Inchcock – Monday 8th May 2017: Nature hobble, Whoopsidenagleplop and Accifauxpa, today. Tsk!

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Monday 8th May 2017

Filipino: Lunes Mayo 8, 2017

0405hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Did the ablutions while in the wetroom. Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore as heck, Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Duodenal Donald I could sense was getting ready to give me more bother today, and Dennis Dizzy had a go at me twice while I was in there ablutionalisationing.

Did the Health Checks and finalised last week’s log. All right I reckon?

6Sat04

Creamed the areas in need. Took the medications and made a good strong mug of tea.

1Mon02Viewed the scenery outside and pondered on the plans for the day: Morrison Delivery arriving 0630>0730hrs, wanted to go and feed the ducks various birds at the Nottingham Arboretum, then go to the bank with the details needed and ask them for assistance with changing my address with the new pension company. Oh, I must call Jenny to tell her I will be going to the nosh session and ask her for the number of the computer engineer she recommended a while ago. Also, get some bread and vegetables. Then remembered I’ve to sort all the bank paperwork back into the dedicated folders. Made myself tired thinking of it all. Hehe! I’ll see what gets done eh?

Did some WordPress reading as I waited for the food to arrive – while consuming another mug of tea of course. Then recalled I’d ordered it for Thursday twixt 0800>0900hrs. Huh!

I rang Jenny, and she said the Computer man is no longer working, but she will get a number for another and let me know it later.

Did some Facebooking and then got the things and me ready to set off into town. Took the waste bin bags to the chute and replaced them with new ones ready, and took the empty, cleaned jars with me in the bag.

Down in the lift, met Olive and had a natter with her, then took the jars to the recycling bin and joined several other tenants waiting for the bus in the foyer. Another chinwag I enjoyed.

1Mon01Caught the L9 to town and dropped off at the terminus.

Crossed over the road by the tram stop, and hobbled down and up the hill to the Nottingham Arboretum Pond area.

Hardly anyone about, apart from students from the local Trent colleges.

Had a pleasant few minutes talking to the Mallard Ducks and their ducklings along with the pigeons who all came boldly to me and dined well.

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The baby Mallards showed no fear at all, and even competed with the other birds to get at the food!

1Mon02Many female University Students about on the way back, in the howling winds and nearly wearing clothes. Hehe! 

Hobbled to Victoria Centre (Mall) and called in Tesco. Got some Vegetarian Cottage Pie, a large Quorn one. Selling at £2 from £2.68 on Offer, fresh garden peas and Sourdough Bread.

Wandered up to the Fruit & Veg Market and got a few more pod peas. Wandered around Boots store.

1Mon04I liked the vehicle the Thai restaurant was using to advertise for themselves.

Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.

Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.

Then back to the L9 bus stop. Met the lady I chatted with on the way out, and we demolished some of the pod peas between us. Hehe!

A nasty looking accident between a taxi and a bus at the junction of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street.

Chinwagged and had a laugh with the lady tenant en route home.

1Mon06I stayed on the bus and went on into Sherwood, to the bank.

Gave a bloke the details as requested while the two people that had been dealing with my problems stood behind with some paperwork sorting – they did not even acknowledge me. I bet something else will be needed or go wrong and either Christine the advisor or Lisa the manager will be in touch again within a week or so. No confidence in them at all.

1Mon09

Took this zoomed-on picture of the far end up the hill, of Dornoch Avenue. Poor folks dwellings at the bottom, wealthy ones at the top?

Hobbled up Winchester Street Hill to the flat. Where I met a bloke who asked me to order some white on black keypad stickers for him from eBay. Said I would.

Got in and had a wee-wee, put the bits away and got the pod peas cooking, then put the Cottage Pie in the oven. (Although I failed to put the power on to the cooker, so an hour or so later I turned off the peas and heated the oven properly and waited for it to heat up. Twit!)

Ordered the things for the chap, but not on eBay but Amazon, where I found them cheaper for him.

Got a message back from Amazon – order refused – I’d used the old bank card. Humph! Went back to the site and changed to the new card. Then did the order again, cause it was refused again. Tsk! Finally got confirmation it had been taken alright. After two hours of faffing around.

 Updated this article.

1Mon08Went on Facebook while the oven heated up.

I’d grated some strong cheese on the top of the mashed potatoes on the ‘On Offer Priced’ Quorn Pie. Put some demerara sugar in with the podded peas.

I have to say, it was a yummy meal, one of the best for a while.

Rated this one at worthy 9.55/10. Hope that they are still on offer next time I go to Tesco again.

A Torchwood DVD was watched for a while from the box set. I think this series got worse the longer it ran, too complicated for me to follow.

Turned to the gogglebox later, and started the nodding off for a few minutes, wake up to find another programme on now, repetitions routine. Tsk!

Nipped into the kitchen to get a mug of orange juice from the fridge…

Whoopsiedangleplop / Accifauxpa time had arrived! I decided to wash the pots while in the kitchen… cut down the finger nail again with a knife, banged right knee of the cupboard door under the sink and overfilled the orange juice in the mug and had a right mess to clean up!

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, I turned off the TV and settled, soon started to drift off… Then the fretting began: ‘Did I turn off the tap?’, ‘Did I close the fridge door properly?’, ‘Did I leave the light on?’, ‘Did I leave the plug in the sink’ and ‘Did I leave the stove on?’… I could not settle until these worries were resolved.

Just had to go to investigate. That was when I stubbed my toe on the heater leg. Not just a standard stub, oh, no… this one almost made me yell out with agony!

Took an extra Codeine Phosphate and rubbed some pain gel on the tootsies and back to the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to relax again… Huh, as if!

Then, started worrying about my needless, or was it, worrying again? Everything that came into my mind seemed of a concerning, panicky, trepidation or consternation… was I turning into a masochist? Then I could not remember if I checked all my previous concerns in the kitchen, out of the recliner, limping a little more now after the good stubbing and checked the things…

I’d left the small ring on the cooker on. Turned it off, and once again returned limpingly to the chair with hopes of sleep foremost in my mind and seeking imperturbation.

Poor old thing! Hehehe!

