0200hrs: The head felt like it would explode, innards grumbling and rumbling. Feeling like I have had no sleep at all. Dizzy Dennis seems to have settled in with me permanently. Tsk! I’d been waking every few minutes and having to go for a wee-wee for hours and hours, all night. Earlier, I had a nauseous spell or two. Never have I wee-wee’d so much.
I was determined, not to let myself get morose, dolorous or irritable about things like I did yesterday. I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.
Made a start on this blog, then finished off yesterdays.
I think I’m going to opt here. One hell of a sore throat now. The throat problem seemed, to come over me instantly? Shivering now! Despite having the woolly hat and dressing gown on.
I did some commenting on WordPress and Reader.
Had a search for suitable funnies to use for the page headers.
Made three up ready, but it took me many hours, as was making mistakes all the time, nipping off for wee-wees and felt so tired. I thought I had some TCP in stock.THen, I could have had a gargle of TCP for the throat, but failed to find any? After I got the TFZ page headers done, I had another look around for it. Searched in everyplace I think, but no luck.
The flat was looking terribly untidy, but I was energyless. Is that a real word?
Another wee-wee and put the kettle on to make a brew in the small mug. Going to have a look at the football results later.
Went to the kitchen to make the tea – and I’d left the hot water tap (Faucet) running earlier! Can’t have a shower now then, until it heats up again. Although, I think that Jenny told me the shower heater is not affected by the boiler. Of course, I might be wrong.
Listless, I viewed the footy results. It would be a Sunday when the throat comes on bad. Tsk! Chemist not open and no buses.
Noisy Herbert has been busy knocking clanging and dropping stuff again.
Did the midday checks and medicationalisationing.
I’m not feeling the slightest bit like eating yet. Perhaps later, I might use the last of the crustless wholemeal bread to make a few anchovies, cheese and tomato sarnies? Maybe not, with how I feel at this moment.
Poor old sausage. Hehe!
Mate Michael rang the intercom, bless him. Smashing to see him. He’s brought some PPs for me again. He could not stay, but it was a pleasure to see him again, and much appreciated.
Perked me up this short visit did. I turned the oven on to heat it up.
Went for a wee-wee, and noticed I’d suffered a nose-bleed. Must have been a while back, cause it was dark red and dried. A right mess all over my nose moustache and chin. Looked down and found blood on the top shirt as well!
Took a photo of the tree copse. If Michael had not called, I would have still been in a depressed sorry-for-myself mood. Signs of life in the Copse were showing through now. I hope to be up to having a walk through and chatting to the old trees again soon. (Don’t laugh… Hehehe!)
Did the Health Checks and the ablutions. Blimey, it was cold in that wet room. Harold’s Haemorrhoid was in a right poor state, and much bleeding and Ooing and Aring took place during the medicationalising treatment of the same. (Argh!) Into new PPs and clean jammies and off to the kitchen to make the meal.
Got a handful of chips in the oven to cook while I made up some bread, cheese, tomato and anchovy open sandwiches, on three slices of the Scottish Plain bread.
Disappointingly, I could only manage two of the open sandwiches. But I ate more than of the last two meals, so that was a good sign. I reckoned the lack of appetite was down to the throat ache.
Got the plate, spoon and fork in the bowl to soak, and took this photo of Sun-Down at Woodthorpe Court.
Settled to watch the good guys, The A-Team on the goggle-box. I got through the first of the three episodes with only nodding off about ten-times. Huh!
While sat there watching them, I had a dizzy spell and actually thought I might fall out of the recliner!
Then the shivers started again, I hate these. It even went through my warped mind that the Government might be funding Councils to do work on the old folk flats, with the proviso that the heating does not work correctly and they must be left with no cladding for as long as possible with all windows letting in the wind and cold. Thus, helping to save the NHS a lot of dosh when the old gits get pneumonia and kick the bucket?
At least I got to sleep a little easier tonight, but it was dream filled.
2330hrs: I awaited the brain coming to life, and deep thoughts permeated the usual unimportant, inane mind wanderings. Had a wee-wee. The grey cell’s wanderings had become more inconcinnity-like. Concentration had a degree of raptness about it, but this did not concern me overmuch, I was just happy that I was feeling so much better than earlier, physically. However mentally? Thoughts, conclusions and logicality were not so bright.
I rose painfully out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the laundry bag, which was all ready, and set off out to the launderette on the ground floor. Loaded the machine and up to the apartment and had a wee-wee.
Got the computer going and started this twaddle off.
0001hrs: Down again, to move things to the dryer. Bits of fluff from the filter was scattered inside the drum and sink? New notices spotted on the board this morning.
0110hrs: Someone had left us all a messaged in the lift, I observed. Hehe!
Up to the twelfth floor and, had a wee-wee. I carried on with the updating of this blog. Cleaned up the photographs on CorelDraw.
Had a wee-wee. Oh, dearie me, getting a little frequent this morning methinks.
The instant stomach rumbling forced me off to the Porcelain Throne. And what a session this was. I believe it affected my brain, a feeling of nullibicity came and stayed with me for a few minutes as I sat there waiting for ages. Knowing (Or sensing) that a lot of content needed to evacuate, but nothing moved in the slightest, not even any wind escaped. Not good, this.
