Monday 30th October 0217
Woke and up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner at 0130hrs.
Health Checks, medications were taken and off to the Porcelain Throne. Settled and got the book to read, but no time this morning. The evacuation was a lightning fast sanguinary discharge. The blood splatter was widespread and needed a lot of cleaning up. During which, a little Accifauxpa, as I bent down to clean the floor, the head came into contact with the corner of the cabinet, and the porcelain. Above the nose and on top of the dome. Haemorrhoid Harold was in full-flow, bless him.
I think I said “Oh, fancy that!” or something close. Hehe!
Good job this happened before I got myself dressed.
The head aching a bit, and the innards now growling and rumbling, I felt a little poorly and off-colour, suddenly. Then Roger Reflux started sticking and causing me some bother too. Oh dear, something coming I’m not going to like, I can tell!
I got the computer on and got the average readings for the Health Checks calculated on Excel for last week. Apart from the weight, I think it looks alright.
I checked that I had altered all of the clocks belatedly last night, to make sure I’d done them correctly and missed any. Travel clocks in Wet Room, Kitchen and next to the computer (Keep it there to use as an alarm), and the big Pound Shop one on top of the electric fire that I cannot afford to use. Hehehe!
Checked that the Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) International Normalized Ratio (INR) Warfarin (Coumadin) Blood Test, (A mouthful innit, when you use the complete name), the appointment was for 100hrs today. Got the nibbles ready in the bag and made sure I had the Record Card in the coat pocket to take with me.
Agoraphobia overcomes me at times. (Not a fear of heights but, the abnormal fear of expecting or experiencing an awkward or embarrassing situation from which I cannot find an escape). The mess I’m in. With trying to get the INR level in range, get proof and take it to the dentist. Who will not do anything with the teeth, unless they have this evidence of the reading? And this has to be provided within 48hrs of the said INR test being taken. Then I have to get to the dentist and beg them to fit me in! Total failure on this for eight weeks nearly now and the toothache is not getting any better. The Doctor is not letting me know the results in time… Oh I’m fed-up!
Off for a wee-wee, and spotted some blood I’d missed that had splattered onto the shower curtain. How the haemoglobin travelled that far I’ve not got the slightest idea? Cleaned it up and antisepticised it. Checked the rear end for any further leakages, only the tiniest few spots were found. Good that! Cleansed everything and applied some fresh ‘H’ Cream.
My lack of confidence was becoming lacker! Hehehe!
Finished off yesterday’s sad diary and got it posted.
Did some WordPress reading and comment replies.
Went for a wee-wee. Made another mug of tea and checked up on Haemorrhoid Harold’s condition; All fine, no bleeding at all now, sore mind.
Went on CorelDraw. Did a political funny about MPs and Hell’s Gates, to use on a later diary and posted it to my Pinterest Political Funnies Gallery.
Went onto Facebook.
Ablutions tended to. A jolly good session had. Shaved meticulously with only two cuts. Back-brush and loofa utilised. Freshened up with Brute and citrus deodorant. (I fully anticipate being lunged after by the ladies desperate for my body when I get out [Surprisingly this did not happen? Hehe!])
Sorted-out and took the refuse sacks to the chute.
I got everything needed. Well, I thought I had. Out and down the lift, met a new tenant lady and thought how quietly spoken she was. Then realised I had gone out without putting in the hearing aids. Tsk! So back up in the lift and collected them, and down again. As I got out of the elevator, Deana was talking to the new lady. I told her I had some nibbles for her and Obergefreiteress Julie and would lave them in the fridge in the hut for them.
Hobbled out and down to the hut with Daisy. Who didn’t look too good to me? Made a few funnies to try and cheer her up. Into the shed and left the fish and nibbles for the Wardens.
A quick chat with Doreen and Thundergob as I went out of the end door.
Welsh Bill, Daisy and a few others were at the bus stop as I passed them. Quick laugh, and onwards I trudged.
Down Winchester Street Hill and through the sideroads to Mansfield Road.
Some Nottingham Street Art on the pavement. Looked almost new some of the gear?
Left up Mansfield Road towards Carrington 
and the surgery. Over the crest and down. Do you know, I didn’t see a single Nottingham Pavement Cyclist? Never been known before! Hehe!
Got to the surgery car park, and had to wait a while for a motorist going in and a car going out had to manoeuvre a bit. Still, no rush, the appointment was for 1000hrs I thought. When I got in and reported to the Oberleutnant Receptionist, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.
