0420hrs: Dreams a bit distant again. Within half an hour of disentangling myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, I’d taken five wee-wees! Oh, dear, and the trip out to Papplewick Pumping Station coming up later as well?
Did the health checks and made a mug of strong tea, took the medications and made sure some nibbles were in the bag ready for the others on the trip out to the First WW display.
Feeling so tired for some reason this morning.
Got the computer on and tried to work out why the Grammarly was not working. No idea at all so I pressed on with the completion of yesterday’s diary, only took me an hour or so. Tsk! Checking best I could for any written mistakes. Firefox was working okay.
I tried to find to how to enlarge the screen to 110% like I used to have Chrome on. A little more complicated way of doing it on Firefox, but after using the help pages I found and changed it.
This started me worrying about the Grammarly add-on and I went on their help page, Firefox’s and searched the web for advice. This confused me somewhat and I could not remember the many things I did and was taken to do, but at the end, Grammarly is now operational again! I hope it never goes off again because I’m blown if I can recall what I did to get it back this time. Another hour and a half lost, but this time with a bit of success, I hope.
Another wee-wee and I carried on with the diary I thought I had checked manually earlier for errors. Grammarly was now informing me of nine critical and five non-critical errors! Got them sorted and posted the thing off to WordPress.
So glad it is going again.
Did some WordPress reading and checked the Emails. Almost a pleasure to do now Chrome has been replaced in my computer.
Took the black bins to the refuse chute.
Had a bash at Facebook then got the ablutions done and prepared for BJ to collect me for the trip out. No rush really, because BJ has never ever been on time, bless him.
BJ rang while I was sorting out TV programmes to watch tonight. Told me he’d be late and would arrive around 1230hrs, to meet him outside.
Got down to the foyer and waited for BJ.out
He arrived and picked me up and we were off to Papplewick.out
Here are some of the photographicalisation I took.
Had a good day out, just one Dennis Dizzy visit, but it was short lived.
When BJ dropped me off at the flats and I had thanked him and got up to the apartment, an urgent wee-wee was attended to, but on sitting on the porcelain throne required? Odd that was?
I felt so weary again suddenly.
Took the medications and did the health checks.
Got some cold fodder ready as planned earlier.
Pork & Mushroom pate in wholemeal thins, tomatoes, extra strong stilton cheese, pickled egg, beetroot and marmite crisps. With a lemon frazzle to follow.
Updated the health check listings for the week.
I think it looked alright this week. Pulse up a bit on average, but the weight had gone down.
TV turned on, fell asleep within minutes, don’t think I even got to the first set of commercials this time.
Woke two hours or so later, I’d been dreaming. An incongruent with life, experience or expectancy one this was. All jumbled and confused, people real and imaginary giving me advice, chastising me and I could not understand or hear what they were saying much. What bits I caught were cruel and bitchy put-downs. Then all changed, I was totally alone in a void of clouds. The music then slowly started playing, the Blue Danube. All was well, apart from the being alone… I started typing on an old typewriter and it fell to bits then disappeared… I picked up a pencil and it burst into flames… Then I was in a small wooden boat with no oars on a canal I think, the water was frothing and green-grey… the music continued… I’ve no idea how I recalled all this, but it was written down on the notepad in a much more detailed and readable handwriting as if it was not my own usual scribble in the morning?
0345hrs: Woke remembering just one singular bit of a dream sequence I’d had clearlyish. (Not a real word this, but I like it. Hehe!) There I was floating in the air looking down above the MP’s in the Commons, as I glided above, and by each one, I made a note of their crimes and dishonest actions that floated up to me from each individual brain, by talking into an old mechanical calculator that I assume I thought was a recorder? No other memories whatsoever, though?
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Amazed, that Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were both absent this morning. Not complaining at all, though!).
Got the mug of tea made, and got the computer on, full of hope and prayers that the Google Chrome issues had been sorted. Opened Google and things looked good, no freezing or becoming unresponsive at all yet?
0415hrs: WordPress dairy updating was done for yesterday, then I started on this one.
0615hrs: Remembered to take the morning medications and did the Health Checks.
Sys: 148 Dia: 82 Pulse: 77 Temp: 36.1 Weight: 14.82. The weight had shot up steeply from yesterday morning. I imagine this was because I couldn’t get out for a hobble combined with the bigger than of late meal yesterday, are the reasons?
Got the Diary for Friday posted on WordPress and emailed to a few friends.
Excited at the thought of being hassle free with Chrome, I went to the email to send things and… “Google Chrome has become Unresponsive”!!! Boy, am I annoyed! Clicked on Wait for Programme to respond option. Five minutes later, it came back and worked.
I tried going on Facebook. Oh, dear! Time after time it froze, no way I can concentrate like this.
I’ll just get the photo’s on Facebook and tell folk about the hassle and wait for Sam to come again and try to sort me out. Double Humph!
So very depressed now. Gave up on the computer, made and ate a massive meal and fell asleep.
Dreampt of me being with someone on an old train as passengers, no idea who it was. We were trying to find out where we were, outside night, foggy dark, kept jumping off the train and back on… that’s all I can recall.
Woke five hours later, made a cuppa, took the med’s and tried Chrome again.
Within a minute of opening Gmail, it became unresponsive again! Waited until it came back on and emailed Sam again to let him know if it suits him, I’ll be in all day tomorrow.
So then tried WordPress and this went funny too and stopped me using it until I closed it, lost the updated script and restarted it again to write this.
Perpetually (If that’s the right word?) suffering from Unresponsive sites and frustrations.
The innards started rumbling, and stabbing pains started. Fretting and worrying I suppose?
Bother was coming from all sides now, not just Facebook and Email sites.
Tried to use the Outlook email, but it wanted so many details to let join it, and they demanded my phone number so as to send me a number to use to gain access.
Sent it to me through a text on the mobile.
Which I’d never used before, and got into a pickle and a half trying to sort it.
Naturally, I couldn’t!
Demanded more code numbers, but I’m afraid I could not cope with the tiny press button things and got into rather a panic and thought, Sod It!
