Wednesday 4th September 2019

Lithuanian: 2019 m. Rugsėjo 4 d., Ketvirtadienis

00:25hrs: I woke, with some of my joints, bones, tendons, etc. not hurting. (There must have one somewhere on my overgrown hulk of body mass, not in agony, surely? Haha!) The moment I tried to move, Arthur Itis let me know, in no uncertain terms, of his reluctance to move without causing me more than flesh and blood can stand, excruciating torture!  I applied a generous dose of the Phor-Pan gel, thought of getting up but fell asleep again. Unwonted, in the extreme for me!

01:00hrs: I stirred again, this time in need of a wee-wee. I disentangle my abundant-body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting while I was in hospital, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables (I’ve not got them back yet!), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. This caused much uncomfortableness and agony! I was astounded to find the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used, in fact, it was still in the kitchen! Where I went to do my duty. The wee-wee was of the SSAOW (Short-Sharp-All-Over-With) variety.  

The handwashing hanging up to dry was no longer hanging up! It had fallen into the water-filled bowl beneath! I cursed silently and got it rang put again, and re-hung. But I mustn’t kvetch. Not after the last two days worth of utter depressionalisationing, Whoopsidangleplops. Accifauxpas and failures, this is nothing! Humph!

Gawd, the legs and back ain’t half bad this morning, as is to be expected, but not wallowed-over. Haha!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. This evacuation was so different again to yesterdays. A right messy affair! Got things cleaned up, and had a stand-up wash. Too early to use the noisy shower, and had to be done, before the Morrison food delivery arrives twixt 06:00 – 07:00 hours.

The aches and pains were not easing off at all yet. Ablutions tended to. Results: Dropsies 5, Sock Glide 0-1, and one stubbed toe. Hehe! Medications were taken.

On to the balcony to take a shot through the glass, of the morning weather.

Then I got onto updating the Tuesday post. Which took me three hours or so. In between, the Morrison delivery arrived. I’d got some cans of Triple Coffee that were on offer, to treat the Wardens, they were delivered cooled, so I put them in the fridge. Put the rest of the fodder away, and took the black bags to the chute.

Made a start on this blog. Got things ready to go out. Put the treats fro, fridge to the trolley bag. Then double-checked, lights, cooker, taps (faucets), heaters, etc. and set out, taking the yellow bag of recyclables with me, dropped it off at the caretaker’s door.

Then back in and along the link-corridor to Winwood Court. Checking the door out to the new sitting area outside. It is still not been repaired. I’m losing interest in sitting outside as winter approaches. Tsk! I don’t even know if the Emergency door release would work in the event of a fire alarm activation. At least there is a fire alarm button that we can press before they find our charred dismembered bodies.

I got to the Obersturmfuhreresses and Catwalk Model wardens holding cell and interrogation room and handed the treats and nibbles out.  Then walked out to the bus stop. A few tenants already there and a chinwag developed.

Then when I was struggling to ear-wag, I realised that I had not got my hearing aids in. So, back to the flat, and could not find them at first! By the time I discovered where I’d left them, in the hallway radiator and got back to the bus stop, the bus was City Bound bus was arriving. Phew, lucky there!

Mary had bought herself a new three-wheeled trolley from Argos. She’d bought some clips that she can hang a brolly and so forth on. A good looking one, with a bag and wire carrier as well, it cost her £59. Big wheels, which looked nice and stable. She nattered while we were en route, and in town, we both went into the Poundland Store, for her to show me where the handy looking lever-hooks were to be got from. But they had not any in stock today. Mary insisted that I have two of her’s, she would not allow me to refuse. Bless her. I bought two bags of Sherbert Saucers.

We left and parted company. I hobbled to the Tim Price Building on Woolpack Lane in Nottingham, that I found an old photo of on the web, to see how it looked now.

All changed in today’s view. Tim has been busy! Haha! 

With an aching body and painful knees, I had an amble to Huntington Street, to call in the Aldi store.

On Glasshouse Street, all the old closed down for thirty-odd years shops were being demolished, at last. Apparently, they are to build even more students accommodation flats! 

The current 23,000 Council provided ones, seemingly, are not enough.

After an aching limp aroundAldi, I came out with more than I needed… again: 3 packets of sliced Smoked Brunswick ham, Sourdough Baguettes, Smoked streaky bacon, Dutch Vine tomatoes, Cooked pork loin slices, Worcester apples, Chicken drumsticks, and a dry room Spray. Paid for the things, during which …

The leg did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and the hand started to lose all contact sense. Hence, most of the fodder was being put in the bag, via a trip to the floor!