0055hrs: Down to collect the washing.
Cleaned the filter, inside and out of the machines, sink, draining board and doors inside and out.
The floor was not swept, as there was only a small brush and pan available.
Packed the bag with the folded clothing and on leaving the laundry room, to take a photograph of the rain trodden front of the building outside, I espied that someone had been kicking the wall? I’ve not seen this before, I wondered if it might have been one of the new tenants? By saying that isn’t fair. The naughty pensioner!
I took a photo to the right outside, to try and catch the moody-like garages at the dead-end of Chestnut Walk.
It was drizzling just a bit now, after the earlier heavy rain. A gentle breeze and warm with it.
I sneaked a selfie while going back up in the elevator. Good job the Council have put the mirror in the lifts. Or not. Hehe!
5′ 2″ of impecunious, cuddly pensioner with dimples and hearing aids… I can’t understand how I have not been snapped up by some senior jaguaress by now? Hahaha!
As I exited the lift into the twelfth-floor lobby, the beauty and intricate care that was taken in making this an appealing, attractive, pleasant homely atmosphere to live out our last few months in, nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Is my wit rampant this morning? Hehehe!
0120hrs: Back up in the flat and all the clothing stored away.
I foolishly opened the window to take a morning view photographicalisation, and the stored rainwater ran down the frame gulley and spilt right on the new radiator and the floor! Oh, I was annoyed!
Had a wee-wee. Made a brew and got the hearing aid maintenance done.
Back to the Porcelain Throne. Success, this time. Slow evacuation, but a painful push and gigantic elongated plonk solved the issue. Haha!
Got to finish off yesterdays diary and got it posted.
Had a wee-wee. Tsk!
Visited the WordPress Reader next. During which; I got the dreaded blue screen come up when I was on WordPressing – Message ‘Thread Stuck in…’ but it went off before I could read any more. Tsk! Restarted and going again, but very slow.
Keep feeling a bit shivery then seem to be sweating? I’ll nip out later to the chemist and see if they can recommend summat or other for me to take. Not been feeling too bad earlier, got the laundry done and updated the posts. Then, the Flu (I assume) started to make me feel wobbly. Poor old thing. Hahaha!
Tried Facebook to see how things went. Working at the moment.
Created a graphic for the TFZers Visit Nottingham album, posted it to the TFZ page and Facebook album. Pattie, Lona and Mary in the middle TFZer gals.
Then TFZer Patricia made my day by calling at the flats to see me!.
Then, I met Sandie and Joycie in the City Centre near the Pizza place.
These for gals arrived in the foyer on a visit. I think they got sidetracked en route, mind.
Got the ablutions tended to next. Waste bags were taken to the chute.
Off out. Down Chestnut Walk and to the hut.
Gossip with some other folks, then out to the bus stop. Bus into town.
Called in the Poundland store. Got pork pies, chocolate Almonds and nibbles.
Out and down to the City Centre.
Walked to Chapel Bar and into the Pound Shop there. Got some containers and DVDs, used the self-serve till, cause there was no on the checkouts.
Out and to Sainsbury’s, got some Wholemeal bread thins for 89p.
The rain started coming down.
Tsk!
Hobbled back to the Slab Square.
Had a walk around looking for opportunities to take some moody photos.
I was feeling in good spirits, and the coughing seemed to ease off a lot.
I made my way to the front of the Council House.
Took this reasonable effort t ouse later.
The rain was getting worse now, so I hybernated temporarily under the shop fronts on Long Row East.
From where I took these two pictures that came out alright, I thought.
Up Queen Street to the bus stop and engaged in a chinwag with a lady waiting. And we continued on the bus until she got off on Gordon Street.
To the apartments and in the flat. Had a wee-wee and started to get the nosh out to put it way… What a Pratt! I’d left all the stuff I bought at the self-service till in the Poundland shop at the side of the self-serve till! I remember having problems getting the things through and changing the bags around, I reckon that’s when I had a Dennis Dizzy at the same time, so assume now, this is what happened.
Nosh put in the oven. Feeling well pissed off at myself. Did the HC’s and medications.
Did the Nosh.
Had the ready meal and added some sausages. I surprised myself considering how rotten I felt with the dizzies and shakes, but I ate the lot of it! Accompanied by some banging, tapping and drilling from the flat above.
Washed the pots and as I settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner a mood of deep unhappiness with things are going came over me. The pathetic self-pity overcame me. I tried to think logically (An impossibility) and weighed up the was causing this, analyse them and ponder on what I could do to pull myself up and free of the current feelings of sadness, despair and futility. The odd sneeze and coughing bouts accompanied this.
The causes were apparent even to me; The increasing ailments, a sense of being isolated despite many people around me, I can go days without talking to anyone. Dispiritedness, self-loathing, confusion and on and on; But the worst is the increasing dysthymia (I think that’s the word).
The sure knowledge that this computer is on the verge of packing up and taking away my only contact with the world, my love and hobby from me. And I just don’t know what to do to put things right. I understand that my situations are beyond any resarciate success.