Inchcock – Sunday 7th May 2017

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Sunday 7th May 2017

Finnish: Sunnuntai 07 Toukokuu 2017

7Sun01a0400hrs: Woke with a start, the dream I was having fresh in my mind, wrote down notes first thing I did. Then out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got on the computer to make a representation, best I could, of the dream.

I was out in the rain, trying to creosote a new garden shed in someone’s garden. With ogres (They didn’t look like these in the picture, but were not far off) in the background encouraging me with friendly ugs and growls that were not threatening at all, they seemed to be really intent on my succeeding with this impossible mission to get the shed creosoted? I recall I was licking the liquid as it splashed onto me? Every time I swiped the brush down the wood, it vanished? Ah. well.

After doing the graphic, I tried to sort myself out. No rubbish around the chair this morning, the washing from last nights meal had been all done and sorted, though I cannot remember doing it? But I do recall how tasty it was. I must try these Quorn imitation Beef Steaks again when they are on offer.

A visit to the porcelain throne went well, very well. No more bleeding from anywhere either.

7Sun02aEspied some more bits of the foil-like stuff from the laundry room on the carpet?

Perhaps one of the machine drums is flaking bits off? I’ll have a look when I’m down again.

Could it be we are bringing it up on our shoes as well as the washed clothes? Inspector Inchcock will investigate! Haha!

I got the new potatoes in the Crock-Pot on low and shelled the last of the pod peas and into the saucepan with some demerara sugar added ready to simmer later.

Made a mug of tea and got the Health-Checks done. Sys 161, Dia 87, Pulse 96, Temperature 35.9, Weight 14.72.

Took the medications with the tea for a change.

7Sun01Went to turn off the storage heater in the hallway as part of the enforced economy drive, and found a note had been posted through the letter box. I nearly picked up the phone to let Jenny (I keep calling her Penny for some reason, and she doesn’t like it at all, Tsk!) know, that I will be going but realised how early it was in time and stopped myself. Whoopsiedangleplop prevented there! Phew!

The computer utilised to update and finalise the last diary and to start this one off. I enjoyed making the graphic of the dream.

6Sat12aThen I did some WordPress reading.

Hung out of the window to see if the Morrison van was arriving, then like a shot me keen, alert mind realised it was Sunday, and I had the Morrison delivery yesterday.

Made a clot of myself when answering one of the comments from Orb80, trying to spell aurevoiur, and the spellchecker didn’t suggest what I wanted. Found out it should have been Au Revoir eventually. Tsk!

Then I tried one of the dream interpretation sites with details of last night’s dream and got this back:

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So, it seems I need a good emotional cleaning – I’m having secrets kept from me – The place within my psyche to store my ideas? – I might, have a bloom in my life, or need one – and: It’s time to cultivate a new relationship and nurture and grow aspects of my life.

Clear as mud, that. Yet interesting all the same.

Got the pod peas simmering in the pan, then went of Facebooking.

Car

Did some Graphicalisationing. TFZer Sandie and me in the Woods with her car. Hehe!

7Sun06dGot the meal sorted.

Very passable indeed. I cooked the last of the peas instead of having them raw for a change.

Watched some DVD without falling asleep.

Changed to TV to watch some football and a film.

Still didn’t fall asleep. In fact, I became unsure of when the next INR blood test and the visit to the bank were – got the computer on to check the calendar – and it wouldn’t load, the working symbol came on and nothing else? Turned all the power off and tried again, and it loaded? Oh dear!

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner again and watched som more TV – still not nodding off?

Don’t know when, but it must have been hours later I drifted off into slumber.

Inchcock – Wednesday 26 April 2017

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Wednesday 26 April 2017

Afrikaans: Woensdag 26 April 2017

Stirred around 0400hrs, no dream memories at all. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner (Worked smoothly without any shakes and shudders this morning too!) and off to the Porcelain Throne. All okay there, no bleeding from the front or rear end, and things went easily, perhaps a bit too easily, but absolutely no pain during the process.

Did the Health Checks next. Sys 161, Dia 73, Pulse 85, Temperature 35.5 and the weight was down again! 14.10lb.

3Wed01Began to worry about if the Hygiene ladies would visit today.

Got a good few reminders on the calendar for today.

Mind you, tomorrow’s ‘Things to Do’ list is even busier.

Not sure how I committed myself to the Fish & Chips meal with a gang of other tenants today, though.

I’m not an eater-outer usually. I think Penny might have scared me into going. Hehehe!

She rang last night to remind me not 3Wed04to miss the 1130hrs bus, bless her.

Made a mug of tea and got the diary finished and posted, then started on this one to here.

Made a list of things to remember when I go out later – it was still there when I got back hours later. Tsk!

Done some WordPressing then I visited Facebook. Middle of posting Facebook became unresponsive the message said. Tsk! Came back on, though.

Graphics I did yesterday added to the TFZer site and put in albums.

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On the last one, I tried to make it look like Lyzzi on the right was jumping up. Failed!

Carried out the ablutions.

No nurse arrived.

Washed some cleaning rags out and put them on the airer.

None of the Hygiene Ladies arrived.

Got the empty jars and bottles and went down and out to the recycle bin with them, then back into the foyer and waited for the bus with the other tenants going on the Free’ Nosh trip to Arnold.

3Wed05We piled on when the bus arrived and Penny gave a little lecture for a few minutes; I could not hear her and asked the cheery lady sat in front of me if it was anything important. She smiled and just said: “No dear!”

Had a bit of a dizzy after getting off the bus and during the little walk to the restaurant.

Couldn’t join in any conversations properly, other than with the chap sat next to me, so when those around laughed I laughed… that sort of thing.

The meal arrived in a convoy of servers and boy would you believe how some of them tenants ate so quickly. I had to take my time, partly due to Duodenal Donald and I needed to watch the others so I knew what cutlery to use and how to eat the food without embarrassing missen.

Battered haddock, mushy peas and chips. It didn’t look very appetising, but it tasted wonderful. Donald started grumbling before I finished, so I left a little of it. (Not much, mind, Hehe!)

I departed as some had done earlier, and went into Asda and had a wander around for ages. Had to take care not to allow any escapes of wind, as Reflux Roger joined in with Duodenal Donald giving some rotten attacks. Huh!

