Inchcock – Frid 30 Oct 20: Early start, hectic day, but got my head down earlier than usual. (Bliss!)

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Friday 30th October 2020

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 30 Dàmhair 2020

01:00hrs: Got up, wee-wee, wash, cuppa tea, Throne (Messy, but quick and mot so painful)

Thought: Appointments today: City Cardiac, then CDH Checks, then Flu-Jab. Must get the computing done as early as possible.

Got the Health Checks done. Bottled the urine samples ready for the hospital and doctors.

Computerised, template created, photos downloaded and prepped for publication.

Got the Thursday blogs finished and posted off.

Pinterested, Emai link sent, Facebooking updated.

WP and Facebook Comments read and answered.

WordPress reader section visited.

SisterJane rang. Pete was feeling a little better, thank heavens. Anf, Jane’s eye still had no vision. We are a set!

She’d seen my Warden Deana on the BBC 1 News and told me to put it on, so I could take some photos of it. It will come on again. We had a natter and laugh, and that was great!

But with the Doctors, Hospital things to sort out, and trying to get some blogging done, I couldn’t really concentrate.

No time to do owt on this blog at all. And needed to get the ablutions done, then get the things needed to take with me sorted out.

Got the first sample, and it was coloured like level 5-6. Which was much better now, got it in the three-wheeler walker guide bag, so as not to forget it!

The ablutions were done next. The mind was confused with so much detail to go through. The Ablutionalisationing is almost a blur, so much did I rush, and with my mind on so many things at the same time.

Jane rang back, and they will try to get some photos if Deana comes back on the BBC, for me. Bless em! That was good of them. I hope she can get some.

I found a letter on the floor near the door, only Sainsbury offering money off vouchers, but only if I spend £60! Oh, Goodie! Makes a change from crushed cakes and lousy silly substitutes, I suppose.

I got some breakfast. Marmite bread thins, potatoes from last night, and Frazzles with a mug of Glengettie tea! And most enjoyable it was too! As my Dad used to say: “It went down a reet treat, that did!”

I got some hand washing done, wrung and hung. Only one Zip-up jacket, and left it drip-dry at its leisure, on a coathanger above the kitchen sink.

I tried to get my head together and make sure I’d got everything needed for the medicalisational visits. Then the bus-pass, keys, cash, etcetera.

I didn’t feel too confident, and had a nagging feeling that I’d forgotten something or other! Which I suppose would not be anything new. Hehe!

I got the trolley, with the nibble-treats for the Hospital and Surgery staff, and set out, feeling apprehensive, and not knowing why I felt that way.

I turned and figuratively, waved farewell to the flats at the end of the road.

The hobble down Winchester Street was a hard, nervous-making experience. I’d forgot about the brakes being useless on the three-wheeler, and had to take my time and extra care not to topple it over. I stayed on the right-hand side pavement going down, to avoid having to walk in the road again to get by, for I had spotted a lorry in the distance parked on the pavement, Swine!

Not that the men had any alternative, really than to park there, they were in a sort of, mission impossible situation.

I walked up the Mansfield Road hill and stopped to check on the timing.

I was in plenty of time to get to the first appointment without any rushing. I had an hour before I needed to be there, so took my time and tried to take in the scenery, even though it was a bit bleak at times.

Near the hospital, on the ring road, a Pavement Motorist was spotted, for a change.

I crossed over at the Pelican lights and was soon entering the DVT Antigoagulation Unit. Where I registered and was taken straight into the treatment room.

(Well, they probably considered me an important, powerful, dynamic, wealthy patient, who was due the best care and not to be kept waiting… A Smug-Mode of ginormous proportions came over me) Hehehe!

I was soon on and attached to the machine, and within minutes, while the Q&A session was done, I was on my way out again! No obvious problems they said, an analysed result report will be sent to me. I thanked them and handed over some plonk in thanks.

I caught the bus, intending to stay on it into Carrington, and the Doctor’s surgery. Good planning, or what? On the way out, I walked to the Stroke Ward I was in, to leave them some nibbles and treats in thanks.

But, they were that busy. I decided it was best not to intrude. called to. From what I saw, they had just had a new patient come in.

 : The bus arrived within minutes of my getting to the bus stop (It’s going too well, I thought – Little knowing what lie ahead!) I got on the bus and decided to have a ferret around in the bag, to check that I’d got everything needed for the surgery visit. Concentrating on this, as the bus neared the stop I’d usually get off at in Sherwood, I panicked thinking I would miss the stop, rang the bell, and the driver waited patiently for me to struggle and get off? Bless him!

When got on the pavement is when it dawned on me… I’d got off at the wrong stop!   ‘Whatta a Plonka!’ Oy, oy, oy! I decided, as there was still bags of time available for me, I’d walk into Carrington, maybe even go in Lidl to see what they had on offer. It was very leisurely, and I was not too annoyed with myself – I’ve come to almost expect such calamities nowadays. Tsk!

I set of at a steady-hobble, no need to overdo it, still bags of time to get there punctually. Sherwood looked so barren this morning, with more retailers than ever closed down again, it’s so sad. All those people with their dreams shattered! Humph!