I’d thought in the past, that going senile would be something one would not be aware of mentally, and did not concern myself overly with the thought. Of course, now it is arriving and taking up residence in my grey cells, I realise that one is aware of it. Some of the time and this makes it very hard and problematical to accept as you know full well anything, event or happening will find its way into ones labyrinthine brain of confusion, some never to be seen or heard of again, others to torment you eternally.
I’d been pondering on this for ages without any signs of resolution, or even understanding appearing in my foggy brain. And the Fire Alarm strobe and pillow shaker activated. More frustration! Nothing in my life is getting in order, arranged or successful. So, I had to go through the usual rigmarole again; Dismount the recliner, find and fit the hearing aids, go to the door and check the handle with the back of my had for any heat – None. (But there were the INR Test Results in the letterbox), so I open the door to listen for any alarms, there were none sounding, then go to the kitchen and open the window and look down to see if any emergency vehicles were there, none were. I have to go through this everytime a false activation occurs, and this is many times a week. It does my getting any sleep no-good at all. It is just another thing to assist my unwanted and feared passage into further mental derangement.
I must let Jenny know about this activation on Monday. Bless her. No point in doing anything now, it being a Saturday as I write this, and no one can respond anyway, as the Nottingham City Homes only monitor, not repair alarms on weekends. Not that this alarm went through to the Response Centre anyway, otherwise I would have got a call from them to check on things, and I didn’t get one.
Settled back in the chair and was soon off into the land of Nod again, despite the unremitting, nagging thoughts wandering through the brain at random.
A few hours later, it happened again. I had to go through the whole up and check palaver once more! Once more the activation did not get through to the Control Room. Just as well, but had it been an actual activation?
This time sleep did not come quickly. I lay there worrying and fretting over world issues, going bonkers, the bleeding from Inchies lesion, the hole in my trousers, the INR results… You name the concerns, and there is a chance it was in the brain-box somewhere tonight. Tsk!
Out of interest, this little hobble along Mansfield Road was in fact only 0.3 miles in length.
The claimed time of the walk on the Google as in the screen-grab was six minutes. Of course, it took me a lot more. Partly due to my stopping to take the photographs, calling in a shop to get fodder and waiting for the bus back up the hill. At least I walked down it and along the road, despite Hilda Hips not being happy about it. Hehe!
There were so many closed down retail units, it was saddening.
Some of those that are still trading today are clearly struggling to make it pay.
I wonder how long it will be before an implosion of failure and bankruptcy floods the country, then explodes the economy altogether?
With even the big retail companies like Tesco hiding their losses and claiming to be doing better than they actually are, what does the future hold for the small entrepreneur?
First I walked to the Library.
You’ll notice, that no patrons are going in or out.
In fact, there was nobody about at all, and this does not bode-well for the local business impresarios does it?
To my right across the road, a confusing sign on the Hair & Beauty Shop.For there
For there was certainly no one in the shop or building, perhaps they had given up and gone on to offer a visit my home, or I’ll visit yours to have your hair done, and left the mobile phone number so the ladies could ring them?
If so, I hope it works out for them.
On the back of the roof, I could see pigeons appearing and disappearing.
The next shop along to the right has not done any good over the last ten years, I’m afraid.
The last bloke to make anything of it was Duncan something or other. He did washing machine and cooker repairs and second-hand sales. Until about ten years or so ago, when he was arrested for buying stolen goods. There must have been other charges because Big Ron tells me he’s still inside.
Up to an alleyway between two shops, the long gone brothel has now been made into nine flats.
Must have been a busy brothel once? Hehe!
Further, along on the other side of the road, the failed hot potato shop, called ‘Just Potatoes’.
Even the Estate Agents to the left of the eatery has moved elsewhere now.
Same side of the road further up, another failed business.
A poster told me it was up To Let. Where I imagine it will remain for a long, long time. It was last used as an entertainment come Bingo and one-arm bandit place. Now, this, I thought might have taken off in Nottingham, with it being full of alcoholics, pickpockets, shop lifters and already having more betting shop outlets per capita of anywhere on earth!
The two units next to the Polish Restaurant were closed down, after some poor soul trying to make a living out of takeaway food.
At the junction of Marshall Street, what a disheartening sight.
No less than three bankrupt food take-away shops in a row! None of them has traded for many years now.
Over the road, the sign To Let – Ground floor and first floor retail.
He’d been there for a good few years too, poor chap, a victim of the current financial markets?
Still, I suppose it might help stop people buying tropical pets and killing or abandoning them? The poor chap has been raided a few times over the years.
The old bedding shop unit was still empty and unwanted by any of the other entrepreneurs.
And who can blame them with the current uncertainty in the country and world?
Doomed! We’re all Doomed!
Two more abandoned hopes and dreams further up the hill.
At least I think that Akaldeep (Owner of the Discount Shop, has some other retail units to fall back on. He and his wife always seemed happy and friendly when I went in his store here.
I’m not sure if Darcy’s second hand stolen goods store had closed or not. Maybe he does not open on a Monday?
I’ve never seen anyone who does not look like Arthur Daley, has four or more kids with her or a nose broken bouncer go into the place anyway.
Thus ended my little photographicalisationing hobble.
But I had another later:
Nine closed down food outlets, and they open two more doomed to failure outlets?
