Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd May 2018: Waterlogged, sopping wet, macerated and bedraggled in the rain. Huh!

Wednesday 2nd May 2018

Somalian: Arbacada 2aad May 2018

00315hrs: Woke up once again annoyed with my knowing that I had been dreaming, but with no clue as to what it was about. I checked the notepad, but no scribbling on it. Humph!

Then, it dawned on me how turbulent and eruptive the innards felt. They were almost bubbling with little not-really-painful, but irritating stabbings.

I withdrew my bulk from the £300 second-hand recliner and went off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I was pleased to note that I had not left the tap or stove on. Sad innit?

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3Wed02Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.

The readings looked fine to me today.

I was glad that the pulse had gone up a bit at last.

I caught a glimpse of the mush in the mirror.

3Wed04The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.

I found two little spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose. Very tiny, at first I thought they were new spots coming up until I touched one of them? No pain with them at all?

I remembered today at 1005hrs, I had the blood test with the nurse at the surgery. I went to make sure that the DVT REcord Card was in the jacket pocket. After a bit of grubbling, I found it in the inside pocket. Phew! I certainly did not want to forget it again, and get the “You pathetic 3Wed03old fool!” look from the nurse.

WDP001 I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!

So I got them out again and corrected my grayz. Feh!

WDP001 Then, the volatile innards violently vented into a movement! I think it might have been a great laugh for anyone who could have seen my farcical attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Picture a cartoon of a plump little man walking and keeping his legs crossed to get to the wet room without having an accidental evacuation – which in turn squashed his fungal lesion and started that bleeding. The idiot even managed to knock over a waste bin, spilling out the contents and stubbing his toe on the door frame on his panic-filled flustered hobble to the life-saving toilet!

The Throne session release was a great relief. Of course, it was a messy one, all the same, so needed cleaning up afterwards. Then, Little Inchies Lesion now warranted the need for the same and medicationalisationing. The stubbed toe was still stinging. But the old man pressed on, wiped the contact areas with his antiseptic disinfectant-sheets, washed his dandies and returned to the kitchen to pick up the rubbish he’s strewn all over the floor when he kicked over the waste bin earlier.

WDP001 This was when he hit his shoulder on the countertop while 3Wed06getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.

Although it didn’t need to, my EQ informed me that this was not going to be a good day!

It was now drizzling and the morning had actually got darker over the last hour or so.

A foreboding of unpleasant weather in the offering, do you think?

I took a photo from inside (Bottom one) and then one from outside of the window.

Then got one with finishing the Tuesday post. Eventually, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I worked that I must start doing the ablutions at 0700hrs, so no shower this morning, just when I could have done with one to freshen up from the earlier medical problems too! Tsk!

3Wed05Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.

Then started this post off.

Rushing things a bit, and making so many errors and losing time correcting them. I stopped working on the blog and had a short while creating page top material for use later.

Rushed off to do the ablutions.

3Wed07Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.

I was greeted on leaving through the lobby doors, by the pestering persistent precipitation and sharp winds.

I opened the very expensive so-called ‘Storm-Proof’ umbrella. Fingers crossed on this score!

3Wed08Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.

There were two workmen having breakfast. I place two iced lollies in the fridge for Dean and Julie.

Gefreiteress Warden Julie joined us. And I explained about my going out. Julie said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what she said). Hehe! True!

Dell-Boy Jaz said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what he said).

Said my farewells, of out into the rain3Wed09.

As I hobbled down Winchester Street Hill the stream of rainwater was making its way down to Mansfield Road at a reasonable rate of knots.

WDP001 As I crossed over the road, my being careful about the traffic, enabled me to fill my left shoe with rain. Tsk!

3Wed10As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.

WDP001 As I started to walk up the A60 to Carrington and the surgery, I could feel the clothing on my back, and the trousers were squelching as I moved.

So much for the waterproof trousers, I’d 3Wed11bought!

WDP001 I caught my first spray of water from a bus as it passed by.

I lost interest in avoiding the rest of them that came my way on the hobble when this first one part filled the carrier bag getting stuff soaked a bit. I know had the right shoe filled with water.

3Wed12WDP001 After I took this photo and had got to the top of the incline on this stretch of road, two more sprays of water had been received. Both feet were waterlogged, the ‘waterproof’ trouser bottoms up to about a foot or so were sodden through. And I was well fed-up!

Up and over the crest and down into Carrington.3Wed12b

With macerated feet, I got in the surgery passageway and did my best to shake off the wet and put the brolly in the bag.

Bedraggled, I entered and waited for a receptionist, any of the three of them at the back huddled over a computer would do for me. None approached me, so I went to sit down – this was not a good idea, but I could not stand up all the time. I was in a right pickle. I could even feel the PPs with their absorbed water being squashed out as I settled down in the chair.

I managed to save the crossword book from getting a drenching and began to do some puzzles. One of the receptionists came to each patient and gave us information updating form to fill in. I did not recognise any of the three girls, so I asked this one if she was aware of my name and my presence to see the nurse. I got a muffled reply and a scowl very nearly worthy of Lidl staff.

I filled in the form and took it to the reception, but again, no staff were at the desk, back at the computer. So I left in on the counter and returned to my crossword book; after an uncomfortable sitting down. Squelching and running rainwater within some regions of my anatomy. Nervous, apprehensive and unpleasant sensations arose!

Luckily, I had a good session in on the crosswords. Fair enough, I didn’t get any of them actually completed, but I must have worried one or two them. Hahaha!

WDP001 Suddenly it dawned on me; it was half-an-hour beyond my appointment time! As I fretted that the receptionist had not booked me in – Nurse Ann appeared calling my name. I got the bag and followed her into the treatment room, explaining as we went along (While I thought of it), about the spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose, and the blemishes. Within perhaps one second, she replied; “Keep your eye on them. We’ve been rushed here, you wouldn’t believe how busy!” That threw me off track with the things I wanted to mention to her, altogether.

After she took the blood and told me to hold my finger on it, she went into the other half of the room onto the computer. I did talk about getting soaked in the weather. She said she was nipping out and would be back in a while, keep pressing on the vein.

She returned and stuck a plaster on the wound and taped some cotton wool on. She did look a little agitated. I gave her some nibbles and departed, I left a bag of bites on the reception counter for the support team – I had no choice, cause again, there was no staff manning it.

3Wed14Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.

WDP001 As I walked down Mansfield Road to the Lidl store, I felt beyond caring as I got yet another soaking leaving me sodden wet through.

I bought two cheesy cobs, some small tomatoes, some pork shoulder slices and seasoned sliced potatoes. When I got to the self-serve tills, the lad who was so helpful last week, just stood there glaring at me. He’s soon settled into the Lidl mindset and psyche, bless him.

3Wed15Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.

After a few minutes waiting and the bus travel back was dry. Tsk! 

I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats again. But no bother today, as Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were giving me a welcome breather this morning.

3Wed16Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.

I walked up and over the hill and turned right into Woodthorpe Grange Park. A few dogs were walking their owners as I limped (The feet had got so soft with being marinated in rainwater, they were hurting now) up to the top and turned 3Wed17right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.

I made another detour to avoid the muddy swamp at the top.

The tree copse still looked very sparse and thinly thicketed. I’m getting impatient to see it back in its full radiant glory.

3Wed18I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.

Then to the social hut, and explained to Obergruppenfurheress Deana that I will not be able to get to see Cathy as arranged. Adding about the state of my clothing and me needing a little attention and drying out. Haha!

I said I’d hope to speak with her in the morning at the Social Hour.

The rain had virtually stopped now, just the odd sprinkling coming down. Made my way back to the apartment.

I noticed the stolen fire extinguishers had not been returned to the foyer or lift lobby. Tsk!

First things first, a wee-wee. Then I did the Health Checks, some a little high. I put this down to the rain-soaked walking I’d done. Sys 169 – Dia 79 – Pulse 92 – Temp 32.2.

3Wed19I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.