I got really disconcerted when the lady came to me and told me my appointment was for 1050hrs. (How I made that cock-up, I didn’t know). She informed me the clocks should have gone back at the weekend by an hour. Anyway, she was very nice about it, and I told her I’d wait. She said the nurse might see me earlier if she gets the time. I thanked her and got on with a mammoth session on the crosswords, and even did rather well at them for once.
Half-an-hour or so later, a beautiful thing happened, a wondrous thing! A voice from the nurse, close my left ear-hole spoke to call me in – It was Nurse Nichole. I could have cried with joy. At last, I got to see her.
There was something, quoted by Photographer and Wordsmith Tim Price that I intended to tell her, but the brain and excitement of seeing her blocked it out, and I could not remember. Huh and Tsk!
She soon had the blood taken and was patient with me telling her about the ‘Blanks’ I’d been having. Told whatever I do if this happens again, I must see the Doctor. I also told her of my not being given the INR results in time for me to get to the dentist to beg for an appointment. I gave the nibbles for her and the others and departed.
Leaving the car park, I had to wait for an old couple to get into their taxi, and held the door for the lady, closing it when she was safely in and buckled her up.
Hobbled down to the Insult Store… sorry, Lidl Store and had a walk around.
Got one of the two things I’d gone in for (I forgot the milk, Humph!), and twelve items I didn’t need. Found some Balsamic Sauce. Some Texan and Hickory Maple Syrup Cooking Sauce and other not needed fodder.
Caught a bus into Sherwood. As I got off, I saw the L9 bus across the road pulling away. I thought at the time, and guilty so; If I hadn’t stopped to help the old couple in the car park at the surgery, I could’ve caught that bus up to the flats instead of having to walk up! Naughty Inchcock!
I crossed over the road and up over and down the hill to the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance. I’m so glad I did now.
Not many dogs were walking their owners this afternoon. But the lady with the two astonishingly friendly old whippets turned up as I was photographing the poor trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They seemed to recognise from the last time and appeared glad to see me as I was them. A bit of fuss for a minute or so, that made me feel good and happy. Funny innit?
Cheered me so much, I decided to have a walk down the gravel hill and through m beloved Tree Copse while there was still some greenery on the sparsely leaved trees.
The Pictorial Record of the Hobble Down Through the Copse.
I had to take care not to slip on the leaves or trip on the branches coming up through the ground, but did okay, coming out at the Meadow at the bottom, near the flats, and in amazingly high spirits too.
I’d seen and conversed with Nurse Nichole, actually been of use in helping others, hobbled without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, met the glorious whippets and had a fuss with them, and taken a slow, careful stumble through perhaps, to me anyway, the most beautiful Copse in Nottingham. Life seemed good suddenly. But it was not to last, I’m afraid.
Up out of the Meadow I went, and back down to the apartments.
I dawned on me that I had not seen any birds of any type since entering the thicket. This I was a sure sign… no idea what sign.
Haha!
As I neared the building, I could sense (The EQ you know) that something was going to knock me back into depression again.
No workmen in the protective tent at the moment.
Got to the lifts (Elevators for my American friends), Number One was again out of action. The other one was on the twelfth floor as I pressed the call button. (Where it stayed for what seemed a lifetime to me) The need for a wee-wee growing ever more urgent as I waited for the cage.
And waited, and waited
. Not sure how long it was before it started to come down, but I was on the verge of having to walk up the stairs, and the holding of the water was doing me and my innards no favours.
When it did arrive, Jenny and Frank were struggling out with a dirty great fridge freezer. They were taking it to the other block of flats. Bless the Jenny and Frank, always helping others. In my condition, I could not help them and felt incompetent at this. But the warm wet feeling was already showing itself from the lower regions, and the embarrassment was total!
I got to the wet room in the flat as soon as I physically could, feeling confident I had involuntarily pas
sed some wee. I soo found out that I hadn’t, but had moved some blood. Yes, the damned fungal-lesion had opened again! Got things cleaned and the Betamethasone Corticosteroid Cream applied.
I’d spotted some American medication for people on Warfarin on the net earlier. Sounds just the ticket for me.
I must remember to ask Nurse Nichole or Doctor Vindla if anything similar is available on the NHS for me try out.
Things appeared okay after half an hour or so, but I shall be ever watchful.
