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04:45hrs:
Nocturnal pouch, lighter this morning.
Rain and howling wind when I opened the kitchenette window. Caught a few refreshing drops of cold rain in the mush. I did laugh! 
: I struggled to get the diabetic socks off of my legs. Causing a mini 
, which cost me a lot of time and pain cleaning up, before I trod it all over the floor. Which didn’t work cause I trod it all over the floor and then the hallway as I fetched the vacuum!
I didn’t actually spit, but came close!
I only had one cut shaving, but it was a fairly decent one, requiring the application of the Brut aftershave a few times before I stemmed the flow.
For once, and this is very rare indeed, I only had one short 
. Which barely lasted for about three seconds! Great! I’m anticipating some follow-up sessions, though.
The Red Eye was hardly noticeable! But as the carer mentioned later, it is above the eye that he can see it?
Then…
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I sorted the waste bags.
Then got onto the computer to try to get some blogging done while I had the time.
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arrived. He’s got a lot on today, but he didn’t mind. The new ankle socks were looked at, but we continued with the diabetic long socks, which after creaming the lesions were put on, then the ankle straps. Then the leg straps… then repeated on the left leg. He did a good job of them today, and I was able to get the inside-outside slippers on easily enough, bless him. I was going to ask him to help me get the trousers on, but decided against this, differed that I am, when I recognised that I would not be able to empty the day catheter while the trews was on, so didn’t. I’ll get them on later. Hopefully, without any 
s.
Then empty the pouch just before the battle to get the trousers on. But feel sure it’ll go alright.
was bleeding, and I had some red skin on the leg near the top of one of the 
straps. So they got a bit of medicationing from me.
I did a bit of work on this blog after finishing off yesterday’s. Then started to collate the things needed for the hospital visit.
Being the idiot I am. I set of down in the lift to get to the foyer on the ground floor, the elevator doors opened… and I realised I’d left the camera and hearing aids up in the flat – Wot a Burk! So, back up to the apartment. (It sounds classier than the flat, Hehehe) Could I find the hearing aids that I know I’d left on the ottoman? No! Well, not for ages, eventually finding them in the kitchen on the window ledge. I shot down so as not to miss the lift from Easy Link.
The driver was the pleasant lady who took me to the hospital. Lovely gal. She had two other passengers on the bus, I tried talking to them in greeting, but the two were not responsive, poor things, still I tried to give them the odd nod and smile en route. I was dropped off first at the Audio Clinic. I got a little confused when I got out, but the lady made a joke of it, she is sweet. I asked if she would be picking me up to go back, and she said no. So I insisted she take a drinkie and nibbles from the 
. Why she asked me. I said ’cause it’s Christmas, and I’ll sulk if you don’t take some. She laughed and obliged me.
I thought there was time to take some photographs of the front of the building… 
In my earlier semi-panic to find the hearing aids, I’d forgot all about getting 
. Boy, I was getting weed off with myself!
Into the Psychotherapist Appointment…
That wasn’t a Psychotherapist Appointment!
I’d looked forward to it so much as well. A chance to explain all my difficulties and problems to someone at long last. But No! I should be so lucky! The lady on reception casual said, “Oh, we put the wrong department on the letter, did we?” As she was reading it! That and the earlier cock-ups lessened my spirits.
I took a seat as instructed and waited for my name to come up on the new panel on the wall. It seemed ages before my turn came, but I was in no rush.
I thought I’d have a go at the crossword book at least I’d remembered to take that and a pen…
But not my reading glasses!
Some days are destined to go wrong… well, in my case, every day is, and does!
My name came up and a young lady came to fetch me to her room. I was there not for the mental condition, but to have new hearing aids tested and supplied!
I fear I could not resist telling her and showing her the letter, and of my disappointment and followed up with all the hassle with the computer, the landlines, the new TV, and the Emergency Alarms all going down. She wasn’t interested at first, but by the time I stopped the moaning and groaning, I’d converted her to show sympathy for me at least. Hahaha!
She did a magnificent job of testing my ears, and the new aids are working brilliantly. She was told earlier of my inability to replace the tubing nowadays and told me to ring for an appointment and come in and they will do it when needed for me. She also gave me some batteries to take with me. Lovely-jubbly!
When I got out to the waiting, reception area, ~I knew there would be another cock, I’d made five and these tend to come in threes – I’d forgotten what time the bus was picking me up. I could not see the front door from the seating area. The thought of going out in the terrible winds that were blowing was not good. On the way in, we saw many rows of dustbins that had been blown all over the place in Sherwood, City Centre and the college area. In fact, when I went out to see if the bus had arrived, the hearing aids were nearly blown out of my tab holes. Also, I could feel the pressure of the filling-up catheter bag in the trousers, most uncomfortable. I dare not go to empty it, in case I missed the lift…
Then a receptionist man came to me, I must have been showing signs of concern or something, and asked if he could help with whatever the problem was. bless him.