Gave up trying.
Concentration destroyed by all this worry and failure to solve the issues.
The stomach is getting bad now, and I feel Duodenal Donald getting ready to make life hell for me, I know the signs.
Got a message from a very witty clever satirical artistic chap, someone I follow on the WordPress. Saying they too have similar problems with Google Chrome sometimes.
Bad night of waking in between dreams. War, well, in a battle in a City, schoolday bullying relived, failings and errors recalled, space travel, ghosts and being buried alive being some of the subjects. I’m certain there were so much more, not nice at all. I lay there thinking through and trying to remember more for ages.
When a demand came for the Porcelain Throne visit at 0310hrs, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, shivering despite having a bit of sweat on and off to the morning session. Took a while for a different reason to recently, the opposite of the Trots! The tummy rumbled much after the movement. Carried out the Health Checks, all seemed okay apart from the pulse being a tad high, the weight was down again!
Made a brew and took the medications. Making sure I did not mistakenly take any of the Diahorria capsules, now they are not needed. In fact, I moved them into another drawer so as not to do a Whoppsiedangleplop later in the week.
Saw a note I’d left myself when it came to starting the computer: ‘Bank Numbers Required’. I must nip down later and give them to them. I had a check on the local weather for today on the BBC website.
Looked like a wet day in prospect! Glad I got the umbrella yesterday in town now.
The rain started again as I left the flats and decided to walk into Arnold, visit the ducks and pigeons and to get some pod peas.
I took the first photograph of the marathon hobble to Arnold at the end of Chestnut Walk. With the allotments below and housing in the distance and beautiful Spring greenery surrounding them. The smell was gorgeous.
Down Winchester Street hill and over the road and into the bank. Had to explain everything again to the teller lady, who was patient enough about it. Told her I was asked to bring in my NI number, but could not remember if I had or not, but here it is again anyway. She had no idea what I was talking about. Told me to pin in my card and dedicatedly perused her computer for a while, a frown spreading over her pretty brow. Said to me I had to make an appointment with the advisor to process the opening of the account. I told her the account was open, and I have a letter to that effect from the bank? Anyway, I’m going to see a surgeon in a while and might know more of when I’ll be free, and I’ll get back in touch (Call again) when I can confidently give you a date.
Out into the drizzle, up to the top of Mansfield Road Sherwood and off down the hill towards Arno Hill Park and the duck visit.
About a mile further on and I got out the Pound Shop umbrella as the rain increased and it broke as I was opening it.
With my luck, I took this with a pinch of salt, in fact, I expected this to happen.
Plodded onward in the wet onto Daybrook, the rain getting fiercer now.
The puddle in the car park had to be manoeuvred ti keep the tootsies and shoes dry, gave it a wide berth.
Nearly walked in front of a bus as I crossed over the traffic light junction – I indicated my apologise to the driver as he braked. I think he was questioning my parentage and possibly calling me a silly old fart or something similar. Oh dear!
Got to the park eventually and not many folks around, but there were some new breeds of ducks around. The ducks with the black coloured heads and brown and grey feathered bodies. They were very aggressive towards all the other birds there, they even chased off and bit the Canadian Geese!
The rain eased off a bit, and I spent a good while with them, nattering away to them. Like one does. Ahem!
Then out and along the road and over into the Sainsbury store. Where I found they did not have any pod peas available – Humph! I got some potato farls and cakes, Lemon mousse, a Lamb hotpot and two tiny turnips.
Outside the rain was now horrendous! I got the half openable brolly out and made for the bus stop across the road. I thought I was being rather clever by catching a bus that goes a long way around to town route but drops me off closer to the next bus stop where I can catch the Derby bus and save getting soaked so much? Cunning!
Dropped off on King Street and down and through the Slab Square and up Friar Lane to the bus stop.
An i4 bus arrived shortly, and I was off on a ride through the villages route, into Derby.
I gave the crossword book a bashing, and even got one completely done with only having to look-up one answer! (Head swaggers slightly)
Despite the weather, I enjoyed the run-out, apart from one bloke shouting down his phone all the time. Eventually, he started using bad language, the F word crept into his conversation, and I just had to say something but resisted several times until I could no longer do so. I walked forward and tapped him on the shoulder and asked him quietly: “Could you please stop using bad language on your phone, there are elderly ladies on this bus?” I was so pleased with his reaction. He really didn’t know he was shouting put aloud. He apologised to the ladies, and I think he blushed. That result was far better than him telling to Go Forth and Multiply and head-butting me! Phew!
He got off the bus later and put his hand up in acknowledgement as he dismounted the bus. Jolly good chap.
Got into Derby bus station, the rain now wet again. Hehe! I wondered over into the Eagle Market.
What a sad place nowadays. Far more empty stalls than those in use.
Out and up to the London Road GUM clinic. Gave them the paperwork and in minutes they called me in to see Mr Redgrave, the surgeon who will be doing me in Nottingham later. Nice understanding Gentleman. About 60 years-of-age, a well-trimmed beard and patient with his patient. I could smell the pipe tobacco on his breath, and this got me missing mine. Hehe! Went to great lengths in advising me exactly what was to be done with Little Inchy’s problem. To be done under a local and he anticipated my being in and out in a day. He even explained any problems and how to deal with them following the procedure. I should hear within a week of a date, but I’m still on the Cancellation List and need to have everything ready at short notice. Gave me some leaflets. I thanked him so much, we both had a cup of tea brought in by a smiling nubile young lady. And, it was a nice strong cup of tea too!
Happy and contented I made my way back to the bus station in the rain, almost singing to myself and uncaring about getting soaked in the rain.
I got on another bus route to go back into Nottingham, the Y8 it was I think. As the bus went through Sandiacre, we passed a place that I had worked at in Security many years ago.
It used to be a Calor-gas supplier, now it had been cleared demolished and must have held hundreds of vehicles. This got the memory going.
Had a bash at the Crosswords again, but not so successfully this time.
