0120hrs: This morning’s expergefaction in the £300 second-hand recliner was a surprisingly pleasant affair. For I had feared that Hippy Hilda would still be giving me grief after yesterdays sufferings, but she had calmed down so much now.
0139hrs: Washing sorted and down to the laundry room. Set the machine and back up to the apartment. Took these photos looking into and out of the laundry room.
0150hrs. Back up into the mini-home.
Porcelain Throne session, oh dear… Splattering, spluttering, windy and wet!
I thought, pondered and showed my dubiety in failing to make a decision about whether I should or shouldn’t take a capsule at this stage, to help alleviate and mitigate these worrying symptoms? Which meant I didn’t have any, rightly or wrongly? Huh!
Got the medications take and did the pots for next week.
0220hrs: Did the Health Checks and it was soon time to go back down to move the washing from machine to the dryer.
Both lifts were operational this morning.
Cleaned the washer filter and casing, got the stuff out and into the drying drum. Oh dear, what a mess in there.
The filter had not been clean out, so I got that done before putting the clothes in and setting it going.
0240hrs: Then back up to the apartment and back on the Porcelain Throne. Another spludgy session, so I did take one of the ADRC capsules this time. Still not sure if I should have – my incertitude persists. Tsk!
I took this picture down outside. This was taken before the mist fog and rain got heavier later on.
I got on with finishing the Friday diary and graphicalisationing when necessary. The time flew by, and it was soon time to go and retrieve the washing.
0318hrs: Bit of a farce with the lifts again as I pressed the call button. Lift one was on the 14th floor, lift two on the ground floor. Number two came up straight passed my 12th up to the 13th floor. Then down to the 6th floor, down to the ground floor – at this time lift no. 1 started to go down from the 14th passing my storey again, to the 2nd floor, lift two came back up and I was delighted to say, it stopped for me to get on!?!?!
Got the washing out of the dryer, folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter, inner drum and casing.
As I kept bending (No hearing aids in of course) and stretching to do the cleaning, I noticed the left-hand pocket of my jacket was soaking wet! I’d forgotten that I had put an antiseptic spray in there to use on the drum and bin, and had been setting it off as I kept bending down. A perfect example of my occasional Plonkishness? Hahaha! It had gone through to my undies and flesh. I photoed it when I got back up. Fool! Still, I smelt nice!
0349hrs: Got the clobber put away and was amazed at how the weather had changed so quickly.
Seeing this, the idea came to me, for a possible funny Eerie Photograph. So I tried this one, with the hopes that it came out showing behind me in the kitchen, outside and the fog and heavy rain with me waving in between.
Easy for me to recognise the features in it, but anyone not knowing the layout would have difficulty in seeing it, I think.
Never mind, I did me bestest. I tried to get it more precise using Photopaint and CorelDraw, but it didn’t work, so I kept the original one. I’ll post it the TFZ site later.
Making another mug of tea, and I dropped the wet tea bag on the floor. Bear it up, and getting back up again proved a more difficult and hazardous exercise than I needed at this time. Still, persistence paid off, and I did get back upright again… eventually.
I did consider pressing the Wrist-Alert-Alarm but am glad I didn’t.
Finished the Friday post and started to update this one to here.
WordPress Reading next.
Did some graphic tops for upcoming Inchcock Todays.
1155hrs: Made another mug of tea and back onto Coreldraw, doing TFZer graphic work preperationing.
0315hrs: Got the nosh ready.
Potato Farls topped with cheddar cheese, mash with cheese and Balsamic vinegar, tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, pickled egg, mini caramelised pork pie followed by a Lemon Fool dessert. I ate nearly all of it, with difficulty due to the poorly teeth.
Health Checks, medications and Clementine Juice.
Nodded and woke for hours, before eventually almost springing awake at the noise of fireworks close-by.
Got the light on, the TV was still on, signs of nocturnal nibbling scattered around, unreadable scribble on the notepad about a dream. Stomach rumbling.
So I got up and stood for ages at the kitchen window with the camera trying to get a decent photographicalisation of the pyrotechnics.
Many times after waiting for them to shoot skywards, I’d click the button, but by the time the camera took the shot, they had died off.
In the early hours of the morning, I tried to get to sleep again.
I gave up around 0230hrs, dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and went to make a mug of tea.
0145hrs: Woke, pandiculated gently and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner. And off for a wee-wee. The grey-cells were seemingly operational.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks. Then took the medications. W 14.95 St
Cleaned the pots I’d left soaking in the bowl from last night.
The computer on and started to finish Monday’s Diary and posted it off.
Off for another wee-wee. Little Inchy’s Lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were both doing well and no bleeding at all. Duodenal Donald was beginning to show signs of giving me some hassle, though.
Back to the computer, and had to revisit the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Things in this department were a little reluctant. I got carried away reading the Lenigrad State of Seige book as I waited for the evacuation to start. A fascinating chapter or two held my attention.
Back to the computerisationing and did the top graphic for this diary. Took a while, but I enjoyed doing it. Got it done at 0440hrs. Started this record of the day, up to here, then got yesterday’s onto Emails then WordPress Reading.
Facebooking next.
Time for the ablutions soon. Off I trotted (well, limped) to the wet room.
Teggies cleaned painfully. Had a delicate shower. Dried off and the medicalisationing started. Little Inchy’s Lesion Cortisoid cream carefully applied. Harold’s Haemorrhoids ‘H’ creamed, Olive oil in the ear-holes. The boil antisepticised. Arthur Itis affected areas and wrists pain gelled. The battle to get the socks on, accompanied with many Ohhs, Arghs and Eeurks, was eventually won. Checked I’d turned off the wall heater, not left any taps running, I’d turned off the water heater power and the light. Hard work all this keeping clean when you’re getting on a bit. Hehe!
Got the things ready for the trip to Arnold. Turned on the Crock-Pot potatoes. Checked taps, lights, plugs, had I got my hearing aids in, had I got the right spectacles on, bus pass and the card with me? All seemed good. So I sort out to the bus stop.
Only the one lift was working again. Daisy and hubby, then Welsh William got in on the way down. Lots of pointless banter flew back and forth, with the odd sarcastic laughs.
To the bus stop, and I wondered if the place had been evacuated and no one had told me, there were so many residents waiting.
Arrived in Arnold and the plan was; Into Asda to get the Stilton biscuits, milk and nibbles for the staff and residents, then back to the bus stop in time to catch the L9 bus back home. I had around 30 minutes to get this done. Of course, muggings here got sidetracked when I could not find the Stilton Biscuits and soon realised I’d ran out of time as I wandered around looking for substitutes. I ended up getting, Lemon disinfectant, bread thins, various nibbles, TV magazine for next week, crisps and biscuits. The bag was not heavy, but full.
So, I missed the bus, I had an hour to kill. I decided to take a stroll around the Front Street shops. Fatal for the bank balance and back-pain this was. Hehe!)
I nipped along and over the road and called into the Fulton Foods Store. I came out with a giant box of 240 Yorkshire tea bags, a substantial bottle of Sterilised milk at 69p, Chocolate Peanuts x2 £2, and Digestive Creams 3 for £1. Took the spare-bag out and split the things bought between them to balance the weight.