The noise from the workmen, drilling and knocking was driving me mad, hours and hours it went on. Of course, it can’t be helped, the jobs have to be done.
Got the nosh cooking, then updated this diary.
Baked beans, Vegetarian and battered Chip-Shop Sausages and the horrid Anya Potatoes for din-dins. Lemon Dessert to follow. I left most of it. Not that it was any worse than my meals of late, it’s just that the appetite seemed to disappear as I ate?
The loose and painful incisor teeth suffered.
Put the pots in to soak in the bowl and had a wee-wee, then checked out Little Inchies lesion, no bleeding. Added a blob more of the cream.
A headache began, but I was confident it had been the earlier droning, drilling and knocking noises from the builder lads that had caused it. So I wasn’t worried. Dare not take any extra pain-killers with whatever drugs are in the various creams I’m using.
Talk about beautiful, after the fantastic walk in the Copse, now the evening sky cheered me up a bit as well.
I took a few more similar photographs of this scene and saved them to use later in the TFZer graphicalisations.
Today had definitely been one of the ups and downs, extremes. Highlights and lowlights.
Got the TV on and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Fell asleep and dreamt of being in a vast artist studio with ubiquitous clay models easels, paintings spread all around. I was not the artist, I sensed that much. Spike Milligan’s head was on the wall, he was whistling while I was being told off in no uncertain terms by two ladies wearing Victorian-like clothing? That’s all I found on my scribbled note about this dream.
Stayed awake to watch a bit of TV in between nod-offs, for a good while. Pointless of course.
The last thing I recall was Reflux Roger giving me some gip, and I took a swig of the medicine on the side Ottoman and spilt some down my dressing gown.
Been a funny day.
Health Checks: Sys 188, Dia 75, Pulse 80, Temp 35.1 and Weight 14.96, not happy with how the Sys seems so high lately.
On the way down in the lift, the latest Alien Blob had already escaped her mucus shell.
Up gravel path hill, passing the Copse on my left. Anne Gyna did not like this incline at all.
Where I was met with a sombre sight – many of the trees near the Pitch & Putt golf course were in the process of being murdered.
onvinced myself. I went left down towards the Mansfield Road exit gate, and as I stood underneath the beautiful trees that lined the footpath and took in natures wonderment, this Nottingham Footpath Cyclist came by me, making me jump a little as he wissed by somewhat close to me, I thought. At least he 
had a light on his bike.
Haemorrhoid Harold and Reflux Roger also in a good mood with me. Why even Hippy Hilda was alright to me. (Although she did have a good go at me later, bless her!)
Turned right at the lights and down along and Edwards Lane.
As I crossed the pelican light, I saw this in the middle of the path. I had to smile and say to it: “Not at the moment thanks.” Hehehe!
His little legs were going like pistons.
At the kid’s play area in the fields, I spotted some Nottingham Street Art Graffiti on one of the children’s, well I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps a skateboard area?
As I plodded on further, more unintentional Nottingham Street Art? Haha!
Caught a number 40 bus and dropped off in Sherwood. Seemed that someone or other had been having a feast at the bus stop.
I managed to avoid the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on my way back up the hill.
I got an early meal. A simple, quick one today.
After a wee-wee and wash, I felt things coming together again. Then, when I got the medications out to take with a freshly brewed mug of tea; I realised I only had seven tablets in the day’s box. I was sure there were usually eleven in the morning dosage.
I checked the other pots in the weekly trays. Sure enough, I’d made a right great Whoopsiedangleplop of making this weeks up!
Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute. Ablutions tended to without any shaving cuts and bleeding from the lower rear quarters.
flats. They are still piling in the concrete underground.
The Bestwood bound bus arrived first. Only, I can’t remember her name, kind lady, err.. erm Mo I think, and I got on and had a natter on the way to Arnold. I got off and went into the Sainsbury store. There were no baskets to use, the fish counter had none of the river fish I wanted, and an Arnold Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into a bloke as I left to 
walk into Arnold Centre to visit the open market, and try Asda for the fish and Stilton Cheese Biscuits.
nothing I fancied or needed.
and arrived at the Asda (Walmart) Store.
looked like a regular brown paper bag. She assures me I could just put it in the oven as it is. I was dubious about this and wondered if I’d heard her right. So, on the way around the shop, I got some battered fish fingers and fishcakes to have and froze the fish I’d bought when I got back home. I’ll ask around and find out if it is safe to use the bag in the oven. They did not have any of the Stilton Cheese biscuits in stock either, and no Dettol.