Had to get the Clothes Airer out to dry the jacket out. Kept turning it over and feeling for damp patches that needed attention.

Got the trousers off, and put them on the towel 3Wed20airer in the hall.

Then I got a wash and changed into the jammy bottoms.

The legs began to stiffen and give pain, then belatedly, Hippy Hilda joined in. Had a gargle with TCP to counter a sore throat that’s coming on. Then the shivers started, so I put on the dressing gown as well. The stabbing (Almost like electric shocks?) pains from the lower back thought they would play as well then!

3Wed21I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!

Remembered to put the spud in the oven, checked the slow cooker, the meat and veg were nearly ready. So I threw it away and put some of the sliced seasoned potatoes in instead. I did this because the spud would not be cooked by the time the meat and veg were overcooked. I checked the drying jacket and trews, which were okay now, so I hung them up.

Then began to update this blog.

3Wed23Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.

I didn’t want to take any more extra codeine, as I think I’ve imbibed a couple of extra ones in the last few days. I know the acetaminophen is nowhere as effective as the Codeine Phosphate, but I don’t want to become addicted.

3Wed24I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.

The view was so beautiful, and when I opened the window to take these shots with the new Lumix. I have to say that the petrichor was as pleasant a smell as I have ever had.

I then went to the WordPress Reader, to catch up on others works.

Just got a phone call from a bloke, asking if he can speak to someone I didn’t know. I told him nobody of that name lives here. He apologised and asked if I could supply the first line of the address to confirm. I said a firm ‘No!’ The bloke then said he will remove this number from the system???

I went on Facebooking. But the system only allowed me a few minutes before it started going dead slow, so I exited and got the nosh prepared.

3Wed221700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.

Got the nosh, and listened to Herbert upstairs banging and clanging away. Only a short session, mind.

I did take a picture of the nosh, but somehow this one was mysteriously and or supernaturally removed from the camera card and off into the ether, as well as many more have recently. After consultations, Tim and I agree, it must be the Woodthorpe Court Aliens or Ghosts. Hehe!

The shivers and cramps in hands and legs had a bash at me for a while. As soon as they ceased, I was off into the land of nod.

WDP001 Waking a couple of times coughing, slipping back into slumber, before having to exit the recliner for a wee-wee. Being half-asleep still, somehow I didn’t notice that the food tray was on my stomach as I rose. Had the wee-wee, then cleaned up the mess on the carpet and chair. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Friday 6th April 2018: Worra horrible day!

Friday 6th April 2018

Turkish: 6 Nisan 2018 Cuma

0245hrs: I stirred into a Spike Milliganish form of life brain-wise. Battling back the harrowing wayward thoughts, and confusion milling about in the grey-cells. A thirst raged inside, and this forced me into physical activity, and I removed my short-plump chubby-wobbly body from the £300 second-hand recliner, almost with ease. Hippy Hilda was still asleep I think, so I moved with considerable attention so as not to disturb her.

5Fri001bI got the kettle on and made a brew. Using the small China mug, I used the English Breakfast tea and the Arla milk.

Took the cup and medications back to the computer, and got it turned on – the computer that is, not the cup and tablets. Hehe!

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 2.2/10: I started to do the updating of the diaries and tried to load the photographs to WordPress, but they would not go on (Download). I opened the old version of WordPress and, blow me down with a feather duster, it accepted them. Then, because the old one does not allow full alignment, I had to go back to the new version. Life, is so complicated, involved and complicated, don’t you find? Mine seems full of inconcinnity nowadays. Grumph!

Then I realised I had not done the Health Checks. So I did them.

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5Fri002While in the kitchen, I took a photographicalisation of an apparent Alien Spaceship on the horizon. Or, was it an Angel coming down for me? Maybe it was a North Korean missile? Most likely a reflection on the glass of something in the kitchen.

Either way, it seemed to be coming down over Top Valley. So it could be a Parachute dropping their supplies of knives, guns, drugs, iPads, mobile phones and condoms?

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 2.8/10: Just as I got back to the computer, an urgent and sudden need for the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne was needed. So, off to the wet room. En route, it dawned on me that Duodenal Donald had eased-off on me this morning as well as Hippy Hilda. The relief caused me some concern, as it was unnatural.

The actual evacuation caught me by surprise, no sooner was I sat down on the loose-fitting toilet seat, out it came. Slowly, messy. Had a heck of a job cleaning up after the movement. On the bright side (I tickled myself there, writing ‘On The Bright Side’, this does not happen to me very often – Hehehe!), there was only the tiniest amount of blood.

Back to the computer and made this post up to here. Then finally, I got onto finishing the Thursday post. A long job indeed, having to keep changing from on WP to the other to get it ended, but I managed and posted it off.

I tried to get into the account for the bank again, but I still did not know my ID. Spent far too long failing to get into it back.

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 2.9/10: Back to updating this one. I didn’t get very far, when another demand for a return to the Porcelain Throne arrived, Oh dearie me! I should best use the words ‘Gooey, with a distinctively putrescent, olid, aroma’ in describing this evacuation. I had a thorough cleansing session afterwards. I was left with the stomach feeling a tad queasy after the visit, where I would have thought it should have been before? An unpropitious indication for my future health here, I guess.

 Got on to the WordPress Reader, next.

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5Fri003Back to the computer.

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 3/10: I tried to get into the account for the bank again, but I still did not know my ID. Spent far too long failing to get into it back.

Time has shot by again, it is gone 0700hrs already.

Ablutions time soon. A quick look at the emails, then off to the wet room. Got the ablutions completed, remembered to take bank folder with the paperwork with me, and set-out.

5Fri006Again my reliable but unwanted EQ warning me that agitation is to follow!

I walked down to the end of Chestnut Walk, waving at the two uninterested Wardens as I passed their window.

Stopped at the end of the road to take this picture of the depressing place called home, as I turned down Winchester Street Hill on my way to the Bank to ask for help. (An enigma, my saying this).

5Fri007Not many folks about again.

Whoopsie O1 I got into the bank and only one other person in there, and he was being tended to. Just as well, only the one teller on duty.

I showed her the letter I’d received telling me how important it is to that I activate my internet account, and explained my difficulties.

The lady said that usually there would be someone who could help me, but not today. I was astounded and irate about this. The lady suggested she gets me a temporary Password. I was much cheerier at this news. She had it sent to me mobile, and I opened the message. I told her could I do this logging in etc. tomorrow, cause I have to go to the clinic and chemists yet today. But No! It expires in 6 hours, so it has to be done now. I was in there for ages and felt guilty keeping other customers waiting. In the end, I thanked her for making me miss my clinic appointment, and left, with stares from those now more aged people in the queue, burning into me. Oh, dear! Irritability Level; Now 4/10:

5Fri008Really aggravated now, again, after walking all the way down the hill, now I have to walk back up it to log-on and change things.

When I left, sulking and feeling hard-done-to again, all these closed shops in a row were next to the bank. I’m not surprised.

I struggled back up the hill, in a rotten mood.

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 4/10: Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald both came on at the same time.

Irritability Level; Still at 4/10 I called in at the Social Shed to see if I could get some comfort from the Wardenesses, who were both in their office. I began to tell Obrguppenfurher Deana about my woes with the bank. Her face turned stern, and she said: Don’t tell me, all the banks are useless in helping anyone. The gal had plainly suffered at the bank’s hands too! Poor thing. She got a phone call, so I lost her attention altogether. Unterofficier Julie was told of my plastering and carpet woes and then the bank farce. I might have well of been talking to the lamppost outside for all the response I got. But, I do appreciate how rushed they are with all the demolition… I mean, improvement, works going on. And precious little extra help for them.

5Fri009Back to the flat, where I met the chappie who did the carpet cleaning and had a little chinwag. Deana passed by hurrying to an appointment. (She’s always up to her neck with work to do.)

The mini-aliens had revisited the lifts. Hehe! No idea what was they bombed the carpeting with. (Might have been Black Kryptonite? Haha!)

