist to make sure I’ll be okay over the holiday break. Crossing my fingers that they will be ready today?
Back in a while folks.
I’m back. When I departed on the walk to the chemist, a car pulled up at the side of me, and I received a loud full of foul language vicious verbal attack from a bloke in the vehicle. Threats and promises of rearranging my features and being beaten up ensued. The angry man would not listen to what I wanted to say. Stunned I moved on afterwards. Can’t go into detail for sheer fear.
All over a previous misunderstanding.
To the chemists, prescriptions not ready until Tuesday.
Did some shopping at Lidl.
Bus back into Sherwood. Called in to have a look at the new bakery shop – their Sourdough Bread was £3.50 a loaf, I did not get any.
Walked through the park back to the flats.
Watched the dogs a bit.
The stomach was churning now and I could feel Duodenal Daniel starting off. The altercation was to blame.
Not up to concentrating when I got in… well, only concentrating on the bullying tactics and intimidation.
Got the meal ready. Uncle Ben’s Mushroom Rissoto with some crock-pot vegetables and a sliced boiled then roast potato.
I think I would have rally enjoyed it if it wasn’t for the fretting and fear that had overtaken my disintegrating mind.
Still, I might give the Inchcock Today diaries a break, as I do not want to broadcast the current situation and how it is affecting me too much. I feel ashamed at how I withdrew and accepted the threats of violence and meekly walked away.
Bad news like this, I do not want to advertise.
I thought about this for hours and hours and decided I dare not mention this again until I find out what happens now and in the future. I felt terribly low and fearful… and the thought of having escaped the violence in the old house, to come here and have it starting again… Oh, I don’t know. Well I do know I dare not mention anyone involved in this incident for fear of his carrying out his violent threats.
As I write this, I do not know what to do. There is no way I will involve the police yet, as I hope things might change for the better, yet know they won’t.
Confused and dispirited.
I can only wait and see what develops.
Missed the evening medications again.
I’ll see how I feel in the morning about whether or not I can do the diaries at the moment.
0230hrs: Sprang awake with an image of me in a big sewer come drainage pipe with my jammies on, trying to do a Rubik’s cube that kept falling apart and turning into Oxo cubes. Perhaps it was part of a dream? I’ve never seen or handled one in my life.
Demand for a WRHD session presented itself, and I dismounted the working perfectly but noisily £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the porcelain room – the stench and stink from last nights Whoopsidenagleplop with the burnt oven-cooking was lingering tenaciously and malodorously. Performed the WRHD session, with no bleeding at all from Haemorrhoid Harold!
Into the kitchen and took the morning medications and opened the window a bit, then sprayed some air freshener around, but it didn’t clear or mask any of the foul smell of burnt lamb juice, that with the flat being so small, had permeated everywhere. Phoo!
If I get out today to try and get to the Sainsbury store again (Hopefully catching the right bus this time, Hehe!), I’ll see if they have any active fresheners on sale.
I stood looking out of the window for a while. My dereistic view on life filtering into my thoughts and a sort of mild melancholy came over me for a few moments.
I pondered on how the horrible fetor in the flat could be alleviated, went to look in the cabinet to see if I had anything capable of being used effectively, stubbed my toe on the scales and lost interest.
I had an idea to do something with this photo for the TFZ site later, given time that is.
Took a close-up of the house wit the decorations outside, they had altered and changed them around Good effort.
Did some work on the diaries and got one posted off, then went onto CorelDraw to start the TFZ Cooks graphic from scratch.
Spent too much time on the job again, got to rush now to catch the bus… Tsk!
Ablutionised in record time ad down to the bus stop. Where I proceeded to get carried away again with nattering to some tenants and… hard to believe, but I got on the wrong bus again!
I stayed on all the way to town, then caught a bus out to Arnold.
Dropped off outside the Sainsbury store and proceeded to collect some Yushoi Soy & Balsamic Rice nibbles, a parsnip, two small turnips, two large King Edward potatoes and a Sourdough loaf of bread.
Walked into Arnold proper and purchased twp cans of fabric freshener.
Hobbled up to the bus stop and as I waited, espied that the vandalised bench seat had not been attacked again since my last photograph taken of it. Hehe!
Nice chinwag and laugh with a gal on the bus as the darkness began to fall earlier than ever today.