He then fetched a high chair and put it in their foyer, so I could watch for the minibus arriving. Which it did an hour & ten minutes later. Steve, I think the driver’s name was. He’d looked after me before. So I insisted he have some treats as well. When we got back to the flats… erm, apartments (Haha!) How I got those hundred yards to the foyer door without being blown over, losing a hearing aid, or being hit by the twigs, empty bottles and bags in the wind, I don’t know.
I was so glad when I got inside.
Home photos taken. I think they are in chronological order, as they came on Kodak Tim. Here they are:
First photo when I got in.
Later…
Drizzling starting.
The pouch just emptied.
Excellent colour!
Drizzling still…
As it was an hour later…
Persisting…
Aha, stopping at last.
returned the laundry for me.
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Very nice nosh. Flavour: 8.3/10.
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Wobble on here, so tried again.
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Ah, this was a better effort!
I hope so! Cheers!
I’m still miffed at not seeing someone about my neurological problems today.
Since getting home, I had a and a few 
. AGAIN! I left the hot tap running and the water ran cold. Then also, yet again 
, while trying to get the heavy large quilt folded. A landing on the knees affair, so it could have been far worse… still painful mind, with 
& 
the main victims of the incident. on his next and last call, folded the quilt for me.
Best of Luck, each!
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This had to have been taken, between my leaving the hovel, and getting back a day or two later from the Clinic. It felt like it to me; there were that many happenings and a few Accifauxpas to boot today.
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Morning…
Why the difference?
Most of the cost went on drink rather than food.
No, I was wrong; I meant Sainsbury’s, not Iceland.
Helpers & Carers bubble box refilled. They like these treats.
Drizzling this morning. I’ll try to keep my eye out for any of the seagulls that go on the hunt today.
The rain persisted as I went to get the ablutions done.
What a change! Constipation Conrad gets the upper hand after the six-day reign of Trotsky Terence!
The gal was late arriving, so I got the crossword book out.
I was taking a photo through the bus window, as we went over the speed bumps on Woodborough Road a little too fast…and 
started bleeding in response to my bum lifting off the seat for each of the eleven-speed bumps, and thudding back down on the hard seat.
I did manage one more photo.
joining in, so was a little late by the time I’d got into the clinic waiting hall.
session, and am not sure how, but I ended up with a letter appointment, for two days time at the clinic… but not for the hearing test, but with a Dementia Team Supervisor? What! I know I was not feeling up too much and at the same time as talking to the receptionist, 
. But what the hell went on to get me this appointment? Puzzled, I sat down to have a think. While it suddenly dawned on me, I have an appointment with the Doctor on the same day and time as in the appointment letter, and would surely not be able to get a lift with such short notice anyway. 
Outside the Ropewalk clinic.
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and Chloe & Carol were all rather annoyed at my landing on the knees. Showing this in their usual painful style. Then I had to clean up the WC and floor, using up the closet’s entire stock of hand towelling. I cleanedp up the bleeding as best I could, and told a lady I’d used up all the hand towels.
and prayed I’d not missed anything important, that I need to remember later.
I do recall these oven-cooked Cumberland sausages
That should have been neither.
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It is nice to escape the confines of the apartment.
The night Catheter Pouch was far too dark!
Before leaving to get the lift to the clinic, I suffered three of these types of visits. Hey-Ho!
Getting dressed was farcical.
I try to remember to turn on the low setting as I leave later… I then proceeded… 
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all joined in with the right 
and spoilt the day!
Carer Richard was not his usual self. Tired out, I’ll be bound.
A final call to the Porcelain Throne.
lift.
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from my pocket. Taking snaps through the window en route to town and the Audio Clinic.
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Tsk!
I took this sad selfie!
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came, I didn’t realise how late it was.
He took a snap of 
Snotbag was not there that day, but she was amply substituted by Haughty-Hilda. The aids were tinny sounding, ill-fitting, unreliable, rubbish, junk, crap, ineffectual, impractical, and shoddy! 
02:00hrs. I woke with the mind filled with, what’s the most suitable word? Dread, I think! Fear of the long haul to town on the £2.30 bus trip and slog through town and up the fearsomely steep Standard Hill to the Audio Clinic, I think. Ah well! The note I’d left to remind me on the TV screen helped!
It was a struggle on this bus to town. So many people were getting on, the trolly in the way, folks treading on and into me. I was so glad when we got into town, and I could get off of the bus last, as usual. I hobbled down Queen Street into Slab Square. I avoided a collision with a Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist as I got there. I was just about to take a photo of the two coffee robbers across the square. Came out a bit blurred, though.