Arrived in Nottingham and dropped off on Maid Marion Way in the drizzle and walked down St James’s Street into the Slab Square.
I’ve not been down here for some years, there had been many changes with new buildings.
Across the square as the rain got heavier again.
The Burke on the bike in this photograph all but hit the woman with white hair moments after I took this picture.
Tsk!
Up Queen Street and to the bus stop, turned out good timing as the last L9 bus was due in five minutes.
Tired and weary now, but happy with how the day had gone and the good news and information from Mr Redgate. Why he was a Mr and not Doctor I don’t know. But, then again, there is much I do not know. I had to fight falling asleep on the bus with all my might, but managed to, just.
Up to the flat and into the Throne Room.
Too weary to concentrate on doing any updating, so did this in the morning.
Felt a bit more like eating tonight. Used a portioned plate and had, farls and potato cakes, Quorn eggs, sage & onion slices, pickled onions, strong cheddar, fresh pod peas, mushrooms, Mushroom Pate, an apple, one thin wholemeal and a Lemon Fool, with caramelised onion pickle.
Looked good, tasted good, but the eyes were obviously larger than the stomach again. I left a lot on the plate.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The Pulse was tremendously high at 94.
Got the goggle-box going. Swiftly fell asleep.
Dreamt something about V-rocket making, with me as a designer and demanding that garlic is added to the explosives? But it seemed I and the others were of French origin?
Woke and off to the Porcelain Throne, and spent an inordinately long time, struggled to evacuate, messy. A follow up to the ‘Trots’ I’ve just got rid of?
Had a glass of spring water and got the head down again, without any problem.
Kept waking all through the night, thinking of dreams and telling myself to remember and record them, even made some notes, but they were totally ineligible when I did wake properly at 0355hrs. Tsk! Not the foggiest memory!
0400hrs: Out of the fragile struggling to operate £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. The spattering did not come, (Hurrah!) but things were ‘Gooey’ and Haemorrhoid Harold’s blood added to the mess! Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald and Roger Reflux were all in a good mood, only Anne Gyna giving any real torment. Good start I thought!
Into the kitchen and took this photographicalisation.
Titivated around a bit and tried to move things in the freezer drawers to make room for some fodder that I hope will be arriving later via the Morrison delivery.
Kettle on and started the Health Checks and weighing session.
Again, I thought things were looking good. (I began to fret a little at this stage; Things looking good and me, don’t go together? Hehe!)
Made a mug of good strong Thompson’s tea and took the medications.Back to the Porcelain Throne, but only wind escaped. Things are a changing in this department today for sure.
Back to the Porcelain Throne, but only wind escaped. Things are a changing in this department today for sure.
Checked on the coat that got so wet yesterday, and I’d hung above the towel dryer. Still not fully dried, so I moved the jacket along to near the storage heater and turned it on, and moved the airer along underneath the coat.
On with the computer, fingers crossed in the vain hopes that Google Chrome would have cleared itself of problems. Come think of this, there were no problems with Google before I had some Windows Updates?
No problems as yet, knock on wood.
Made a start on this diary, then finished off yesterday’s one and got it posted.
Did some WordPress reading.
Got the ablutions tended to before the arrival of the fodder. Got all the things needed, into the wetroom, cleaned the teggies and started to shave, and the intercom phone rang – it was the Morrison Man. For some reason, I thought it was due twixt 0800 > 0900hrs, but it was due 0700 > 0800hrs. Did feel a fool again!
Got the fodder put away, only just enough room in the freezer.
Back and finished the ablutions. All nice and fresh smelling now. Hehe!
Sorted some bin bags and took them to the chute. Got the nibbles ready for the flat’s Obergruppenfurheress’s to drop off at the hut on the way out.
Must remember to call at the bank with the details they are wanting. (I didn’t, I forgot about it – Fancy that?)
Updated this bit of the diary.
Off out and called at the NCH Community Shed with the nibbles. Obergruppenfurher Julie was in on her own. The big room had the ‘Pick Your Colour Scheme’ crew of five in there to greet the residents. Tenant Roy arrived, and I chose the Green Brown Scheme as my choice for the outside of the newly updated buildings.
Only because I felt obligated to show interest. There was a very-little real concern there over which one was opted for.
Roy chose the same colour scheme.
Back to the foyer to await the bus into town. Roy arrived and asked me my flat number and name, as the Nottingham City Homes team had forgotten to inquire this of me. He kindly took the details back to them. A chinwag with the other tenants at the bus stop and on the bus en route was enjoyed.
Glad to hear the Bill thought the keyboard letter pads I got from Amazon for him, were wonderful and he had them all on his laptop and enjoying them.
Arrived in town as the drizzle started and meant to nip into the Pound Shop to look for some Furniture Cover a lady tenant told me about earlier and to get an umbrella – found myself in the Wilko Store, felt a fool and exited and made my way next door to the Pound Shop. Huh!
Had a good nosey around and ended up getting: A packet of Bic razors, Memory Foam Insoles and Alpen bars for raffle prizes, Flash eraser, Foil oven trays, two Guaranteed to blow inside out on the first use umbrellas, and a Men’s manicure set. Having purchased more expensive brollies last time and they did the same thing… well one did, the other disappeared like magic. I took the gamble on getting these cheap ones. No one on the tills so had to use the self-serve system. Farcical that was. I’m not sure I didn’t end up overcharging myself? The obnoxious assistant wasn’t really interested, poor bloke looked right pissed-off to me. And this in the morning with him having the rest of the day to get through, yet!
Out and over Upper Parliament Street and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Very sparse of human occupation it was this morning.
Another takeaway food unit had closed down I noticed. There’s going to be financial trouble over this situation of so many retail bankruptcies going on so much!
Hobbled without too much effort nor pain, to the other end and into Tesco and had a wander around. A box of two Fresh Cream Horns leapt into the shopping basket of their own accord. I got the last pack of pod peas, another Quorn Lasagne on offer at £2 down from £3 (I wish I’d got more now, cause they were wonderfully filling and tasty last time I got them). A packet of small potatoes, a TV magazine for next week and some Boczek belly pork.
