Monday 21st January 2019
Icelandic: Mánudagur 21 Janúar 2019
00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all?
An extemporaneous and sudden demand arrived for a wee-wee! I fumbled my way out of the recliner, and stepping on a teaspoon on the way, I lunged for the emergency grey-plastic wee-wee bin, to find it was nearly full! (I could not remember taking any wee-wees last night either?) It turned out to be an LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) effort. It eventually filled the tub almost to overflowing.
I engaged my ‘Had-Enough-Already-Mode’ I hobbled to the wet room, and thoroughly cleaned and antisepticated the grey bin after emptying it. While I was doing this, the need for the Porcelain Throne’s usage arrived. It was a miracle that I was in the wet room at the time. For the evacuation was a five-second-long Diahorrea Donald, Trotsky Terence type, messy and soft! More cleaning up needed!
I returned to the recliner room, stepping on the errant spoon again. A silent curse word, a painful bend-down to retrieve the now warped cutlery piece, and gathered the plate and tray and off to the kitchen with them. The light tube was still on its last legs, and I foolishly forgot about this and turned the switch on. Within seconds Dizzy Dennis started off. Oy Vey, already! I left the items on the sink, I’m not going to sort them until it gets lighter and I ca
n see properly.
The wind-up torch was utilised to do the Health Checks and take the medications and medicationalisational activities.
I had to use the torch again, to be able to take this photograph of the medicines.
I got the computer on and made up last weeks and today’s charts on the Excel record sheet. (During which I had to take two more LSPWWWs!) The readings today were up and down a bit. The pulse had never been lower, the weight and temperature have never been higher. Tsk!
Back to the Porcelain Throne. (Tsk!) The rear-end evacuation was over, again in seconds. But the follow-up LSPWWW took so long! I read the ‘Catastrophe’ book for a chapter or so. Huh!
This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph!
The electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope!
A few short, light Dennis Dennis visits and two more LSPWWWs came while I was updating the Sunday Diary. So it took me longer than usual by a long way. But, finally, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.
I began to wonder about these wee-wees, and questioned if I had taken a Furesomide without realising it? But I don’t think so, as I cannot recognise one in the photo with the tablets in it above.
I made a start on doing today’s diary for an hour or so. Then decided to get some brekkie, a pot of porridge I think. I’ll make in the light of the other room this time, to avoid pouring boiling water on my digits again. Hehe!
06:30hrs. Started to get the ablutions done.
An LSPWWW was passed. Then, would you believe it, I had a spot of bad luck. (Hard to comprehend, I know.) Half-way through the stand-up washing session, and the hot water started to run cold! Is today really happening? Or, am I still asleep and in the middle of an incubus nightmare? Mayhaps, it’s the Grim Reaper going soft, and making this day on earth so horrendous for me, that I won’t mind his taking me away? Haha!
I prepared the black bags and recycling bag ready to take down. I can’t take them yet, its too early cause of the noise, and the tube replacement chap might turn up anytime after 08:00hrs.
As I settled to update this blog, I suffered some splanchnic pains. But not from Roger Reflux or Duodenal Donald. This discomfort is coming from the lower abdomen. It is a nagging sort of pain, but I’d say only a 3/10 of the pain scale. Might be from the urinary bladder area? This organ is linked to the kidneys and may be why they have made the appointment for me on Thursday. No, Friday. Or not, of course. Hehehe!
I got on CorelDraw and creating some more page top graphics for the diaries.
11:10hrs now, no signs of the Nottingham Homes Maintenance electrician yet. So I made up some thoughts of the morning odes and graphics to use later. Shame, I’d hoped they would arrive early enough for me to get some shopping done. But, Hey-Ho!
12:20hrs now. No light, no hot water and in pain with the mystery pangs. Fed-up as well. I’ll nip out to see if I get some information from the Wardens, and ask them to ring about the hot water, or lack of hot water I should say. It’s the third time this has happened.
Hope to back in a while. I dropped the bottle of orange Lucozade on the foyer desk for anyone to take.
I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…
I set off out, feeling confused and irritated with myself.