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 4.18/10: The knocking and banging coming from the next flat were naggingly persistent. I assume Doris is having her plastering done today.

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 5/10: I had the embarrassment of calling the Clinic and apologising to them for my not showing up for the appointment. The last three days have been right disasters and frustrations for me. Today seems to be carrying on, if not getting worse, now! I’ve indeed shown myself up as a milquetoast, with the bank and Nottingham City Home and Willmott-Brown all showing little interest in my problems and my spunkless reactions to this.

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 5.2/10: I tried to get onto the bank site on the computer. A right farce it was, getting to put in the new code. Had to work several times before it let me in – Then I had to change the temporary PW with one of my own. You know; You must use upper and lower case letters numbers and give your barefoot height and favourite member of the Beatles, using 9 > 21 digits, on a Wednesday afternoon… Hehe! I’d taken too long picking a code, and it threw me out, telling me I must start the whole procedure again! Irritability Level; Now 4.9/10

Set out to catch the bus down the hill and walk to the chemist in Carrington. Met Cyndy on the way down, she always cheers me up. Irritability Level; Now down to 5/10.

Had a chinwag with a gal at the bus stop. We both got off in Sherwood and walked for a way along together, she was going to her local Doctors and then to do some shopping.

I pressed on along Mansfield Road towards Carrington.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on the other pathway across the road was moving along at a fair rate of knots, but not in a straight line, or anything like one. I think the two full, heavy-looking shopping bag on his handlebars and his backpack were affecting his balance. So, it is just as well he was on the pavement I thought. A little further on he stopped, to take a swig of lager, I think it was, then carried on his circuitous wobbling ride.

I plodded on down the hill to the Carrington Pharmacy. Feeling stupidly confident the prescriptions would be ready to collect. After all, I called in there on my last blood test visit, just to ask them when the medicines would be available. They told me Friday 6th, and I irrationally and insanely believed them, went home and wrote this down on the written diary and Google calendar.

Whoopsie O1 Irritability Level; Now 7.9/10: Of course I should have listened to my EQ and not bothered going. They were not ready. I could fetch them in the morning. I wanted to tell them of all the hassle they have caused me, and tell them I do not wish them to do my prescriptions anymore! But, being the faint-heart that I am, I said nothing. I just gave them my authentic disappointed, chapfallen, down-in-mouth look, and walked out without saying anything. Revue of Irritability Level; Now: 8.9/10

5Fri012Despite my frustrations, I spotted these flowers, growing through the gap between the bricks on a wall. Bootiful! Spring is coming.

I walked along Mansfield Road to the Lidl Store and bought food I didn’t need to. My depression was getting real now. I bought a TV guide (the last thing I need, I can’t stay awake to watch anything), Cheese Twists, Cobs, Wiener mini sausages, tomatoes, potato slices and a Melton pork pie.

Whoopsie O1 When I arrived at the self-serve counter and put the things through, I forgot how to get the total up, I pressed the Finish & Pay button, but the total cost did not appear. I was on the card-only till, and had to ask the helpful 6’4″ assistant who looked as interested in my problem as Jeremy Corbyn would be in remembering Margaret Thatchers birthday. He just barged me out of the way with his elbow, he never spoke,  pressed some buttons and then I could swipe my card, and walked away, treading on my toe as he did so! Irritability Level; Now: 9.2/10

I was more sad and pessimistic than ever now. I left and out to the bus shelter.

Whoopsie O1 The bus arrived, and I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats. This did not please Hippy Hilda at all. I only travelled for a few stops, but when it came to getting up to get off… I kept everyone waiting as I struggled to get up without risk of the zona orbicularis causing too much pain. (See, I do listen to the doctors, Hehehe!) The silence from the driver and other passengers spoke volumes. Before the bus pulled up and waited for me to get up and off, there was a hum of gossiping, this all stopped, while I made my way off, keeping those passengers waiting to alight the bus waiting too!

I did feel a fool! Irritability Level; Now 9.5/10

I walked up and into the Boots shop. They did have some straight Magnesium in stock. But they wanted £6.85 for a pot of 30! Hippy Hilda soon eased-off after I got walking again.

I left Boots and hobbled further up to the top of the hill and went into the Holland & Barrett store to look for some Magnesium tablets. They were charging £9.17 for a tub of 300. So I bought one. (Yes, I’d forgotten that I’d ordered some from Morrisons) What a foolish Chaim Yanke I am!

5Fri011Spotted a little more Nottingham Street art on Mansfield Road.

I called in the greengrocers and bought some more tomatoes and three of the seedless oranges. Why I don’t know. I didn’t like the last ones I bought a few days ago? But the lady did smile at me as she took the money off of me, and said: “I’ll see you again, later”.

Caught the bus up to the flats. Feeling tired and weary in the extreme now.

Got back to Chestnut Walk and made my way home to the flat.

Put the fodder away. No wee-weeing needed.  Made a brew and got on with the updating of this loquacious diary.

I took a break and knocked on neighbour Doris’s door. She was in. I asked her if she might like one of the oranges and a cheese twist. She liked the idea of the twist and said she would warm it up tonight. No orange for her though, she cannot eat them.

After several hours, and two hours beyond my regular head-down time, I got the nosh sorted.

A cheese twist, sugar-snap peas, potatoes and that was enough. For I felt so tired and worn out, my appetite was minimal. But I fancied the cheese twist.

Whoopsie O1 Serving up the nosh, I dropped the cheese twist, and it fell straight 5Fri016into the waste bin without touching the sides. It landed on top of the used medical swabs, so no way was I going to even think about retrieving it. Humph!

Irritability Level; Now 10.5/10 – I’ve lost all heart and faith in life here now! Hehe!

The meal minus the cheese twist, of course, was appetising enough.

Whoopsie O1 But yet another Whoopsiedangleplop had to be contended with. While in the recliner eating the meal form the tray on my knees, the orange slipped off of the dish. I continued to enjoy the meal, finished it and then got up to wash the pots, and had a look for the orange. I could not see it, so went into the kitchen and cleaned the accoutrements.

Came back to have a ‘proper’ search for the orange. Despite feeling so tired, frustrated and irritable at this day’s disasters and failures, I spent ages, looking in incredibly unlikely places for this piece of citrus – it’s still AWOL.

I got down in the recliner and began to analyse the events of the worst day of the year for Whoopsiedangleplops… Drifted off in seconds I reckon. Kept waking up with the wrist itching like mad – repeatedly?

Should my EQ ever warn me of another day like any of the last five days is imminent, I don’t care what the ‘agony and torment’ bringing Nottingham City Homes, or Willmott-Brown tell me about not opening the windows – I throw myself out of one!

Inchcock Today – Part 1 of 2: Wednesday 21st March 2018

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Wednesday 21st March 2018

German: Mittwoch, 21. März 2018

0310hrs: Woke having enjoyed three-hours of dream-filled nonsense toying with my mind, leaving me even more confused, disturbed and discouraged than ever with life’s current situation.

I felt (Rare for me) I just wanted to go back to sleep. But all the current hassles, tasks and disasters, forced me to evacuate the £300 second-hand recliner and get up and sorting things. Hopefully, the workers to do the balcony door will be arriving at 0800hrs, then out sharpishly to hobble to Carrington for the Blood Test with Nurse Ann 0905hrs. Bus to City Hospital and the GUM clinic for 1100hrs. Having been stuck indoors and unable to get out since last Thursday. Thanks to the snow and ice, and every appointment being rearranged by Nottingham City Homes or the Willmott-Brown team. I must get some fresh food in as well. Oh, and not get carried away on this computer either. Essential I start my ablutions at the latest at 0645hrs, giving me time scrub-up, medicate the lesion and piles in time for the arrival of the blokes to do the upgrading, then I can go off for the blood test, then to the clinic.

I hope things will be all right when I get back later.

Off to the kitchen and got the sphygmomanometer in use to do the Health Checks.