Wobbling a bit now with the bags, I limped along to the Iceland Store and had a perusal for some sliced Sourdough bread they used to sell. I didn’t find any but still came out with marshmallows, jelly babies and a bag of four large potatoes. Tsk!
Suddenly thought to check the time, and I had about 8 minutes to get to the bus stop, which was by now a reasonable distance away. Not wanting to miss another bus, I pressed myself painfully as fast as I could with the heavy bags to get to the bus stop. Within a minute or even less, the ailments let me know their displeasure at this sudden rushing about. Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald all kicked off. I arrived at the bus stop but wasn’t in good condition physically. Two minutes to spare before the bus came.
Daisy and hubby were there, and they said I didn’t look very well. We got onto the bus and when it arrived in Sherwood, Glenda, Welsh Bill, Roy and Matilda got on. Many laughs and comments of mirth were shared. Welsh Bill sat next to me and told me I looked very pale. That cheered me up. Haha! We had a laugh,
All off at the Winwood Flats, and they left me lagging behind again and made their way to the block. By the time I caught up, I was sure they would all have been long gone up the lift to their homes. But Daisy and her hubby were in the lift lobby. Only one lift was working still, and they could not get in the first one they said. We piled in when the lift eventually arrived. On the 3rd floor, it stopped, and two workmen with a trolley full of equipment wanted to get on, but obviously, there was no room for them. Then on the 5th floor, three workmen this time wanting access, but we denied them, with their whatever it was generator-like looking machine. The elevator stopped on the 6th floor, but nobody was there?
It transpires that the workmen are doing flats heating system, not by floor, but randomly and will naturally be using the elevators, or should I say elevator all day long.
Daisy and hubby got off at the 8th storey, and I got into my home on the 12th, feeling weary, drained and pained.
I was beyond doing anything productive then. Put the purchases way, checked on Little Inchy, Harold Haemorrhoids and had a wee-wee. Took the medications and did the Health-Checks.
I’d forgotten all about the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and made some oven chips to have with the nosh.
As tired and unwell as I felt, this meal went down well. I’m learning how to cook the chips, so they come out softer for the teeth nowadays.
Washed the pots and got settled in the chair to watch some TV… drifted off nd woke up at gone midnight. Knowing I had been dreaming, but not the foggiest idea what about.
Woke and up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner at 0130hrs.
Health Checks, medications were taken and off to the Porcelain Throne. Settled and got the book to read, but no time this morning. The evacuation was a lightning fast sanguinary discharge. The blood splatter was widespread and needed a lot of cleaning up. During which, a little Accifauxpa, as I bent down to clean the floor, the head came into contact with the corner of the cabinet, and the porcelain. Above the nose and on top of the dome. Haemorrhoid Harold was in full-flow, bless him.
I think I said “Oh, fancy that!” or something close. Hehe!
Good job this happened before I got myself dressed.
The head aching a bit, and the innards now growling and rumbling, I felt a little poorly and off-colour, suddenly. Then Roger Reflux started sticking and causing me some bother too. Oh dear, something coming I’m not going to like, I can tell!
I got the computer on and got the average readings for the Health Checks calculated on Excel for last week. Apart from the weight, I think it looks alright.
I checked that I had altered all of the clocks belatedly last night, to make sure I’d done them correctly and missed any. Travel clocks in Wet Room, Kitchen and next to the computer (Keep it there to use as an alarm), and the big Pound Shop one on top of the electric fire that I cannot afford to use. Hehehe!
Checked that the Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) International Normalized Ratio (INR) Warfarin (Coumadin) Blood Test, (A mouthful innit, when you use the complete name), the appointment was for 100hrs today. Got the nibbles ready in the bag and made sure I had the Record Card in the coat pocket to take with me.
Agoraphobia overcomes me at times. (Not a fear of heights but, the abnormal fear of expecting or experiencing an awkward or embarrassing situation from which I cannot find an escape). The mess I’m in. With trying to get the INR level in range, get proof and take it to the dentist. Who will not do anything with the teeth, unless they have this evidence of the reading? And this has to be provided within 48hrs of the said INR test being taken. Then I have to get to the dentist and beg them to fit me in! Total failure on this for eight weeks nearly now and the toothache is not getting any better. The Doctor is not letting me know the results in time… Oh I’m fed-up!
Off for a wee-wee, and spotted some blood I’d missed that had splattered onto the shower curtain. How the haemoglobin travelled that far I’ve not got the slightest idea? Cleaned it up and antisepticised it. Checked the rear end for any further leakages, only the tiniest few spots were found. Good that! Cleansed everything and applied some fresh ‘H’ Cream.
My lack of confidence was becoming lacker! Hehehe!
Finished off yesterday’s sad diary and got it posted.
Did some WordPress reading and comment replies.
Went for a wee-wee. Made another mug of tea and checked up on Haemorrhoid Harold’s condition; All fine, no bleeding at all now, sore mind.
Went on CorelDraw. Did a political funny about MPs and Hell’s Gates, to use on a later diary and posted it to my Pinterest Political Funnies Gallery.
Went onto Facebook.
Ablutions tended to. A jolly good session had. Shaved meticulously with only two cuts. Back-brush and loofa utilised. Freshened up with Brute and citrus deodorant. (I fully anticipate being lunged after by the ladies desperate for my body when I get out [Surprisingly this did not happen? Hehe!])
Sorted-out and took the refuse sacks to the chute.
I got everything needed. Well, I thought I had. Out and down the lift, met a new tenant lady and thought how quietly spoken she was. Then realised I had gone out without putting in the hearing aids. Tsk! So back up in the lift and collected them, and down again. As I got out of the elevator, Deana was talking to the new lady. I told her I had some nibbles for her and Obergefreiteress Julie and would lave them in the fridge in the hut for them.
Hobbled out and down to the hut with Daisy. Who didn’t look too good to me? Made a few funnies to try and cheer her up. Into the shed and left the fish and nibbles for the Wardens.
A quick chat with Doreen and Thundergob as I went out of the end door.
Welsh Bill, Daisy and a few others were at the bus stop as I passed them. Quick laugh, and onwards I trudged.
Down Winchester Street Hill and through the sideroads to Mansfield Road.
Some Nottingham Street Art on the pavement. Looked almost new some of the gear?
Left up Mansfield Road towards Carrington and the surgery. Over the crest and down. Do you know, I didn’t see a single Nottingham Pavement Cyclist? Never been known before! Hehe!
Got to the surgery car park, and had to wait a while for a motorist going in and a car going out had to manoeuvre a bit. Still, no rush, the appointment was for 1000hrs I thought. When I got in and reported to the Oberleutnant Receptionist, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.
I got really disconcerted when the lady came to me and told me my appointment was for 1050hrs. (How I made that cock-up, I didn’t know). She informed me the clocks should have gone back at the weekend by an hour. Anyway, she was very nice about it, and I told her I’d wait. She said the nurse might see me earlier if she gets the time. I thanked her and got on with a mammoth session on the crosswords, and even did rather well at them for once.