I’d not gone far, and Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, I smelt his B.O. as he passed me by. It’s not as if there was a lot of traffic for him to be scared off, on the Mansfield Road. I noticed he had the bike in the lowest gear, his legs were going like the clappers, but he was not getting anywhere fast. (A Sherlock Holmisianism moment, there) Hehehe!

I crossed over to the other side at the Pelican lights, over the hill and down int Carrington towards the church. It was still looking glum.

A bit further down the hill, and another Pavement Cyclist appeared. This one was more determined to ignore or injure any pedestrians than the previous one, and really did come close to hitting me, and the ladies further on. Git!

There was still time to spare, so I visited the Lidl store. Got some bits, and paid on the self-serve tills, no idea what I was doing wrong, but an assistant came to me on each of five times I did something wrong, and muttered something to me, and put it right. I didn’t realise I’d bought so much stuff, and had to stop on my way out, and rearrange things in the trolley, and make up another bag to hang on the handlebars. This took me a while to do, and I realised

I had to get a nip on to get to the surgery in time for the appointment, so I did!

I hastened to the surgery; thus, I was in a bit of a state when I arrived. They have now got an intercom system for us to use, which is not good when because of the mask-wearing, I can’t use the hearing aids when out and about. I’ve no idea what the lady was saying, but she let me in eventually. She thought I looked poorly and told me to take a seat, one of the only two seats now, in the waiting room. It was the late rushing to get there that had caused my laboured breathing. 

I was soon being called into the treatment room by the new surgery nurse. A most pleasant blood pressure, temperature, pulse, weighing, measuring, recording, and questions and answer session took place. During which, Doctor Vindla came in and gave me my Flue-Jab. Lovely to see them all again. I was leaving and Nurse… (Oh, dear, the phlebotomy nurse, I’ve not seen her for that long, I’m, ashamed to say I’ve forgotten her name. lovely lady too! Caroline was it? I bet Tim Price will remember for me?), came to chat for a few seconds. I handed the giant bottle of Perry for them all to share at Christmas, and sadly, I had to leave, by the front door now, as part of the Anti-Corona rules. Ah, Gorrit, I think, it was Nurse Nichole! ♥

I was weary but happy enough as I wobbled along Mansfield Road with the trolley, up and over the hill. (Travailing with the well-filled heavy trolley, which will be fun getting onto and off of the bus when I get to Sherwood, Tsk!)

As I was getting to Spondon Street, another ignorant, nasty, anti-social, objectional, offensive, law-breaking, seditious, thoughtless, inconsiderate, mannerless, yob, scumbag of a Pavement Cyclist belted by me, making my jump, he was so close! Grrr!

But it didn’t bother me.

But, as I went up the hill to the bus stop, another ignorant, nasty, anti-social, objectional, offensive, law-breaking, seditious, thoughtless, inconsiderate, mannerless, yob, scumbag of a loutish young Pavement Cyclist, was doing wheelies on the wide pavement?!?! I had to go around him to get into the Wilko store for my bleach! Grobleknackerbangles!

I paid and heaved my body and trolley up to the bus stop. The distant skies did not bode well at all. Incidentally, while I was waiting for the bus, three cars went through the traffic lights on red. Tsk! I suppose they know that those traffic-light cameras do not have any film in them?

I took a photo to the left, down the hill before the number 40 bus arrived. The driver getting a smidge annoyed as I struggled to get on the bus, and then to get sat down where I could hold onto the trolley. But it couldn’t be helped. Sorry, driver!

I was son back up Winchester Street and alighting the bus. Two residents to get off, I went first, and I’d like to mention that I did so without any Accifauxpas, injury or damage! And, I assisted the chap from my block behind me, to alight the bus with his trolley. Mega-Smug-Mode-Adopted!

We walked to the end of the road and got inside the Woodthorpe lobby and to the lifts. I got in and invited the chap to join me, which he appreciated, he looked as done-in as I felt, bless him. He had to get out, to let me out of the lift, I didn’t realise he loved on the 4th floor. Still, we managed a laugh about it. I fumbled about getting the trolley in, with its extra weight and bags, and into the corner.

I soon realised that my original plans to get the updating done of this diary were not going to happen. I was jiggered, exhausted in body and mind! My new plan; was to get something to eat, wash, and head-down, even though it was still early, even for me to seek sleep.

As I got into the kitchen with the purchases from Lidl and Wilko, I spotted what looked like a fire in the far distance.

I got the camera from my jacket pocket and took this picture. Then got the bags opened and sorted the things needed for the meal I’d planned on the bus, earlier. The Potato Rosti was a must-have, even though I left some new pots cooking in the crock-pot. I could taste it before I’d got it in the oven. Took some grapes, an apple, tomatoes and washed them, for slipping on the plate.

I made the feast up and got it served n the tray. But made far too much for me, in my tired state of health; however, the potato rostis, grapes, some of the tomatoes and potatoes were eaten. A Taste-Rating of 7/10 given, it was just me being so tired.

I was happily amidst feasting, and the door-chimes rang out. I put the food tray on the chair, and fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, and off to investigate who my caller was.