It amazes me how they can expect to make it pay?
Never on, on I plodded.
The Golden Grill has seen better days.
So, remember folks; If you venture to Nottingham… just be careful. Hehe!
0435hrs: Greeted by Duodenal Donald as I woke and lay there doing my best to recall the dreams, but only vague memories of a dustbin lorry and giant live jelly babies walking the streets, lingered? No idea!
Disentangled me from the £300 economy second-hand recliner ASAP and off to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty evacuation session. A lot easier again this morning. The cut I got shaving yesterday had stopped bleeding leaving a beautiful pattern of blood in the shape of a question mark on and down the cheek to the neck. (Just thought I’d mention it like, Hehe!)
I noticed how grotty the wetroom floor looked. So I got the second mop and bucket out and gave it a good scrub up. I have two mops and buckets you know? I bought the expensive rotating to dry the head one cause it looked easy to use (As it turned out it was far easier to stub my toe on as it happens). Found it did not work on the knobbly floor of the wetroom and had to buy another.
Returned to the chair and again, there were signs of ‘Tidbit Nibbling Activity’ overnight, Again! Crumbs, empty crisp packet, vine tomato stems… Tsk!
Into the kitchen and viewed the murky morning outside.
It soon cleared up and the sun started to break through.
Spotted where I’d been at the tomatoes overnight.
Took the medications, made a mug of tea and got the tablet pots sorted out for next week.
Health Checks completed, all looking good apart from the increase in pulse and the weight!
Got the peas and potatoes in the saucepan and added water and vegetable seasoning for them to soak until ready to be boiled.
Had a wee-wee and got the computer on and started the diary updating to here.
Posted yesterday’s off, then did some WordPress reading.
Onto Facebooking then.
Duodenal Donald keeping on bothering me and for no reason a sudden depression hit me? I feel terribly low, no gusto, no interest… Oh dear.
I’ll make an early meal, see if that cheers me up.
Although the fodder tasted nice, the spirits did not improve at all.
A fatigue of sorts dawned after gobbling up the meal.
A shadow, a curtain, a genuine tiredeness, weariness, drained. Felt a right Eedle-doddle, as the Scots would say. (Always loved this phrase)
Hence, I did nothing but watch the TV and dose off, watch the TV then dose off… for the rest of the day and night.
Felt awful when I sprang awake many hours later to find it was not even time to go to bed yet?
Very odd, pointless, confusing, uselessness, worrying, a semi-obliviousness day of vague nothingness? Hehe!
Woke around 0400hrs: Dream about my being on a horse, in a medieval village that had traffic signs, and spaceships in the sky lingered for a few moments, then faded.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne. Good job I put on the protection pants last night – Haemorrhoid Harold had been leaking badly. Saved a lot of washing they did. Tended to a clean-up session then into the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks. Pulse up to 91 and the weight down to 14.66 so not all bad.
Other ailments seemed kind this morning, well, apart from Duodenal Donald that is.
I cleaned up some pots I’d missed last night and got the computer on – full of hope and anticipation… fingers crossed! First turn-on, it did not load at all, just the working ring going around on the black screen? Left it for a few minutes but no change occurred, so turned off at the plugs and tried again.
A bit of success here: CorelDraw 2017 had come back online! Supposedly, my changing the payment details had worked? Just hope next time I start the thing, CorelDraw will continue to work for me! Not only that, but I’ve been online now for over an hour without any freezing or becoming unresponsive. But this had happened before, so I’m not getting too excited yet.
WordPress worked now too! So I got the diaries caught up with, making one for two days, Wednesday & Thursday, posting it off.
Started this one off.
0815 hrs: Took these pictures from the kitchen window by hanging out of it to avoid the glass reflection.
The first one I chose Sunset mode, the second Scenery mode? Thought the shadows from behind looked beautiful. The colouring was a lot different. The beloved Copse, the gravel pathway up the hill into the park look so different in each photograph, and the colouring of the houses too, I thought.
0827hrs: Decided to get the ablutions tended to. I crossed my fingers that Chrome and WordPress and CorelDraw come on working when I start the computer again later.
No, it’s no good, I’ll reboot now to find out.
All okay and working, but we’ll see later eh? Maybe my removing the translation programme helped? Dare not try Facebook yet, it might ruin the rest of the things currently working for the first time in ages?
See yers later, going to do the ablutions and go to Arnold to see the ducks and get some fodder in. TTFN.
When I got to the lift to go down, I noticed a 2½ inch long beetle on the carpet. Had to take several photos of it to get this one below. Tomorrow morning I got on the web and looked up details about the creature. Seems it is a Cockchafer Beetle. Never seen one before.
Lovely chinwag at the bus stop with some other tenants.
Got into Arnold and dropped off at the Sainsbury store.
Came out with a beef pie another packet of Surimi and some lemon curd yoghourts. Spent £7.50 in all.
I had a right nasty attack from Dizzy Dennis on the walk to Front Street and the market place then the Fulton Food Store.
A little worrying this one was, left me feeling a bit wobbly although I don’t think I was actually wobbling if you know what I mean?