Ended up buying Fish Sticks, 4 miniature pork pies with pickle and next week,s TV paper – the buying of the magazine reminded me to look at the DVD players – Yes, I bought one. Not sure if I could handle setting it up, but the bloke two flats away said he would show me if I struggled to get it going.

To the bus stop and back to the apartment, in pain and well tired-out.

P1170430Wee-wee, kettle on and got the DVD thingy out and set it together okay, plugged it in, and the Jonathan Creek DVD started!

Needs a bit of colour, screen options and contrast sorting out later, when I find out how to do it.

Got the computer on to update this here diary, like.

Then did Facebook catch up.

The last Health Checks were done: Sys 171, Dia 75, Pulse 81, Temp 36.1. Sys high again, but I’m going to see the Doctor in the morning so can tell him/her. Then get back for the Tenants Social Hour hopefully, then out to the bank, then to the Clinic.

Not too good now, rumbling innards, the odd Dizzy Dennis visit, and the depression deepened. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me… I think, sometimes it is hard to identify which are Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s pains. Int life confusing sometimes? Hehe!

Settled to watch some of the DVD and toyed with it as I watched. Not successfully mind. I find now, I have to change (On the TV) the audio settings between watching TV and using the DVD. But not to worry, at least I can view a DVD now. Watched some Jonathan Creek episodes, but weariness (But why, I haven’t done much today?) took over and I turned off the set and box and was soon away dreaming.

TTFN all.

Inchcock – Monday 24th April 2017: Incorporating the midday(ish) dream that felt as real as any dream I’ve ever had!

1Mon01

Monday 24th April 2017

Malay: Isnin April 24, 2017

Woke, shaking a bit, and no memories of any dreams again. Duodenal Donald on form still. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee – Little Inchy

Feelings of low-esteem still with me.

1Mon02I got dressed and took the laundry down and got it going in the only washing machine of the two that was available this morning.

I think the other one conked out on Thursday or Friday?

Then, back up to the apartment and started the diaries on the computer.

Down and moved the things into the dryer, once more up to the flat.

Finished yesterday’s post. Did some WordPress reading. Duodenal Donald was getting worse, took the medications with many swigs of the medicine and an extra 30g Codeine Phosphate with the morning medications.

1Mon03Down to collect the washing.

Taking a bag of rubbish made up from bits from all the three bins, that it is far too early to throw down the chute, to leave near the caretaker’s door outside.

Took this quick photographicalisation.

Wiped the dryer and around, cleaned the filter and made my way up to the flat.

Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis.

Put the clobber away, things to use next time in the bag and got the kettle on.

1Mon04

Did the Health Checks while waiting.

Updated this post to here.

0435hrs: Gives me plenty of time to do some Facebooking before I have to prepare for the visit to the surgery for the INR Blood Level Test. Got carried away there – Three hours!

Put some nibbles in the bag for the nurse and staff, and got the medicationalising and ablutions done. By the time I’d freshened various parts up and dressed, I had to get a move on so as not to be late for the INR test.

Two resident ladies near the laundry room door in the foyer as I went out, managed a “Good Morning” and a smile to each of them. Olive and Betty I think.

Hobbled down Winchester Street, not a bad morning, nice and fresh, a bit of 1Mon06drizzle occasionally. Left up the hill to the crest, and down into Carrington.

Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were joined by Roger Reflux in giving me some hassle as I walked down the slope to the surgery… the I had to stop because Dennis Dizzy added his halfpennyworth.

This could be a nocive ridden day, I thought?

Dizzy Dennis disappeared (A bit of a mouthful there, sorry) as I entered the surgery waiting room. Booked in and sat down and got the crossword book out. The receptionist called me over, which Arthur Itis was pleased with I hobbled to the desk. She handed me a thick filled envelope. Hello hello, I whispered silently to myself.

1Mon08It was regarding the request I made six weeks or so ago for the I.D. needs for the bank transfer from the Doctor.

Several notes to and from people hand written in specialist Doctors style.

The last one, Action Pending I could read:

Mr Chambers: Unfortunately Dr Vindla said she cannot do this letter for you.

Fair enough that, at least they let me know. With my luck being as it is I didn’t get any hopes up anyway. Sad innit? Also sorry that Dr Vindla is still off poorly, I wanted to ask what she was off with but didn’t have the nerve to.

The phlebotomist Nurse, Yvonne fetched me in. Did the blood and it was at this point, as I took off the coat, I realised that earlier, I must have put the new trousers in the wash and put the old ones back on again, cause they were there hanging for grim life around my midriff. Tsk!

She patiently but quickly had a look at the Health Checklist I’m printed out and decided that the Sys was far too high and made a note on the computer for the Doctor (The Locum?). And when I have my appointment with him/her on Thursday, I’ve to mention it.

WP01She then pointed out when I asked her if I was doing the temperature correctly, that I wasn’t. Fancy that! I should set a timer for one minute then make contact with the skin under the arm and wait for this timer to run out. Evidently, the thermometer thingymabob pips or beeps three times, when it is done. But of course being hard of hearing I cannot hear it, this is why she suggested using the timer. Good isn’t she! Oh, and I have to wait after turning it on, until the LO shows up before applying it to the skin, easy when someone tells yer! Hehe! From here on, I should get the correct readings I hope. Tsk!

1Mon09Told her about the depressions and anxiety attacks and she gave me a leaflet/card with some contact numbers on to use if I liked.

Telephone numbers not very much use of course, but she said there are email addresses I can use too. In an effort to start a self-introductory session.

They are being run by the Nottingham City Clinical Commissioning Group it seems. I will be permitted to contact any one of the three numbers on the card. I’ll have a look at each website later. (Got around to this the following day, Tsk!)

Thanked her and gave her the nibbles.

Outside, the rain had stopped completely now, and down through Carrington to the Lidl store. Meandered around finally selecting some English Piccolo Tomatoes, Iced Lollies to replace the ones I left out of the freezer (Huh), plain greek yoghourt, two cheese-topped rolls and some of that they now call Hippopotaspuds!

Here they are in the saucepan later, awaiting water and cooking. Years ago I got some of these from Morrison’s, but they are not available much nowadays. They used to call them Apache Potatoes then. I think I enjoyed them a lot.