Aha! My visitor had been my patron saint Jenny, from the 8th floor. Who had kindly left me some yellow tomatoes, a big bag too! She does look after me! ♥

Then I got settled back in the c1968 recliner, it was nippy in here tonight, so I used a heavier quilt. Put theTV on, but I didn’t need the TV, or anything of a somnifacient nature, for the Sweet Morpheus, enwrapped herself around my body and brain within a few minutes – and it was good! I believe I was dreaming of being asleep in my sleep?

I put the tom’s in the fridge, and got my ponderously pot-bellied, portly-paunch placed back onto the recliner; grabbed the tray of food, got my legs up on the chair, and was just about to restart noshing it, and the Landline burst forth and flashed!

So, I put the food tray on the chair, and fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, got the stick, and off to answer the phone.

It was my Alma Mater, Jenny. She told me of how she managed to get some yellow tomatoes for me again, and we had a chinwag with laughs for a while. I was a smidge out-out-it and didn’t write down what else was talked about, so I must find out if anything was arranged or agreed upon tomorrow. We bade each other a fond-farewells, and I think (hope) I thanked her again for the tomatoes ♥.

I returned to the rickety recliner, to have another go at eating the meal. But couldn’t each much more, and was back to wide-awake mode. However, what I did eat was more than enough for what I needed, so is a blessing in disguise, and stopped me gobbling too much. Hahaha!

I washed the pots and took a snap of the threatening skies.

Took the evening medications, cause I forgot earlier with flailing so early.

I realised that my being out and about so long, I’d missed taking two of the Dioctyl® stool softeners. Uncertain whether to take three now or just the one, I veered on the safe side, and just took the one. (A choice that I much-regretted in the mornings’ Porcelain Throne session – Rock-solid again, Argh!)

Inchcock Today – Monday 20th August 2018


Monday 20th August 2018

Hebrew: יום שני 20 אוגוסט 2018

0145hrs: My expergefaction revealed my mind and body to be in fine form. (I think) Gone was the tiredness and fatigue that suddenly hit me last night. A semi-positive approach for me was adopted. I thought I’ll get the laundry done now! And, by Jiminy-criminy, I did. The things were already collated in the bag, all I had to do was pick it up and go down in the elevator to the laundry room. Got some togs on.

1Mon01aI nipped outside and took the bag of recyclables to the bin.

The maze to get there is now a bit more complicated and circuitous, with new barriers appearing and the layout altered a bit.

Still, it stops us old uns from getting bored, doesn’t it?

1Mon01bBack inside and got the clothing in the washer and put it on economy mode.

I popped outside again, cause it was very nice out there, not too cold and only a little bit of a breeze gently blowing.

I leant back, looked up and shot this photograph of the front of the Woodthorpe Court block of flats.

WDPBL02 Might not have been a good idea to lean back with my head up, I got a Dizzy Dennis attack! What a Schmo!


Back up to the flat.

As I pictured the automatic electronic signing thingamabob on the wall next to the lifts, it just started to change to the next image.

I saw the Nottingham City Homes were holding a Fun Day for the senior residents. Midday to 0400hrs, too late for me. It is in Bulwell as well, two buses to get there and same again back.

1Mon06Took the medications, and realised I had missed last nights tablets.

So, with it being early in the morning, I took them. Now I must remember to take the morning ones later after the PM ones have time to absorb into the body mass.

Did the Health checks, and made up last weeks recorded results.



Time to go back down and move the things to the dryer. When I got the old toothbrush out of the draining board drawer to clean the dirty filter, the brush was damp, it was soaking wet inside the drawer? Someone had made one of my favourite personal habits and left an odd sock in the machine.

Got the dryer going and back once more to the apartment.

1Mon07I observed a new sign on the notice board and got the camera out of my pocket to record this incredible offer. Hehe!

I nearly forgot again, that I was fasting and made a mug of tea. Well, I did make one. But didn’t drink it.

I cried as I threw it down the sink, and put the biscuits back in the cupboard. Hahaha!

1Mon05I got the weeks daily medication pots sorted and filled.

Then began on updating the Sunday post and got it sent off to WordPress.

I had the slightest of possible tiny ‘Phutt’ of air escape from the rear end. I thought I’d gassed myself, what a mephitic perdurable pong!

By then it was time to go down and collect the 1Mon07bwashing.

Folded up the few bits I’d laundered, cleaned the drum, filter and casing and was on my way back up in the lift in no time.

Made a start on this blog.

Crickey, I’d love a mug of tea! Huh!

An hour or so later, I went off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Not such a messy job this morning, but oh boy, was Harold’s Haemorrhoids in a state. Bleeding badly and now after the evacuation, painful too. Bit of medicationalisationing called for after I have my shower methinks!

Got caught up to here, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Tons of good stuff on again today.

 Went to the TFZ Facebook page.

Must get the ablutions sorted out now. Also, I must remember to get some Assam tea bags and some of those lemon biscuits, (Ahem!) while I’m out in Carrington.

1Mon09Grubbled about making sure lights were off, and taps too etc.

WDPBL02 Then went to check the kitchen, to find that I had eight black biting armoured ironclad not-so-small-today beetles in the bowl of soapy water and bleach in the sink. I swear they were swimming! I ran boiling water over them and rinsed them down the plug-hole, but one of them still ran up the side of the sink so quickly I could not catch the Click, Scarab, Oedemerinae, or Weevil, whichever breed of beetle they are.