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3Wed00b2Sys and pulse well up again. But I shouldn’t be surprised should I? All the hassle of late, and with more to come today with the inside balcony doors being installed.

Tomorrow the dentist appointment at 0930hrs, so I just hope I can get back for some of the Social Hour in time.

I’m feeling pretty low at the moment. Ah, well!

When it came to taking the medications, I realised I’d missed two doses so far this week, they were still in their pots. Tsk!

Off to the Porcelain Throne, more blood than ever from the Haemorrhoids this morning, splattered the bowl before I even passed anything. I put this down to all the enforced sitting around (on the computer mostly, thanks to Virgin, rearranged appointments and the weather) while I’ve been incarcerated inside this flat for days on end.

Got the computer on and finished off the Tuesday post.

Started this one off up to here, then posted the last one to Facebook and email friends. Did WordPress reading, some brilliant stuff on again today. Then sorted comments and replied.

I must get the ablutions and medicationalisationing of some regions of my obese-wobbly-body done now. Can’t use the noisy shower this early, so a stand-up scrub-up will have to suffice this morning. At least it is not like in the 1950’s. When I stood at the kitchen sink (No bath or shower or hot water, central heating, electricity or unemployment, in those days. Hehehe!) with ice forming on the windows, saucepans and kettles on the gas stove, carbolic soap, cut-throat razor… Enough! I can’t stand to think about it now. How the heck did I manage back then?

I’ll get back ASAP folks.

I’m back, all smelling nice with a less painful Haemorrhoids now they have been tended to, showered and shaved without any Whoopsiedangleplops too. But still not my old self.

Went to make a mug of tea to have before the workman arrives.

I found the new windows were obstructing the view and light in the room. With the bottom of the frames so high, and the new ledge below the window sticking out so far: This means I will not be able to take any photographicalisation straight down of Chestnut Walk, the car park, the bottom field, or in Panorama, etc. Because the window is set far further out, and with the new thicker heater as well, it is impossible for me to reach out enough.

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Still, in a few weeks when I can get out onto the new balcony, it might be easier to take them from there? Fingers crossed.

Got the nibbles for the nurses in the bag, updated this tosh to here, and awaited the arrival of the Nottingham City Homes man with his clipboard.

Who did not arrive? So, I got the things needed and set off out into the cold sunshine of the day, to start my mini-marathon hobble. I thought I needed a good blow-out after being stuck indoors for so long, and oh boy, did I give myself one! About 2.8 miles I reckon after checking on the Google map.

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3Wed0001bHad to take care, because there were patches of ice on the higher ground.

Took this photograph as I went along Chestnut Way to Winchester Street.

There were no signs of life in the Obergruppenfruheresses Wardens and Social Hut as I hobbled by it. Well, there wouldn’t be at 0815hrs.

3Wed0001cTook this photograph half way down Winchester Street.

The weather fooling everyone into thinking it was a warm sunny morning. I can assure you it wasn’t in the slightest. Although it did warm-up later on.

But I was well wrapped up in my new coat, titfer and the PPs helped keep out Jack Frost.

The shadow in the picture made it look as if I was on a plinth.

3Wed0001dPutting back on my fingerless gloves, I was surprised to see the nail thumbnail, which I cut last night seemed to be leaking puss? It had the texture of toothpaste.

Odd that? Mind you, it is the thumb that as a young whipper-snapper I had crushed and decapitated the top half of it. No problems afterwards as such, but when it was stitched back on, the nail grew triple thickness for some reason. Just thought I’d mention it. Hehe!

3Wed0001f I proceeded in an Easterly direction (Haha!) and turned left on Mansfield Road.

Not much traffic about this morning.

No ice down here either, it was only lurking in the higher laying areas, you know, up the hills.

Up the hill and down into Carrington.

3Wed0001gaArriving at the surgery with a few minutes to spare for the appointment with Nurse Ann to take my blood.

Registered with the two not seen receptionists previously eventually. Both of them were on the phones, and I waited patiently, before logging in.

Called in by Nurse Ann, who was in a good mood. It felt quaint not being told-off. She got me done, and I gave her the nibbles, 3Wed0001hthanked her and was out. Left a bag of bites on the reception desk, and set off on the trek into town.

Plodded along the A60 through the strangely quiet hamlet of Carrington. Boy, I’m so glad I got out of there! Mind you, with all the hassle at the flats going on, I may be a little less-glad now. Hehe!

3Wed0001iHobbled along at a steady pace, no rush today. The sooner I get back to the apartment, the sooner I will have to face what will obviously be a right mess from the balcony window installation. That is if it has been done.

With Mr Clipboard not arriving, at o8oohrs as he had promised to earlier, I was in a pickle decision-wise as to what to do? If I locked the door, would they be able to gain admission? So I’d left it unlocked so they could. Not the best of situations, but I thought I had no choice.

3Wed0001J The plates-of-meat were beginning to hurt, but, I expected this to be the case, what with me not getting any walks in for ages.

As I struggled up the incline near the Rock Cemetary and the Forest, this Nottingham Pavement cyclist came close to clouting me as he passed me from behind. Unprecedentedly, this did not bother me much?

I assumed this was due to my having enough to worry about with the hassle of the flat?

3Wed001Up to the lights and over down the hill towards the City Centre.

A really strange never been seen before view when I took this photographicalisation of Mansfield Road.

Usually, lines of traffic would queue up at this spot from the traffic lights. But, all I could see in view was one bus coming up the hill!

3Wed01Always a sad sight or two to be spotted on this stretch of road.

Mostly reports of crime, and closed retail businesses.

I recall my beloved Auntie Kath was bothered by this many, many years ago, and wrote to the Council and local paper about it. Nothing has changed here then, apart from so many more 3Wed01ashops and pubs have closed down.

In the blocks behind these shops, are thousands of student flats of all types. I’d have thought they would have made use of some of the food retailers that have endlessly gone out of business, other poor souls and bought or rented and reopened so many, but to no avail, they have gone under too! I’m waffling again, sorry.

I meandered down the road and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) via the bus station and entered into the top floor. Walked the length and into the Boots Store, near the Optical Department, and searched for someone to speak with about my broken spectacles. A lady approached me. The unfortunate thing was obviously woebegone underneath her bravely displayed signs of mock interest. I explained about the fractured nose thingy on the glasses, handed them to her, and she told me to wait while she got them sorted for me. Returning a few minutes later, she returned the spectacles to me, and I inquired about the cost of getting a new pair with reading lenses. The lady told me to view the frames while she went to get someone to deal with me.

I meandered over to the wall of frames. Walked up and down them, but could not see an that appealed to me, at a decent price, and there were none with the large lens area which I wanted. Well, there was one, but that would cost me £299. I did another walk up and down in case I’d missed any… then realised that no one had come to deal with me yet. I walked out.

3Wed02I exited the centre onto Upper Parliament Street.

It was still nippy, and the sun tried to fool us. But as you can see, the Nottinghamians were like me, all wrapped up well.

Shadowy photo this one.

I legged it to the end of the road and over Maid Marion Way and up the dreaded Standard Hill to the Audio clinic. I took what I thought was a super picture of the skyline when I was half-way up. But mysteriously yet again, this one dissipated into the ether, never to be found on the SD card?

Into the clinic and to the reception desk. I made my needs known to the lady, who seemed to spend an inordinately long time giving me her inquiring up and down looks. After what seemed like minutes, but would have been a few seconds, she put her hand out and sternly spoke: “Record Log!” I really wanted to reply, “No, Gerald Chambers!” But was too scared of her practised expression and eyes raised momentarily, saying unspeakingly; “Come on you old fart, snap to it, move!” It really cheered her up when the zip on the inside pocket where I’d put Audio Log got stuck. I kerfuffled a bit in getting it open. I pictured a cartoon in my head, of this receptionist having an explosion coming out of the top of her head and me laying on the floor bleeding where the pencils had been stabbed into my chest. I left ten minutes later along with the batteries and tubes, but having forgotten to book the next test.