Half-an-hour or so later, a beautiful thing happened, a wondrous thing! A voice from the nurse, close my left ear-hole spoke to call me in – It was Nurse Nichole. I could have cried with joy. At last, I got to see her.
There was something, quoted by Photographer and Wordsmith Tim Price that I intended to tell her, but the brain and excitement of seeing her blocked it out, and I could not remember. Huh and Tsk!
She soon had the blood taken and was patient with me telling her about the ‘Blanks’ I’d been having. Told whatever I do if this happens again, I must see the Doctor. I also told her of my not being given the INR results in time for me to get to the dentist to beg for an appointment. I gave the nibbles for her and the others and departed.
Leaving the car park, I had to wait for an old couple to get into their taxi, and held the door for the lady, closing it when she was safely in and buckled her up.
Hobbled down to the Insult Store… sorry, Lidl Store and had a walk around.
Got one of the two things I’d gone in for (I forgot the milk, Humph!), and twelve items I didn’t need. Found some Balsamic Sauce. Some Texan and Hickory Maple Syrup Cooking Sauce and other not needed fodder.
Caught a bus into Sherwood. As I got off, I saw the L9 bus across the road pulling away. I thought at the time, and guilty so; If I hadn’t stopped to help the old couple in the car park at the surgery, I could’ve caught that bus up to the flats instead of having to walk up! Naughty Inchcock!
I crossed over the road and up over and down the hill to the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance. I’m so glad I did now.
Not many dogs were walking their owners this afternoon. But the lady with the two astonishingly friendly old whippets turned up as I was photographing the poor trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They seemed to recognise from the last time and appeared glad to see me as I was them. A bit of fuss for a minute or so, that made me feel good and happy. Funny innit?
Cheered me so much, I decided to have a walk down the gravel hill and through m beloved Tree Copse while there was still some greenery on the sparsely leaved trees.
The Pictorial Record of the Hobble Down Through the Copse.
I had to take care not to slip on the leaves or trip on the branches coming up through the ground, but did okay, coming out at the Meadow at the bottom, near the flats, and in amazingly high spirits too.
I’d seen and conversed with Nurse Nichole, actually been of use in helping others, hobbled without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, met the glorious whippets and had a fuss with them, and taken a slow, careful stumble through perhaps, to me anyway, the most beautiful Copse in Nottingham. Life seemed good suddenly. But it was not to last, I’m afraid.
Up out of the Meadow I went, and back down to the apartments.
I dawned on me that I had not seen any birds of any type since entering the thicket. This I was a sure sign… no idea what sign.
Haha!
As I neared the building, I could sense (The EQ you know) that something was going to knock me back into depression again.
No workmen in the protective tent at the moment.
Got to the lifts (Elevators for my American friends), Number One was again out of action. The other one was on the twelfth floor as I pressed the call button. (Where it stayed for what seemed a lifetime to me) The need for a wee-wee growing ever more urgent as I waited for the cage.
And waited, and waited. Not sure how long it was before it started to come down, but I was on the verge of having to walk up the stairs, and the holding of the water was doing me and my innards no favours.
When it did arrive, Jenny and Frank were struggling out with a dirty great fridge freezer. They were taking it to the other block of flats. Bless the Jenny and Frank, always helping others. In my condition, I could not help them and felt incompetent at this. But the warm wet feeling was already showing itself from the lower regions, and the embarrassment was total!
I got to the wet room in the flat as soon as I physically could, feeling confident I had involuntarily passed some wee. I soo found out that I hadn’t, but had moved some blood. Yes, the damned fungal-lesion had opened again! Got things cleaned and the Betamethasone Corticosteroid Cream applied.
I’d spotted some American medication for people on Warfarin on the net earlier. Sounds just the ticket for me.
I must remember to ask Nurse Nichole or Doctor Vindla if anything similar is available on the NHS for me try out.
Things appeared okay after half an hour or so, but I shall be ever watchful.
The noise from the workmen, drilling and knocking was driving me mad, hours and hours it went on. Of course, it can’t be helped, the jobs have to be done.
Got the nosh cooking, then updated this diary.
Baked beans, Vegetarian and battered Chip-Shop Sausages and the horrid Anya Potatoes for din-dins. Lemon Dessert to follow. I left most of it. Not that it was any worse than my meals of late, it’s just that the appetite seemed to disappear as I ate?
The loose and painful incisor teeth suffered.
Put the pots in to soak in the bowl and had a wee-wee, then checked out Little Inchies lesion, no bleeding. Added a blob more of the cream.
A headache began, but I was confident it had been the earlier droning, drilling and knocking noises from the builder lads that had caused it. So I wasn’t worried. Dare not take any extra pain-killers with whatever drugs are in the various creams I’m using.
Talk about beautiful, after the fantastic walk in the Copse, now the evening sky cheered me up a bit as well.
I took a few more similar photographs of this scene and saved them to use later in the TFZer graphicalisations.
Today had definitely been one of the ups and downs, extremes. Highlights and lowlights.
Got the TV on and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Fell asleep and dreamt of being in a vast artist studio with ubiquitous clay models easels, paintings spread all around. I was not the artist, I sensed that much. Spike Milligan’s head was on the wall, he was whistling while I was being told off in no uncertain terms by two ladies wearing Victorian-like clothing? That’s all I found on my scribbled note about this dream.
Stayed awake to watch a bit of TV in between nod-offs, for a good while. Pointless of course.
The last thing I recall was Reflux Roger giving me some gip, and I took a swig of the medicine on the side Ottoman and spilt some down my dressing gown.
0215hrs: Woke in a surprisingly good state of spirit and with only Duodenal Donald giving me any real bother. All the other ailments were apparently taking a hiatus?
I even got out of the now working correctly again £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, didn’t stub any toes, couldn’t see any signs of nocturnal-nibbling either. I had no appetency for fodder or even a mug of tea. Very odd that?
Gathered the washing bag and accoutrements and set off down to the laundry room.
As I left the lift, a new poster from Jenny was on the board.
Took this photographicalisation of it.
Went to foyer doors and then took this photograph of the workmen’s area.
No idea what they are doing in there.
When I got into the launderette room, I was mildly surprised to see someone had beaten me to the better washing machine. (You can’t win them all. Haha!)
Then I very nearly had an Accifauxpa as I slipped on the gungy liquid on the floor under the washing machine in use. No problem, I didn’t go over or bang myself, it was lucky the casing was there to grab onto. No injuries incurred at all. I set about mopping up the liquid with the paper towels I take down with me to clean up along with the spilt soap powder afterwards. Bit of a job to get back upright.
Got the gear into the first machine, which I had not used for a year or more and worked out how to start it. Sad innit? Hehe!
Back up to the flat and started to sort out the week’s medication pots. What a pickle I got myself into. Whoopsiedangleplop Time! Halfway through I discovered I had put the wrong medications in the wrong containers (Day – Midday – Evening) and started resorting them, but ran out of time and had to go back down to move the washing into the dryer.
0245hrs: Finished the tablet pots at last. Visited the Porcelain Throne, another good session, no bleeding at all. With all this feeling good lark I began to wonder if I had actually woke up or was I still dreaming a dream?