Called at the open market and found a greengrocery stall selling fresh garden peas at less (£1.50 a lb) than at the Victoria Centre (£1.98 a lb) who tried to con me the day before and sell me old stock. The chap thankfully took the stock from what were on show, and they looked gorgeously fresh to me. (Why I got these at the cost of £3, I’m not sure because I already had some in the fridge at the flat?)
It was a beautiful day with so few pavement cyclists around too.
Had another dizzy on the way to the Fulton Food Store, only a minor one this time, all over in seconds. Nothing of interest to me in Fulton’s, they, like their Bulwell Store yesterday, had not got any blackcurrant ice cream lollies, sterilised milk or tinned chestnuts in stock, so I departed without any purchases and limped over to Asda (Walmart) for a look around. That was a mistake! I spent £14.74 here, and none of the products I bought was really needed! Fool!
As I came out intent on visiting the mallard ducks in the park, another dizzy convinced me not to, and get the L9 bus back to the flat sharpish. Luckily one was due in 15 minutes. Met a lady tenant at the bus-stop and had a gossiping session.
Back at the flats, yet another Dizzy Dennis episode. My next flat neighbour held the door open for the rest of us to enter the foyer. Thanked her profusely. I hung back from getting on the lift with the other tenants to regain some composure. Got the lift up and I arrived on floor twelve, before the other lift. Because there were so many folks dropping off of it to other levels. The lady was surprised to see me holding the door open to the flats for her, telling her one good favour deserves another. Hehe!
Got into the apartment and yet another little Dizzy Dennis visitation. I took the medications with an extra Omeprazole and got the fodder stored away. Visited the porcelain throne and had to change and clean things because of Haemorrhoid Harold had been ‘leaking’ somewhat.
Tiredness came suddenly, and I felt so weary. Not poorly or ill or anything, just weary. I got the meal ready earlier than usual, in case I did feel worse later. I enjoyed the beef pie so much yesterday, I had a similar meal to that one, but simpler.
The pie with caramelised gravy and tonnes of the fresh pod peas, two little potato waffles, some tasty tomatoes and a lemon drizzle dessert.
I ate the lot of it and swiftly fell asleep. Luckily, after I had placed the used tray with the dirty dish and cutlery on the next chair.
Woke an hour os so later, and off to the Porcelain Throne again, so tired?
But no more Dizzy Dennis bother at all. Reflux Roger replaced Dennis then. Hehe!
Did the Health Checks while I was up and about, washed the dishes and settled to watch some TV.
Nodded off at the first set of advertisements that came on and slept all the way through to 0430hrs in the morning!
Woke with a start around 0240hrs. Got the pencil and scribbled notes about the dream I had been having. Had a bad headache Rare for me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me much grief, very bad. Worrying over the computer the cause, perhaps?
Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took a Codeine Phosphate and an Omeprazole capsule then had a wee-wee. Noticed I was getting low on stocks of medications and thought it must be time to fetch the next prescriptions?
Back in the rickety recliner and read the notes about the dreams. Similar to one the night before. Nighttime, on a train with other people I knew, but could not put a name to? We were making plans to carry out something involving secrecy… finance and shredding tiddlywinks? We kept getting visitors to the carriage and interviewing them for some reason… The train crashed and none of us in the carriage were hurt… We ended up searching the bodies and wounded for tiddlywink markers, and giving the wounded an Extra Strong Mint each? Lots more took place I felt, but I couldn’t recall any more details.
Settled back and amazingly I dropped off to sleep again, until 0630hrs. Up and to the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding badly, but Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Roger were okay and no signs of any bother from Diahorrea Derek. Looking good, but I could not fully appreciate this as I was still fretting over the Goggle Chrome problems.
Looked nice outside when I went to make a mug of tea.
Did the Health checks, the weight had gone back down a bit from yesterday.
Got the internet on and tried out the email to see if any ongoing problems still.
After half an hour, Google Chrome had not gone unresponsive – but it took a while to start yesterday and never stopped all day, so I’m not getting any hopes up yet.
Finished off the Saturday Diary, back to the Porcelain Throne, not problems. Notice some mail had been delivered. Two letters. One from The Pensions Service, who had put the wrong Postcode on the address when I moved here in July 2016, and I had to contact them three times over two months to get them to change the Postcode so I could use the form for my ID with the bank. Telling me that I had ‘A Change in my Account Details’. No rush!
The other from the Cancer Screening Programme telling me no further action required.
Sorted next weeks medication pots out.
The stomach keeps on rumbling and stinging a bit again. Might just be Duodenal Donald offering me a variety in his attack? Hehe!
Hello… the damned going unresponsive Google Chrome has started again!
Selected Wait option, a few minutes later it came back on.
We’ll see.
Well, would you believe it?
I think you might. Bloody Virgin Media Internet has gone down now!!!
Sunday again, it always goes down on a Sunday!
Luckily by the time I’d done the graphic on the left, it was back on.
Getting the picture onto WordPress, and guess what happened this time?
Yes, Google Chrome went into Unresponsive Mode yet again, when I opened Gmail!
How Microsoft, Google and Virgin can get away with not showing any help, shame, ignominy, or self-denunciation with their obvious con-job of pretending their services work correctly, is enough to shame Tony Blair and Stalin!