Took this photo as I left the foyer, of the centre New Build Winwood Court compound.
Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I waved to a couple of passing residents, who acknowledged my greetings. That was good.
Got in the hut, and explained about the tube and lack of hot water. I felt even guiltier when I realised that Lynne and Julie were getting ready to eat their midday meals. Tsk!
Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.
- Will I fall asleep if they come late?
- I can’t dare watch TV, cause if I put the headphones on to view the TV or a DVD, I’ll have no chance of keeping awake.
- I hope I don’t wake up late for the clinic and blood test appointments in the morning.
- When should I eat my dinner?
- Mustn’t forget the medications and Health Checks.
- How am I going to cope for 16 days with the flashing tube in the kitchen and the ensuing Dizzies that are sure to come?
- I’ll have to wedge the door open I suppose, in the hopes that they come straight in.
Thanked Julie and Lynne for their help and apologised for things getting things wrong again. Klutz!
I was a little in turmoil as I walked back to the flat. But I saw Willmott-Dixons Perambulator Pete and Ian Incharge as I hobbled along. So took pictures of them I can doctor later.
I then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say.
I told Penny of my woes. We had a little natter and laugh going up in the lift. I enjoyed that no-end.
Got in the apartment, and had what can only be called a marathon LSPWWW. Longest ever one for me. Haha!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then got on the blog, to get details down before I forgot them.
While writing about the concerns, the mobile phone rang. It was Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager, Obergruppenführeress and Ballet Dancer Angela Gould. And boy was I pleased that she read my blog! She’s rang maintenance and got them to call today for both the Tube and the hot water problem. Bless her cotton socks. I was a little mixed up when I was telling her about things, but she understood I think. I thanked her and carried on with this blog updating. In a much cheerier mood.
At 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes. I thanked him, and off he rushed to his next job.
Now, all I have to come is another electrician to do the water tank electrics. If they come soon enough for the heating to start, I should have hot water in an hour or so. I think it begins getting heated around 18 or 19:00hrs?
I must not sit down, or I know I’ll nod-off, wanting to or not!
I did some work in doctoring the lad’s photos on CorelDraw and Paint. Got them finished. Hehehe! Hope the lads see these and like em!
I went on Facebooking then, adding to the photo albums.
16:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.
Oh, a success! Texas sausages, passata, and chilli-beans. The excellent tasting Aldi sourdough baguette used to dip and suck with. The other ingredient in the main dish was some rusty (skin on) potato chips. A sliced apple and another Limoncello dessert rounded off the feast for me. A 9.2/10 Flavour rating, despite my feeling so tired.
I think I was just at the point of nodding off when the intercom phone burst into life. It was another young man, who came mend the heater that had ‘Tripped-Out’ again. The lad was in and out in around three minutes, all done, now. Thanked him, had a wee-wee, did the last Health Checks and medication taking, and sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on to try and stay awake long enough to watch a ‘Hustle’ episode.
The instant I got down, Colin Cramps attacked! He had a go at the left side tonight and got carried away. The fingers, wrist, toes, foot, and leg all suffered acutely. And these annoying pains from the cramps stayed with me for longer than ever before.
I kept rubbing in the Phorpain 20% gel on and off for over an hour to try and get some relief. I think, in the end, it had little effect. The cramps just got bored with hurting me. Hahaha!
I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘Hustle’! I drifted off into much-needed sleep, hours later than my usual time and before the end of the programme. (Nothing new there, then!)
Hey-ho! What a flipping harrowing, problematical, health challenging, mind-confusing, busy, and yet heartwarming at getting some support, sort of day it was!
Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre
I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!
I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.
As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating. 
Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty! 
Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.
without me realising it? 
The mind did join in with my bulbous body in activationalisationing when I dropped the torch and hit my shoulder on the cabinet in the dark when I bent down to pick it up. Tut-tut! 
Needless to say, but the flickering bulb was doing its best to light itself, but it’s on its last legs now.
I uploaded the pictures taken, and found this unintentional mystery one shown on the left here on the old Sony SD card?
times to shoot it, but the old Sony camera kept informing me I was too slow, or shook the camera or was too quick for it to be recorded. Humph! I’ll have to but a larger tripod I can use in future. 