Caught a b05Thu12us back into Sherwood, the feet were aching now.

Called in the Wilko store to get some more of the Oust kettle descaler packs that I found splendid and efficient, (And cheap there too at £1 for a pack of two, £1.60 at Morrison’s) ready for next time I need them – assuming I don’t croak-out first like, of course.

Also got some cheap kitchen towels, spectacle lens cleaners, a bottle of bleach and some freshness booster.

Out and up the hill to the bus stop. Several other tenants waiting also. Had a chinwag and laughed with them.

Caught the bus and we were all soon squashed in the lift going up. Mabel to floor eight, and the other three of us all to level twelve.

1Mon07Got in and got the small Hippopotaspuds on a low light, and put the other things away.

Into the wetroom and made use of the Porcelain Throne… well I thought I was going to make use of the Porcelain Throne.

Much wind and rumbling, but no activity. I read the book for a while in hopes that things would start moving… and fell asleep!

There followed a dream that seemed so real, I nearly cried when I woke up to find it wasn’t. Taken from the notes I’d written after the dream, on the toilet paper. Haha!

I was nipper again, walking through the street in the Nottingham Meadows.

Suppose it must have been around 1950. It seemed so real and natural to me that I floated, almost flew a few inches from the roadway and didn’t actually walk…

1Mon10This photograph in sepia I have found in my files is of one of the roads I was floating through. It was Allport Street off Waterway Street… As I recall?

I don’t think any of the other lads and lasses knew I was there, or they could not see me?

There was a boy I used to pal up with who lived on Blackstone Street back then, who caught polio and passed away; And there he was playing in his back yard with whip and top with his pet dog, Rex. I landed nearby, and to my amazement, he saw me and came over, and we sat on a wall we used to do so often back then, chatted for what seemed ages. No idea what about, but am sure we laughed a lot. Until his Mam called him in for his tea. He left in the fashion we used to; “Tara, see yer later!”

As I was floating down the alleyway back onto the street, I woke up, nearly falling off of the porcelain throne. Felt horribly depressed that the dream was not reality. Hey-ho!

No rear end movement had taken place, I bent down to pick up the fallen crossword book and clouted myself spot on where I hit the head yesterday! Or was it the day before? Anyway, it brought me out of my daydreaming session. Hehe!

Did the last of the health checks, this time using the thermometer correctly.

1Mon11Got the Hippopotaspuds nosh ready. The small vine tomatoes were tasty.

Last of the chestnuts used up, and Morrison’s no longer stock them online. Not that I could get any anyway, being hopefully in the middle of the card transfer, I can’t use either the old one or new one yet. Messy!

I should find out on Thursday… ah, another prospective messy day there. Got to go off To the Doctors, (must remember all I have to tell him/her) for 0850hrs, Social Hour at 1000hrs, then the Bank to see what’s happening with the account… No wonder the blood pressure is so high. Tsk!

Got the goggle-box on and swiftly as you like this time, despite Duodenal Donald’s attentions, I nodded off in minutes.

Inchcock – Sunday 23rd April 2017

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Today – from the web

Sunday 23nd April 2017

Lao: ວັນອາທິດວັນທີ 23 ເມສາ 2017

Woke 0335hrs, still feeling bad about myself and guilty. Had some silly thoughts, that didn’t sound as silly as yesterday’s did with my brain. No dream memories, but I just knew they were morbid?

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the porcelain throne. No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold or Little Inchy. But Duodenal Donald was still giving me some hammer.

Made a brew and took the morning medications. Did the Health Checks, all looked okay to me? (I later got messages on Facebook from edumacated people assuring me of this, I thank them).

The computer was turned on, and finished last weeks check-list and added these mornings.

7Sun06b

I did the diary for yesterday then started this one going.

Got the shakes bad when I was making another mug of tea, Dizzy Dennis was in a hyper mood for ages… well, a few minutes and he doesn’t usually stay this long. The vision blurred badly this time as well?

7Sun06cTook this photograph, this rather blurred, not one of my bestest photographs from the kitchen window.

Nipped in for a wee-wee, and found Little Inchy had started bleeding again.

Cleaned and medicated the lesion.

The tea had gone cold by then, so I made another one and put some potatoes in the saucepan. Had to remove the sprouts from them first. Tsk!

Did some WordPressing.

Back to doing the diaries.

Sister rang as I was just sat brooding staring blankly at the computer screen and hating myself – cheered me up, although I was having difficulty in hearing her with the one working hearing aid. Funny that, cause I had the phone to the ear-hole with the batteries working? At least Forest won for her.

FilmLWent on Facebook and made up an album of TFZ’s Sandra film production graphics. Then made another one.

Needed to concentrate, so as to avoid brooding, sulking and self-hatred, so I forced myself to do another graphic to weigh on.

Made a Spot-the-Differences graphic. Lost count doing it myself, Tsk! Think there’s nine.

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Did some more WordPressing.1Mon03

Got the nosh ready, no bother, a salad again.

Got the ablutions done.

Watched some Gogglebox rubbish.

Sleep was hard to come by again tonight, eventually getting off into the land of much needed nod for a couple of hours, I sprang awake at 0255hrs – and  did the laundry.

Inchcock – Saturday 22nd April 2017

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Saturday 22nd April 2017

Norwegian: Lørdag 22. April 2017

An awful night. Sweats and colds, shakes, forever waking up, Duodenal Donald ever present, guilt, anxiety, the mind giving no rest in waking periods and when I woke up, no memories of any dreams. Verily, I thought; bonkersness approacheth.

0320hrs: I got up and like an automaton, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both seeming as if they had lodged permanently with me recently, made a brew and opened the windows, and did the Health Checks.

7Sun01

The weight was down, not that I could get much out of this with the guilt of cocking up the so called funny with the M & C girls, the last people on earth I would have wanted to upset. I love them so and shower what gifts and nibbles I can on them on instinct to show my respect…The thought of upsetting them and losing their services, and then this happens. I think I deserve the pain I’m going through for not thinking things out first.

No washing shaving or ablutions were done. Made a mug of tea and got the computer on to do the diaries.