They are all first-rate con-merchants, crooks, swindlers, bilkers, cheaters, deceivers, fleecers, flimflammers, fraudsters, sharks, philargyrists, ingordigious, acquisitive, venal, money-grubbing, rapacious, and quomodocunquising!
They ruin people’s lives financially, emotionally and cruelly with offering hopes within their lies of perfection, and charge the earth for a service of the greatest uncaring, unconcerned nature!
Hitler and Stalin would have closed them down and Tony Blair would have bought them out!
Now, I just may sound a little bit pee’d off with Google Chrome, Microsoft, PC World, not being able to get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out?
This is because I am pee’d off with Google Chrome, Microsoft, PC World, not being able to get on Facebook’s TFZ page and my own failure to get the computer sorted out? It had to be said! Grumph!
Plan to have mixed mushrooms with a lamb hotpot for fodder today, with some potato farls, before they go out of date too far, and because I have no bread in stock, due to having to stay in just in case the Computer Tech Man Sam calls.
Decided to turn off and read the Emotions book for while.
After I’d taken a peep at the TV magazine and chosen some good programmes to watch later.
Fed-up with struggling on the computer.
And Arthur Itis, although being kind to my knees and ankles, decided to have ago at the hands and fingers. At least he moves around a bit. Hehe!
Got the meal prepared and consumed. Lamb hotpot with some extra gravy. Nice!
Soon fell sleep and woke a few hours later.
Tried to watch the Gogglebox with some success this time, managed a good two hours before nodding off.
Woke around 0020hrs, stomach rumbling badly, but nothing on the Throne but the wind?
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, took an extra painkiller and got off without much bother again.
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0315hrs: I stirred to find the footstool cover in a bundle on the carpet? But first things first, an urgent need of the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne had to be responded to, so off to the wetroom I went. Not a pleasant experience, but I got a chance and the time to read the Emotions vade mecumsvade. Again, I reread what I had read to get it to sink into the brain so I could understand what she was writing and getting at. But it’s coming, and I am rather pleased that my persistence and progress, slow as it is.
Cleaned things up after ten minutes efforts and into the kitchen to put the kettle on, do the health checks and take the medications. I got as far as getting the kettle on and had to return to the Throne! A longer session this time, so I enjoyed reading the book again.
Back into the kitchen and did the checks, all right I think. Sys 150, Dia 80, Pulse 86, Temperature 35.5, and the weight down again! 14.59 which was nice, considering I did not have a meal yesterday but did nibble on and off, should I be glad? Took the medications with another anti-diarrhoea capsule.
I felt rather visurient and decided to take a photographicalisation from the balcony of to the North to get the beautiful new greenery in the shot. Got into the front room and noticed the pile on the floor, so investigated.
Sometime during the night I’d wrapped up the slippers in the footstool cover and put it on the floor?
Released and put the slippers on (No wonder I couldn’t find them earlier, Tsk!) and replaced the tartan cover on the stool thingy.
At which time, another demand to use the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to be responded to, back into the wetroom and on with the book again. Getting fed-up with the bowel problems now. But, at least I got some reading in, and the previously copious evacuations had got far less this morning even if they were more frequent.
Out onto the balcony and took the image.
Back to the kitchen to make the mug of tea, No desire for any food at the moment, not even a small pot of porridge interested me.
Got the computer on and as it started, yet another trip to the Throne had to be done. More reading less bothers but unfortunately, things had begun, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding and cleaning and medicating was needed. So, currently, I thought I was doing well really. Duodenal Donald was being good to me, Arthur Itis very fair, Roger Reflux not bad at all, the right foot wound pain was easing off very well, Hernia Harry was in a good mood with me too. Only Anne Gyna and Diahorrea Derek were really bothersome. I decided to wait and see how things go before opting to risk a walk out today, cause sure as heck I’ll be trouble if the Trots start while I’m out and about. Oh dear!
Apart from Sister Jane and Pete and popping to take the keyboard stickers to Bill in flat 33, I’ve not spoken to or seen anyone for days now. Nice to know I could have been laying dead in the apartment and would have been no bother to anyone. Hehehe!
Got yesterday’s diary and the funny retirement poem finished and posted off.
The innards have started rumbling again now.
Started this post off and did the graphics.
Did some WordPressing, then went on Facebook to catch up with the TFZers.
Started some graphics.
Google Chrome keeps freezing repeatedly? Tsk!
Back to try and get back on. Gave up and got the ablutions done.
Went out for a hobble into Sherwood and back.
I ranged up the hill through my beloved Copse. Bootiful… apart from the beer cans, crisp packets, McDonald’s boxes, plastic coffee cups etcetera.
Tsk!
Up to the path and left down in towards Mansfield Road.
Not too many folks around this lunchtime. But some were being taken a walk by their pet dogs, and I took a while to watch them and their differing antics when it comes to “Running and fetching the ball back” to the owners.
Some did so, some partly so and one actually looked in amazement at its owner, ignored the ball altogether and wandered off to have a pee near the trees. A Scottish Terrier dog that was, I think.
Coming out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, and left up to the hill, a young Pavement Cyclist, who I assumed to be drunk or drugged was swaying all over the place on his little bike.