Took the black bags to the waste chute and a sauce bottle down to recycling bin near the caretaker’s room on the way out.

Met Alice and had a chinwag, then had a few words with the caretaker. Gave the alco’s sat on the now moved to the front of Woodthorpe Courts bench, a wave. Nice chaps.

1Mon11Walked at a fair rate down Winchester Street.

Stopping to take this picture of the beautiful berries that are coming into fruit and bloom so early this year.

Onto Mansfield Road, there were too many Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist to bother thinking about photographing them all this morning.

I dropped into the Continental Food Store and bought some of the Lemon flavoured biscuits.



I got in the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and logged in with the receptionist.

“Chambers for CDH and INR blood tests.”


“Yes.” I handed her my cardiac medical card.

“You are not down for any appointments.”

“Oh, dear, have I made another faux pa?” – “You were booked in for a CDH check at 0830hrs this morning!” – “Was I?” “As luck has it, we’ve just had a cancellation so we can fit you in!”

I then waffled on about the calls I’d had on Friday from the Hospital, and them telling me I need another Warfarin INR blood test today. I asked if they had informed them, and I got a negative reply. This is going to please Nurse Ann, I thought as my whole body momentarily shook in anticipation.


I was unbelievably annoyed with myself!

I sat down feeling very coy and bashful until Nurse Ann came out to collect me, then the coyness and bashfulness turned to sheer unadulterated fear and panic! Hehe!

WDPBL02 When I got into the treatment room, I realised I’d not taken the DVT record card with me either! God, please open the earth and let me fall in!  I fawned, kowtowed, cringed, crept and crawled as best I could, with me shaking in worriment. I sensed her antipathy and apologised super-grovellingly.

She was very displeased with my weight – I have to cut down on sugar content foods – I have to cut down on salt – I was reminded that I have to avoid brassica, aubergines and pork pies (Argh!) and anything with a high content of vitamin K in it.

Many others points were made to me, but my despair at my failings this morning had semi-blocked out some of the conversations.

I departed after leaving some nibbles, out into the sunshine outside, my head spinning and my self-hatred growing.

1Mon12I the far distance, I saw the sky looking like a mushroom cloud was rising.

I pressed on into Carrington and called at the Lidl store to be sneered at, ignored and put down by their staff, as is usual for me when I spend some money with Lidl.

I bought a large potato to bake with the out-of-date cheese back in the fridge at the flat. Fresh tomatoes and a packet of  Assam tea. Paid at the self-serve checkout without any cock-ups, and left without a single insult or dirty look being given to me!

WDPBL02 Caught a bus into Sherwood. It was packed with passengers, and a flaming woman was sat on the old folks and disabled seat with her bag on the cushioning next to her! Uncouth woman! So, I had to sit on a side-saddle single drop down seating. This was not too much hassle for me, but getting up the ultra-low chair caused Arthur itis to kick off in my knees, to get off of the bus. Huh! As if the plates of meat weren’t giving me enough pain, already!

I had a bit of luck then, cause I arrived at the bus stop in Sherwood with about five minutes before the L9 was due in. Two lady tenants were waiting there when I came, then we had a little natter while waiting.

I sensed that Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding again like yesterday. I blame the mini-bus ride perhaps?

So, I got to the flats as quick as I could from the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

WDPBL02 I needn’t have bothered rushing. When I got to the elevators, both lifts seemed to be toying between the 9th and 15th floors for ages. A little ganglet of residents had gathered by the time one of the cages got down to the ground floor. We all squashed in – which was not a bad thing for me, cause we had a laugh between ourselves that I enjoyed, and it took my mind off of my rear end situation. Haha!

I got in the apartment and to the wet room. A bit of cleaning up then medicationalisationing, and I was soon feeling much better.

1Mon13I went through to the kitchen in search of my first mug of tea of the day.

WDPBL02 The bowl I’d left with the hot water in it earlier, again I had a couple of the black biting armoured ironclad not-so-small-today beetles residing in it, once more looking to all intent and purposes like they were swimming.

I emptied the bowl and got rid of the insects. Put the kettle on and made a mug of Assam tea. Put the biscuits and tomatoes away while the tea-bag brewed.

Blow me, another black biting armoured ironclad not-so-small-today beetle had got him or herself in the now emptied of water bowl again! Grr!

1Mon10Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

I may be getting paranoid about these beetles. I thought I saw another one, but it wasn’t one. No idea what it was, mind.

They don’t shed there ironclad shells do they?

I got the oven heating up and put the giant potato in and set the timer for an hour and a half. Put the cheese out of the fridge to use later.

Started to update today’s post.

Went on Facebook to catch up with the photographs.

Did the Health Checks and medication taking done.

1Mon23Got the potato out of the oven, halved it, burnt my fingers, scooped out the flesh into a mixing bowl. Added about two-ton (Hehe!) of grated extra strong red cheddar, a sprinkling of malt vinegar, a spray of butter oil and onion salt and bashed the living daylights out of it.