I pondered over getting some Sourdough Farmhouse bread but remembered the freezer was chock-a-block at the moment. Wandered off, thought some more, then returned to the bakery section, after having made up my mind to get the Sourdough after all, cause I haven’t had any for ages. After I’d managed to reach up to the top shelf where they kept this bread and got a loaf, it only had one day’s life on it. I eventually managed to check each of the nine or so loaves and they were all the same. So, now in pain in the legs from stretching up and stomach now aching too, I muttered to me what an idiot I am, and wandered to the checkout.
Paid the gal and out around the block and to the bus stop on Upper Parliament Street. The feet were beginning to sting a bit now.
The place had got very busy from when I arrived in town.
The queue at the shelter was massive and cramped, the folks looked down and depressed, and I passed the wind without anyone noticing. So glad the ‘Trots’ have almost gone now!
Very glad!
I wanted to take a photo of the crowds with their depressed hang-dog expressions… but by the time I dug the camera out of the bottom of the full bag, one bus had been loaded and off, and a second one had gathered most of the other passengers. In the distance, the green single decker electric powered L9 bus can be seen arriving. When it did, the other passengers got to the doors; first. I was shoulder charged, poked with what I think was an umbrella and had my poorly toe trod on!
The spirits lowered as I sat there, not even interested in doing the crosswords and feeling a bit sorry for myself, but not knowing why?
A few miles on, and as the bus turned left onto Porchester Road, I had the camera ready in the hopes of getting a distance shot of the sky and scenery.
As I got ready to take the shot, a mobility scooter was driving on the road, and believe me there is one heck of a hill down there! At one point it is 1/6!
Anyway, the flipping car pulled out, and it hid the scooter from view! Tsk!
Back at the flat, and onto the Throne. A mixed session.
As I had a quick freshen up and cleansing session, I bent down to get the bleach to use on the porcelain and ‘Clunk!’ Accifauxpa, come Whoopsiedangleplop time! Cracked the head a good one on the sink.
This put an end to my plans for doing owt on the computer, indeed doing much at all. Boy, was it a good clout! Felt a bit groggy-dizzy for hours afterwards.
Put the fodder away, leaving a brolly in the bag.
Sat down for a few hours or so, tried reading the ‘Emotions’ book but no concentration felt dodgy. Dosed off.
Later when I woke, only a bit of a headache was there, I felt fairly good really?
Took the medications, did the Health Checks and got the fodder prepared.
Went to turn off the heater in the hallway and the INR Anticoagulation results had been delivered. Shot up to 4.6 this time.
I wondered if I’d perhaps taken two evening doses during one night during the last week, to have caused this and not noticed?
I added the Next Test Date to the Google Calendar. Google Chrome kept becoming Unresponsive so I gave up.
Used the segregation plate for the meal.
BBQ smoked mackerel, Surimi, egg, potatoes, potato farls, onions, cheddar, apple, beetroot and fresh pod peas and caramelised chutney.
I dished up too much and didn’t eat a lot of it. Ate just one of the potatoes, left some of the farls and a half of the egg.
The rain poured down outside, so I closed the kitchen window.
Felt so tired now. Tried to watch a DVD, then tried the TV, then the book again… which is when I drifted off into a dream filled horror of a sleep.
0215hrs: Rose out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way to the Porcelain Throne. A long, long session this first one today. Got some of the ‘Emotions’ book reread. The movement was far less than of late, but resistant to my needs, although still Pebbledash quality. Cleaned things and me up and into the kitchen to make a cuppa.
Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room and got them machine going. Back up to the home.
Took the morning medications, not realising it was so early.
Down and moved the things into the dryer.
The view from outside the foyer door was photographicalised.
Onto the computer and finished off the last diary for yesterday.
Google Chrome keeps going unresponsive, and I have to close it and all other programmes and restart – then it does it again! Grumph! Does it each and every time I try to go on Facebook!
Then I did the Health Check Print-Out for last week.
I think things looked okay.
Noticed the, er… aroma shall I call it, from the Porcelain Throne room seemed to have permeated into the rest of the flat’s rooms. Foul and followed me all over, even when I went down twelve floors to the laundry room! Nose blocked today, maybe that has something to do with it. Seem to be endlessly spraying air freshener over everywhere, without any success?.
Down to retrieve the clothing.
Why or how I had not noticed before beats me, but I realised how few clothes I’d actually taken down to be washed?
Whoopsiedangleplop!
I’d unaccountably started two laundry bags and taken only one down! Nincompoop, idiot and simpleton spring immediately to mind as a description of me?
Up one last time to the flat. The first thing needed to be was to visit the Porcelain Throne… what a phoo too! Hehe! More disinfectant splashing and fresh-air spraying ensued!
Must remember today is the INR Blood Test at the City Hospital. I’ll try a walk there again like last week, a slow, steady walk. Put the nibbles in the bag while I thought of it, and the Anticoagulation form in the jacket pocket.
While searching got the things, I came across the leaflet about Tuesday being available for us to go and talk to someone in the Community Shed about out preferences for the new colour scheme for the flats.
I don’t mind what colour they are, but will vote for the dark brown I think, because I can’t see others opting for it. That is of course if I remember to go.
Started this off, in between Google Chrome crashing and having to rest everything – getting miffed with this. I must try to find someone who can come to the flat and fix it for me if possible?
Then is dawned on me. Will I manage to get to the hospital without any Accifauxpa in the emissions department? Fingers crossed and safety pants on I think.
To the Porcelain Throne once more, much wind and rumbling but little action. Although much stinky-poos I’m afraid. While I sat there, a mental picture of the dream, I had earlier adumbrated into my mind for few seconds. I was in the back of a lorry, had a uniform on and playing cards with some other soldiers, each one from a different army and time period…? Was this from a dream? Or did the pain of the Throne session warp the mind? Hehehe!