Got into number 72 and attended the porcelain demands for a WRHD session. And it was heavy duty too, a bit bloody. Took the medications along with an added Senna tablet. Got a feeling that things were going to get tough in the WRHD department. Tsk!
Got the meal cooking and watched some of a DVD film.
Made sure I didn’t nod off this time.
Tomatoes on Sourdough bread, pickled mushrooms, strong cheddar cheese, foul tasting bland BBQ chicken legs, Cox’s dessert apple, appetising baked potatoes with cheese. Followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.
Finished watching the film and got the TV on in plenty of time to watch the most welcome double-bill of Hetty Wainthrope Investigates. Tried to make sure I could enjoy these: I visited the porcelains, made sure all the lights and taps were not left on, brought the pain gel, sure the diamorphine and antacid were all to hand – so determined I was to enjoy my second favourite ever programme undisturbed!
Fell asleep at the first commercial break – Gnash!
Woken at 0330hrs, the £300 second-hand recliner in the down posIition, nibble pots scattered about me, the TV still on. I think I’d been dreaming of Sister Jane and Dad? The urge for a WRWW prevalent and responded to. A trickle of blood from Little Inchy, Haemmohoird Harold not too much bleeding either.
The urge for a WRWW prevalent and responded to. A trickle of blood from Little Inchy, Haemmohoird Harold not too much bleeding either. Got the washing and down to the launderette and loaded the machine got it started and back up for a WRHD. Not an easy affair this morning
Got the washing bag and down to the laundry room, loaded the machine got it started and back up for a WRHD. Not an easy affair this morning at all. Got the computer started and made a cuppa and took an extra Senna with the medications.
Back down to move the clothes into the dryer. Popped out the foyer door to see if I could get a photograph on the Copse in the dark.
0415hrs: Up once more to the apartment, updated this diary. Brewed a mug of tea. Finalised yesterday’s journal.
Started graphicationalisationing for the next TFZer fun creation.
Back to collect the finished clothes from the laundry room. I was a little late with concentrating on the graphics and someone had kindly thrown my clothing on top of the dryer for me.
Up, put the clothing away and got a cuppa and back to the Graphicalisationing.
Again I lost track of time and had to rush to do the ablutions in time for me to get to the Tenants Social Hour in time. Not that the impetus and joy are in going there anymore, but I did tell BJ I would be going, so. Had a refreshing shave and shower, did the teggies and treated tender, sore Little Inchy as best I could.
Got the pressies, prized and nibbles in the bag.
Popped over to see Olive, where I got a mega-telling off for asking if I could take her photo. Apparently, her hair was not suitable at that moment. But she is so sweet yet commanding with it, and the twinkle in her eye transfixes me you know. Hehe!
Off to the Social Hour.
I must say the new display in the Foyer looked fantastic with the lights on. Very homely looking?
Out to the Winwood Community Shed and put the prizes on the trolley and sat down at a bare table and awaited the arrival of my weekly tale-mates. Bill arrived, in his usual confused state, a grand bloke is Bill. Bob next, he of the ‘I want’ category. Polish Eddie then, a 93-year-old-miracle is Eddie. Full of vim and energy too. Then mate BJ arrived. He’s taken to these Tenants Hour Session has BJ, he’s taken over helping with ‘doing’ the raffle now. The women love him to bits. I hate him… Jealousy! Hehehe! A helper, can’t remember his name, he gave me some DVDs that he had from clearing his Mothers flat out.
Said my cheerios and back to the flat. Got ready to go out into Arnold with the intention of getting some Surimi, Sourdough bread and Rice-Pea snacks from Sainsbury’s. Down to the bus stop and chatted to a few other tenants. I noticed that on the concrete bollards at the side of the kerb, the Ladybirds had gathered again.
I took a couple of photo’s of them, there were eight bollards I looked at, and the insects were on each one. This phenomenon continues to puzzle me. Here we are in December and Ladybirds still active? Each time I see these, I tell myself to look up at them on the internet, but I always forget to.
Foolishly I got on the wrong bus, muggins here got on the inbound L9 in error for the outbound one.
Pillock with bar, that’s me!
Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and up and over the walkway and took this photographicalisation of the Nottingham shoplifters and Benefit claimants. Haha!