Filled next weeks medication pots and off to the porcelain throne. I had no bother at all with Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding or hurting, just as well with the incessant discomfort that Duodenal Donald was still giving me. If it stays at this degree for much longer, I can see problems. The painkillers and medicine are not cutting it, and as I write, Anne Gyna has started to put in her halfpennyworth too.

Now I have mental and physical pains to contend with – but n more than I deserve I suppose.

Went on Facebook to try and concentrate on something. Then graphicalisationing.

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7Sun01aWent in to wash the mug and made contact with the edge of the cupboard door.

Not recommended.

Got the bin bags sorted.

Carried out the ablutions.

Set out and walked up through the park into

7Sun02bSherwood and caught a bus to town.

Walked up passing the old Nottingham Playhouse. Now called ‘Spanky Van Dyke’s’, a nightclub some sort I imagine.

I wandered around the near empty streets in that area, not for any particular reason, I was stewing in my self-contempt bit still.

7Sun04I went around the block.

Didn’t call in this establishment, cause it was not open.

Hehe!

As I came back down Wollaton Street, I noticed a cunning plan by the builders, of how to get 7Sun04athe rubbish down.

I’ve made the photograph bigger, so I hope you can see this.

Dirty great lift taking the rubbish skip up to have the waste deposited in it. I thought how smart.

Although, perhaps they do this all the time and I’ve not noticed?

Wandered down to the Derby Road area, still unfocused and aimlessly.

7Sun03Here, I did notice a large City Centre Premier Inn. Looking rather grotty.

As I passed the doors into it, I think it was, er, what’s the word… Automatically staffed? No reception that I could see, but perhaps they had one up the stairs.

Certainly nothing like the advertisements for them on the TV.

Turned left onto Upper Parliament Street and meandered down to Queen Street to check on the bus times. Next one in 1 hour 40 minutes. Got the urge to go to Victoria Market and see if they had some Fresh Pod Peas in, then go to Tesco to get some Sourdough bread.

So I did. Also got some reduced mini-Easter eggs for nibbles, some New Zealand Cox’s apples, a TV magazine and some Tomatoes (Dutch) in the hope that they taste okay. At least I am thinking about eating again – ailments permitting, like.

Then rambled through the passageways and streets down to the Market Square, hoping to see the parade by the Royal Society of St George from the Forest Recreation Ground to

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The Old Market Square.  Found that the parade, was departing from the Forest at noon, will be headed by knights on horseback. So I missed it, too early and too long to wait for it to start. Humph!

I did have a hobble (The feet were actually singing now) around the Slab Square and noticed that two mallards had landed in the pool.

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They were a little on the small side, so presumably, they did not come from the Nottingham Arboretum; I think they may have come from the Canal. (All useless information supplied by Inchock. Any time like, Hehe)

7Sun4dWandered around the Council House, popped in the book shop fro a look and back to the bottom of Queen Street ready to turn up it, gave the Big Issue block a quid. And took this photographicalisation of the Lord Mayor in his Regalia with some bigwigs with him as he took a walk along the route that will be taken later on when the St George Parade arrives.

Took this photographicalisation of the Lord Mayor in his Regalia with some bigwigs with him as he took a walk along the route that will be taken later on when the St George Parade arrives.

This one is from last year’s parade:

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Map of my hobbling around on foot in Nottingham – mostly purposelessly;

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Nothing like a long walk, but having been outside for days, Arthur Itis felt it, and Anne Gyna let me know. Hehe!

Caught the bus back to Mapperley Top and walked down to the flats, only took about twelve minutes and it was downhill.

Got in and had a wee-wee.

Began getting the nibbles ready for the cleaner gals – realised and I felt even worse than I did earlier.

Updated this diary with little enthusiasm now.

7Sun06aGot the fodder ready on a plate to have later (Cold meal).

I did some more CorelDraw 2017 arranging and amending for an hour or so.

Had the meal, the pork and pickle mini pork pie, the strong, firm cheddar cheese and the New Zealand Cox’s apples being very tasty.

Settled, but the guilty anxious and depressed mind would not let me sleep for hours and hours. Forcing me to muse about my errors and mistakes, and it was hell!

TTFN.

Inchcock – Friday 21st April 2017

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Friday 21st April 2017

Javanese: Ana 21 April 2017

0420hrs: No idea at all what the dreams were about, just knew I’d had them.

Awakened to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, saw the blood and made my way to the porcelain thrown. Titivated things up, clothes into a bucket soaking, and plonked me mass back on the throne for a while in a deep nonconforming medley of horrible thoughts and self-recrimination. No answers, no conclusions, I cleaned the room up and went to the kitchen to make a mug of tea and take the medications. I was going to do the Health Checks, but my moroseness made me forget to do them.

Opened the window and made a brew, took the medications and lost myself again in pointless, futile thoughts of improving things in my tumultuous mind.

Put away the flat clothes airer from yesterday, and out the towel on the bendy one in the hallway.

Got the computer on to finish yesterday’s post, very hard to find the words. Started this one off, and remembered to do the Health Checks. So I did.

5Fri02a

Made another mug of tea and did some WordPress reading for an hour or two, then posted yesterday’s diary off.

No interest in going out at all seems like I’m content to hibernate… Got to shake this off before Monday when I go for the INR blood test. Good job I’ve opened the windows and used the air spray. Hehe!

001Went on Facebook.

Did a graphic for the TFZer gals, with Thomas flying across the room. Hope they like it.

Duodenal Donald has started giving me a lot of pain. Took a painkiller and a swig of antacid – but they are not working yet. Made another mug of tea and started a complicated graphic that will take ages from scratch, in the hopes of entertaining and be making people smile and perhaps just as importantly, try to replace the feeling of recrimination that is so heavy, for a while at least.

Facebook froze on me, had to restart.

Several hours later I’d got them done.

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Still feeling so down with myself, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna playing up and hard to concentrate properly.

Had a look at YouTube for a while, in between drinking tea.

1322hrs: Got a call from someone, couldn’t understand all that they said but wanted me to test the wrist alarm, cause they had a fault come through to their end. I did. All okay.