Got ready and did the ablutions – spent ages trying to get to every crevice to feel cleansed. Creams, medications and deodorants applied afterwards, but the smell still seemed to have lingered.
Got dressed up well, I still can’t find the umbrella. Naturally, it was raining as I left the foyer.
Up by the magnificent looking Copse along the gravel path, taking my time and enjoying the wildlife and fauna as I poddled along.
Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and even Duodenal Donald were being gentle with me, bless em!
I was under some trees looking up at the branches trying to locate a bird singing away but could not.
But I got a shot of this young lady as she cycled along the footpath with her child in a chair on the crossbars.
Some friendly dogs around that let me fuss them a bit, enjoyed that.
Out and up the hill, and this gentleman came by from behind and gave me a start.
Over the crest and down to the traffic lights to cross over and onwards down to Valley Road.
The rain started to come a lot harder.
But no signs of interest from Diarrhea Derek bothering me, that was another good sign.
Down the hill and looked back as this Herbert rode a little close to me for my liking. I’m pleased to report that the motorist turning into the side road gave the Pavement Cyclist a toot on his horn and made him wobble… and I just caught him in mid-wobble!
Turned left and crossed the two-stage Pelican Lights over to the other side of the dual carriageway.
The wildflowers and weeds on the verges looked so fresh in the new rain.
I came across these Daisies that were bigger and larger than any I have ever seen, Bootiful they were.
I reckon the bigger ones were up 4 inches wide?
I spotted this Pavement Cyclist (No problem with him at all, and the traffic was very heavy on the road), so saw him coming towards me and moved out of his way.
By gum, he was moving.
Realised the rain had almost stopped as I took this photographicalisation.
A few hundred yards further on the drizzle turned back into torrential rains – not that it bothered me too much mind – I was that wet anyway it would have been hard to get wetter without throwing myself into the stream further on, nearby.
I leant over the bridge and looked down into the stream or Brook whatever it was.
There were not many tings that had not been deposited in it along this stretch. Railings, shopping trolley and baskets, fag packets, Coke cans, Condoms, someone’s jacket, etc. A bit sad really.
As I approached the GUM clinic entrance, the rain increased, even more, it belted down! They could not help with my request for a date for the op but would let me know ASAP and reminded me I am still on the Standby List and do I still want to be on it? I said yes and thanked them.
Out into the wet rain and hobbled as fast as I could manage to the Phlebotomy Department, took the ticket and had a go at the Crosswords. The nurses were back in the proper Bay Area now, so it did not take them long to clear the queue, and I was in and being done in less than fifteen minutes! The nurse had a job stopping the vein bleeding again, but it didn’t bother her. Gave the nurses nibbles to her, thanked her and asked which way if there is one, can I go to get out at the other end of the site using inside corridors to avoid the rain? She explained to me, and I was off.
I was soon lost.
I eventually got to Edwards Lane and back up into Sherwood, through the Park and back down to the flats. Soaked through I was! Hehe!
Met Jenny and Frank, then Olive in the foyer and had a chinwag.
Then up to the flat and amazingly, did not need a visit to the Porcelain Throne! Watch it now, I’ll probably get Constipation next… Tsk, Hehe!
An hour updating this diary, and then I did have to visit the Throne, not a bad session at all.
Bravely I tried Facebooking, fully expectant of the Computer freezing or just becoming unresponsive.
Which it did, and I gave up.
Got some fodder ready and did my best to eat it all.
The recent return of hunger had gone again now?
However, afterwards, in between nodding off sessions and I failed to view the DVD (Last of the Summer Wine Christmas Specials), I did nibble on some naughty snacks. Crisps Marmite, chocolate bar and rice peas.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a few visits.
Did the ablutions, took the medications and got the head down to sleep… which within about five hours I achieved! Humph!
Woke around 0100hrs, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – barely in time, but avoided an Accifauxpa. A longer session this time, it was at least a good half-an-hour before I could be confident enough to return to the chair. This did, however, give me time to scribble some notes about the dreams I’d been having. It is so long since I remembered such detail of any dream. Seems, from the notes: I digested later when the memories had long gone. I was on a spaceship of some sort, with Tony Blair and his entourage, a ship attempted to dock with our vessel. Blair ordered us to shoot it… we oddly had a turret on top of the craft, and that was where I was, it had cling film covered 303 rifles in it as the weapons to use? I couldn’t find any ammunition clips that fitted, though. Dozens of them were laying around that seemed to fit different weapons?
The visiting ship docked and in came John Prescott! Blair immediately denied having any WMD on board, and Prescott hit him one – then insisted we take him to Moscow?
Back and got my head down again.
0300hrs: Wide awake with a jolt. And, once more in need of the temporarily Christened ‘Diarrhoea’s Porcelain Throne’. Hehe! Twenty minutes later, I’d clean things up and was in the kitchen and sorting out this week’s medication pots.
Five more minutes, and I was back on the Porcelain Throne again! Oh heck!
0330hrs: Finished the medication pots off and started the Health Checks. Innards still rumbling away?
The weight keeps going down, mind?
0355hrs: Yes, you’ve guessed it, back on the Throne! I hope like yesterday, as the day goes on things will settle more.
Got Saturday’s diary finished and ready for posting and started this one off.
0450hrs: On the Throne, this time I read about ten pages of the book.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, the morning view was windy and bleak… most fitting under the circumstances I thought? Haha!
0625hrs: Unbelievably, I was back in the wetroom and seated painfully on the Throne yet again! This time, Duodenal Donald joined in giving me some grief. A long one this time. How can this be so, surely there is not that much room in the innards for all this?
0644hrs: Washed up, then creamed and medicated, generous amounts of fresh air spray and disinfectant distributed. Harold’s Haemorrhoids are bleeding more than ever now, Humph!
I’m still drinking a lot of liquids, can’t seem to stop doing so in fact. Tea, mineral water, tap water?
Took an extra Omeprazole to ease Donald a bit, with another cuppa hopefully.
Checked the Emails. Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff out there today.
Made a Morrison order for next week, in case I’m still limited in my getting out stakes by Diahorrea Derek or Haemorrhoid Harold.