Took the morning medications with an extra painkiller to counter Duodenal Donald and a good few extra gulps of the antacid medicine, but it is not very good, better than nothing though. I remember when the Doctor, many years ago, prescribed me Aludrox SA medicine for the ulcer. Boy it was good, really efficient and pain relieving – then it went off the NHS list of Drugs available. I asked the Chemist if it was possible for me to buy the medicine myself. He informed me that it is now available only in Germany, but he would find out for me. A week or so later I called in to collect my monthly prescriptions, and he told me he could order some, but it would be £119 a bottle! And that was donkeys-years ago. So, you see why I make do with the lesser advantageous stuff now. Tsk!
0350hrs: Down and collected the cleaned and dried clobber. Cleaned the filters, wiped around and back to the flat.
Put the clothes away, made a mug of tea, passed some wind and got the computer on.
Started this diary off up to here, and then did some WordPress Reading.
Got on with finishing yesterday’s diary.
WordPressing and the onto Facebooking.
Two hours later, I made another brew, had a wee-wee and took this picture.
I just can’t seem to master these out of the window night shots. Tsk!
I spent several hours doing some graphics prep work for use late. Then another hour or so getting diary posts done in advance.
I’d love to know what the bloke upstairs is doing with all the noise emanating from his flat.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang me back later. Had a nattering session.
Got the nosh prepared and settled to eat it.
I think I’ll just have a tin of beans and vegetable sausage next time.
This was a disaster of a nosh. The usually nice mackerel sweet-cured strips were rock hard and caused a great deal of tooth pain, the tomatoes bitter, and the battered fish came out very runny inside. The apple, potatoes and baked sheet of cheese were okay, although, I had to soak the cheese to avoid that giving the teggies bother. All-in-all, one of the worst meals for a time. I wondered if it was just me? My EQ tells me something not nice is coming medically, so maybe the taste buds were in turmoil for some reason?
I found later I’d missed the evening HC and medications. So I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and tended to them.
Started to watch a war film (Channel 31), fell asleep, woke and a Horror film with Peter Cushion was on, nodded-off again with an American Ghost film on when I woke (Horror Channel). I can’t recall changing channels.
I looked at the schedule and realised I had not put the clocks back for winter. Huh! So I did.
Sleep came again and for once a good long one, over three hours uninterrupted.
0205hrs: Woke and started to pandiculate in a slow, calm manner. But Anne Gyna started off despite the care I thought I’d taken. Only Hernia Harry joined her in giving me grief, though. So things were looking good enough for me. I actually felt quite salubrious, but this was before I tackled the evacuation of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. Somehow or other I managed to let my supporting limb slip off of the arm of the chair and onto the phone charger on the Ottoman, thus cutting my hand on the edge of the plug thingy, in the purlicue, Tsk! And I thought seconds earlier how good things were looking. It didn’t bleed much though. Into the kitchen and wiped it up.
Carried out the health checks, afraid the weight has gone up again.
Also, I felt a right Schmuck for ringing the NHS Helpline on Wednesday about the increased Sys and Dia readings, there are now back to normal. Just as well they did not ring me back anyway. Huh!
Makes me feel Floccinaucinihilipilification (Looked that one up, Hehe!) for myself. Considering my insecurity and diffidence more lately. The futility of my efforts to get some help or guidance lowers my esteem as well.
Still, along came a demand for the Porcelain Throne and I forgot all about it. Had an excellent session once again. So then I perked up a bit – mad innit?
Back to the kitchen and took this photograph out of the window. IT came out horrible, and I can’t understand why in the viewer it looked so much more clear and distinct.
Felt a bit down again then.
I thought I would pan and start prepping the meal for later. Cut up and seasoned the belly pork I got from Aldi yesterday, into the crock-pot. Used some Light Soy sauce in the water and added some onions to it. Put the baked beans in a saucepan and small potatoes in one too. A splash of balsamic vinegar in both pans. LAter I chopped up some tomatoes and added them to the beans.
The chap from above started his knocking about again.
I got on the computer and finished off yesterdays Inchcock Today. I had a lot of Emails, so I went through them.
Then onto WordPress Reading.
Out of time to do any Facebooking or graphics. Had to rush and get the ablutions done in time (I hope) to catch the bus.
All went well, and I was on my way to the bus stop in plenty of time.
As I poddled down Chestnut Walk, this lorry was backing out of the building compound. This was one of the smaller trucks and shows the difficulties they have in getting into and out of the delivery area. They have to drive to the far end, behind where I was, to get to the only space big enough to turn around in and back up the Way to escape the place. How those dirty-great Ready-Mix Cement lorries get in and out bellies believe.
Resident May, was at the stop when I got there. Gave her a nibble-bar and we were soon joined by a few more folks. A chinwag was interrupted when the bus arrived. I caught the L9 outbound along with eleven other tenants, all of the others dropped off in Sherwood, and I carried on to Daybrook to alight and go into the Sainsbury Store.
Where an embarrassing incident took place. I was trying to get done quickly and only needed Smoked Fish, Surimi, Dessert and potatoes. I thought I might catch the next bus back to the flats if I was quick enough.
Luckily the store was not very busy.
Straight to the fish counter and they only had two pieces of smoked Cod Loin, and I asked for the larger of the two. I distracted myself by asking the lady how long I should cook the slightly thick tasty looking lump of fish. Then to the prepared fish counter and got two packets of Royal Surimi, then the veg section and got some small potatoes, one of them being expensive only available at Sainsbury’s, Anya variety. On to the fridges and got some Lemon Meringue Mousse desserts. All done in no time it seemed and off to the checkout.
When the bloke asked me for £17.54, it shook me a bit, but I had not the time to investigate then, as I had to rush off to the bus stop.
Got the bus in time and settled to have a look at the receipt. That piece of fish had cost me £10.14! Tsk!
When the bus got into Sherwood, many other tenants got on, and we had a bit of a laugh going up the hill to the apartments. George, May and I started to walk to the block after a few words were exchanged with some tenants getting on the bus.
I lagged behind again, and they were off ahead. But waiting for the lift had delayed them, and I caught up as they both were getting into one.
Got in and put the food away. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, had a wee-wee and got the kettle on as I got the fodder cooking.
The belly pork looked right, well all of it did as I got it served up in the bowl. But it didn’t taste like I had hoped it would, although I#ve had many worse efforts. The pork was the worst tasting thing on the plate. Cooked soft as I had expected, but tasteless.
I got the pots washed up and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD on to watch.
Around 2000hrs, I fell asleep and had a dream, a long time since I recall having a nightmare. I was back on the water, the steaming water in the fog, dirty water. Not a wooden one this time, but a coracle; that leaked continuously but did not sink. Mist all around. Faces, people would appear through the haze now and then, glide over to the boat and stick a hypodermic needle into it, no aggression was shown, they smiled as they stabbed… Oddly, I felt I knew each one of visiting spirits despite my not recognising the faces. I think I dived out of the boat for some logical-at-the-time reason? Despite my fear of deep water and inability to swim. Hey-ho!
I’m so glad I had scribbled the notes of the dream in much better than regular hand-writing because I can remember nothing of it now. Well, apart from the water and fog.