Up over the hill and down to the shops.
Called into Wilko and got some black refuse sacks.
Then down into the Co-op store and got two cobs, potato waffles, a TV paper and some mushrooms. Got a £1 off my next £5 spend before May 20th voucher with my change.
Left the store and had a very slow hobble up Winchester Street hill.
As I approached the junction, two ‘Pavement Cycling youths passed me, nowhere close to me, mind.
They saw my camera and got off and pushed their bikes near where the pedestrians were. Jolly decent of them I thought. Well done lads!
The woman on the disability scooter banged into one of the chairs and broke it moments later, it would have been good to have caught her in the photo.
Up the hill, looking at flora and fauna occasionally. The legs and feet were not bad at all today.
Finally getting to Chestnut Walk and left down towards the flats. As I walked on the verge looking down through the trees and bushes I came across so much detritus it was disheartening.
As I got near the bird poop covered seat, a squirrel was on the bench, and I decided to try and catch his image…
I was too slow.
Hehehe!
Further to the end to cross over the Walk to the flat entrance doors, and a lovely bird on the grass caught my eye.
It was very windy, and his/her constant moving meant I had to take several shots before I could get one that was reasonable.
Shared the lift with two nurses up to the flat.
First things first, a visit to the Porcelain Throne, nicely times and not too bad a session… still had to clean things mad me up afterwards, though.
So glad I managed not to get caught out on the hobble, cause me taking my time could have cause problems?
Got the purchases out of the bag.
Put the mushrooms with an added tiny tin of peas in the saucepan, got the oven warming up and then the computer on to update this tosh.
Several wee-wees were needed during this process, but no heavy duty session, despite the now rumbling innards again. Humph!
Fish into the heated oven added some of the waffles later, and Heigh-ho, off to the Porcelain Throne. Duodenal Donald had been and was bleeding and so very sore, and a session of mammoth proportions ensued.
Served the meal up, with the rather very much more well-done fish that I would have liked due to the time demands of the last Porcelain Session.
I thought it looked inviting and rather tasty, but the newly inflamed innards would not allow me to risk eating anywhere near all of it.
Somehow I did the health checks in between some false alarms and one or two mammoth, lengthy and messy evacuations. Sorry. It had to be said; I’m in a pickle here! Hehe!
Finally, the stomach seemed to settle down a bit.
Watch some of the “Still Open All Hours” DVD. As for nodding off, the rumbling, rambling, bubbling and grumbling that seemed to be getting suddenly worse again, made sure there was no kipping for ages.
Sister Jane rang to see how I was – I must have looked bad when they visited because she didn’t tell me off about anything? Hehehe!
Somehow I did the health checks in between checking things in the lower region, passing wind and belching.
Whenever sleep arrived, I don’t know, but I was up and on a mission to get to the Porcelain Throne on time at 0300hrs.
0325hrs: The previous four hours had been a terrible nightmare of Diarrhoea Daniel prompted pebble-dashing sessions on the Porcelain Throne. Very slowly, but thankfully these are receding now. How long for I don’t know. Getting far less frequent. Scared to have anything to eat now, though.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 148 – Dia 80 – Pulse 84 – Temp 36.2 – Weight 14.65
Took the morning medications with another ADR capsule, and made a mug of tea.
Updated yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Then off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, mess and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
0405hrs: Off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, quantity, mayhem and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
I banged the right foot on the corner of the cabinet, right on the tender wound scar! I nearly swore I can tell yer! Hehe!
Made another mug of tea, then I thought the view outside warranted an effort at getting a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation. Opened the window to hang out of to take this hopefully masterpiece. And I could hear the bird chicks demanding their breakfast. This was without any hearing aids in.
I don’t think it came out as particularly good, though.
Still, it did give me the opportunity to bang my head on the frame while closing the window. Tsk!
Did some WordPress reading.
What to eat with the least risk to the ‘Trots’ came to mind. I’ve got some Wonky potatoes in the cupboard. I thought I had some rice as Patti Beckert suggested, but can’t find it. Tsk! Will a bit of battered Cod fish and a few boiled potatoes be alright, without any tomatoes, beetroot or other embellishments?
Getting the potatoes in the saucepan on a low light, I came across this misshapen one. Put it in with the others.
Then went on Facebook.
Then started doing some Graphicalisationing. Starting with one of Herr Lynton Cox.
Using a Mad Professor picture from Pixabay.
This is the result.
Hope Lynton likes this.
No calls to the Porcelain Throne in over an hour now, nearly two actually.The rumbling is still there in the innards
The rumbling is still there in the innards mind you, but far less volatile.
Flipping Heck! I just sneezed and found myself in immediate need of visiting for a pebble-dashing session on the Porcelain Throne!
Ten-minute later, I returned to write this paragraph, with water in my eyes! Hehe!
Did another graphicalisation, this one of Martin Shuttlecock.
I made this one into Sepia mode to fit in with the time period that suited it. He’s delivering beetroots with a bottle of Guinness and his trusty dog.
Then I moved on to make a start on a TFZer attempt at humour… but had a diversion again to the Porcelain Throne!
Oh, dear…
So tired and weak feeling.