Crossing the square to get to the Poundland Store (surely this time they will have some large Pork Farms pies or Payne’s chocolate Brazil misshapes in stock?). But no, they didn’t. However, I invested in: black bags, bleach, drain unblocker, cans of chilli-con-carne, an egg & bacon sandwich, and some more Ginsters beef pasty’s. The lady at the self-serve tills put them through for me and packed my bags. 
What an angel! As I left the store, some pigeons came down, the instant I dropped some nuts on the floor as I was taking the bag out of my pocket. There were not many left, but I lost them all! Still, the dickies benefited. Maybe they have learned that the bags can be dodgy from the Poundland shop, and other people have done the same? Haha!
I then carried out the plan, being as I had time if I didn’t take too long over it, to walk along and up Hounds Gate, and taking pictures along the way up. 
I turned right at the end of Hounds Gate, up Maid Marion way, previously known, when I worked at Tesco on the road, as Granby Street. 
To the end of Postern Street and left up to the top of Park Row, and on to the Ropewalk. A builder’s vehicle at the top, had me beat as to what it could be? Caterpillar tracks it had on it? Perhaps it is to get the wax out of me right ear-hole? Don’t know why I said that; it isn’t even funny. Am I losing it again?
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My EQ warned me that this may not be the case! However, I thanked her and left to go home as instructed. 
I walked down to the crossing and over the road, almost spitting with frustration! (If only I’d known what was to come yet, I wouldn’t have bothered!) 
I got up to the Wilko store and got some clothes-freshener and granules. And liquid soap flakes, plus a bag. 
though. 1855hrs: I thanked him, he’s a decent chap.
02:05hrs. After yesterday evenings nodding offs, I was not exactly surprised when I woke up with a bit of energy, after only four hours of proper sleep. 
Being as yesterday, idle-Tuesday, I had not even got dressed or shaved, there was no hand-washing to be done. Guilty-Mode-Engaged! 
I was going to take a photo from the unwanted light & view-blocking new balcony with the tons of glass to clean that cannot be accessed, and I spotted the new INR result sheet on the floor between the c1968 recliner and the c1950 easy-chair. I put in where it should be kept. 
It was raining a little, lightly, and the mist had cleared, apart from in the distance. I managed to open the side window with the metal spring clip opener failing in its efforts to again take a chunk of flesh out of the hand or finger, this time. Swank-Mode-Adopted! 
Off to the shed. 
pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. 
The bus arrived, and I caught the L9 to town. Not feeling very good at the time. I suppose my EQ told me that things were not going to go well at the clinic… it was right! 
I made my way down Clumber Street street to the City Centre. Where I took a couple of pictures of the Council House from Slab Square, on my way to the Poundland Shop to see if they had any of the 
out nibbles. I paid at the self-serve checkout without any cock-ups for once.
By the time I had reached the flats and got inside, seeing no one at all en route, I was not in good condition. 
I did notice when I got pt the long sleeve shirt: the labels had the prices in Euros? 
I alighted the bus on Queen Street. I walked down to the Slab Square and began to make my way to the Audio Clinic, avoiding the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists as I sped along. 
I stopped and turned back to take a picture on Little John’s bell housing. Pleased at the time showing. I don’t know how the busy bus got through so early but was grateful that he had done so. 
The closed down Odeon Cinema is now a Nandos, with its three big and two small waste bins out ready for collection.
I made my way to Park Row, the same place I visited on Friday. 
an appointment within two weeks to have a new one made. She changed the tubing for me. 
the Trolley-Walker. But it got worse a little later! 
A few yards further on, and the roadway was hob-cobbled and most uncomfortable as the trolley shook and rolled, and several times, the locking-grip opened, and 
the thing started to collapse! Once the roadway became better, things settled down – but the ankle went over just before the smooth bit of road, and I uttered a few well-chosen expletives out loud! Good job I had got the medicines earlier on.
After a visit to Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, you’ll soon understand why this pub has survived the centuries to become a treasure of Nottingham past and present.
A little detail, to show what you are missing, folks. 
Part of the works taking place was centred around the Broad March Centre, the tram station and the Magistrates Court. 
picturing the nasty, uncaring, insensible, unaware, nescient and unconscious of his own bullying actions cyclist, I pushed the trolley over a crack in the concrete! Oh, I did feel a fool! 
The Drop-In Centre, now named the Urgent Care Centre as I discovered, was a few hundred yards behind the BBC. 
I thanked the nurse and departed. Planning on going to Wilko’s to get some replacement plasters for the ones used and blood-soaked last night. 