But I did find this photo on the SD card in the morning. 
Avoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.
The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness? 
All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect. 
I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order. 
I struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.
I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words. 
I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.
I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.
I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.
When I was crossing the end of Trevos
At first, there were very few about. 
But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route. 
Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared. 
First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged! 
Now I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?
The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. 
I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea. 
Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad. 
Some snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now. 
with it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours. 
I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?
It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though. 
When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me. 
Apart from the weight, I thought things looked fine. 
thought I’d better get it sorted.
of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!
he Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit. 
I checked the leg situation while in the wet room. 
Be back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window. 
I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done. 
Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.
I waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. 
set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.
As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.
porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.
The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats. 
As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe! 
As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet. 
I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes. 
Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk! 
anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!
this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.
medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages? 
It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors. 
Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road. 
I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)
Furosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!
off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.
I was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.
Walking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise. 
Obergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower. 
A little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art. 
lorries for Willmott Dixon were around.
When I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!
I made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.
When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself. 
Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment. 
Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up. 
I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a
I found far too many signs of nocturnal-nibbling and found myself surrounded with detritus. As I viewed the dreck around me, my heart sank – for I could not recall any eating whatsoever. The crumbs on my protruding flobby-stomach, the pot of potato chips, jelly babies and an empty jars with no indication of what I’d put in them, the two empty and one half-emptied 500ml bottles of spring water and the part-eaten tub of BBQ smoked almonds all seemed a mystery to me! I lay a while, without moving, and pondered over this dilemma. I feared it might have happened because of the low-spirits I have been in? Not having seen a tellurian, nevermind a tenant to talk or natter to in seven days now! Stuck indoors due to the ailments, and being chinwagless… I fought off the self-pity, and told myself I’d risk going out for a hobble today, come what may! Thank Gawd for the internet! Its kept me going through this terribly lonely and frustrating period. 
The readings looked okay to me. I got the half-tablet of the dreaded Furosemide, taken with the morning medications. 
I was now feeling a tad chirpier in myself (Always an indication of some imminent disaster, Accifauxpa, Calamity, Loss or Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop, I know!). 
Then on Facebook, get the photos in the albums. Cause if I can get out for a hobble later, I will be in no state to remember or even do when I get back home to this peaceful, persons free, slowly turning into a grubbier apartment. Hehe! 
Back down and out again. It was pleasing to see the Willmott Dixon crew starting work after their two-week holiday break. My neighbour Malcolm was just setting out in his new car.
I pressed on to a surprisingly quiet Arnold.
I paid and hobbled to the bus stop. I thought I might see Penny there but didn’t. 
I decided there was no point in my trying to get anything done other than eat and then sleep. 
The Limoncello dessert I decorated with some slices of Sharon fruit (persimmon). Very tasty!
00:25hrs. I woke with the brain suffering the Babeldom of inner and perhaps even external voices for all I knew! Arguing, postulating, and squabbling over anything and everything that came into the grey-cells! It felt as if I was outside looking in. I was farmisht and for a moment or two scared by the brains independent actions. And yet I showed mansuetude in response, and just waited a good few minutes until the mind steadied down, regaining its usual placid-vacuity, and awaiting my input and or control. 
The results were a little higher than of late, especially the temp and ever-increasing flipping weight! The Sys I think needed to be higher after yesterdays worrying to me, lows.
I took this photo of the kitchen window from the doorway facing out as I left to have another SSPWW (Sort Sharp Painful Wee-wee). 
I pondered on whether or not I should try the Polish canned Breakfast Delicacy or not? I read the ingredients: Meat (37%), Water, Meat fat, Meat rind, Beef meat (7%), Mechanically separated chicken meat, starch, salt, stabilisers… 
I decided to have two (I ended up having all four, though, Hehe!) Texan-T-Dogs (Sausages) with some potato sticks. Simple brekkers, but tasty enough. Unquestionably more desirable than risking the Sokołów Breakfast Delicacy!