The girl on the checkout came out and put the things in the bags for me. While tutting and eyes-to-the-skies customers behind me got a little irritable. I felt such a fool! I thanked her and paid. Then went to the wall near the door and waited for ten minutes or so until everything neuralgia-wise had calmed down. Hoping that Arthur Itis might join in the easing-off stakes too.

There were even more closed down, for rent retail premises. As I meandered painfully around the streets, taking a convoluted, all over the place hobble, eventually arriving at the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall). I went to the Tesco store. I haven’t been there for many a month, but my EQ told me I had not missed anything, a right dump of a shop!

I got some Leicester grated cheese for the cheesy potatoes of Josie and me on Sunday, and a jar of beetroot and gherkins Which were so leathery and bland, even I considered returning them with a complaint.

But I recall the first time I returned anything was to the Carlton Road Tesco store. A pork pie I had bought had bits of what looked like J-clothes in it. The haughty customer Service lady said there was nothing they could do without my having the receipt! And walked off, leaving the pork pie on her counter! The second time, when I moved into the flat here, I ordered a wall clock, which was delivered broken! I got Pete to call them and inform them about things, and I never heard anything from them, let alone a mention of any refund! This coming to mind, I shall not go in the flea-pit again!

As I left the mall, onto Milton Street, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly clouted me as he shot by… then pulled up in the middle of his weaving through the pedestrians… to answer his mobile phone! Making people have to walk around him on the pavement! I boiled inside at the ignorance and uncaring attitude of these young cyclists, this one in particular. But I shall not call him names. Even if he is an ill-bred, bully-boy, scared of riding on the road, the prat-pants wearing to show off his tattoos, scoundrel of a moronic, arrogant, imbecilic, antisocial son-of-a-grunt!

I made my way to the bus stop and caught the L9. Mary got on the bus at the next stop and nattered away en route. I was well-drained, but the aches and pains, apart from Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, were more manageable. I told Mary of the sourdough baguettes and gave her one when she showed an interest.

We had a moan and laugh as we walked through the link-passage. We tested the door opening on the exit door to the alfresco seating.

Of course, it was not repaired or working yet. But, one day, it might get done. I just hope I’ll not be too old to use it by then! Mind you, in a month or so, the weather will turn too cold for me to sit outside, anyway!

Mary got off the lift on her first floor, farewells exchanged, and back to the flat, I went. I actually felt worse after I’d got inside, suddenly so drained, and so early in the day again?

A wee-wee (they have been few and far between today?), took the medications and stripped-off and got the handwashing done, hung to dry.

Then started the meal. A cold imitation salad of sorts. Chicken thigh, sliced Worcester apple (Very tangy!), rice & corn pats, gherkins (the Tesco ones, that were horrible to the palate), cooked beetroot, and Milk Roll buttered tomato sarnies. A mini-bottle of orange juice added.

As I was serving it up, I remembered I had not got what I went to town to get in the first place, a tomato slicer! What a nitwit and klutz, I truly am! Some folk might say, idiot, fool, do-do, lamebrain, wazzock, gobdaw, dunce, or a cretin. But they’d all be right!

I washed the pots and had a rinse, and settled into the The Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I  was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated recliner. I turned on the TV, and amazingly stayed awake to watch nearly a full Rumpole of the Baily episode, but missed the ending. Woke later, and the A-Team was on… fell asleep again. Woke later, Interceptors were on the box.

Zzzz!

Tuesday 3rd September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 3ydd Medi 2019

04:30: Woke up, panicking about getting things sorted for the first After-Stroke Session. My waking so late, mind you I needed the sleep, means I have to rush about a bit, so as to get things ready in time for my early departure.

I extracted my lumberingly obese bellied body from the Brother-in-Law damaged while he was flat-sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. With ease, the mind being on the upcoming time-consuming, difficult to get to 09:30hrs start, After-Strokephysio Appointment.

The sky from the kitchen window looked almost ominous of a storm brewing. No tea brewing, no handwash sorting, time was of the essence this morning.

I carefully took the medications, and the summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. And boy what a change in style this session turned out to be! It looked like chilli-con-carnie! The blood flowed, and medicationalising and cleaning took a while. As I dismounted the Throne, blood was trickling down from the PPs onto the thighs. Oh, dearie me! The damned Little Inchy, was also pouring blood! The fungal lesion had opened up again. First time for many a month. This meant more time lost, in having to treat it and stop the flow. Humph!

Cleaned and medicated things, the pins were looking alright. They seemed a bit more colour in them, and they were skinnier in appearance, I think.