Got the oven on and started to do the sausages and part-baked cobs.
Sys and pulse well up again. But I shouldn’t be surprised should I? All the hassle of late, and with more to come today with the inside balcony doors being installed.
Had to take care, because there were patches of ice on the higher ground.
Took this photograph half way down Winchester Street.
Putting back on my fingerless gloves, I was surprised to see the nail thumbnail, which I cut last night seemed to be leaking puss? It had the texture of toothpaste.
I proceeded in an Easterly direction (Haha!) and turned left on Mansfield Road.
Arriving at the surgery with a few minutes to spare for the appointment with Nurse Ann to take my blood.
thanked her and was out. Left a bag of bites on the reception desk, and set off on the trek into town.
Hobbled along at a steady pace, no rush today. The sooner I get back to the apartment, the sooner I will have to face what will obviously be a right mess from the balcony window installation. That is if it has been done.
The plates-of-meat were beginning to hurt, but, I expected this to be the case, what with me not getting any walks in for ages.
Up to the lights and over down the hill towards the City Centre.
Always a sad sight or two to be spotted on this stretch of road.
shops and pubs have closed down.
I exited the centre onto Upper Parliament Street.
I departed and hobbled down into the slab square. Sometime before the L9 bus was due, so I had a wander around and took some photographs while I was waiting.
So I did go up to the flat to find out what was going on if anything.
for not being on time.
0127hrs: Noticed that the temperature in the kitchen was much higher this morning at 54°f.
I opened the window to take a view of the morning skyline without reflections from the glass.
It all looks much a sameness to me. Although, this morning the weight had gone over the 15St mark!
The meal framework for the new build flats was coming on.
I walked along Chestnut Way, and I felt a bit of compassion for the car owners. Hehehe!
Down onto Mansfield road, and right up and over the incline, and down into Carrington. Where a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but hit me.
I limped along in the centre to the end and down the escalator and foolishly had a look in the Thorntons shop and asked a lady if they had any chocolate nougat. “Yes,” she said. Fetched a cubed box and asked if I’d like it gift-wrapped, no charge for this. My mind was finding it hard to connect to voice box or logicality as she bent down, revealing 
more than I could handle of her buxom cleavage, and came back up with a box already done. She added, while putting another box of chocolates on the counter, “You get these free when you buy the nougat selection”. She bent down again for some unknown reason as I got my card out to pay.
My attention was again distracted. I got the two boxes into the bag and made my way to the exit doors. I thought I’d better try to make sure the chocolates don’t get wet, so stopped under cover of the canopy to rearrange my bag. During which I came across the receipt for the nougat… £20!
ge anyway.
Crossed over the double-pelican lights on Maid Marion Way, and up Standard Hill. Stopping part way, to allow Anne Gyna to calm down.
enough to have to climb it on foot. The feet and knees started giving me bother shortly after this. Hehe!
I went on the web in the morning and found out that is was a Two-bedroomed flat, for sale at only £232,500.
Outside, the rain had stopped altogether now.
Across the road and down to the terminus.
f the Little John dome and clock as it arrived.
feet stinging!
I was glad not to see any workmen up on the platform hoists on the building in the rain.
A wagon delivering some machinery passed by us.
wee-wee. Another marathon session, but eventually it stopped. Haha!
As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner the reminder note on the mini-pad, I’d written last night, fell to the floor.
I opened the curtains and waved at myself in the reflection. This too was good – now I know I am alive. Hehehe! 
Opened the window and had a look down at the residents parking spaces. I hope the red car on the left doesn’t need to get out first today?
Nottingham.
So, I did the weeks total for the Health Checks.
Arrived in town. The sunshine that had come up was not fooling the Nottinghamian Shoplifters… sorry! Citizens, at all. Most had their winter woollies and coats on. Good idea, sage move too!
I hobbled slowly so as not to get Anne Gyna upset any more than she was.
She took me through the set-up on the machine in front of me. She nipped out during the testing and setting up to get something, and I sneaked out the camera to take this shot of the whatever it is a machine I had to sit in front of and not move.
Off out of the building, still no rain arrived and the promised high winds again absent. (I’m not complaining, though).
I took this photographicalisation of the top of Angel Row.
Along Upper Parliament Street, more closed-down businesses to be seen.
minutes before the bus was due. It came twenty minutes later.
By the short time, it took to get to the flats and off of the bus, it had gone ominously dark.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on.
The darkness so early in the day, convinced me that rain must have been on the way.
I sat down and got the paperwork looked at that I’d brought home with me.
Got the meal cooking, not that it needed much in the way of preparation today.
Scrawled a sign to remind me of the INR Warfarin Blood Test in the morning and put it on the computer screen, then I got the TV turned on.