Returned the mixture to the oven to brown off for two more hours or so.

I thought of the TFZers who I know like cheesy potatoes, cause they said so. Marie, Nancy, Pat, Lillie, Lona and Lyzzi.

I had to rate this one as being one of the best ever. Gave it a 9.55/10 Flavour Rating.

Tired and drained again, I stayed in the chair watching TV in between nod-offs.

Inchcock Today Friday 17th August 2018: Clexane injections, INR & CHD blood tests – a very testing day. Hehe!


Friday 17th August 2018

Mongolian: 2018 оны 8-р сарын 17-ны Баасан гарагт

5Fri001b0340hrs: I stirred into mock life, waited for the brain to catch me up, moved to get out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and off into the kitchen to made a mug of tea and got the Health checks done.

As luck would have it, I remembered about the CHD test later today, and that I was fasting until then. So I had to resist drinking the tea and sadly throw it away. Sob!

I got the Enoxaparin injection done first, get it out of the way, so as to speak.


I noted that the Sys and Dia had gone up considerably. This may be due to me having started the Enoxaparin, now called Clexane inj on the box, last night. I’ve to go in to see Nurse Ann at the surgery later. She is fitting me in and told me yesterday I will have to be quick, she will not have much time available for talking and gossiping. Oh, dear! That was me warned!

Aug 17aOf to the wet room for a wee-wee.

The Ironclad black biting mini-beetles had been out, and about last night, the Critter Kill had nobbled a few again.

Realising I had far less time to get things done, as the appointment with the Nurse was early today. I set about finishing off yesterday’s blog and got it posted off to WordPress.

WDPBL02a Then, started this page going, sorted the two bags for the waste chute and took them depositing them in the letter-box size lid, and returning to the flat minus a layer or two of knuckle skin.

 Then it was time to get the ablutions done. All finished, I a grubbling session, making as sure as I could, that I had not missed anything to take with me. Urine sample, the bus pass to get home with, hearing aids in and soon off out.

On the walk up Chestnut Way, I took these three photographicalisations.

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5Fri006I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, WC and residents porta-cabin. Had a talk with Warden Julie, and out to take the photograph of what I assumed, was a fruit fly on the blackberries, as limped on.

I started my walk down to the bottom of Winchester Street hill, and the now familiar hobble left, up Mansfield Road over the crest and down into Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.

5Fri006aI let myself drift from worries and fears as I wallowed in the beauty of nature this morning. The sun was out, the wind was blowing, and somehow, everything seemed to look incredible. Planes taking holidaymakers away, or maybe bringing them back?) The insects buzzing, the birds squawking and singing… it was fine and dandy.

WDPBL02a Then I slipped of off the kerb as I went to cross the road. Klutz!

5Fri006bGoing up the hill, the customary Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist threatened as he shot by me.

The plates were stinging, but Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna, even Hippy Hilda were all being kind to me.

As I approached the surgery entrance, I mused over yesterdays farcical happenings but felt sure it could not be that bad again. Ahem!

5Fri007I got in reported to the receptionist and sat down taking out the crossword book.

Shortly after Nurse Ann arrived calling out my name. This reminded me of the TV series ‘It ain’t half hot mum’ and Winsor Davis.

I meekly followed her to the treatment room and handed her the urine sample tube. “Why have you brought this today?” Silence for two seconds, then followed with, “It’s Monday when you need to bring this for the CDH checks!” She then smiled, and said, “I’ll check to see if it will keep in the fridge, hang on, keep your finger on the cotton wool!” Ann checked something on her computer and said; Yes that will alright. A certain confusion followed.

So I do have to go back again on Monday, another mile walk to cope with. She logically pointed out, that the DVT will most likely want another INR blood sample anyway on Monday when they have analysed this sample and got your reading.

WDPBL02a I thought this week I’d called at the surgery more times than I’d gone home. Hehehe! Thanked her and went off for a hobble to the Lidl store to see if they had any more of the shortcrust biscuits yet. I was almost wailful, depressed even when I was told they are not stocking them again! I got some nibbles for the trip out tomorrow.

5Fri009I left and went to the bus stop to catch a ride back to Sherwood.

My beauty-appreciation mode took over again.

The sky was gorgeous. I stood looking up at it and got the camera out. A car alarm activated and three ankle-snapper future villains ran from between some parked cars on the side street and ran away. I’ve no idea what had occurred. But it took me away from my appreciation of nature mode!

5Fri009aI got in the bus shelter and put down the bag on the floor.

WDPBL02a I realised how pale and insipid the skin was on my hands.

I suppose it has been like that all day, but I hadn’t noticed before.

Come to think of it, if my blood INR is as low as the 1.1 which it is, means it is thicker, then it will not flow properly, I think. The extra Warfarins I had to take and the Clexane injections to thin the blood to avoid a stroke or heart attack might have had an effect on the colour, maybe, perhaps? I confused myself trying to work it out, now. Hehe!

Caught a bus, it was packed with passengers, and I had to sit next to a bloke, how could I describe him for best… Do you remember Giant Haystacks, the wrestler? Haha!