Woke 0000hrs and must have made the notes, because they are here on the pad?
0201hrs: I woke feeling so much betterer than last night. A different person. Proof sure, that the getting a decent few hours uninterrupted sleep in can do help.
I got the washing sorted and was soon going down in the lift to do the cleaning session.
0220hrs: Back to the flat. Lift One had gone down again.
0248hrs: Down to move the things from washer to dryer.
0258hrs: Up and made a brew, did the morning Health Checks.
Took the medications.
Started the computer and got carried away with updating yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Graphics and photographs sorted and I was doing well. Then I realised the time, as I started to scan over the Emails.
0540hrs: Whoopsiedangleplop there! Shot down, lift number one now working? Extracted the clothes and folded them into the bag. Cleaned the filter and casings. While I was doing this, I had a mini-Accifauxpa as the cloth slipped and I caught the knuckles on a sharp edge of the machine. Hey-ho!
Back in the flat, the lighting seemed to have gone all greenish? Earlier when I photographed the HC machine, it was kind of yellowish?
Beats me.
Got the clobber put away. As I went to make another cuppa, I spilt the milk on the floor.
So I had a good sweep and mopped up session. Took this photograph and the hue in the room came out a different one this time?
I wonder if it is the camera or something I’m doing wrong with it? The colouring on the few pictures I’ve taken this morning are all different? I can’t work out what’s happening.
Got back on the computer, and a reminder of the Morrison Delivery being due shortly came up. I thought I’d ordered it for delivery on Wednesday as usual, but no.
Got the diary posted off at last.
0725hrs: Then onto WordPress Reader.
The Morrison order arrived.
Stored the stuff away. I had ordered 2 x 8 (240g) Birds Eye Fish Fingers on offer from £1.39 down to £1.
They substituted them with Two Birds Eye Fish Bites (350g) @ £4-04. And I had to take them out of the boxes to get them to fit into the freezer and stuff them into an open packet of chips (fries) and jiggle them about to get the drawer to go back in. Grumph!
Comestibles and nutrients were plentiful to keep me going, anyway.
Began on this dairy again.
Then onto Facebooking.
Made a fresh mug of tea.
The outlook from the window was bleak?
Back to Facebook. Had to save then restart everything because the computer had gone very slow.
Still not up to speed.
The doctor’s surgery sent me the INR reading, at last, it’s on 4 – which, had it arrived with the first Email, would have given me time to get to the dentist and try to get the teeth done.
But too late now. Grumph!
Got on with the TFZer graphicalisationing.
I’m putting some of the TFZers in scenes come photos I have taken of Nottingham.
These ones are from the Papplewick Pumping Station I went to, thanks to BJ, last Saturday.
Took me a few hours to get them done mind, but I did enjoy doing them. No Dizzy Dennis visits either.
The boiler room picture I added two of the TFZer lads.
The original picture ! was quite pleased with, this on with the added personalities I took to and thought one of my better efforts of recent times.
The old Austin Ambulance shot I took near the coal supply depot, and blacksmiths forge place.
Three TFZer gals were added. One in the driver’s seat, and two others in front of the vehicle in nurses uniforms.
I really hope they like them.
Started to try and sort out why the MS account would not let me access the Word or Excel upgrade without having to go through a selection process that always ends up with them offering me to pay again to get into the extra things, that I still have no idea, are?
As I stumbled around, trying to avoid clicking and paying again. Eventually, I got Access, at least I think I have. I’ll find out I suppose next time I open Word?e
The doorbell burst into chime, and the young man, Ryan from the Nottingham City Homes arrived.
He set up the Slarm strobe and Pillow Alert (Shaker) in short time.
More electrical cables to worry about now, and less free sockets, but no complaints, he did a good quick job.
Tested they were all working.
He cleverly got the Pillow Alert under part of the £300 second-hand recliner backdrop cushion. Tested it so he knew I could feel it when it shook. I hope it doesn’t affect the metal ticker, though, should it go off?
Got the nosh ready.
Luckily toothache-wise, the Cox’s apples were soft fleshed.
I struggled to chew the cheesy potatoes a bit.
Overall a rating of 9/10.
Drained once more, I got the pots washed and down into the recliner and watched an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey on DVD, then I feasted watching TV favourites, London is Burning, Pie in the Sky and part of Hetty Wainthrope investigates, before drifting off into some much-needed sleep.
0150hrs: Woke feeling a lot better than last night. Even the brain engaged within seconds, I told myself to get the laundry room duties done first thing.
The Porcelain Throne beckoned me at that time, and off I stumbled, out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, a wibbly-wobbly walk that annoyed Hilda Hips a bit and off to the wet room. I spent a while digesting the writings of the Leningrad book, while the painful evacuation session decided if it was to be a success or a mid-way blockage! The raw pain accompanying the movement made me think that perhaps a submarine torpedo was on its way out! Cor Blimey, what a gut-wrenching, excruciating haemorrhoid tearing session that was! Surprisingly, there was minimal bleeding, though.
I put the empty sauce bottles on top of the washing bag and went to set off down to the Laundry Room.
The INR DVT results had been delivered, must have arrived yesterday while I was incapacitated with depression and the Dennis Dizzies. Too late for me to have got to the dentist to beg an appointment, but it was also low a result anyway. The Sherrington Medical Practise have failed again to Email me with the results and readings. So, too late now to get in I think, so I’ll go to the City Hospital Haematology for the test next week. I’m getting fed-up to the back teeth (Pun intended) with trying to get my toothache seen to. It must be five or six weeks now. I might have stood a chance if the reading was correct within range and the receptionists at the surgery had informed me in time… and the dentist could fit me in. No one seems interested at the doctors nowadays. I had to stop myself thinking of this problem, it’s doing my health no benefit at all.
0245hrs: In the lift number one, and noticed that the new Wachelino Alien Blob had spread out a bit.
I think this one might have come from a different planet than the first one, cause she is definitely developing differently to the first one. Hehe!
Got the washing into the machine and nipped outside in the misty morning darkness.
The leviathan-sized advertising boards were showing what the new build will eventually look like shone out in the light from the foyer doors. Enough to allow me to take a decentish photograph of it on my way to the recycling bin. I noticed that someone had already added some graffiti to it. Huh!
I added my two empty sauce bottles to the Scottish Whisky, Irish Whiskey, London Gin, Brandy, Champagne, Wine, Tequila, Vodka, even an Absynthe one and other various alcoholic concoctions the residents had put there earlier.
0305hrs: Back up to the mini-apartment. Did the Health Checks and took the medications. I think the low Sys and Dia is a good thing? Sys 138 Dia 73 Pulse 76 Temp 33.7c.
Sorted out the photographs and made a start on this diary.
0349hrs: Down and moved the gear from the washer to dryer. I wondered if whoever left the bedhead in the lift area are aware of the Nottingham City Homes letters of warning we have all received?
Sadly, another of us old folk have gone again. A lady tenant from Winchester Court. I did not recognise the name but bet I knew her to speak to. This lowered my spirits just a bit for a few moments. I know it can’t be avoided or helped.