Feeling so down now, can’t concentrate on anything, Stomach churning, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald getting hard to bear. I sent off an email to the surgery to ask for an appointment.

Got a reply withing ten minutes. The first one available is on Thursday 27th April at 0850hrs. Put in on the calendar. Long time to wait, but still, With a Dr De Selver, as Dr Vindla is still off. (Seven weeks now, hope she is alright.)

Threw myself into cleaning up… well a bit anyway, cause the pain was too much, so I settled in the chair and prayed for sleep, but of course, the rambling worried, guilty mind would not let me.

Tried to concentrate on graphicationalisationing again. Gave up.

Took the evening medications and a bit of Facebooking and communicationalisationing with Lynton Cox, bless is cotton socks.

6Sat01Got the fodder sorted.I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.

I did add a few chestnuts after taking the picture, though.

Just feeling so depressed and in such pain, I was not hungry much.

Did the last of the today’s BP, pulse, temp Health Checks.

The temp and pulse were a little bit up?

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Don’t think anything here to worry about, I’m doing enough of that over the joke cock-up.

TTFN

Inchcock – Thursday 20th April 2017

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Thursday 20th April 2017

Macedonian: 20 четвртокот Април 2017 година

Woke at 0410hrs: Bits of a dream lingered for a while but departed my brain within seconds. These were replaced with the determination to get the washing done as soon as possible.

0420hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. No washing, medicationalisationing or kettle put on – I gathered the laundry bag, made sure the accoutrements were added to it and hobbled down to the laundry room. Still feeling bad in and about myself for the joke going wrong with the lovely hygiene gals being upset. Got the washer going and returned back up and got the computer going and started the diaries.

4Thur05.0455hrs: Back down and moved the stuff from the washing machine to the dryer and got that started.Some notices had been moved on the board

Some notices had been moved on the board.

One about Repair Priorities. And the now classified list, with the new times, shown.

4Thur06The other was just a reminder that repairs are now the Tenant’s Responsibility to report their own repairs.

I thought about the difficulty I had hearing the person on the other end of the line last time I did this and was prompted to remember that I have got to search for the hearing aid tubes and if I can find them, replace the broken one on the right-hand aid.

Up and did the Health Checks then started this blog off.

4Thur07Looking good, even the weight is down a bit.

Down to collect the dried laundry – but oh dear… it was not drie4Thur08d fully at all! But the cycle back on and back up the lift.

Did some WordPressing then I returned back down to the laundry room, to find the clothing no drier than it was before?

Tsk!

Got it folded and cleaned the filter out.

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Back up to the apartment and got both of the airers utilises as well as the airing cupboard. In an effort to get the things dry enough to wear later.

Made a brew and took the medications.

To the porcelain throne and only Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding, The Senna’s had done their job.

Back on the computer and updated this diary.

4Thur11Got an email about the Morrison delivery on its way. Delivery arrived.Got the Canadian

Got the Canadian Buckwood Maple Syrup in, I plan to use it in plain yoghourt, but I will ask some of the Canadian TFZers on Facebook if they have any suggestions for its use too.

 Also, thought it wise to get some more of those horrendous safety knickers in stock.

Being as Little Inchy’s lesion has started bleeding again, better safe than sorry eh?

4Thur10They sent large instead of extra large this time, I didn’t notice until I took the photograph.

Tsk!

I’ll use one today after the ablutions and see if they will fit, or if I will fit into them.

Hehehe!

Embarrassing I know, but they can save an awful lot of cleaning up in the long run.

Got onto CorelDraw sorting again. Spent hours on it once more. The CorelPaint crashed on me at one time, but I think it might have been due to my getting the shakes just as I was selecting an option, and hit it twice?

Opened it up again and all worked.

Had to remember to keep moving the damp clothes around on the airers.

Eventually gave up on CorelDraw defaulting and finished off the diary and updated this one to here.

1Mon001Did a poem to go with WordPress, I called it: The Nape of Existence. A bit of fun, even it was true. Haha!

Did this graphic to use as a header.

Link: The Nape of Existence

Posted it off.

Then I got around to catching up on Facebook. Hours and hours it took, but all in the name of depriving me of suffering from depression… Blimey, Did I say that?

Nipped in to have a wee-wee before setting off to the Tenants Meeting Social Hour, and, 2Tue05. The scar had opened badly on Little Inchy and the blood had flowed. Had a right mess to clean up and medicate! Took me that long the meeting was only ten minutes away from ending by the time I got there! Grumph! Hand time to pose with the others for a photo for the builders? Give the nibbles out and the raffle prizes to Obergruppenfureress Penny to use next week, and everyone was leaving.

I got myself back to the abode and checked Little Inchy and he was at it again. Tsk!

05Thu12Made a cuppa, and saw that I had left the Strawberry flavoured vanilla filled suckers delivered earlier on the window ledge, instead of putting them in the freezer!

Another 2Tue05! All eight were now liquid in bags that leaked!

I was not having a good day at all. I was already depressed with my humour cock-up, the laundry room farce and having things drying all over the place, virtually missed the Social Hour and the Virus scar bleeding again. Not good! I could not muster any enthusiasm or interest at all. Then I remembered I’ve got to do the Facebooking. But even that didn’t do much to cheer me up.

I moved the clothes around on the airers, getting some of the thicker ones out of the airing cupboard and putting the removed ones into it – but automatically as if I had resigned myself to everything going wrong, and had no idea how to stop them. Odd?

Made a mug of tea and got on Facebook.

Did some more CorelDraw 2017 updating.

Feeling morose, annoyed with me and thinking silly thoughts, although at the time they were perfectly logical thoughts.

A friend contacted me and suggested I tell the doctor everything. But this will not take away the stupid decisions and practical jokes gone wrong or self-loathing, will it? I appreciated so much his contacting me, but the shadow of hopelessness loomed. Never felt like this before.

I sat a while thinking about things, the negative thoughts mounted and soon the brain was in freefall – I had to stop myself getting into a rut of… well, I don’t know.

I’m going to the surgery on Monday for the INR blood test, and promised Lynton I’d book myself in, to see the Doctor Vindla. Musn’t let him or myself down after he’s taken the time, bother and shown such compassion for me. (Hope that’s the right word?).