Sat down and tried to get some rest or even sleep.
Only a few more movements were needed to the Throne, no more than eight or so all night. But the bubbling brewing and rumbling from the innards did not stop at all.
Could not muster any enthusiasm for anything, even thinking went out the window. Hehe!
I could not face doing any ablutions.
Took the medications but didn’t have a meal of sorts, I did nibble all night though, biscuit, crisps, potatoes, iced lolly even a bar of chocolate? A good sign perhaps?
TV on, Dizzy Dennis paid a few visits, and there were many visitations for a wee-wee throughout the night. Hours of nodding off and waking.
Hey-ho!
Today, a day of discomfort, depression and angst popped along,
Devoid of fun, contentment, direction, hope or song,
Not much occurring so this diary cannot be very long,
Times like this, I must have confidence and be strong,
Not like a Hero, to win me a gong,
But accept Whoopsiedangleplops are due to my failings all lifelong,
Porcelain Throne visits are like pebble dashing, and boy does it pong!
It’s payback for the things I’ve failed at and done wrong,
The wind escaping and rumbling innards the whole nightlong,
All night I was worrying and fretting; Why am I not strong?
If I went to Australia, would I recognise a Currajong?
Will Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis be on-song?
Will I ever meet an alien, bigfoot, Elvis or King Kong?
Anyway, how does one sound an umlaut or diphthong?
0030hrs: Woke hanging half in and half out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the mind racing and worrying about all sorts of things, but these were overtaken by the need to visit the Porcelain Throne.
As I stood myself up, the big toe stung and reminded me of last nights ‘Toe Stubbing’ in the kitchen!
Haemorrhoid Harold had been and was bleeding a little, Anne Gyna was in a bad mood. Arthur Itis was the opposite and in a good mood with me. Duodenal Donald was far easier this morning, and Little Inchy had calmed down and not bleeding at all. No signs of Dizzy Dennis either. Looking good!
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Again, looking okay, to me? The weight was up a bit though.
I had a read of the book Andy sent me, ‘Emotions’ again, but I’m having to read the same bits repeatedly. A clever or educated person wrote this.
With so much going on with the estimated timing of the orders from Amazon over the next few days confusing me, I consulted the Google diary:
I decided to send an email to the Doctor’s surgery, explaining I would not be able to get to my INR Blood test today, having to stay in because an email from Amazon told me the delivery would be arriving today. (We’ll see eh?) I can then go to the City Hospital for the blood test tomorrow, after Susan, the foot lady has visited me?
The other things ordered should be arriving over the next few days? Messy innit? Next time someone asks me to order something for them, I’ll think twice. Hehe!
Constant pain and hassle can be detrimental to one’s health, mental and otherwise.
Made a mug of tea and wrote the email and sent it to the Surgery.
Finished the Monday Diary and posted it, then started this one off.
Did some Facebooking then.
Onto CorelDraw 2017 and did a graphic for the TFZer site.
One of the parcels arrived from Amazon via a despatch lorry. Now had time to fit in the INR Blood Test today.
Did the ablutions and got changed and ready for the hobble to the hospital.
On the way out, I called at the flat of the chap whose name escapes me, who asked me to order the keyboard letters. He was not in. I left a copy of the Email about the delivery through his letterbox.
I met Roys wife in the lobby and we had a laugh and chinwag.
As I got out to cross the road to the gravel path up to the Park, I realised how quiet it was… then went back up to the flat and got the one working hearing aid put in. Tsk!
Set out again, not through the park this time, but along to Winchester Hill and down into Sherwood, right at the traffic light junction and all the way down and left onto the Valley Ring Road.
Down to the next traffic island and right up and into the hospital grounds.
Passed some wonderful wildflowers, en route. Also, noticed they had extended the tennis courts. Including a new Petanque Court. Never heard of this game? I looked it up, it’s apparently a bit like Boules?
Entered by the side of the GUM clinic.
I thought about walking by the window in case the usual Hitlertarian receptionist was on duty to give him a wave… but decided against this. Haha!
To the top of the drive and right into the Phlebotomy Department, took a queue ticket from the machine, sat down and got the crossword book out. Half an hour later, my number was called out, and I limped to Clinic 2 Bay Three as instructed.
Soon got the sample taken and I was off, after giving the nurse some nibbles. The nurse was from Poland and she could not wait to go home she said.
I left and hobbled back to the flats by a different route this time and ended up not sure where I was going. Fancy that!
I cut through private areas and woodland managing to get my bearings again.
Over the ring road and up into Sherwood.
The old legs and feet were aching well now!
Onto Mansfield Road, left over the hill and down to the entrance into Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Not many folks about now, some of the vehicle drivers had put their lights on.
Up through the park and right down by the Croft on my right, and was visited by Dizzy Dennis and he was not happy.
Got in, wee-wee’d and made this map of the route I’d hobbled.
Dizzy Dennis had another go at me. I had a pot of porridge.
Updated this tosh again. Facebooked a while.
Had another pot of porridge, stomach rumbling joined in now. Blimey, Dizzy Dennis again, and Haemorrhoid Harold has forced me to clean up and put the protective pants on again. I’m going to get a cup of tea, take the medications and just sit down.