Saw the list for the nosh in Arnold that Jenny arranges for us. With the dentist/Warfarin level farce, I daren’t add my name until I know the teeth have been sorted. Then again, the way that things are going, I’ll never get the teeth done. Hehe!
Back up the lift and made another brew of tea.
Opened the window and took this photo of the characteristical winter weather. The eerie light mists. There seemed a deceptive warmth in the atmosphere. (Is that the right word?)
Updated this diary again.
0344hrs: Down to collect the washing and clean up the laundry room. Wiped the surfaces, cleaned the filters and folded the clothes and into the bag.
I did wonder who’d left the lollipop there, on the window ledge?
0415hrs: Up to the flat a last time from the washing room. Got the clothes stored away and refilled the washing bottles for next session.
Worked on this post up to here, then set about finalising yesterday’s diary.
Caught up with the Emails (None from the surgery, of course, Humph!)
Did some WordPress reading.
I thought it a good idea to soak some of the foul, bitter Lidl tomatoes in some fish sauce to marinate for later.
Now, I have two tips for anyone doing this:
Do not use White Wine Sauce in mistake for Fish Sauce.
If you must cut your finger, try not to do it down the edge of your fingernail.
Nuff said! Tsk!
After the Tenants Social Hour, I intend to go to Arnold and get some milk, fish and if possible some more Ski Lemon Mousse. Then go to the Doctors Surgery to express my displeasure at being let-down by them again for their not getting the INR reading and next appointment sent to me, not just not in time for me to inform the dentist and try to get a booking with them, but not supplying either to me at all. Swines!
Ablutions tended to with a good long shower and scrub up, close-shave and medicationalisationing of the required areas of the overweight blobby body and Phorpained the joints. I was still feeling so much better than last night.
Set off to the Windwood Social Hour.
I managed to catch up and overtake the two gals in this picture on the left, Dooren and Mabel, and opened the door and held it that position for them to enter. Bill (William on Sundays) just entering the hut in the distance.
BJ had not attended, he was poorly. I’ll ring him later see if he’s alright.
I gave the new tomatoes to Jenny to use. Had a chinwag with her.
Handed out the nibbles on each table and managed to get some little nattering sessions in, that cheered me up a little. Bought two raffle ticket strips and gave one away to each table.
Had a peep out at the bus stop and the rain was pouring down.
I sat with Bill (William on Sunday’s), Snotty Nose and we were joined by 93-year-old Polish Eddy when he arrived, he was looking in good form today.
I said my farewells and left early in plenty of time to catch the L9 bus into Bestwood at the stop outside of the shed.
Ten or so other tenants joined me, and the City bound bus arrived. It departed just leaving two of us to catch the outward bound one, that was due at the same time of 1030hrs. We waited and waited and a chap from the Winchester Flats, the gambling addict, nice chap, joined us. At 1045hrs, still no bus, they both started to walk down the hill leaving me all alone under my umbrella fruitlessly waiting for the bus that never arrived.
Despondent now, and with wet trouser legs, I hobbled back to the apartment, getting wetter by the minute. Humph and Gumph!
So, downhearted, downcast, depressed, unhappy, miserable, sorrowful, dejected, dispirited, discouraged, despondent, dismayed and crestfallen. Chagrined, disenchanted, disillusioned, pissed-off, displeased. Discontented, dissatisfied, frustrated, shirty, disgruntled, miffed. Luckless, suicidal tendencies lingering, hapless, ill-starred, ill-fated, irritated, gutted, narked, as sick as a parrot, vexed, close to nocent, frustrated and cold and wet, there will be no doctors visitation for me today – again, through no fault of my own! Grrr! So, a marathon walk to the City Hospital for my blood test next Tuesday, or, two buses either way to the QMC. And I have the Nottingham City Homes man, Ryan calling to see me in the afternoon about the strobe alarm. Tsk!
Got back to the flat and got the umbrella drying, took the wet trousers off and a wee-wee that I thought would never end?
Got the computer on. A weather warning for Nottingham on the BBC site. 0700hrs to 2200hrs, fog and rain!
Made a small brew of tea and got updating this diary.
Got the chips in the oven and added the beef patsies after 12 minutes, in the hope that they would both be ready at the same time. Set the timer for another 20 minutes and carried on with the updating, to here.
Checked Facebook.
The innards have begun to rumble and grumble again now, I’ve been free of this ailment for weeks gone. But it’s back. Tsk!
Got the meal sorted.
Got the chips done a lot softer today, so they were not so painful for the poor teeth to masticate.
Fell asleep for an hour or so, that was nice.
Went to do the Health Checks, take the medications and get the pots in the bowl to soak.
My, how the weather had altered in such a short time, back to the rain now, the fog departing, just a bit of mist in the distance left, now.
I settled to read the Lenigrad book, resuming on page 67. I can’t recall getting any further, still open at the same page when I woke up.
0120hrs: Woke with a jump, start and rude awakening. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and onto the computer to do up a graphic and added it to yesterday’s diary.
Things in the ailments department were so good this morning. I had no bother with the new wrist pains, Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, Dizzy Dennis and Reflux Valve Roger were all kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and Toothache Timothy were giving me a bit of hassle, pain-wise.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, a decent session this time, and minimal bleeding from Harold, even the rear-end stinging was far less than of recent.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Things looked okay, apart from the weight I’m afraid.
That seems determined to go up daily lately, Tsk!
The pulse has gone down this week up to now. If that is good or bad, I’m not sure, okay I think? I’ll check on the web later.
After I’d taken the medications, I realised how early it was in the day. Humph!
I got the Tuesday dairy done and posted, then went onto WordPress Reading and Email checking.
Oh, just noticed the reminder note on the TV screen.
Morrison delivery this morning, 0730>0830hrs. Also, the pink note that Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana had kindly supplied me with, to prompt me about the man (Ryan) from the Nottingham City Homes calling next Tuesday afternoon to talk to me about getting a fire-alarm Strobe fitted in the flat. Bless her cotton socks!
I halved some of the bitter-tasting Lidl tomatoes and put them in a dish to marinade in Balsamic Vinegar, in the hope that this will make them eatable by the time I get around to serving them with the smoked fish later on.
Got around to updating this post to here.
I opened the kitchen window to take this photograph.
There was a lot of traffic about considering that it is only 0535hrs.
No signs of any rain, the winds were not too high yet.
But it was very cold out there…
That’s that then, I’ve got the tune in my head now. I’ll be humming and singing it for the day, at least!
I put away all of the paperwork that had gathered and accrued again. All looking neat now in my folders.
Did you notice that my savings account balance at the bank has now gone up to £2.89? Tsk!
Did some more work on preparing top graphics for the coming day’s diaries.
Caught up with Emails again.
Well, I was going to, but the intercom rang out as the Morrison delivery man arrived.
He dolloped the six bags inside the door, collected the used carrier bags and was off like a shot. Well, the lad was running to a tight schedule and only just made it to me on time. Wished him good luck and got on with sorting the groceries out.
Put the cupboard stuff on the counter, the frige and freezer stuff on the window ledge and set about getting them all away.
There was not so much stuff delivered today.
But they till filled the fridge and as for the freezer, I’d definitley overdone it again.