My alternative plan was to go in the Victoria Centre Mall and go into Tesco and have a wander around. The intended Sainsbury expedition will have to be done tomorrow. Tsk!
I took a shot from the upper floor of the ‘Everything Made of Chocolate’ stall below.
It still fascinates me. Can’t make out what the yellow and grey things are bottom right?
Window shopped my way along and down and to Tesco. Where those deadly Fresh Cream French Horns jumped into my shopping basket without me realising it. (Ahem!)
Got some bits and wandered out of the centre by the shortest route, as it was getting a bit dangerous with the crowds so large, to walk safely.
Walked into the City Centre Slab Square, avoiding the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists as best I could.
When I was coming onto Milton Street, I was approached m an ITV interviewer and cameraman and they interviewed me about Government or Local to fund social care! I stuttered and was slow in forming my answers, so I don’t think they will be using me on the box, but they might?
In the square, the ice skaters were all having fun.
Many years ago, I tried ice skating at the arena. Ten minutes after starting and a broken ankle later, I gave up trying. Hahaha!
The stalls and rides evoked another memory from my muddled mind. I once had a go on the Horses around 1959 it was, at Goose Fair. They say I was the first person they had that fell off of a horse.
I had a further poddle around and then Anne Gyna started playing me up, so I made my way to the bus stop to catch an L9 bus back to the welcoming ‘So glad I live here now’ flat.
As the bus pulled off and I took this photographicalisation on the right at the top of King Street, I remembered that it was the City Hospital GUM Clinic appointment today! Plonker! However, it proved so lucky I recalled this when I did, ’cause all I had to do was stay on the bus beyond the Woodthorpe Court flats, and it took me straight outside the City Hospital gate, where I dropped off. Leaving one of my bags on the bus! Plonker again!
Walked through to the other side of the compound and into the GUM clinic. Smiler was working on the reception again. I’ve learned not to bother to even attempt any verbal communications with him, just yes, no and nods is best, he understands these simple non-sociable things.
Another session of embarrassing and belittling treatment ensued. Why should whoever sees me, do the interview and update, take me to a treatment room, pants down, lie down. Giant lighted magnifying machine placed over the lower regions as I lay there pretending not to be disconcerted or flustered while she has a look, then always they fetched some other persons to have a look and give their opinion and nurses and students are summoned to have a laugh as well! Huh!
Caught the bus back to the flats at the bus stop just out of view at the end of the side road in this photographicalisation above.
So glad to get back into the apartment and get the kettle on, slippers on and a WRHD session. When it came to putting the bits I’d bought away, I realised I had only one bag – the second bag I assume, I’d left on the bus or at the GUM clinic. Twit!
Got preparing the evening meal. Sliced the boiled potatoes I did earlier into thick wedges and placed these along with the last of the lamb leg steaks in a foil tray into the oven, to cook them slowly.
Into the living room and got the DVD, one that the chap gave me this morning, ‘Extras – The Special’ and got carried away viewing it, really good it was, and I was so contended watching it – until I saw the smoke coming through the door, which thankfully was open due to not being able to be closed (Mainly because it won’t close thanks to the United Carpet fitter’s lack of skill!).
Oh dearie me… when I opened the oven door, so much smoke flooded out I was sure the smoke alarm would go off, but it didn’t – and that amazed me somewhat. Belatedly I closed the kitchen door and opened the window, bruising my knuckles on the damned fiddly switch twixt the window and wall… Sob!
I got the fodder out, and it looked fine… well marinated with smoked, but fine. Set about investigating, and the tray had leaked and the lamb juice dripped onto the bottom of the oven. It took me more than an hour to clean it up, and it ain’t properly cleaned but looks a lot better. Had to clean up the floor, the bowl, the sink, the counters, me… Humph!
The meal I’d placed in foil to try and keep it warm. It wasn’t too bad actually.
Chinese mushrooms, normal mushrooms, tomatoes, strong blue stilton cheese, garden peas, cheesy cob (Only ate one of them) anf the lamb was curiously tasteless, despite looking grand?
Took the medications with some orange juice, and settled to finish watching the DVD. Couldn’t settle properly and kept nipping into the kitchen to make sure the oven was okay, the taps not left running etc.
Lovely smell of lamb and burnt ash prevailed. Hehehe!