I got on with updating yesterdays post. Luckily the fingers, leg and arm, were being kind to me, although the jerking shoulder was in good form. I hope it eases off for the meeting; other patients will think they have a mad-man in their midst! Hehe!

I got the post all done and sent off.

The sky was looking better as time went on.

I had to get a move on now and do the ablutions, to make sure I would be in time to take a walk into town for the appointment. This will mean a hobble up the steepest hill for miles around, up and over Woodborough Road, and all the way down Wells Road and St Anns Well road into the City. I must make sure I take the camera with me.

07:00hrs: I’ll be back later to update things, but when, I’m not sure. TTFNski

As I got the items needed in the pockets and three-wheeler guide, the sun came out, and so did a little pride, in my getting things sorted, and I was in a calmish frame of mind, although still apprehensive and anxious of what lay ahead.

Here is a map I made, of the marathon-hobble, that as you will read further on, turned into a most painful, rushed and frustrating trip, when I got the timing all wrong! Oy Vey!

I took the black bags to the waste chute, then got in the elevator. It smelt of cigarette smoke, with a lingering aroma of stale ale. Hehe! Someone been on a night out? I’m not jealous, of course!

A bit of mess on the floor. Poor old caretaker’s.

I made my way through the new linking-passage into Winwood Court. The brand-new unused yet, door mechanism out to the benches, was still not working.

I exited through the Winwood Court doors, into the sunshine and wind.

As I passed the top of Winchester Street, I noticed the rusty white Mercedes van, that the garage man told Jenny, was owned by one of the Winwood Heights tenants, had responded to Jenny’s request, and was now parking on the opposite side of the road.  So, now I do not have to walk on the roadway to get the three-wheeler through when going into Sherwood. Thank you, Jenny ♥

I struggled to get up the hill on Mapperley Rise. (A continuation of Winchester Street hill, the steepest part of it). The sun was intense and in my face. 

A little after taking this photo, Oberstgruppenführeress and Pole Dancer, Warden Julie came down the hill, on her way to work. We had a little natter.

Up on Woodborough Road, I had to walk a reasonable distance along Plains Road, to use the central refuge, to get across the highway through the heavy traffic. Then back to Well Road, and down the hill.

I was ambling along, in a semi-contented, partly-absent-minded dream world, and I thought I heard the Little Johns dongs. This made me look at my bargain, charity shop bought for £2 wristwatch. (The one with the £10 trap and new £11 battery, Haha!)

I realised that I had made a cock-up in my assessment of the time that the hobble would take. And had to spur myself on, as fast as I could. And it was not easy, in fact, the heart started pumping, Anne Gyna kicked-off, and the breathing was so painful. But, I did not want to be late. I pushed myself to my uncomfortable limits. The rest of the walk is almost a blur!

I had minutes to spare to be on time when I arrived at Chaucer Street, and I went in the wrong gates! So I had to come out again and around the corner. I arrived with two minutes to spare! But I was a bit proud of making it on time! If I walk there again, I must allow myself at least two-hours, the one-and-a-half I gave myself today, is just not enough!

There were only about six patients in there. Two Stoke team ladies. One who came to the flat for physio when I first came out. Over the next half-an-hour, many others dribbled in, and no one seemed bothered that they were so late. This wrangled me a touch, after all my uncomfortable efforts to get there on time. They all came in vehicles or were given a lift in by family or friends. I was wringing in sweat, and in a dilapidated state, to start with! Hehehe!

The session began with a lecture that I didn’t hear a word of. So when the others laughed, I did! The whiteboard had been written in pink highlight pen, so I couldn’t read it.

A series of exercises were completed, and Arthur Itis was not happy and caused me much discomfiture and pain. The promised, we will take into consideration individuals abilities,  changed to ‘Come on, get those knees up further!’ ‘Come on. you can do better than that!’, and ‘Huh!’ Some movement I could not do fully because of the CIDP affected hands and the right arm having lost their strength and jumping about. This prompted further disgust. Oh, dear!

A relaxation tape was played. Again, that I didn’t hear a word of. So I did a bit of self-meditation. A game of bowls was played? We sat around a table to have a talk, biscuits and a cup of coffee or tea. I did not join in with the nibbling or drinking. The brew looked like milk and water! Then went around the table for anyone wishing to, to have a little talk about what happened when they had their last stroke. I listened interestedly, and no one told of themselves losing all their bodily function like I did? I wee’d, passed from the rear passage, spewed-up, lost tears (cried), and the nose ran. Maybe, they didn’t want to mention it, or was I the only one who suffered this?