Not been out, apart from on the site for days now.

4Thur04Made a meal.

Threw away the hunters sausages after one bite, far too fatty.Didn’t eat the cheese.

Didn’t eat the cheese.

Thought I might start nibbling again later, but only had a bag of Marmite crisps, so depressed with things. 

Foolish thoughts came and went, suddenly the balcony was tempting. 

I might get this diary done, then stop doing them until something is sorted, I do not want to broadcast doom and gloom, I want to make people smile and laugh. Finding this hard myself limits the scope. 

Got a shower shave and did the teeth, in sort of automatic mode? 

More terrible thoughts permeated the brain as I settled down. 

 Hopefully, the inner torment will somehow ease.

TTFN

Inchcock: Tuesday 4th April 2017

Tuesday 4th April 2017

Tamil: செவ்வாய்க்கிழமை 4th ஏப்ரல் 2017

0255hrs: Woke with a start as usual lately. Slight memories of dreaming, none of them good I’m afraid. I was being harangued by different people about my bad memory? Ha, but I remembered this! Hehe!

As I tried to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner, it dawned on me that I had got a lot of water retention in the legs and feet, far more than normal. Perhaps this is the cause of the weight increasing every day for over a week? And believe me, the weight has been enlarging daily for nearly a week.

I did the Health Checks when I got into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and take the medications.

The red figure is the average for that week.

No wonder I’ve been struggling on my hobbles. Huh!

This mornings weight was even higher!

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To the porcelain throne and had a hell of a long and painful evacuationalising session! No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold though, and this, surprise me?

Washed the pots from last night and opened all the windows, as it felt incredibly warm in the flat this morning. Despite the thermometer telling me it was only 61°F (16°C) in the kitchen.

2Tue03I think the retention increased during the night too, ’cause the new jammie bottoms felt awfully tight around the top of the legs this morning, in comparison to last night?

Got the computer going and finalised the diary for yesterday and got it posted off into the internet ether, then began this one.

Did some Facebooking.

Then did some graphicationalisationing for the TFZer site.

2Tue04

EasterThen some I made into sepia after graphicalising them, of the TFZer gals celebrating Easter of old.

Hehehe!

Here’s one of them.

Posted them to the TFZer site, put them in my Facebook Photo album and sent some out to the gals sites.

2Tue05A mixture of overcast and sunny up to now today since it’s got light.

Tended to the ablutions, shower, shave, deordorisationing.

Cleaned the glasses and got attired, took the black bags to the chute and set off down to catch the bus into town so as to visit the Nottingham Arboretum and hopefully get some photographs of the wildlife and fauna there.

Being as I missed the L9 bus, I decided as the next one is not for an hour, to walk up the gravel path and through Woodthorpe Grange Park up and over the hill and catch a bus on Mansfield Road.

2Tue06I was soon stopped in my hobbling tracks as I found three baby squirrels playing on the grass near the trees about ten foot or so in front of me.

I liked the photo on the left best – after taking many photographicalisations of them that did not come out splendid at all.

Ah-well!

2Tue07

Up the path, left down the footpath through the park and right, up the hill and down to the bus stop.Didn’t have to wait long. The bus was full, and I had to sit on one of those side saddle seats, and this started the legs aching, and they haven’t stopped yet!

2Tue08One of Sherwood’s Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he rode off the pavement over the pedestrian crossing, the opposite way up a junction road (Photographe left) and onto the pavement opposite.

I took a while to get the camera out, but got him!

Didn’t have to wait long for the bus; it was full, and I had to sit on one of those side saddle seats, and this started the legs aching, and they haven’t stopped yet! Grumph!

Must have looked a rather sad sight as I limped across Mansfield Road and through to the Arboretum Gates. I’m putting this down to the water retention? I don’t like it! But still, the other ailments were being kind to me, apart from Duodenal Daniel that is.

2Tue09

2Tue09aThrough the entrance and approached the short Muggers Passage as it is known locally.

Out the other side and it was nice to see so much greenery compacted together.

Up to the left, I could see the Chinese Bell cannon balls and cannons.

Quick History:

The structure called “The Chinese Bell”, calls for a word of explanation, for it is a curious conglomeration of ideas and objects.

(1.) Richard Birkin, Esq, had efficiently served his fourth year of office as Mayor, and it was desired to record the event with approval.

(2.) ‘The Notts Regiment of Foot’ had deserved well of their town and county, which had sent it so many good soldiers that it ought to be recorded.

(3.) In the Crimean War of 1854-6, some cannon guns were taken at Sebastopol, and two of them were sent to Nottingham and mounted, and a heap of balls added.

(4.) During the war with China (1857) a bell, believed to consist of steel and silver, was “taken from a large and handsome Temple near to the east gate at Canton when that city was captured. This bell, which stood in the principal part of the Temple and was struck during religious ceremonies to call the attention of the Joss or God, or to announce his presence, was removed by the army and brought to Nottingham, and here it was mounted, and a canopy placed over it. The result being that guns partly Russian are mounted as firing from a Chinese Temple into the four quarters of the earth; while the bell has never been used”.

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The fresh flowers and bushes were heartwarming, and for a few minutes, after I limped down to the pond, while feeding birds and ducks, I forgot about the bank fiasco, the ailments and the imminent operation totally.

That was nice.

2Tue14Out the bottom entrance and walked up into the City Centre.

Got into Trinity Square and took a photograph in the Jewellery store window of these glass thingamabobs.

They made me think of the TFZer gals for some reason. The larger ones were £2-3 thousand pound plus!

2Tue12At this window, I looked back (The right one) where I’d just walked, and there are eighteen eateries in this view some of them enormous. Not many customers about I thought? The left second picture taken to the right is of the three new dineries, each with two floors of customer settings! And only four or five people nearby, and they are all outside of the mega-restaurants?

2Tue15At the end of this Foreman Street on the right corner, is an entertainment thingy, Cinemas, games rooms, shops, restaurants, Casino, etc. (Not my photo, took this one off of the web)

I think there are three or four eateries in there, and two next door!

So, if any of you were thinking of relocating your food business to Nottingham, don’t bother! Hehe!

The sunshine got less and less as the day went on, but it was not cold or windy with it at all.