3Wed04I departed and hobbled down into the slab square. Sometime before the L9 bus was due, so I had a wander around and took some photographs while I was waiting.

The first one shown here. The other three had joined the Standard Hill photo in the ether and have never been found since? Not in the camera memory, not on the SD card either. I wonder just what I’m doing wrong here? I thought the slab square shot reminded me of some of the Alberquery shots that Tim Price does so well. Weather-wise I mean.

Caught the bus and had a chinwag with a lady tenant.

Back at the flats, I went into the Obergruppenfureress Temporary Social Hut. I needed to find out it the apartment had been done or not. I inquired of the Warden, but she had no idea, and suggested I got up and found out. I explained about Mr Clipboard not arriving on time as promised, but got no response at all.

3-2Wed 01So I did go up to the flat to find out what was going on if anything.

I could hear the noise and knew some of the lads were working in there. I part-opened the door, and the dust encouraged me to close it.

So, then back to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary Social Hut. Confident that a cup of tea and biscuits would welcome me, and I could rest there while the working continued.

I bumped into one of the lads and asked him how long it would be before I could get back in. About an hour I was told. Thanked the lad and made my way back to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary Social Hut, with hopes of enjoying a brew of tea and nibbles.

Hehehe!

I met Mr Clipboard on the way to the shed.

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Got into the hut.

A solitary figure was I.

Haha!

Ah, well, at least I got a plastic cup of water!

Part Two of Wednesday’s Inchcock Today, to follow.

Back to the flat – maelstrom encountered!

Pictorial

Inchcock – Monday 15th May 2017: Got soaked in the rain going for the INR Blood Test, Tsk!

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Monday 15 May 2017

Icelandic: Mánudagur 15 Maí 2017

0215hrs: Rose out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way to the Porcelain Throne. A long, long session this first one today. Got some of the ‘Emotions’ book reread. The movement was far less than of late, but resistant to my needs, although still Pebbledash quality. Cleaned things and me up and into the kitchen to make a cuppa.

Got the washing ready and down to the laundry room and got them machine going. Back up to the home.

Took the morning medications, not realising it was so early.

1Mon02Down and moved the things into the dryer.

The view from outside the foyer door was photographicalised.

Onto the computer and finished off the last diary for yesterday.

Google Chrome keeps going unresponsive, and I have to close it and all other programmes and restart – then it does it again! Grumph! Does it each and every time I try to go on Facebook!

Then I did the Health Check Print-Out for last week.

I think things looked okay.

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Noticed the, er… aroma shall I call it, from the Porcelain Throne room seemed to have permeated into the rest of the flat’s rooms. Foul and followed me all over, even when I went down twelve floors to the laundry room! Nose blocked today, maybe that has something to do with it. Seem to be endlessly spraying air freshener over everywhere, without any success?.

1Mon04Down to retrieve the clothing.

Why or how I had not noticed before beats me, but I realised how few clothes I’d actually taken down to be washed?

Whoopsiedangleplop!

I’d unaccountably started two laundry bags and taken only one down! Nincompoop, idiot and simpleton spring immediately to mind as a description of me?

Up one last time to the flat. The first thing needed to be was to visit the Porcelain Throne… what a phoo too! Hehe! More disinfectant splashing and fresh-air spraying ensued!

Must remember today is the INR Blood Test at the City Hospital. I’ll try a walk there again like last week, a slow, steady walk. Put the nibbles in the bag while I thought of it, and the Anticoagulation form in the jacket pocket.

6Sat01aWhile searching got the things, I came across the leaflet about Tuesday being available for us to go and talk to someone in the Community Shed about out preferences for the new colour scheme for the flats.

I don’t mind what colour they are, but will vote for the dark brown I think, because I can’t see others opting for it. That is of course if I remember to go.

Started this off, in between Google Chrome crashing and having to rest everything – getting miffed with this. I must try to find someone who can come to the flat and fix it for me if possible?

Then is dawned on me. Will I manage to get to the hospital without any Accifauxpa in the emissions department? Fingers crossed and safety pants on I think.

To the Porcelain Throne once more, much wind and rumbling but little action. Although much stinky-poos I’m afraid. While I sat there, a mental picture of the dream, I had earlier adumbrated into my mind for few seconds. I was in the back of a lorry, had a uniform on and playing cards with some other soldiers, each one from a different army and time period…? Was this from a dream? Or did the pain of the Throne session warp the mind? Hehehe!

Got ready and did the ablutions – spent ages trying to get to every crevice to feel cleansed. Creams, medications and deodorants applied afterwards, but the smell still seemed to have lingered.

1Mon07Got dressed up well, I still can’t find the umbrella. Naturally, it was raining as I left the foyer.

Up by the magnificent looking Copse along the gravel path, taking my time and enjoying the wildlife and fauna as I poddled along.

Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and even Duodenal Donald were being gentle with me, bless em!

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I was under some trees looking up at the branches trying to locate a bird singing away but could not.

But I got a shot of this young lady as she cycled along the footpath with her child in a chair on the crossbars.

Some friendly dogs around that let me fuss them a bit, enjoyed that.

1Mon09Out and up the hill, and this gentleman came by from behind and gave me a start.

Over the crest and down to the traffic lights to cross over and onwards down to Valley Road.

The rain started to come a lot harder.

But no signs of interest from Diarrhea Derek bothering me, that was another good sign.

1Mon10Down the hill and looked back as this Herbert rode a little close to me for my liking. I’m pleased to report that the motorist turning into the side road gave the Pavement Cyclist a toot on his horn and made him wobble… and I just caught him in mid-wobble!

Turned left and crossed the two-stage Pelican Lights over to the other side of the dual carriageway.

1Mon12The wildflowers and weeds on the verges looked so fresh in the new rain.

I came across these Daisies that were bigger and larger than any I have ever seen, Bootiful they were.

I reckon the bigger ones were up 4 inches wide?

1Mon16I spotted this Pavement Cyclist (No problem with him at all, and the traffic was very heavy on the road), so saw him coming towards me and moved out of his way.

By gum, he was moving.

Realised the rain had almost stopped as I took this photographicalisation.

A few hundred yards further on the drizzle turned back into torrential rains – not that it bothered me too much mind – I was that wet anyway it would have been hard to get 1Mon11wetter without throwing myself into the stream further on, nearby.

I leant over the bridge and looked down into the stream or Brook whatever it was.

There were not many tings that had not been deposited in it along this stretch. Railings, shopping trolley and baskets, fag packets, Coke cans, Condoms, someone’s jacket, etc. A bit sad really.

As I approached the GUM clinic entrance, the rain increased, even more, it belted down! They could not help with my request for a date for the op but would let me know ASAP and reminded me I am still on the Standby List and do I still want to be on it? I said yes and thanked them.

Out into the wet rain and hobbled as fast as I could manage to the Phlebotomy Department, took the ticket and had a go at the Crosswords. The nurses were back in the proper Bay Area now, so it did not take them long to clear the queue, and I was in and being done in less than fifteen minutes! The nurse had a job stopping the vein bleeding again, but it didn’t bother her. Gave the nurses nibbles to her, thanked her and asked which way if there is one, can I go to get out at the other end of the site using inside corridors to avoid the rain? She explained to me, and I was off.

I was soon lost.

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I eventually got to Edwards Lane and back up into Sherwood, through the Park and back down to the flats. Soaked through I was! Hehe!

Met Jenny and Frank, then Olive in the foyer and had a chinwag.

Then up to the flat and amazingly, did not need a visit to the Porcelain Throne! Watch it now, I’ll probably get Constipation next… Tsk, Hehe!

An hour updating this diary, and then I did have to visit the Throne, not a bad session at all.

Bravely I tried Facebooking, fully expectant of the Computer freezing or just becoming unresponsive.

Which it did, and I gave up.

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 Got some fodder ready and did my best to eat it all.