Onto Facebook, fingers crossed that Google doesn’t go unresponsive again, it has done so five times already today!
Gave up on Facebook, every time I go on, Google Chrome freezes or becomes unstable.
Found the consultation on the colour of the flats note.
Dosed often, wherever I was all day? Even on the Throne.
Spent hours nodding watching TV and nodding off for a few minutes regularly.
Dizzy Dennis visited frequently and found myself being tortured inwardly by past errors mistakes and decisions.
Sister Jane phoned to see how I was, nice that.
Much rumbling continued, but the passings stopped for hours.
Tried to do some CorelDrawing.
Recoloured an old TFZ graphic of Lyzzi, but concentration prevented me getting it anywhere near how I wanted it.So gave up on that too.
So gave up on that too.
Made a goodish meal.
The fish was very nice indeed. I also ate it all up and had an apple afterwards.
The sage & onion slices were tasty too.
Fell asleep before I could get the pots to the sink for cleaning.
Woke up around 1900hrs I reckon, didn’t move though, just put the TV on, good police programme on that I had nor seen before, headphones on poured a mug of orange juice and settled to enjoy it.
Nodded off at the first commercial break, woke again around 2300hrs.
The stomach was churning like never before. Took the evening medications very late. Off to the Porcelain Throne, much bleeding so much cleaning and sorting out had to be done.
Feeling rather awake, I got the book, made a mug of tea and settled down for a good read.
0325hrs: The previous four hours had been a terrible nightmare of Diarrhoea Daniel prompted pebble-dashing sessions on the Porcelain Throne. Very slowly, but thankfully these are receding now. How long for I don’t know. Getting far less frequent. Scared to have anything to eat now, though.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 148 – Dia 80 – Pulse 84 – Temp 36.2 – Weight 14.65
Took the morning medications with another ADR capsule, and made a mug of tea.
Updated yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Then off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, mess and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
0405hrs: Off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, quantity, mayhem and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
I banged the right foot on the corner of the cabinet, right on the tender wound scar! I nearly swore I can tell yer! Hehe!
Made another mug of tea, then I thought the view outside warranted an effort at getting a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation. Opened the window to hang out of to take this hopefully masterpiece. And I could hear the bird chicks demanding their breakfast. This was without any hearing aids in.
I don’t think it came out as particularly good, though.
Still, it did give me the opportunity to bang my head on the frame while closing the window. Tsk!
Did some WordPress reading.
What to eat with the least risk to the ‘Trots’ came to mind. I’ve got some Wonky potatoes in the cupboard. I thought I had some rice as Patti Beckert suggested, but can’t find it. Tsk! Will a bit of battered Cod fish and a few boiled potatoes be alright, without any tomatoes, beetroot or other embellishments?
Getting the potatoes in the saucepan on a low light, I came across this misshapen one. Put it in with the others.
Then went on Facebook.
Then started doing some Graphicalisationing. Starting with one of Herr Lynton Cox.
Using a Mad Professor picture from Pixabay.
This is the result.
Hope Lynton likes this.
No calls to the Porcelain Throne in over an hour now, nearly two actually.The rumbling is still there in the innards
The rumbling is still there in the innards mind you, but far less volatile.
Flipping Heck! I just sneezed and found myself in immediate need of visiting for a pebble-dashing session on the Porcelain Throne!
Ten-minute later, I returned to write this paragraph, with water in my eyes! Hehe!
Did another graphicalisation, this one of Martin Shuttlecock.
I made this one into Sepia mode to fit in with the time period that suited it. He’s delivering beetroots with a bottle of Guinness and his trusty dog.
Then I moved on to make a start on a TFZer attempt at humour… but had a diversion again to the Porcelain Throne!
Oh, dear…
So tired and weak feeling.
Sat down and tried to get some rest or even sleep.
Only a few more movements were needed to the Throne, no more than eight or so all night. But the bubbling brewing and rumbling from the innards did not stop at all.
Could not muster any enthusiasm for anything, even thinking went out the window. Hehe!
I could not face doing any ablutions.
Took the medications but didn’t have a meal of sorts, I did nibble all night though, biscuit, crisps, potatoes, iced lolly even a bar of chocolate? A good sign perhaps?
TV on, Dizzy Dennis paid a few visits, and there were many visitations for a wee-wee throughout the night. Hours of nodding off and waking.
Hey-ho!
Today, a day of discomfort, depression and angst popped along,
Devoid of fun, contentment, direction, hope or song,
Not much occurring so this diary cannot be very long,
Times like this, I must have confidence and be strong,
Not like a Hero, to win me a gong,
But accept Whoopsiedangleplops are due to my failings all lifelong,
Porcelain Throne visits are like pebble dashing, and boy does it pong!
It’s payback for the things I’ve failed at and done wrong,
The wind escaping and rumbling innards the whole nightlong,
All night I was worrying and fretting; Why am I not strong?
If I went to Australia, would I recognise a Currajong?
Will Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis be on-song?
Will I ever meet an alien, bigfoot, Elvis or King Kong?
Anyway, how does one sound an umlaut or diphthong?
0030hrs: Woke hanging half in and half out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the mind racing and worrying about all sorts of things, but these were overtaken by the need to visit the Porcelain Throne.
As I stood myself up, the big toe stung and reminded me of last nights ‘Toe Stubbing’ in the kitchen!
Haemorrhoid Harold had been and was bleeding a little, Anne Gyna was in a bad mood. Arthur Itis was the opposite and in a good mood with me. Duodenal Donald was far easier this morning, and Little Inchy had calmed down and not bleeding at all. No signs of Dizzy Dennis either. Looking good!
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Again, looking okay, to me? The weight was up a bit though.
I had a read of the book Andy sent me, ‘Emotions’ again, but I’m having to read the same bits repeatedly. A clever or educated person wrote this.