Ended up having to take some stuff out of their boxes and put them inside loose to get them to fit into the drawers. Tsk!
The fresh smoked haddock was smaller, less weight (Unlike me, hehehe!) than last weeks, but still cost the same.
The frozen fish was on offer, this I assume iswhy I bought it when I didn’t really need it, if you see what I mean, like?
Back to the Emails and responded to some comments on WordPress.
Made a mug of tea and updated this diary. The tea went cold and I went to make another one – I was so glad I did, I’d made a Whoopsiedangleplop and left the fridge door open.
I bent down to check on the food in the drawers and…
I had a Dennis Dizzy just as I went down, toppled over and banged Hilda Hippy against the radiator! This has done me no good or favours.
Heck of job getting back up again.
To make things worse, when I got back to the computer, the Virgin Internet Connection was sticking! Turned every thing off and rebooted.
I was now in such pain, Odd Knob upstairs started banging and drilling away again.
Got the meal ready, it looked super but in fact, it was not good at all.
I’d cooked the chips too hard for me to eat without agony from the teeth.
The tomatoes were so bad that after trying the first one I didn’t eat any more of them. The fish tasteless, only the fish sauce encouraged me to eat it.
The garden peas were nice, though.
Health Checks medications taken.
The head spinning a bit still, and Hippy Hilda was active in her stabbing at me. Hehe!
A sad figure, I washed up and got down to watch some TV. Nowt on, so I watched a DVD I’d been meaning to get to viewing for ages now.
Most dissapointed, it was not like I remembered it to be. And, I did not fall asleep once watching it!
Put the TV on and even stayed awake watching the rubbish. The teeth and Hilda Hips were niggling at me for hours and hours.
I gave up any thoughts of even napping. Got up at 0145hrs, took an extra painkiller and did the laundry.
Woke with a start at 0210hrs. Some mild pandiculation and the brain eventually engaged with the body. The innards were beginning to bubble and brew, signs of later happenings in the wet-room indicated.
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’m glad it did, else I may well have forgotten about the Audio Clinic Appointment at 1130hrs this morning.
I opened the curtains and waved at myself in the reflection. This too was good – now I know I am alive. Hehehe! Wandered into the kitchen and did the Health Checks, made a mug of tea and took the medications. Then, a rarity for me, I felt a little hungry. Had a Pot-Noodle.
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?
The wind had died down, and it didn’t appear too cold. I noticed later on the web that rain and showers were expected for Nottingham.
Bet I get a soaking when I get out and about in a while. Huh!
Got yesterdays diary done, then got another two graphicalisations done for the TFZer site, on CorelDraw.
The top one is for Mary, and the lower one is for Joyce.
I slipped myself into the Mary one, and Meritt, Thomas and me in the other one for Joyce.
Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived a little urgently as I was making another brew of tea.
I read a few pages of the Lenigrad book as I painfully waited for the evacuation to begin. The blood flowed freely from Harold’s internal Haemorrhoids. This got me thinking about the dentist. On Tuesday I have to go for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, wait for the results and if they are in range, then go to the dentist and beg for another appointment to get the teeth sorted out. The problems with this are: 1) If the field is too low or high I’ll have to start the whole procedure over again, if in range. 2) Will the Dentist be able to fit me in? Because they will not do any work on me later than 48 hours after the last Deep Vein Thrombosis test! 3) I’m fed-up and depressed. Six weeks now I’ve been trying to get the teeth done. They are getting more and more painful the longer it goes on. No wonder I get confused so easily is it? Poor old thing. Hehe!
Looked at the Chronological needs for the morning, as on the note I wrote. Ablutions 0920hrs, catch bus 1030hrs to town, the appointment at clinic 1130hrs.
So, I did the weeks total for the Health Checks.
Then started on some more work on the next TFZer graphic.
A different one this time. It was for TFZ’s beloved Head-Honcho Sandie, with Clint Eastwood joining her for a picnic with an old American Car advert and plenty of nibbles added for them to have too. Oh, and me sweeping up the Autumn leavesHehe!
No rain as I had expected, just mist and the winds getting ever, so l sightly up a bit.
Carried out the ablutions and made sure the paperwork, record book etc. for the Audio Centre were all in the bag.
Set off to the bus stop. Plenty of folks to talk to there, but only one interested. The lady from the High-Care Home at the end of the road. She was worried about her weight going down, and she may lose her free holiday to Greece and Africa if she has no gained sufficient to please her medical assessors. Did my best to listen and respond in a fashion to try and give her encouragement, bless her. The others seemed a little reluctant to get into any a laughs or chinwags this morning. They each have their own worries, it is essential for me to remember this, and keep on doing my bit of cheering them up.
I got on the bus and got the crossword book out. When we got onto Carlton Road en route to town, it dawned on me that the seat next to me was free, unoccupied, and yet people were still standing? Did my confidence no favours, you know. I wondered if the Citrus Body Spray I use, wasn’t making it? Hehe!
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 legged it down into the City Centre Slab Square.
Where a multitude of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting about between the pedestrians, but on this occasion, they did not threaten me and kept their distances from yours-truly. Thankfully.
I took the shortest route with the least steep hills to walk up to the Audio Centre. Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna (Bad now) and twinging stabbing Arthur Itis, ensured that the trip was a painful one.
I hobbled slowly so as not to get Anne Gyna upset any more than she was.
Arriving near the Centre at the top of the steepest bit of hill, I had to stop and put the bag down for a few moments to regain my composure before going into the grand old building. My hands and fingers were well blotched-up?
As I entered and took my place in the queue at the receptions desk, I spotted the time on the wall clock. I had arrived in good time and had about 25 minutes to spare. The very kind lady at the desk patiently took my details and asked, yes asked me to take a seat. Got the crossword book out and was shortly summoned by a luscious plump young lady audiologist, and led through a maze of corridors to her treatment room. Her thick-thighs in her short tight dress deflected my attention from her words for a while, as she sat there next to me, explaining the procedure and asking questions.
If I had been younger by 50 years or so, things would undoubtedly have throbbed. Gorgeous Audiologist!
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.
Her IT system stopped her doing some part of the test, and she said I’d have to make an appointment for another visit so this part of the test could be completed later. The cards on the back wall in the photo gave prices for the replacement of anything lost or damaged. I’m afraid I didn’t pick-up on everything explained to me because she kept moving her luscious thighs in her tight skirt and pulling it down. Ahem!
She was very patient with me, though. She set-up the pieces so they could both have volume control, which would work by on both ears from using either control-button. Then she set-up the Loop system.
She got me to sign a form Accepting that the hearing aids are the property of Nottingham University Hospital NHS Trust, and I accept that in the event of my damaging or losing the same, I’d pay £2000 for each replacement needed.
I explained about my memory and losing things problems and asked if I could hang onto the old hearing aids, just in case I misplaced the new ones. Initially a blank “No, that can’t be done!” answer was received. After a little more begging, creeping and pestering, the gal conceded and said: “Oh, I shouldn’t, but, alright then!” This cheered me up more than she could have known. Bless and thank her.
She even came with me back to the reception area and asked the lady to set up an appointment for the amendments needed. Monday 20th November 2017 @ 1130hrs.