2Tue12aWalked down into the slab square.

Not even many folks there either.

Those who were looked decidedly morose, grumpy and miserable.

The Big Issue Sellers were absent from their usual haunts of Primark, Clumber Street and Exchange Walk?

A few of the rough sleepers were there, though, one on Upper Parliament Street, one on Queen Street and one on Long Row.

Had something happened that no one had told me about? Hehehe!

I bought a TV magazine for next week while I thought of it.

Caught the bus back to the flats, I think Nigel Mansell was driving it. After hitting a good selection of roadside kerbs, I got back to the flats safely.

Got in and rubbed some pain gel on the legs, unsure if it would help, though. It didn’t!

Got the already sprouting potatoes on the boil, after removing the sprouts of course.

2Tue16The computer utilised and updated this diary to here.

Got the meal of the day prepared quickly tonight. Crispy bacon (Ready cooked) Krakowska, soft cheese, cheddar, uneatable tomatoes, apple, beetroots, mushrooms and the old small potatoes.

 9/10 rating.

Took the medications and did the last health-check.

2Tue17

Please note the weight reduction, decrease and decline!

So, the very painful long hobble might have been worth it? Hehe! Noticed the temperatures were a bit higher this week?

The legs were even worse than then I was using them now. Although I think the swelling has gone down a bit. I don’t like these new pains you know. One gets used to the daily inclinations of Haemorrhoid Harold, Roger Reflux, Duodenal Daniel, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Donald’s Dizzies, Colin’s Cramps, Inchies Lesion, etc. Now I have come up with a name for the water retention. Not easy this one, all the other names I came up with in an instant. What about:

  • Walters Water Retention: A bit long to be typing that one?
  • Willy’s Wet Water Well: No, not good that one: A bit long to be typing that one too?
  • Fred’s Fluid Retention: Mmm: A bit long to be typing that one too?
  • Ralph’s Retention Reservoir: A bit long to be typing that one too?
  • Walter’s Water Well: Mmm?
  • Henry H20 storage: Mmm again?

No, I don’t like any of them. Need help with these options folks?

Settled to fall asleep to the TV’s accompaniment.

Woke around 0050hrs and recalled a rather disturbing dream I was having, wrote it down. Then decided to get up put the computer on and update this diary with the dream memories: (What a Plonka!):

Dream: I was laying asleep in a tree, with animals all around me, squirrels, birds, mice, Koala bears, puppies amongst them. My legs had turned to stone, but pretty coloured stone?  I was totally unconcerned about this, and the animals were doing noughts & crossed on the surface of the legs and arguing about which colour to use. There was one puppy that kept bringing me a flask of tea, he had a brace around his neck and always licked my face after he brought me one?

After putting this on here, I wondered what the hell I was doing and if I’d dreamt doing it?

But sure enough, in the morning here it was?

In the event that Inchcock should disappear from the internet, this will probably be due to the lack of computerisationalistical equipment at the prison, asylum or psychiatric hospital.

Hehe! TTFN.

Inchcock: Sunday 2nd April 2017

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Sunday 2nd April 2017

Welsh (For Tim Price): Dydd Sul 2 Ebrill, 2017

I first woke around 0100hrs, with the intention of writing down notes of the amazing dream I’d been having, by the time I found the pen and pad, the memories had mostly dissipated! Humph!  I was in a collapsed building and doing a crossword. That’s all I remember.

7Sun01aWoke with a proper start at 0400hrs, desperate to get to the porcelain throne and tend to the warm wet sensation from the lower regions. Good start this I thought! Harry Haemorrhoid had been bleeding badly, my new jammies had to put in soak in a bowl of disinfectant. Antisepticated and cleaned myself up, creamed the rear end and I think I might have uttered a few naughty words to myself. (Well, yes, I did!)

A new pain in the chest and under the left arm started bothering me badly, but in seconds almost, it had gone to just a little ache?

cropped-7sun03a.jpgThe bad start to the day brought a renewed concern about the Pension ID and bank farce. Thus I sank into the dark mood. Sorted the week’s medication pots out and made a mug of tea and took the mornings doses.

7Sun02bStarted off the belly pork, adding Soy Sauce to the water in the Crock-Pot and put it on slow cook.

I came out of the depression a bit when I remembered I was going to see Olive later.

Got Saturday’s diary finished and posted, then started on this one.

Apprehended that I had not done the Health Checks, so got them done.

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A bit up and down this week so far. This check was very low on the Sys, high on the pulse and of course, the weight is bothering me a bit, seemingly perpetual increase? If this carries on, I won’t be able to get through the door into the kitchen! Humph! Think I’ll start using the stairs now and then on a regular basis, instead of the lift?

7Sun03Did some WordPress blogging.

Made another cuppa and noticed the view from the kitchen window had the shadows from the flats over the sun covered houses.

Took this photographicalisation with the old camera.

Thought it looked nice.

A lot of wind emitting from my innards this morning?

Went on Facebooking for an hour or so. Well, three hours.

Then started a graphicalisationing session.

Called Olive and she agreed for me to visit her in half an hour.

Did the ablutions and got me smelling sweet, and out to see her. Had a jolly cuddle followed by a good chinwag. She seemed in better spirits. Not received a date yet for the hip operation.

Her grand-daughter arrived and I was asked to depart, so I did.

Back to the flat and made a list of things to do for tomorrow. Bank, prescriptions and clinic.

Suddenly feeling terribly fatigued.

7Sun04aGot the meal cooking. I put some vegetable sausages in the oven to heat up, curried beans in the saucepan – the belly pork in Soy sauce was soon ready in the crock-pot, and I got it all in the dish.

Washed the cooking utilities first, as I just knew I was going to flake-out soon.

Enjoyed the meal, gave it a 9/10 in my mind.

7Sun06

A quick photographicalisation of the evening sky.

I used the new Nikon camera for this one.

All coherent thought dissipated from my rambling brain – plenty of incoherent thoughts to muse on, mind. Huh!

Nodded for a few minutes then I’d wake up, repeatedly for hours.

I was not as depressed as I have been, but confusion and uncertainty galavanted around my academically challenged brain, without my understanding of the cause or effects?