I got off of the bus a stop earlier so I could investigate if the Continental food store might have some of the shortcrust biscuits or similar on sale. They didn’t, but I got some vanilla wafer biscuits to share on the bus in the morning with the other residents going to Skegness with me. And, for myself, I found some expensive, but hopefully really-tasty lemon shortcake biscuits! I am not sure how many folks are going on the outing, I understand many of them have withdrawn from it?

I hobbled up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 bus, I would have been unable to walk back up Winchester Hill with how I was feeling, the feet mainly the problem.

WDPBL02a About eight other Winwood residents were on the bus when I got on. As we got off, I pretended to be a bus conductor and shouted out “Winwood Flats, all alight here for 5Fri010Winwood flats!” Only two of them laughed. I did feel a plonker, no idea what made me do it. Thank heavens some of those on the bus not from the flats laughed along with me.

The Willmott-Dixon lads were hard at work, along with the melee of delivery drivers, plant machinery etc. as I made my way along Chestnut Way.

5Fri011At the end of the road, a pantechnicon lorry had been forced to park in front of the garages. It must be a nightmare for drivers here.

I pressed limpingly onward, and got in the flats and to the elevator foyer, pressed the call button.

The lifts, according to the what floor the cage is on signage, were not moving anywhere?

5Fri011aWhile patiently waiting I saw a notice on the board, that nearly had me laughing out loud.

Considering the number of drugs I’m on at this time, indeed never been on so many at the same time before, it tickled me.

Eventually, the lifts came into action, and I was up in the flat having a much-needed wee-wee in no time.

I got the mushrooms in the saucepan on a low light. Kristadellens, mushrooms and seasoned potatoes with tomatoes and gherkins sound a good idea for nosh later.

I put away the bits I’d bought and got on with updating this post.

Stopped to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

5Fri012WDPBL02a Then I got doing the Clexane injection. And boy, did I get it wrong. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but I hurt myself putting it in, and this left lingering sting for hours.

Also, a sensation of, I don’t know the word I’m looking for. Like a stinging pain that felt metallic – that’s not possible, is it? Ah, well!

5Fri35Just about to get the meal prepared and served up, and the door chime rang out. Nottingham City Homes engineer to check the smoke detector.

Finally, I got the nosh. 8.8/10 Flavour Rating given.

I fell asleep in the chair with the food tray at my side.

The landline flashing light woke me up.

WDPBL02a Got a call from the cardiac clinic. Stop using the hypodermic, until further notice. He said something else, but I could not hear what it was, after asking him twice to repeat himself, I think he said that DVT will contact me soon.

Fell asleep.

The landline flashing light woke me up.

WDPBL02a DVT, with new Warfarin doses. 2 tonight and Saturday, 1½ Monday and Sunday – another INR blood Test on Tuesday. Arrgh! I informed the lady that it involves an hour walk for me to get to the surgery and I have made four trips in five days. Also, I have to go to see the nurse on Monday for my CHD checks, and asked if it would be possible for me to have the INR blood test at the same time? No problem. I pray she remembers to tell the surgery of this fact.

I fell asleep.

The landline flashing light woke me up.

WDPBL02a A bloke with a foreign accent speaking. No idea what he was saying. I put the phone down.

5Fri013What does a bald-headed short, plump, deaf, short-sighted, overmedicated, losing his marbles, but harmless old chap have to do to get some rest?

Got to get up early enough in the morning to get things ready for the Skeggy trip. Tsk!

But all the hassle and medications proved to be too much for me to get back to sleep. I lay for a few hours, annoyed and frustrated, then decided at 0300hrs to just get up, update this blog, start Saturdays then check the things needed are in the bag.

Did the Health checks and nearly forgot and injected myself with the Clexane needle. So to avoid any Whoopsiedangleplops again, I moved the new and used hypos into another drawer. At least when the INR plays up next time, I’ll have some syringes ready to use.

5Fri014I found out where the odd fluttering noise was coming from, by cunningly putting in the hearing aids. Clever you know! Hehe! It was the wind blowing the plastic sheeting outside the window, really loud, so I assume I may have this to contend with the winds on my hobble around Skegness later. It was almost cold in the flat as well. Not in reality, but perhaps with it being a little less warm after being hot for so long? Combined with the effects from the Clexane injections, might be a reason for this.

I got the computer on and updated this diary. 

Ablutions all done and readied myself to get off to the minibus and a day out at the coast.

Hope it goes well. TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Monday 26th June 2017

Monday 26th June 2017

Sinhalese: 2017 ජූනි 26 වන සඳුදා

0500hrs: Woke full of memories of what I believe were bizarre dreams. By the time I’d fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the Porcelain Throne room, every bit of memory had gone, and no scribbled notes on the pad. Tsk!

At least the Throne session was not too bad, splattered just a bit and minimal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold.

Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all having a go at me. The Whoopsiedangleplop last night is the reason, I assumed.

Took the medications, realising I’d missed last nights again. Took just one Warfarin extra.

Health checks were done, a bit of a dodgy start on this weeks health checks.

Some odd numbers recorded?

Had a wee-wee.

The computer on and finalised yesterday’s diary. Took me while the fingers were stiffening a bit.

Podded some fresh garden peas and got them in the saucepan ready for later.

Started this one off, then did some WordPress reading and comment replies.