The recent return of hunger had gone again now?

However, afterwards, in between nodding off sessions and I failed to view the DVD (Last of the Summer Wine Christmas Specials), I did nibble on some naughty snacks. Crisps Marmite, chocolate bar and rice peas.

Dizzy Dennis paid me a few visits.

Did the ablutions, took the medications and got the head down to sleep… which within about five hours I achieved! Humph!

TTFN each.

Inchcock – Thursday 27 April 2017: Busiest Day of the Year!

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Thursday 27 April 2017

Arabic: الخميس 27 أبريل 2017

0300hrs: Woke, reluctantly, tried to get back to sleep, knew I’d been dreaming, but again, no memories of them. I hate that. Hehe! Gave up trying to nod off again when the urge to visit the porcelain throne appeared.

Flipping cold this morning.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and nearly went over as Dizzy Dennis caught me unawares as I dismounted. Onto the throne and Duodenal Donald kicked in and the stomach rumbling began. Thought about how I enjoyed yesterday’s Fish and Chip meal and how foolish I was to have gone for it.

Carried out the Health Checks and printed the last few day off so as to show the doctor later on.

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All those 163 to 174 Sys readings and then it goes down to 155 on the day I go to see the Doctor? Humph! The weight down a bit again too, mind you, I got onto the scales after the Porcelain Throne session.

Took the medication4Thur03s.

I threw back the curtains as it began to get lighter, and realised why it was so nippy, I’d left the window open!

Humph!

Did some WordPress reading done, made a mug of strong tea… during which I had to make a rather hasty a trip back to the porcelain… just in time! Great! The runs, on a day I’ve got to go to the surgery, chemist, back for the Social Hour, back out to the bank, then the clinic!

4Thur04Back to put the above photograph on here, and noticed some smoke in it, left of the right curtain.

Got a close-up of it from the kitchen window.

No emergency lights were showing. Looked like it was on the housing estate?

Got the paperwork for the day’s needs, Surgery, Bank and Clinic into a folder, put the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag for the Social Hour and staff. Realised I had not booked an appointment with the Doctor’s Nurse for the Tuesday INR Blood Test… Huh! I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for it then. Far too late to get an appointment for Tuesday now. Hey-ho!

Made some reminder notes to take with me to avoid forgetting to mention something to the Doctor.

Updated this twollop.

Ablutions tended to.

Remembered to gather the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop to take them with me – plan to walk up through the park, up over the hill and to the surgery.

Set out and went the wrong way, half way along Chestnut Walk, I stopped and walked back in the opposite direction, so as to go to the Nottingham Hospice shop – stopped again when I realised I’d put their stuff in the wrong bag, and went back in the original direction. I’ll bet someone was watching and thinking; Look at that fool, what’s he up to now? Hehe!

4Thur05Plenty of time to spare so I took a nice steady hobble down the hill.

Damn it, I had not got the hearing aids in!

A bit of an obstacle course on the pavement with the bins lined up for collection, but still.

Anne Gyna now amalgamated with Duodenal Dennis, and this was most annoying and persistent. Hey-ho!

4Thur06Left and up the hill on Mansfield Road and over the crest… or should that be apex or maybe the crown of the road?

The traffic was building up here in Carrington as I had to stop a few moments to let Anne Gyna calm down.

Even Roger Reflux had a go at me then.

Tsk! Not feeling well at all, yet oddly not poorly.

Does that make sense to you?

4Thur07Further down the hill as I approached the surgery, a sudden uplifting insanity came over me… no not insanity, erm, jollity!

I found Dennis had eased off quickly and I was singing to myself?

Well, maybe insanity after all. Hehe!

I got into the Surgery and consulted my list of things to remember and asked the receptionist if I had booked in for Monday or Tuesday for an INR Blood Test, she confirmed that I had, for 1020hrs. I thanked her, took my seat and got out the crossword book. Noticing as I did, some new posters on the board. It seems the senior Doctor is retiring and Dr Vinla is currently interviewing for a replacement. I thought she was off ill? Big decisions to make for her.

A locum for Dr Vinla was on duty today.

I was told to go in and the Doctor, a far Eastern Gentleman was very cross with me for forgetting the hearing aids, and when I had to ask for confirmation or misheard him, it made him angrier still. Oh dear! Got it wrong again didn’t I? But he was straight to the point. Well, in all but when I asked about and explained the depression and anxiety symptoms, which he told me we all have, and told me to leave it until Dr Vindla returned and warned me that referrals take months sometimes.

Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s hassle I mentioned. He said to double up with the Omeprazole for a few days until things calm down. I pointed out that perhaps the stocks might run low, and he said if the do ask for some more later.

4Thur10I requested some extra Codeine Phosphates and was pleased when after he’d read my statistics on the computer, he agreed to do so, because of the Morphgesic SR 30 mg Tablets being stopped in readiness for the graft operation and it should be safe to take some extra 30g Codeines, in place of them. So glad he agreed to this, bless him.

I thanked him, left his office and gave the staff some nibbles in a bag and walked (Very painfully now the feet had started singing) down the road into Carrington and the Chemist shop.

4Thur11Deepak, the chemist and owner, asked me to have a talk with him while I waited for the prescription to be filled.

I mentioned how I was feeling depressed and why. Somehow it was easier to speak with him. A really nice chap, Deepak is.

The chinwag only took a few minutes, and I collected the medications and was off hobbling to the Lidl store.

4Thur08I got only three things today, A bag of small potatoes, a small packet of Sugar-Peas and two small cheese cobs.

I paid on the serve yourself till and got rid of all my small change.

Hehehe! I later regretted this.

Out to the bus stop, (Weary legs and feet now) and got lifted up into Sherwood. Where I dropped off and called at the bank as instructed by the bank manageress last week, to talk to her about the direct debits and how I wanted things handling.

I explained all this to the lady serving, put my card and number into the machine on the counter, and she seemed to concentrate and read things on the screen for ages and ages? I began to fear that something was wrong… My IQ told me something was wrong!

Eventually, after I nearly fell asleep a few times waiting, she said that the manageress was unavailable today??? She added in a wholly disquieting, nerve-making tone, (To me anyway!) That the transfer had gone through and I could now use the new card. Conviction, was missing in her voice? Knowing my luck, I found it hard to believe that things were alright with it. Time will prove me right, my IQ is rarely wrong. Watch this space! Oh, dear…

Started to hobble up the hill to see if any buses might be coming to get me back up to the flats and realised the L8 service had finished, so no matter what the time, no luck. As I knew the L9 route came at 25 minutes past the hour, and it was 54 minutes past now.

So I limped back the way I came from and walked up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats.

Amazingly, I arrived in time (Well, not very late anyway) for the Tenants Social Hour. But it was hard work not hearing folks unless they were next to me and I could see the lips.

Got the raffle tickets and donated them to a table of ladies, handed out the nibbles, managed a quick bit of a gossip with Penny and BJ – then decided to call it quits and go back to the flat to get the hearing aids and take some painkillers and an extra Omeprazole.

4Thur09Boy, was I lucky, just missed the downpour that started as I got in, put the fodder away and had a wee-wee before taking the midday and the extra medications. A bit of a mouthful that, Haha!

The rain was so fine it was hard to see, I’d got the hearing aids in by then and heard it more than saw it.

It only lasted a few minutes, but anyone in it would have recognised it as ‘That wet rain’ and got soaked through!

Did an order for Morrison’s while I thought of it. A job getting the new card accepted, but all okay now.

Set off on slow, nice and easy hobble to the Clinic at the City Hospital, remembering to take the attendance card and bus pass to get back with. See? Sometimes I can get things right, Hehe!

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When I crossed over Valley Road at the pelican lights, a gentleman in a BMW went over on amber, gave me a fright he did.

I was well pleased with Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald (Actually he was less bothersome now?) on the limp to the clinic. Only the feet gave me a lot of any bother. And no rain in sight. Come think of it, the roads might have been greasy, and that’s why Mr BMW didn’t try to stop? Glad I didn’t call him a naughty name now.