Three others and I got on the bus.
was a problem with the batteries.
there. I explained the situation to them and started to walk up the hill and down through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, then down to the flats. Mary caught up with me and walked together nattering away, back to the apartments.
Got in, and onto the Throne. A lot of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
Health Checks and medications were seen to.
On the way out I took the rubbish bags to the chute, and empty balsamic vinegar bottle to the still overflowing recycling bin.
Along and up Mansfield Road and near the Sherwood Arms pub, this lass of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared riding towards me.
Up and over the brow of the hill. Only to be faced by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming at me.
Further down the hill and the traffic began to increase.
Walking passed and leaving the altercation behind me, and would you believe it, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist approached me, from behind this time! I had the camera in my hand still, but so fast was his speed, he was just tiny in the photo, and I zoomed in too! Tsk!
Today’s appointment is so early, after I got a TV magazine from the newspaper shop, that the Lidl store had not opened. So I had a walk around Carrington for a while reminiscing, unhappily. I came across this Nottingham Street Art near the lamppost as I approached the Lidl Store.
Began the march back into Sherwood, with all the foot-slogging yesterday, the feet were painful and stinging now.
Down the hill into Sherwood, and on the opposite side of the road, yet another one of the notorious Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting down the slope.
Near the top of the crest of the hill, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist took my attention. He’d shot across the Pedestrian Pelican Lights at such speed, he nearly hit the lamppost outside the abandoned, soon to be a new Gym property. But he corrected his Wayward-Whoopsiedangleplop well.
Up over the top and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
1258hrs: I nipped down to the hut with the cakes for the wardens. Obergefreiteress Julie was in. We had a friendly natter while she worked on her computer, and I put the cream-cakes in their fridge and set off back to the flat. I met Obergruppenfurher Warden Deana and the gal from the building company, and we had a conversation. They would be calling in the morning twixt 0900 > 1100 to do the balcony sealing off.
Got the fish fodder sorted.
Accifauxpa: Stopped trying to do this after I burnt the back of the hand on the oven sides. Antiseptic cream applied.
Checked the Emails.
Are these ailments all sempiternal, will any relief be possible?
Back to updating this journal.
Meandered out and started the hobble into Sherwood and the surgery for the INR blood test.
A little further on, the traffic got thicker, and a Sherwood Pavement Cyclist belted by me and swerved around a bloke and his two kids. The man shouted something at the ignorant cyclist but was ignored totally.
This was the reason the vehicles were held up earlier, and it seemed so quiet in Sherwood traffic-wise.
Tried the Self-Pay tills again. And again I had to seek assistance to get the thing to work properly.
Out and to the bus stop nearby. A 58 arrived in minutes. The five stops to Sherwood travelled. Hobbled over the road and joined some other tenants at the bus stop there, had a chinwagging session for a few minutes and the L9 arrived and lifted us all up the hill to the flats.
was brewing-up ready to attack!
I spotted a caretaker from the kitchen window in his red Nottingham City Homes jumper. Such a rare sight I took his photograph. It was not our blocks usual caretaker, though.
Got the meal cooking, fish and rostis in the oven, peas in the saucepan.
0400hrs: Down to collect the bits of laundry. I popped outside and took this photo of the garages at the end of Chestnut Walk.
Folded the togs and cleaned the machine and filter, sink and floor.
Got it finished eventually.
The Morrison man arrived, must have been a bit late or behind, because was in and out in a shot! Thanked him, wished him good weather and got the fodder away.
My farewells were given (Not that anyone answered them, Huh!) to them all and I pressed on down Winchester Street to Mansfield Road.
Turned left, up the road and as I passed the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I saw they had finished the new road markings.
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The traffic got a bit denser as I hobbled on. The gas repair and water roadworks further on to blame I suspect.
I arrived at the surgery and asked the Obergruppenfureress on the reception if I could get my INR Warfarin level results. Then went into detail about the Dentist and why I needed them.
I went to the Chemist in Carrington, to fetch the prescriptions. Bit of a wait, they were busy.
Merrily I caught a bus to Sherwood and approached the dentist place, with confidence and an air of expectancy. Humph!
later than the other dentist. Not until the 13th October. Fair enough I said, I’ll have to wait then. She tapped her computer and gave me a read-out with the appointment on it at the top.