Checked the Google Calendar for a date when free to order some nosh from Morrisons. Did the order.

Facebook activities followed.

Had a wee-wee.

Carried out the ablutions and got me all smelling nice, medicated and dressed.

Took the four bags waste, 3 regular 1 recycling to the chute on my way out. Pressed the button for the lift, it was on the 14th floor – it bypassed my 12th floor to the 3rd floor then to the ground floor. It came up to the 6th floor, the 15th floor and finally down to the 12th floor. Good job I didn’t have a bus that needing catching. Hehe!

Anne Gyna was bit bothersome.

Got down to the ground floor, and I realised I’d left the camera and mobile in the flat. Tsk! .So, back up in the elevator again, pressed the button while the lift was on the 7th floor, it went up to the 9th and then the 13th floor, down to the 5th floor stopped at the fifth floor, the 4th floor and the 3rd floor, finally getting down to the ground floor. (I made a note of this activity to remember to record later) Fully expecting folk to want to get out of the lift I stood back as the doors opened – it was empty?

Was this due to there only being the one elevator working?

Anyway, up to the twelfth and nipped in quick as I could manage and collected the phone and camera, back to the lift.It was now on the 14th floor now, I pressed the

It was on the 14th floor now, I pressed the call button, and it came straight to me, with four tenants in it. We had a laugh and finally, I got outside.

Called in the social hut to see either Deana or Julie for a word and give them some nibbles – there was only an NCH woman who told me neither of them is in today or tomorrow. I replied; “Oh fair enough, I won’t collapse for a couple of days then” with a cheeky grin all over my face. She did not see the funny side of my comment and offered me a look that silently said to me through the flaming ether; “Who the hell are you to be sarcastic about the staff!”

I put the nibbles in the fridge and beat a hasty retreat!

Wobbled along to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill.

As I turned the corner, I saw the blackberries coming along nicely now.

I wonder how long it will be until we are over-ridden with folk from all over the County after their freebie fruit? Hehe!

Had to stop for few minutes, to cope with Anne Gyna’s severity. By luck, I was near a small Derby stone brick wall and made use of it.

Further down the hill and I took a photograph of Woodthorpe Court flats.

Continued down the hill to the traffic light junction at the end.

Spotted that yet another shop had closed down in Sherwood.

The what was the bedding store that had ceased trading!

Very sad and worrying all these closures all over the place.

What does the future hold with Brexit going on, it can’t be good, can it?

On the junction, I pondered which way to limp…

Left, straight on or right? I went right up to the hill top.

The greengrocery shop had some so called fresh peas on sale and display, with shrivelled pods and even a maggot or two in the box. I shuddered and moved on up the hill.

Called in the Nottingham Hospice shop for a nosey around to see if they had anything that interested me. Nope!

Up to the top of the hill and met Bill from the 14th floor, we had a chat. He is going into hospital later today to have his very sore leg looked at again. He is now on liquid Morphine. Wished him all the best and asked him to let me know how it goes. Poor Bill.

Over the brow of the hill and down towards the park gates.

Not many folks about this morning and the forecast rains have not arrived yet. (They never did)

Give it time I suppose.

As I hobbled through the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance, it looked extremely sparse of users, kids, prams, dogs and pavement cyclists were all notable by to their absence?

Had war been declared and nobody told me? Hehehe!

Then I saw two wood pigeons on the grass to the left of the path.

I tried to get a decent shot of them from a distance.

Had a bit of luck on the sixth attempt (Last photograph), they both stopped pecking at the grass and looked up at me at the same time!

To the top of the footpath and turned right, still not many people around.

I decided to have a walk through and down my favourite little Copse, and out the bottom of it and wander through the wild field back to the flats.

Not a soul anywhere to be seen in there or the field below.

The atmosphere as I walked down the worn pathway, stumbling here and there of the tree roots as they come more and more out of the ground, was lovely.

The smells, the peace… and then I noted further into the Copse, some Git had spilt white paint over the plants. Sad making!

I took this photograph of the Winwood flats when I came out into the open and the field the smells changed in the air, and the wildflowers scent abounded.

Super pleasant!

Hobbling through the knee high growths, trying not to tread on the flowers, I did a Whoopsiedangleplop and tripped over into some bushes!

Fancy that…me of all people! Hahaha!

No injuries at all, although I did take a fair bit of time getting up again, nothing to hang onto you see. These blue flowers almost talked to me. Don’t laugh!

Got out of the field and down the gravel path to the flats

Some workmen were ripping up the decorative concrete at the end of out apartments.

Got up and into the flat without any incident and had a wee-wee.

I’d left the flipping heater and radio on. How did I not notice this before? The batteries in the radio had died. Huh!

Got the meal on the cook and began updating this post.

Anne Gyna still giving me some bother.

Had a wee-wee. Checked the fodder, didn’t seem to be cooking very quickly? Mini potato waffles and added a beef pastie and some sausages to them in the oven.

Had a wee-wee.

Back to doing this diary.

Got the fodder served up, a big meal this one, yet I ate it all up. I am a good boy. Hehe)

I’m afraid that might not have been such a good idea because afterwards Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger both gave me some bother. Tsk!