Stirred around 0330hrs: Again disappointed at my not recalling any of the dreams whatsoever. Just vague emotions. Tsk!
Within seconds, the feared wet, warm and tingling from the lower regions made itself felt as soon as I moved in the £300 second-hand recliner.
Dismounted the working faultlessly £300 second-hand recliner, tripped over a bottle of spring water and off to the wetroom for a WRHD session and investigated the state of Little Inchy. His state was not good. Much thick blood all over, but at least I managed to clean up the area and stop the bleeding a bit quicker this morning compared tp last night. Another strong kitchen towel roll finished off. Haha!
Made a cuppa and took the medications, got the computer going and emailed the surgery for an appointment, and the clinic was asking if my next appointment can be brought forward at all.
Worked on the diaries and did some graphics. Did one of Nottingham for the TFZers.
Then another for a bit of fun about TFZer pets in my wetroom. Hehe!
0645hrs: Having the Morrisons delivery coming twixt 0739 > 0830hrs, I got the ablutions done.
A lemon scented soap session again this not so cold morning.
Back to the computer and carried on. Getting to Facebooking eventually.
Got the chairs ready for the visitors, plenty if nibbles in pots spread about, kitchen towels if needed if they had a sniffle and bags with their presents and bites for Christmas to hand.
1040hrs: Made another cuppa and had a look out of the kitchen window to see if I could spot if Jane & Pete was arriving.
As I took the photographicalisation and wondered if the third car to the left was theirs, the doorbell sounded.
It was Jane and Pete coming.
So cheer-making to see them.
Chinwagged while I made them a brew of tea. Then ensconced themselves in the front room chairs. Pete in the £300 second-hand recliner, Jane in the £35 broken second-hand comfy, cuddly chair that I got from the Sue Ryder charity shop and paid £30 for delivery of.
Cheerful Pete on his mobile and Jane delving into the nibbles.
Good news from Jane, she had been to have a test at the QMC to see what her problem was she’d been suffering with, and got the all clear on the ‘Big C’. It was identified as Globus Hystericus and was treatable.
Good news, for us all! Yeehaa!
We nattered further for a while. Then, they showed interest in my new Dyson V6 cleaner. Memories turned over.
I gave them their pressies and nibbles in different bags, Red for the girl Jane and Blue for Boy Pete. Hehehe!
They gave me my present and one for Olive in thanks for looking after me.
A tin of shortcake biscuits with a tree on top, that when wound up played a Christmas tune with a beautifully written message for Angel Olive.
Walked them to the lifts when it the time for them to depart arrived. Felt a bit bad afterwards when I realised I’d not given Jane a peck on the cheek. Tsk! Dumbo me!
Went into the kitchen to turn over the two ginormous Wilja potatoes that I was boiling in the biggest saucepan I own, on the lowest setting.
I think it will take a couple more hours to get them right, then I intend to drain them and slice them putting the resulting feast into the oven along with two lamb leg steaks I had delivered from Morrisons earlier.
Back on the computer to update the diaries and have another spell on the TFZers site.
I was pleased with the food, perhaps one of my better attempts at real tasty cuisine? Mixed beans in tomato sauce with a touch of Worcester sauce and tomato puree with basil added.
The lamb leg steaks into the oven, then I added the boiled potatoes having quartered them to soak up the lambs leakages of tasty juice – Roasted them very slowly for about 40 minutes or so.
Burnt the edges of the potatoes nicely, and for once, the well-done lamb was not cooked to a crisp Hehe!
The presented fodder looked okay to me and tasted fantastic. Had a cheese roll with it and an apple with orange juice.
It was grand! I felt like a right patrician.
Indications from the innards suggested I attend the porcelain for a WRHD session again. Things are firming up again in this department. I took a Senna with the evening medications.
There was a good choice of TV programmes for me to fall asleep watching tonight. And I did! Hehe!
0440hrs: Woke, annoyed that I could recall no details of the dreams I’d been having again! A feeling that they were not nice prevailed.
Roger Reflux was being naughty, and I was doing rather a lot of coughing and sneezing? However, the weariness of last night, disseminated.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, that worked impeccably this morning and off for a WRHD session. No bleeding from Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harold. Another decent start to the day eh?
Into the kitchen to take the medications then made a cuppa. Got the computer on and diaries tended to.Bash on Facebook.