I was now back in depression again.
In the lift, that was not shaking so much now, I took a photograph of the Alien Blob, still there on the floor after, how many days now?
Inside and I picked up some mail that had been posted and had a wee-wee. 
Got the nosh ready.
Saw the note come reminder I’d left for myself.
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Finished the Monday post and went to make a mug of tea. I thought I could hear that little howling sound again, and took a look out of the window. No wind about, the rain had stopped and nothing in sight?
0935hrs: Ablutions tended to. Readied things and off out to the surgery hobble. Passed May at the bus stop on the way. Little chinwag and gave her a nibble bar. Down Winchester Hill and left up Mansfield road to the top of the 
nearly bumped into me as he sped by.
Nurse Nichole came to me to summon into her treatment room. It made my day her being on duty. We had a nice chat while she took the blood. Gave her her nibbles as I left, and some to the receptionist team when I left the premises.
As I limped up to the dentist place, two fire engine tenders belted passed toward the City Centre.
Got down to enjoy the fodder with Incisor dodging eating (Haha!) and the phone rang. Jenny called me to ask if I was still going to the free meal tomorrow. I tried to explain about the INR blood level and Dentist confusion best I could. But it was late, and I was feeling so confused and tired of all the hassle going on. Hope she understood what I said.
I think only British Gas are worse than they are at this!
I’m back. Oh, dearie me. No doubt about it now Trotsky Terence has returned.
CorelDraw 2017 next, had another go at the TFZer graphics. But got sidetracked when I went to make another brew – the sky was amazing, yet minutes later it kept going dark then lighter again?
By the time got down again and on Chestnut Walk on my way to the bus stop, Annie and Doreen were ahead making their way to it.
I saw that the new eatery was open and trading. That is now three in a row on Mansfield Road, and another eight scattered nearby, with four having closed down this last September?
1649hrs: Got a for fun one completed.
for an attack? Humph!
On the elevator floor, there was still the ‘Blob’ whatever it is, from last Wednesday. It had lost its grungy green colour, but still appeared to be breathing to me? 
Not a soul in sight as I walked along Chestnut Walk and down Winchester Street.
I limped through the children’s playground on the corner of Mansfield Street.
I got further down and onto Mansfield Road, took a left up the gradient.
Just over the brow of the hill, there was a traffic queue of over half a mile!
for the blood test.
This building is now an Insurance Agent office.
painful by now. I am an old fool!
The knees froze a bit when I was going through the checkout, and this displeased the lady serving and the customer behind. Oh, dear!
Still, I think I have some in the freezer to use.
When the bus crossed the traffic island on the ring road, I got the camera out and took a shot from the same place, more or less, of where the pigeon was yesterday, just in case he was still there.
rtment and had a wee-wee, then took the medications, with three extra painkillers. So bad was the feet and Hippy Hilda after my enforced route march. Tsk!
Checked the fodder, then onto CorelDraw, TFZ. Made a start.
Went to get a mug of orange juice and the sky looked a tad threatening.
The rain started again, and the high winds continued, as soon as I had taken this photographicalisation on the left here. This was an attempt at getting a panoramic shot with the Lumix camera. For some reason, I keep failing to record all that I scanned over every time I try to do this. Shaking Shaun was making it hard not to tremble when taking photographs. So I decided to get the old Sony camera on charge and try later with that one, which had an easier grip on it.
I got the leads in and thought I recalled there being a light come on when this is in charge mode. But there was no light showing anywhere?
Made another mug of tea and took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.
chopping board today. Hehe!
Meal sorted and served up.
Got the TV on and finished off the Lemon Curd ice-cream. The only thing that was not perfect in eating this was the cramps made eating it a little embarrassing.
The camera had charged up, and as I made a mug of tea to take a Diarrhorea Donald calming capsule, the skyline was very colourful and beautiful, and I took a shot of it.
I took the now almost daily photograph out of the kitchen window of the scene below, with the old camera. I struggled to keep the camera steady again, and the colours were nothing like those I saw with my eyes.
Inside the Copse, it was getting a little threadbare foilage-wise compared to last weeks visit, but it was still beautiful in there to me.
open?
Back in, and feeling rather much better than I did earlier, I set about getting the fodder prepared. Beef slice, tinned garden peas, beetroot, chestnuts and some ‘Special’ Inchcock Potatoes.