The usual Po-faced Obergruppenfurher on the reception again. I’ve worked out to annoy now. I keep a smile on my face and am extremely friendly and polite to him. Haha!

No waiting at all, I was called in within 2 minutes – into an office full of medical professionals and students. They explained As I thought about the Morphine removal being so that if I need it during the graft operation, it would be more efficient for me. The head man (I assumed as the others said nothing to him, except in answer to his prompting, but hung on his every word) explained the procedure in detail to me. But I will not repeat anything on here, cause it fritted me. Hehehe!

Then we all went into the treatment room, and they had a silent giggle and declared me all okay for the surgery to take place, as long as I have no more bad bleeds. After much embarrassment and poking and prodding, we returned back into the office and, he was a Mr, not Doctor? Advised me that having to cancel the original surgical time will mean a longer wait, this time around. Fair enough!  He gave me more cream.

I thanked him, got out into the reception area and smiled at Hitler, the sweetest smile I could manage and said Thank you, my friend, received a look back that should have killed me actually, and got out quickly. Hehe!

I was going to take a photographicalisation of the clinic but had left the camera in the flat. Tsk!

A number 40 bus arrived within seconds of my getting to the bus stop. All this good luck is very worrying yer know! If had got the camera and used it, I’d have missed the bus!

The uphill, but a short walk from the 40 bus stop back to to the apartment block, was excruciating for me, thanks to the state of the feet and Anne Gyna starting to kicking off again.

So glad to get back inside. Had a long wee-wee. Checked on the man and woman handled Little inchy, no bleeding. Phew!

Kettle on, and I took the evening medications then, got the computer on to update this again. Did the last Health Checks. Sys still a little high, but lower than the first two checks.

Oh, the feet and Anne Gyna… but Duodena4Thur08l Donald was bearable.

Got the fodder away went on Facebook catch-up then the meal was prepared and consumed.

The ‘Luxury’ fish surimi sticks were delicious and tasty. I didn’t eat all of it, left most of the potatoes, the pepper was a little too hot for me. The egg was of a plasticity and rubber texture that was unpleasant. However, I did have an orange sucker and a handful of chocolate balls afterwards.

Got the DVD going to watch some more of the Jonathan Creek episodes, the new headphones are marvellous.

Repeatedly fell asleep and had to rewind, so often I gave up trying.

TTFN

Inchcocks Woes – Thursday 14th December 2016: Got out to go to Arnold, got on the wrong bus and ended up in Nottingham. Oven fire. Lost shopping bag. Nothing new here then?

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Thursday 14th December 2016

In Maori: Rāpare 14 Hakihea 2016

Woken at 0330hrs, the £300 second-hand recliner in the down posIition, nibble pots scattered about me, the TV still on. I think I’d been dreaming of Sister Jane and Dad? The urge for a WRWW prevalent and responded to. A trickle of blood from Little Inchy, Haemmohoird Harold not too much bleeding either.

The urge for a WRWW prevalent and responded to. A trickle of blood from Little Inchy, Haemmohoird Harold not too much bleeding either. Got the washing and down to the launderette and loaded the machine got it started and back up for a WRHD. Not an easy affair this morning

Got the washing bag and down to the laundry room, loaded the machine got it started and back up for a WRHD. Not an easy affair this morning at all. Got the computer started and made a cuppa and took an extra Senna with the medications.

4thur02Back down to move the clothes into the dryer. Popped out the foyer door to see if I could get a photograph on the Copse in the dark.

0415hrs: Up once more to the apartment, updated this diary. Brewed a mug of tea. Finalised yesterday’s journal.

Started graphicationalisationing for the next TFZer fun creation.

Back to collect the finished clothes from the laundry room. I was a little late with concentrating on the graphics and someone had kindly thrown my clothing on top of the dryer for me.

Up, put the clothing away and got a cuppa and back to the Graphicalisationing.

Again I lost track of time and had to rush to do the ablutions in time for me to get to the Tenants Social Hour in time. Not that the impetus and joy are in going there anymore, but I did tell BJ I would be going, so. Had a refreshing shave and shower, did the teggies and treated tender, sore Little Inchy as best I could.

Got the pressies, prized and nibbles in the bag.

Popped over to see Olive, where I got a mega-telling off for asking if I could take her photo. Apparently, her hair was not suitable at that moment. But she is so sweet yet commanding with it, and the twinkle in her eye transfixes me you know. Hehe!

4thur03Off to the Social Hour.

I must say the new display in the Foyer looked fantastic with the lights on. Very homely looking?

Out to the Winwood Community Shed and put the prizes on the trolley and sat down at a bare table and awaited the arrival of my weekly tale-mates. Bill arrived, in his usual confused state, a grand bloke is Bill. Bob next, he of the ‘I want’ category. Polish Eddie then, a 93-year-old-miracle is Eddie. Full of vim and energy too. Then mate BJ arrived. He’s taken to these Tenants Hour Session has BJ, he’s taken over helping with ‘doing’ the raffle now. The women love him to bits. I hate him… Jealousy! Hehehe!  A helper, can’t remember his name, he gave me some DVDs that he had from clearing his Mothers flat out.

Said my cheerios and back to the flat. Got ready to go out into Arnold with the intention of getting some Surimi, Sourdough bread and Rice-Pea snacks from Sainsbury’s. Down to the bus stop and chatted to a few other tenants. I noticed that on the concrete bollards at the side of the kerb, the Ladybirds had gathered again.

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I took a couple of photo’s of them, there were eight bollards I looked at, and the insects were on each one. This phenomenon continues to puzzle me. Here we are in December and Ladybirds still active? Each time I see these, I tell myself to look up at them on the internet, but I always forget to.

4thur05Foolishly I got on the wrong bus, muggins here got on the inbound L9 in error for the outbound one.

Pillock with bar, that’s me!

Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and up and over the walkway and took this photographicalisation of the Nottingham shoplifters and Benefit claimants. Haha!

4thur06My alternative plan was to go in the Victoria Centre Mall and go into Tesco and have a wander around. The intended Sainsbury expedition will have to be done tomorrow. Tsk!

I took a shot from the upper floor of the ‘Everything Made of Chocolate’ stall below.

It still fascinates me. Can’t make out what the yellow and grey things are bottom right?

Window shopped my way along and down and to Tesco. Where those deadly Fresh Cream French Horns jumped into my shopping basket without me realising it. (Ahem!)

4thur07Got some bits and wandered out of the centre by the shortest route, as it was getting a bit dangerous with the crowds so large, to walk safely.

Walked into the City Centre Slab Square, avoiding the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists as best I could.

When I was coming onto Milton Street, I was approached m an ITV interviewer and cameraman and they interviewed me about Government or Local to fund social care! I stuttered and was slow in forming my answers, so I don’t think they will be using me on the box, but they might?

In the square, the ice skaters were all having fun.

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Many years ago, I tried ice skating at the arena. Ten minutes after starting and a broken ankle later, I gave up trying. Hahaha!

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The stalls and rides evoked another memory from my muddled mind. I once had a go on the Horses around 1959 it was, at Goose Fair. They say I was the first person they had that fell off of a horse.

4thur10I had a further poddle around and then Anne Gyna started playing me up, so I made my way to the bus stop to catch an L9 bus back to the welcoming ‘So glad I live here now’ flat.

As the bus pulled off and I took this photographicalisation on the right at the top of King Street, I remembered that it was the City Hospital GUM Clinic appointment today! Plonker! However, it proved so lucky I recalled this when I did, ’cause all I had to do was stay on the bus beyond the Woodthorpe Court flats, and it took me straight outside the City Hospital gate, where I dropped off. Leaving one of my bags on the bus! Plonker again!

Walked through to the other side of the compound and into the GUM clinic. Smiler was working on the reception again. I’ve learned not to bother to even attempt any verbal communications with him, just yes, no and nods is best, he understands these simple non-sociable things.