Had a bash on Facebook.One
Shirley, one of the TFZer gals had posted a beautiful photograph from when she was just 21 years-of-age. Mind you, she still looks a cracker to me now.
Made up this graphicalisation on the right, placing Shirley in with some men cooks and added some bits of fodder and drinkies into the mix as well. Took me ages, but I enjoyed doing it, and it came out not too bad I thought. I hope they like it.
Did the ablutions, a lemon scented soap one this time with Citrus antiperspirant used afterwards. Cut myself shaving, and it hardly bled at all. The haemoglobin seemed very thick?
Got prepared and wrapped up well and down to the bus-stop. Nice chinwag with many other tenants there.
Got into town and walked over the footbridge into the Victoria Centre. Into the Next Store and purchased a Gift Voucher for Sister Jane.
Then to the market for the stocking up on Christmas nuts.
Along to the end of the top floor and into the Man Shop. Fascinating place, spend ages pondering before I got two pressies for Jane and Pete.
Poddled along to a shop called Tiger, I think. Had all odd, unusual things on sale. Spent a good while in there and got some more bits for Christmas for Jane and Pete.
Down to the ground floor and popped into Tesco. Their Sourdough Bread had only one day left on the best before date. Humph! I avoided the fresh cream cakes aisle. Got some cheesy seaweed snacks, cheesy cobs and lamb chops.
Out and through Trinity Square and to the bus stop to catch a bus to the GUM clinic – Huh! Luckily I realised the appointment was for next Tuesday, not this one before I got on the wrong bus.
At the bus shelter, I noticed damage to the little seating area as I rested the bags on the bench.
I tried to picture what would nave caused this injury to the seat and the, in particular, the thick metal end support, that had been torn and bent away from the structure.
No one on the bus to talk to. Very few passengers at all on the bus.
Then it started raining.
In the flats, I called on Olive, who was not in.
To number 72 and got the meal started earlier than usual, due to a sudden attack of hunger pangs.
Popped in for a WRWW and oh dearie me… Little Inchy had been and was still flowing with blood. Thick blood again.
Took me ages to stop it. Cleaned up, changed certain clothing items and applied the Daktacort cream. Feeling very uncomfortable then.
Checked on the food in the oven and saucepan and went back into the porcelain room to check the warm wet sensation in lower regions. I thought for a few moments I was really going potty here: I turned on the power switch for the shower instead of the wetroom light, got in, dark of course, and I pulled the wall heater string in error for the light switch pull. Came out after cleaning up and again, turned the switch to the shower power instead of the light switch! I stopped for a few seconds, actually wondering what the hell was I doing, and heard a noise down the hall. Checked and it was the INR Anticoagulation Results in the letter box. A bit late I thought for the postman?
Maybe the noise I heard was some bags going down the rubbish chute? Must have been, cause even with the hearing aids in. I don’t hear anything coming through the letter box usually.
Anyway, the INR level was very nearly spot on – so this informed me that the Warfarin level was not the cause of the bleeding from Little Inchy being so thick?
Got the fodder all prepared and served up.
I did enjoy it, but could not eat it all.I must try to make smaller servings in future.
I must try to make smaller meals in future.
Then I’ll moan about there not being enough to eat?
Hehehe!
Settled to watch some old ‘Heartbeat’ DVD episodes. Fell asleep and woke up coughing badly for a few seconds, then that horrible warm wet sensation manifested itself in the lower regions!
I was despondent to find what I expected, Little Inchy had been pouring again, what a mess, and he started tingling badly this time? Cleaned and sanitised my flobby body parts again, and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner and the DVD.
Couldn’t concentrate on it, though, the mind started racing and bickering with itself for some unknown reason. Jane and Pete coming tomorrow, have I got everything ready… will Little Inchy cause me more bother? Did I turn off the taps and light in the wetroom and kitchen? Did I take the evening medications? (I hadn’t, so I got out of the comfort of the £300 second-hand warmly covered recliner and took the medicines, checked the lights and taps at the same time, none left on). Did I leave the mobile in my jacket pocket? (Out of the chair again to check, I had left in in the pocket and the battery was almost out, so I put it in charge and returned to the recliner again) Did I turn off the oven and cooker?
Somewhere amidst this cacophony of confused out of control brain activity, I fell asleep…