Had a wee-wee.

Washed up and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some Heartbeat DVD episodes. A lot of rewinding in between nodding off sessions.

Eventually, I nodded off for an hour or so of dream filled sleep – but could I remember any of them? No! Why, oh why does this happen? There are times when with the use of any notes I might have scribbled along with what memories of the said dreams still lingered, that I can remember so much detail of them – but not very often lately. Annoying this!

I changed to the TV mode to watch a film. First set of commercials and off I drifted.

Inchcock Today Fri 8th July 2016: Big arson fire in Nottingham, forgot to collect the prescriptions, little walk about and Olive did me a massage… Wonderful!

Friday 8th July 2016 – Vendredi 8 Juillet 2016

10d0600hrs: Jumped awake and in a right state physically and mentally. No idea when I’d nodded off last night, but for once I’d turned off the TV. Around me as clung precariously off the £300 second-hand recliner that refused to budge to let me out, but I got there. Hehe!

No eating or drinking today, before the CDH tests.

Update the diary.

Did the ablutions and took the medications with tap water. Getting ready and all set when I spotted a fire about two miles away down in the Basford area.

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Found out later, that apparently, 16 and 17-year-old yobboes have been arrested for arson and endangering lives. I wonder if they will get a fine to be paid out of their dole money at 50p a week?

The rain was falling, so I put the bag in another bag and placed them in another bag. Made sure I’d got the nurses nibbles and umbrella with me.

10eAs I departed, the rain stopped.

Soon arrived at the surgery for the 0830hrs appointment, another bloke as there waiting for his CDH checks as well, as it was not yet 0830hrs, we had to wait outside for ten minutes.

We were admitted, and the nurse called me in for the tests. During which, I was informed not to take so much sugar, I’m far too heavy, the pasty look on my face is probably due to me taking too much sugar in my foods, I must take urine sample with me again on Tuesday’s INR blood test arrangement and I can only expect the right arm hand and shoulder to get worse and she will make an appointment to have them looked at later. I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and departed!

Walked to the launderette and gave Mandy a laugh telling her about it, and gave her her nibbles.

Then on to the Lidl store. Got two cheesy cobs, sweet and sour sauce and some sweeties to top up the nibble store supplies.

Then did a little Whoopsiedangleplop as I tried to get on a bus back to Sherwood, and the driver threw me off for being too early. I did feel a fool! Hehe!

So I walked it back instead, being, as the feet and knees weren’t feeling too bad at all. (They were by the time I got back. Huh!)

The walk went okay until I got into Sherwood, then the plates started giving some gip. I got into Woodthorpe Grange Park, not many dog walkers around, or even Pavement Cyclists either.

P1110295The rain held off, and I took a photographicalisation of under the chestnut trees near to the pitch and putt course.

I thought it came out alright?

I might try to add a figure of yours truly and a TFZ gal to it later for a bit of fun if yer know worra mean like.

P1110297The legs and feet were well aching by the time I got down the gravel hill path and back to the flat. Wee-weeing being the most necessary activity when I got in.

The fire was still going!

I made my first cuppa of the day (No nibbling, honestly!) Then sent a copy of the fire I took to the Nottingham Post for them to use if they wanted to.

Laptop on and updated this twaddle.

Must try to get some Facebooking caught up with, and then get to see how Olive is getting on.

Realised another Whoopsiedangleplop had taken place – I forgot about collecting the prescriptions from the chemist earlier! And there I was next door at the launderette! Sad innit?

Got some Facebooking done.

Then got another demand in the post from British Gas fro the electricity bill I got on June 4th – which Deana had phoned about and after a long time talking, told me not to pay it and we got advice that the account was closed on 8th June.

P1110298Popped in to see the excellent Olive she was watching Wimbledon on her good sized TV. I bet she can read the subtitles on this one. Hehe!

She looked at the letter, then sorted my pains by rubbing in the pain gel to areas I could not reach myself, for me.

Bless her cotton socks.

I departed and went to the Community Hut seeking help. Julie P1110300was in not Deana. She called up British Gas and spent ages getting nowhere with then. They asked for the meter number, so I was sent back to the flat with a key opener to get in the box outside the apartment to find it.

I took a photo of the number on the meter. Returned to the Community Hut with it, and Julie again phoned them. This time, they told us that there were two meters in the box – which there wasn’t! Also, that one meter is on economy 10 and the other one on the standard rate?

I asked if they were lying last month or now? They had told us not to pay the bill then???

P1110109Then they rang off while Julie was waiting again listening to the music!

Julie shot off home, telling me she would ring them again on Monday – oh dear!

Back to the flat again, had some more wee-wee efforts. Updated diary once again to here, and got the fodder on the go. Roast peppers, parsnips and carrots, chicken thighs, tomatoes, beetroot, potato hashes and the cheesy cobs.

P1110301A quick bit of Facebooking while it all cooked, well, the hashes and vegetables anyway.

Not bad at all, 8.9/10.

The nodding off soon started after I’d settled to watch a James Bond DVD movie.

Eventually, after perhaps dozens of nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up and put the TV on. The same thing happened again, and I gave up again and got the book out to read… nodded off at last!