A young Asian lady told of her hobby of travelling the world. A tall, younger than I, well turned out, wealthy-looking. The well-spoken bloke said of his tour of the Americas, one-year tour Asia, his European escapades, and his New Zealand, Australasian holiday. I didn’t like him! Haha! One younger lady was from Ghana, and spoke no English! A Scottish lady was all calm, wealthy and had a family that cared for her so well.

Lots of other things took place, but I can’t remember what now. As we left, I bade farewell to everyone. Only the tall, younger than I, well turned out, wealthy-looking, well-spoken bloke, who told of his tour of the Americas, one year tour Asia, his European escapades, and his New Zealand, Australasian holiday and a lady responded. A line of cars was outside to pick many of the patients up, others went to the car park, one lady to her giant Mercedes. I wobbled off into town with my trustless three-wheeled Guide trolley. I had to smile!

Despite everything, I seemed to enjoy the session? Am I a Sadisism-Sufferer? Or, should that be a masochist?

I limped along Goldsmith Street, and by the tram stop. Interesting how the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, chooses to also use the dedicated tram lines?

I hobbled down Market Street, where this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was merrily plodding up the hill, and in the Slab Square.

The sun was shining, the warm wind persists.

The Nottingham Citizens for once, all seemed to be on drugs or something, as many a smile and argument were seen as I made my way through the square on my way to the Poundland shop on Wheeler Gate.

The knees were in a right state already, the feet stinging, and I was walking as slow as I have ever had to before. Ah, well!

I had a good nosey around the Poundland store. Arriving at the self-serve counter with too much stuff to fit in the pathetic bag on the three-wheeled trolly. So had to use the spare carrier, and both got well filled up! I came out with: A tin of stewed steak in gravy, Two x4 packs of salt & vinegar Snack-a-Jacks (Rice & Sweetcorn snacks). A Pork Farms pork pie, Six packets of Flying Saucers (Sherbert sweeties), 1×6 mini pork crackling Cadbury’s Twirls, Jacobs mini-cheddars and mini-Fudges (all for the nibble bag), Citrus Air bottle, Cheeslets, smoked almonds and Honey roasted cashew nuts (for me!), and a Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant. I paid up and back through the Slab Square to the bus stop on Queen Street.

I was really in pain then, with the knees and feet. I took a picture of the Debenhams, that used to be Griffith & Spalding, because we are likely to see this closing soon, too! Reading of the troubles and decline of yet another big name store is so sad.

I later read: Debenhams store in Nottingham bought by London investor for £26m. The retailer pays £1.5m a year in rent for the four-storey building. Investment manager Jack McCarron said: His firm was attracted to the city because it believes in Nottingham as a “shopping destination” – ‘What!’

I caught the L9 bus, sitting in the side-saddle seats was grossly painful with the knees were so bad. Shirley (I think that’s her name) from the flats got on en route. A lovely lady, from Woodthorpe Court. As we got off the bus, we both walked back through Winchester and Winwood Courts new passageway. I really enjoyed the chinwag we had. I tried the door out to the outside sitting area, en route, it’s still not been put right or mended. I bet they didn’t put this fact in the time-capsule they buried. Hahaha!

I bade Shirley a farewell with a smile, got out of the lift and into the flat.

I stripped off and rubbed some pain-gel into the knees! The big toenail looks like it is going black?

Took the medications, and got the meal prepared. I was too tired and worn out to make anything from scratch. So I got a large can of chilli-con-carni, added some brewed malt vinegar, and stirred it all the time almost, to stop it burning the new saucepan again this time. Tsk!

The last of the Milk Roll bread and a lemon cheesecake to follow. I very nearly ate all of it. But weariness was dawning. The bread was a bit stale, and the lemon dessert was far too sweet. A taste-rating of 5/10.

As I washed up the pots and cleaned the soaking saucepan, I decided that as tired as I was, the handwashing still had to be done. So, I got it washed and hung to dry.

I must find time tomorrow, to ask Forum Fashion Model and Scharfhreress Warden Deana, if she can call the surgery for me. I don’t expect her to get through, and anticipate I’ll have to walk to the Doctors, to talk to them. I suppose it will all get complicated again, over have they booked a phlebotomy nurse or not, why it now three weeks since my last test… The mind is so puzzled or puddled if you like. As for the Flu jab booking, if I can’t get my INR Warfarin test booked, what chance a flu jab booking! I’ll go to the Chemist to have that done!

I got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand recliner.

The toes were going warped on the right foot, cramps were affecting the left leg and foot. The toenails were in desperate need of cutting. Tsk!

I checked the Google calendar in the morning, to see when the appointment is booked for. Next Wednesday at 13:50hrs.

Despite arthritis and cramp pains persisting, it didn’t take too long for me to nod-off. Zzz!