With so much going on with the estimated timing of the orders from Amazon over the next few days confusing me, I consulted the Google diary:
I decided to send an email to the Doctor’s surgery, explaining I would not be able to get to my INR Blood test today, having to stay in because an email from Amazon told me the delivery would be arriving today. (We’ll see eh?) I can then go to the City Hospital for the blood test tomorrow, after Susan, the foot lady has visited me?
The other things ordered should be arriving over the next few days? Messy innit? Next time someone asks me to order something for them, I’ll think twice. Hehe!
Constant pain and hassle can be detrimental to one’s health, mental and otherwise.
Made a mug of tea and wrote the email and sent it to the Surgery.
Finished the Monday Diary and posted it, then started this one off.
Did some Facebooking then.
Onto CorelDraw 2017 and did a graphic for the TFZer site.
One of the parcels arrived from Amazon via a despatch lorry. Now had time to fit in the INR Blood Test today.
Did the ablutions and got changed and ready for the hobble to the hospital.
On the way out, I called at the flat of the chap whose name escapes me, who asked me to order the keyboard letters. He was not in. I left a copy of the Email about the delivery through his letterbox.
I met Roys wife in the lobby and we had a laugh and chinwag.
As I got out to cross the road to the gravel path up to the Park, I realised how quiet it was… then went back up to the flat and got the one working hearing aid put in. Tsk!
Set out again, not through the park this time, but along to Winchester Hill and down into Sherwood, right at the traffic light junction and all the way down and left onto the Valley Ring Road.
Down to the next traffic island and right up and into the hospital grounds.
Passed some wonderful wildflowers, en route. Also, noticed they had extended the tennis courts. Including a new Petanque Court. Never heard of this game? I looked it up, it’s apparently a bit like Boules?
Entered by the side of the GUM clinic.
I thought about walking by the window in case the usual Hitlertarian receptionist was on duty to give him a wave… but decided against this. Haha!
To the top of the drive and right into the Phlebotomy Department, took a queue ticket from the machine, sat down and got the crossword book out. Half an hour later, my number was called out, and I limped to Clinic 2 Bay Three as instructed.
Soon got the sample taken and I was off, after giving the nurse some nibbles. The nurse was from Poland and she could not wait to go home she said.
I left and hobbled back to the flats by a different route this time and ended up not sure where I was going. Fancy that!
I cut through private areas and woodland managing to get my bearings again.
Over the ring road and up into Sherwood.
The old legs and feet were aching well now!
Onto Mansfield Road, left over the hill and down to the entrance into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Not many folks about now, some of the vehicle drivers had put their lights on.
Up through the park and right down by the Croft on my right, and was visited by Dizzy Dennis and he was not happy.
Got in, wee-wee’d and made this map of the route I’d hobbled.
Dizzy Dennis had another go at me. I had a pot of porridge.
Updated this tosh again. Facebooked a while.
Had another pot of porridge, stomach rumbling joined in now. Blimey, Dizzy Dennis again, and Haemorrhoid Harold has forced me to clean up and put the protective pants on again. I’m going to get a cup of tea, take the medications and just sit down.
0405hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Did the ablutions while in the wetroom. Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore as heck, Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Duodenal Donald I could sense was getting ready to give me more bother today, and Dennis Dizzy had a go at me twice while I was in there ablutionalisationing.
Did the Health Checks and finalised last week’s log. All right I reckon?
Creamed the areas in need. Took the medications and made a good strong mug of tea.
Viewed the scenery outside and pondered on the plans for the day: Morrison Delivery arriving 0630>0730hrs, wanted to go and feed the ducks various birds at the Nottingham Arboretum, then go to the bank with the details needed and ask them for assistance with changing my address with the new pension company. Oh, I must call Jenny to tell her I will be going to the nosh session and ask her for the number of the computer engineer she recommended a while ago. Also, get some bread and vegetables. Then remembered I’ve to sort all the bank paperwork back into the dedicated folders. Made myself tired thinking of it all. Hehe! I’ll see what gets done eh?
Did some WordPress reading as I waited for the food to arrive – while consuming another mug of tea of course. Then recalled I’d ordered it for Thursday twixt 0800>0900hrs. Huh!
I rang Jenny, and she said the Computer man is no longer working, but she will get a number for another and let me know it later.
Did some Facebooking and then got the things and me ready to set off into town. Took the waste bin bags to the chute and replaced them with new ones ready, and took the empty, cleaned jars with me in the bag.
Down in the lift, met Olive and had a natter with her, then took the jars to the recycling bin and joined several other tenants waiting for the bus in the foyer. Another chinwag I enjoyed.
Caught the L9 to town and dropped off at the terminus.
Crossed over the road by the tram stop, and hobbled down and up the hill to the Nottingham Arboretum Pond area.
Hardly anyone about, apart from students from the local Trent colleges.
Had a pleasant few minutes talking to the Mallard Ducks and their ducklings along with the pigeons who all came boldly to me and dined well.
The baby Mallards showed no fear at all, and even competed with the other birds to get at the food!
Many female University Students about on the way back, in the howling winds and nearly wearing clothes. Hehe!
Hobbled to Victoria Centre (Mall) and called in Tesco. Got some Vegetarian Cottage Pie, a large Quorn one. Selling at £2 from £2.68 on Offer, fresh garden peas and Sourdough Bread.
Wandered up to the Fruit & Veg Market and got a few more pod peas. Wandered around Boots store.
I liked the vehicle the Thai restaurant was using to advertise for themselves.
Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.
Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.
Then back to the L9 bus stop. Met the lady I chatted with on the way out, and we demolished some of the pod peas between us. Hehe!
A nasty looking accident between a taxi and a bus at the junction of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street.
Chinwagged and had a laugh with the lady tenant en route home.
I stayed on the bus and went on into Sherwood, to the bank.
Gave a bloke the details as requested while the two people that had been dealing with my problems stood behind with some paperwork sorting – they did not even acknowledge me. I bet something else will be needed or go wrong and either Christine the advisor or Lisa the manager will be in touch again within a week or so. No confidence in them at all.
Took this zoomed-on picture of the far end up the hill, of Dornoch Avenue. Poor folks dwellings at the bottom, wealthy ones at the top?