Off out of the building, still no rain arrived and the promised high winds again absent. (I’m not complaining, though).
I hobbled down the hill, Anne Gyna now calmed again, although Hippy Hilda was not in a good mood.
I took this photographicalisation of the top of Angel Row.
It amazes me how these posh restaurants make it pay. Every time I pass by, the Al-Fresco seats are empty of customers, whatever the weather is like at the time.
Along Upper Parliament Street, more closed-down businesses to be seen.
So sad, and even worrying somewhat, for the future of Nottingham City Centre.
I was fortunate in the timing when I arrived at the bus stop on Queen Street. Ten minutes before the bus was due. It came twenty minutes later.
On the route back, in Mapperley Tops area, I took this effort from the inside the bus. Not a good picture at all, I know. But it looked a little different, so I put it in the diary.
By the short time, it took to get to the flats and off of the bus, it had gone ominously dark.
Entering the apartment, it looked a little eerie in the hallway. Well, I call it a hall, as you can see, it is somewhat higgledy-piggledy and small, but it’s home. Hehe!
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on.
Did the Health Checks, took the medications and made a mug of Thompson’s tasty tea.
Took it into the main room.
The darkness so early in the day, convinced me that rain must have been on the way.
But, none arrived?
Puzzled by this I was. Then again, a lot of things baffle me. Haha!
I sat down and got the paperwork looked at that I’d brought home with me.
I placed them near the computer to be sorted and added to the Google Diary and written one in the morning.then
I felt complete and utterly drained and weary now.
I looked out of the window and noticed how fast the clouds were going across the horizon and took a photo. Minutes later, I made another one. In those few minutes, the smaller clouds had gone altogether, and the hew had changed entirely.
I opened the window to take another picture down below, and boy did the wind shoot in! My Patti Beckert paintings blew off of the fridge, kitchen towels flew across the room, the foil trays scattered around… I hastily shut the window. Boy, was it blowing! And yet all the time I was out and about the winds were light today?
I retrieved Patti’s paintings first. They were the most valuable of all the things blown over to me. Luckily, they were unharmed.
Got the meal cooking, not that it needed much in the way of preparation today.
Because I’d had the Pot-Noodle of brekkies, I consciously made less to eat tonight.
Very tasty all the same. That tiny bit of smoked haddock was nibbled in small pieces to make it last longer and seem more substantial. Haha!
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.
The noise from the winds was getting more and more persistent and louder all the night.
I have to admit to getting a little concerned about it.
Looked out of the window and the old trees were swaying about something awful.
Watching the TV became impossible again, as usual, cause the nodding-offs and waking sequence started again.
The winds stopped me getting to sleep at all, so loud they are!
Woke up with painful pandiculations and convinced it was late morning, around 0600hrs and thought to myself, ‘Well I needed that rest’.
The limbs ached a bit as I unhitched my body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and went to take the medications, rub Phorpain Gel into the joints and make a cup of tea.
As I looked out of the window, it dawned on me there were more lights from traffic, especially blue emergency flashing lights all along Mansfield Road than usual. Saw the clock and it was only 0012hrs!
Early-bird this morning wasn’t I? Tsk!
Took the photos above and nipped to the Porcelain Throne. No movement, 0nly wind again.
Back to the computer and finished off yesterday’s chronicle of Woe. Began this one.
Did some WordPressing.
Checked the Emails.
Did some Facebooking.
Made a start on the graphics for the upcoming Diaries, on CorelDraw. Cost me a good few hours this did. But nice to get in front for a change.
Took a break and made a mug of tea. Taking this photograph out of the window. The winds were still a bit high.
Had a wee-wee.
Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot seasoned with the Polish herbs and added some White Wine Vinegar.
Back to graphicalisationing.
The TFZer one took a few more hours, but I got it nearly just about right now. I’ll post it off and then get the ablutions done ready for my trip out to get some smoked fish.
Ablutions were done, and down in lift number one, checked out the Wachilino Alien Blob and down to the bus stop.
Dropped the sweet & sour meal off on the foyer table en route.
I was first one at the bus stop and sat down on the bench, a rarity for me, but Arthur Itis was playing up already. A large ganglet of residents joined me, and when the bus arrived, by the time I’d got myself up, they had all got onto the bus before me. Hehe! Had a go at the old crossword book en route.
Dropped off the bus early and walked up Glasshouse Street to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street.
Bought garden peas, wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar and some smoked Basa fillets.
While at the checkout, a sudden vicious pain shot through the right wrist. IT felt bone related as opposed to muscle. Nasty!
Hobble into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and perused the HMV DVD store. Plenty in I fancied but did not weaken and spend anything.
Then out of there and into the Tesco Store. Got vine tomatoes, milk and distilled vinegar.
Out of the centre and poddled along Milton Street towards the infamous and always busy Clinton Street.
As I walked, it seemed that everyone was in a better mood than of late.
Approached by alcoholic beggars, Muslim converters, Big Issue sellers and Jehova Witnesses, calling themselves something different nowadays.
Arriving at Milton Street, I was surprised by the lack of people using it?
I put the now hefty bag down to take a break, and another of the mystery wrist-electric-shock-like pain in the right wrist arrived. I really must see the doctor about this. It is incapacitating and dangerous if I have something in my hand at the time. Ah-well!
I hobbled down into the slab square, and there were many folks showing interest at the overpriced food and novelty stores there.
Exchange Walk on my way down to the M&S Foodhall, was a risky route to take for anyone with walking difficulties, so many shoplifters… I mean citizens packed together. At the bottom of the hill was a chap doing a puppet come muppet show, with packed crowds all around him to watch and listen to the chronically loud thumping music he was using. Too risky for me to wade in through that mob to get a photo, though.
I arrived at the store and bought some Frittes, all Butter Raspberry Cream Biscuits (Expensive but they looked so delicious) and Potato Rostis.
Paid up and out into a crowded street. Where I was again approached, this time by canvassers or poll takers. I declined their offers of going into an office and filling in some form or other about my shopping today, that will only take 10-15 minutes, and they would give me £3 for my efforts. Mind you, they had plenty of willing Nottinghamians to pick from.
Back up Exchange Walk, through the Slab Square and up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus.
When I took this photograohicalisation o the right here, the chap in the waistcoat didn’t half try his best to nip out of the shot giving me look of distrust and a clear indication that he had taken umbrage at my actions.
When I got to the bus stop and released the bag from my grip, it took a while for the blood to return to the fingers and a tingling sensation of moving blood was clearing sensed.
En route back to the flats, three other tenants got on the bus, and all three ignored my greetings as they passed by to get to a seat.
I got in put the things I’d bought away.
A word of warning about the M&S biscuits by the way – I tried one when I put the others in the tub; There are only six biscuits in the box, and they taste horrible to me. Eurgh! Sickly sweet with a pong that reminded me of the clothes freshener crystals! If you have a sugar addiction, they’ll be fine for you, though.
Health Checks done and medications taken.
Super nosh tonight.
Small beef pie, potatoes, garden peas with plenty of caramelised gravy to soften them up so I could masticate them without too much bother to the teeth.