Another session of embarrassing and belittling treatment ensued. Why should whoever sees me, do the interview and update, take me to a treatment room, pants down, lie down. Giant lighted magnifying machine placed over the lower regions as I lay there pretending not to be disconcerted or flustered while she has a look, then always they fetched some other persons to have a look and give their opinion and nurses and students are summoned to have a laugh as well! Huh!

4thur12Caught the bus back to the flats at the bus stop just out of view at the end of the side road in this photographicalisation above.

So glad to get back into the apartment and get the kettle on, slippers on and a WRHD session. When it came to putting the bits I’d bought away, I realised I had only one bag – the second bag I assume, I’d left on the bus or at the GUM clinic. Twit!

Got preparing the evening meal. Sliced the boiled potatoes I did earlier into thick wedges and placed these along with the last of the lamb leg steaks in a foil tray into the oven, to cook them slowly.

Into the living room and got the DVD, one that the chap gave me this morning, ‘Extras – The Special’ and got carried away viewing it, really good it was, and I was so contended watching it – until I saw the smoke coming through the door, which thankfully was open due to not being able to be closed (Mainly because it won’t close thanks to the United Carpet fitter’s lack of skill!).

Oh dearie me… when I opened the oven door, so much smoke flooded out I was sure the smoke alarm would go off, but it didn’t – and that amazed me somewhat. Belatedly I closed the kitchen door and opened the window, bruising my knuckles on the damned fiddly switch twixt the window and wall… Sob!

I got the fodder out, and it looked fine… well marinated with smoked, but fine. Set about investigating, and the tray had leaked and the lamb juice dripped onto the bottom of the oven. It took me more than an hour to clean it up, and it ain’t properly cleaned but looks a lot better. Had to clean up the floor, the bowl, the sink, the counters, me… Humph!

4thur11The meal I’d placed in foil to try and keep it warm. It wasn’t too bad actually.

Chinese mushrooms, normal mushrooms, tomatoes, strong blue stilton cheese, garden peas, cheesy cob (Only ate one of them) anf the lamb was curiously tasteless, despite looking grand?

Took the medications with some orange juice, and settled to finish watching the DVD. Couldn’t settle properly and kept nipping into the kitchen to make sure the oven was okay, the taps not left running etc.

Lovely smell of lamb and burnt ash prevailed. Hehehe!

Worra day!

Inchcock Today Mon 21st November 2016: Whoopsiedangleplops, dizzies, got soaking wet, medicational activities… oh, very busy day!

1mon01Monday 21st November 2016

In Haitian Creole: Lendi 21yèm Novanm 2016

1215hrs: Woke up with a hypnic jerk. In a different mangled position than usual, and the £300 second-hand recliner was in the down position, and I was inches away from tumbling off of it when I first woke – seconds later I did fall out of it. Did the already bothersome back a lot of good that did.

The new little heater was going nicely, and I made my way to for a WRWW, no signs on any requirement for a WRHD yet? Then I realised how early it was. The Whoopsiedangleplop falling onto the floor via the ottoman had woke me up properly, so no chance of any more sleep this morning. Little Inchy was only bleeding a tad, so that was good.

To the kitchen and made a cuppa, got the mushrooms in the Crock-Pot for later. Returned to the front room and sorted out the mess and checked on the recliner. Which worked okay, when I pressed the on button. Why it was in the down position, I don’t know. Can’t recall having any bad dreams. Or good ones for that matter?

Computer turned on and did some graphics then updated the diaries for a good while.

03.55hrs: Took the morning medications with another mug of tea.

Checked the emails: Amazon had replied to my complaint about the wrongly delivered delivery.

1mon02A message of apology. A link was supplied for me to claim a £10 money-off of my next order voucher. Time-limited though? Mmm!

At the bottom, Did I solve your problem? With option buttons. I clicked NO and got to a page to send them an email to explain why I had opted for the No choice. I typed this message. “Your team is in the position of being unable to solve my problem. The problem has occurred thus is unsolvable. You cannot time travel back and get the order to the right place, can you? Can you mend my bad back? Ease my angina or arthritis? Or calm down the angry with me tenants who had their front door blocked by the packages?
Mind you, if you are selling any time machines, please let me know. Hehehe!
Having worked in retail for many years, I can understand these things will happen from time to time anywhere to anyone. TTFN Gerry”

Then they next page after sending this off, asked me for a telephone number so they can if the feel the need call me. I put this on the reply: “Having hearing difficulties, this is not the best way to communicate with me, as I have misheard things on the phone before that has caused me grief and want to avoid this again. Cheers. Gerry

The other emails were all, what’s the word? Bumpf?

0430hrs: Got the things in the bag ready for later and the trip to the surgery for my INR Warfarin blood level test, then I’ve to go and collect the laptop from PC World.

Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.

Facebooked until 0638hrs, then, I carried out some wording for my new list of them to use.

Had some porridge for brekkers.

The demand for a WRHD session arrived via the innards, a little blood from Harold Haemorrhoids. Little Inchy was not bad at all.

Brewed another mug of tea, and took these photographs from the kitchen.

1mon03The first from inside and the second I hung outside to get a better shot – and got soaked within seconds. What a clot!

I called Brother-in-law Pete, to see if he might be free to meet me and collect his Christmas present, cause today, I’ve got the surgery INR blood test, then to go into town to collect the pressie, then to go to the GUM clinic.

But he was going for his first hearing aid test today. Shame, if I’d known, I could have arranged things so I could have gone with him and shown him what’s what. Never mind.

I got the ablutions done at 0825hrs.

Got the things ready and walked to the surgery in Carrington for the INR blood test. Wet and windy it was. Got the test done and ordered some Betamethasone Cream. Gave the nurses their nibbles. Then popped over to Lidl and got two buns, razors and yoghourts.

Caught bus to the GUM clinic. Realised far too late, that I had got the wrong date. Oh, I felt in right, sorry state.

1mon03aBus into town, the rain still pouring and the winds persisted. Dropped off at Victoria Centre, went into the market. Taking this photo as I went through the walk-over.

This one tells you how the weather was.

Hehehe!

Called in the market and got some dark chocolate covered cashew nuts. They had gone up again! £1,48 for 100g now!

Along to Tesco and got some bits. The new bread shelves looked rather threadbare, and the Sourdough bread very short dated, to I got some bread thins.

Over to PC World, where I got the dizzies and the shakes when collecting the repaired laptop. Not sure what took place here, the next real memory I was getting off of a bus from town in Sherwood, and I had the laptop in my bag.

The rain was worse than ever now, relentless it was I tell you! Haha!

A few phantasmagorical moments lingered, went to the Birds shop and bought a cream cake.

But by the time I’d got to the bus stop over the road to catch an L8 or L9 bus, things seemed to come together again. A couple of other tenants were there, and we had a chinwag between us.

1mon04Took these photographs of the traffic and weather as I waited for the bus and nattered away with the gals.

Caught the L8 bus after fifteen minutes and was soon back at the flats being buffeted by the winds and soaked by the rain on the short walk from the bus stop to the flats foyer.

Got in and dried off as best I could, turned the mini heater up a bit, and tended to a WRHD session. Put the pieces away and the laptop into the spare room.

1mon05Got the meal prepared as the rain continued to come down outside.

Feeling a lot better than I did an hour or so ago, titivated around a bit in the kitchen, then into the front room and read a book while the fodder was cooked.

Back in the kitchen to find I had left the hot water tap running again! Luckily the sink plug was not in situ.

1mon06Got the huge meal served up.

Minced beef, oven chips, cubed potatoes, carrots, onions, garden peas, swede, seasoned with vinegar sea salt tomato puree and lashings of delicious gravy! And plenty of it!

And of course, the cream cake to follow. Mmm!

Collapsed in the chair and drifted in and out of sleep for hours. The back still aching each time I moved. Tsk!