Hobbled up Winchester Street Hill to the flat. Where I met a bloke who asked me to order some white on black keypad stickers for him from eBay. Said I would.
Got in and had a wee-wee, put the bits away and got the pod peas cooking, then put the Cottage Pie in the oven. (Although I failed to put the power on to the cooker, so an hour or so later I turned off the peas and heated the oven properly and waited for it to heat up. Twit!)
Ordered the things for the chap, but not on eBay but Amazon, where I found them cheaper for him.
Got a message back from Amazon – order refused – I’d used the old bank card. Humph! Went back to the site and changed to the new card. Then did the order again, cause it was refused again. Tsk! Finally got confirmation it had been taken alright. After two hours of faffing around.
Updated this article.
Went on Facebook while the oven heated up.
I’d grated some strong cheese on the top of the mashed potatoes on the ‘On Offer Priced’ Quorn Pie. Put some demerara sugar in with the podded peas.
I have to say, it was a yummy meal, one of the best for a while.
Rated this one at worthy 9.55/10. Hope that they are still on offer next time I go to Tesco again.
A Torchwood DVD was watched for a while from the box set. I think this series got worse the longer it ran, too complicated for me to follow.
Turned to the gogglebox later, and started the nodding off for a few minutes, wake up to find another programme on now, repetitions routine. Tsk!
Nipped into the kitchen to get a mug of orange juice from the fridge…
Whoopsiedangleplop / Accifauxpa time had arrived!I decided to wash the pots while in the kitchen… cut down the finger nail again with a knife, banged right knee of the cupboard door under the sink and overfilled the orange juice in the mug and had a right mess to clean up!
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, I turned off the TV and settled, soon started to drift off… Then the fretting began: ‘Did I turn off the tap?’, ‘Did I close the fridge door properly?’, ‘Did I leave the light on?’, ‘Did I leave the plug in the sink’ and ‘Did I leave the stove on?’… I could not settle until these worries were resolved.
Just had to go to investigate. That was when I stubbed my toe on the heater leg. Not just a standard stub, oh, no… this one almost made me yell out with agony!
Took an extra Codeine Phosphate and rubbed some pain gel on the tootsies and back to the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to relax again… Huh, as if!
Then, started worrying about my needless, or was it, worrying again? Everything that came into my mind seemed of a concerning, panicky, trepidation or consternation… was I turning into a masochist? Then I could not remember if I checked all my previous concerns in the kitchen, out of the recliner, limping a little more now after the good stubbing and checked the things…
I’d left the small ring on the cooker on. Turned it off, and once again returned limpingly to the chair with hopes of sleep foremost in my mind and seeking imperturbation.
0400hrs: Woke with a start, the dream I was having fresh in my mind, wrote down notes first thing I did. Then out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got on the computer to make a representation, best I could, of the dream.
I was out in the rain, trying to creosote a new garden shed in someone’s garden. With ogres (They didn’t look like these in the picture, but were not far off) in the background encouraging me with friendly ugs and growls that were not threatening at all, they seemed to be really intent on my succeeding with this impossible mission to get the shed creosoted? I recall I was licking the liquid as it splashed onto me? Every time I swiped the brush down the wood, it vanished? Ah. well.
After doing the graphic, I tried to sort myself out. No rubbish around the chair this morning, the washing from last nights meal had been all done and sorted, though I cannot remember doing it? But I do recall how tasty it was. I must try these Quorn imitation Beef Steaks again when they are on offer.
A visit to the porcelain throne went well, very well. No more bleeding from anywhere either.
Espied some more bits of the foil-like stuff from the laundry room on the carpet?
Perhaps one of the machine drums is flaking bits off? I’ll have a look when I’m down again.
Could it be we are bringing it up on our shoes as well as the washed clothes? Inspector Inchcock will investigate! Haha!
I got the new potatoes in the Crock-Pot on low and shelled the last of the pod peas and into the saucepan with some demerara sugar added ready to simmer later.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health-Checks done. Sys 161, Dia 87, Pulse 96, Temperature 35.9, Weight 14.72.
Took the medications with the tea for a change.
Went to turn off the storage heater in the hallway as part of the enforced economy drive, and found a note had been posted through the letter box. I nearly picked up the phone to let Jenny (I keep calling her Penny for some reason, and she doesn’t like it at all, Tsk!) know, that I will be going but realised how early it was in time and stopped myself. Whoopsiedangleplop prevented there! Phew!
The computer utilised to update and finalise the last diary and to start this one off. I enjoyed making the graphic of the dream.
Then I did some WordPress reading.
Hung out of the window to see if the Morrison van was arriving, then like a shot me keen, alert mind realised it was Sunday, and I had the Morrison delivery yesterday.
Made a clot of myself when answering one of the comments from Orb80, trying to spell aurevoiur, and the spellchecker didn’t suggest what I wanted. Found out it should have been Au Revoir eventually. Tsk!
Then I tried one of the dream interpretation sites with details of last night’s dream and got this back:
So, it seems I need a good emotional cleaning – I’m having secrets kept from me – The place within my psyche to store my ideas? – I might, have a bloom in my life, or need one – and: It’s time to cultivate a new relationship and nurture and grow aspects of my life.
Clear as mud, that. Yet interesting all the same.
Got the pod peas simmering in the pan, then went of Facebooking.
Did some Graphicalisationing. TFZer Sandie and me in the Woods with her car. Hehe!
Got the meal sorted.
Very passable indeed. I cooked the last of the peas instead of having them raw for a change.
Watched some DVD without falling asleep.
Changed to TV to watch some football and a film.
Still didn’t fall asleep. In fact, I became unsure of when the next INR blood test and the visit to the bank were – got the computer on to check the calendar – and it wouldn’t load, the working symbol came on and nothing else? Turned all the power off and tried again, and it loaded? Oh dear!
Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner again and watched som more TV – still not nodding off?
Don’t know when, but it must have been hours later I drifted off into slumber.
