Thursday 14th February 2019
Polish: 14 Lutego 2019 r
23:40hrs. As I woke up, the brain was a torrent of many confused thoughts. A breach of the peace of my mind. I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or not, but I was musing over my being in a condemned cell, playing Monopoly with a chap I thought was my executioner. The themes changed, but over the next fifteen minutes or so, I always seemed to come back to the distempered brick walled cell, and my being beaten into Monopoly bankruptcy by the hangman. Who incidentally was wearing a pink hood, while the rest of the visions were in mono? The side thoughts and fears were all involving nerterology of some sort. These mystifying ponderations eventually dissipated into the ether, as a wee-wee was required. Luckily, I scribbled some notes on the pad on the Ottoman. For when it came to my writing this blog, all actual memories of any dreaming had gone, apart from the picture of me in the cell, which I tried to reproduce in the graphic above.
Getting my abdominally weighty body free of the second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner, was done with no problems or pains. Amazing how things are so different from one morning to the next?
Ah, back to the SSDWWs (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees) again. Always difficult to judge whether they have finished or not, so, extra care was needed to be taken. Tsk!
I went to the computer to turn it on and saw the reminder note hanging on the screen. The Doctor today 0850hrs. Leg problems, falling asleep all the time, kidney pains, Furesomide, and hosiery availability. I put this note into the jacket pocket straight away, so I didn’t forget to take it with me to the surgery and made sure the INR Anticoagulation and Arterial Thrombosis clinic record card was in there too. This made me remember the nibbles for the nurses and staff, so I put them in the bag.
Had another SSDWW, then I got the Health Checks done.
Aha, I expected this to happen, especially as I am off to the Doctors later; The BP has come down suddenly. Huh! The temperature and pulse are still high though.
I’d just made a brew of tea, and had to nip off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a bit messy and with a little bleeding.
When I checked the pins, the blood papsules, welts or whatever they are on the ankle, were a little more vivid this morning. But dry, no leaking at all.
Another SSDWW, they are coming a bit regularly at the moment. Oh, dear!
Made a start on updating the Wednesday blog, and within minutes, another Porcelain Throne visit was required.
The thought of them coming back!
This one was far less messy and with much less bleeding. However, the aroma that accompanied the evacuation was so strong, I had to shut the window in case it attracted any Scarabaeidae (dung beetles – surprisingly there are 40 species in the UK!) who might have caught a whiff, to join the Weevils in the flat. Hehehe!
As I wrote this, and not having seen any EIBWBBBs (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) for a while, I looked up on the web to find out if they hibernate. I found out that: Boll weevils do hibernate in winter and before sleeping they produce many further generations. The female can lay up to 300 eggs over a 10 – to 12 -day period! They come out of hibernation in Spring it says. Argh! I’m glad I’ve got some sprays at the ready for when they relaunch their attacks!
Oh, the memories of my losing battle with them haunt me. The thought that they will return pees me off!
Got some brekkers. Marmite biscuits with a round of Marmite cheese, and a mug of tea and few Scottish Shortie biscuits to round it off.
Ablution sorted. Did the midday Health Checks in case I am back too late from the surgery.
I set off out: the weather was not too cold at all as I plodded down Winchester Street Hill.
Left onto Mansfield Street and first right along Marshall Street and onto Mansfield Road, turning left towards Carrington.
I was feeling pretty good in myself, apart from 
a few wobbles here and there, but they were not proper dizzies, just a loss of balance. Likely due to the blood pressure, and the water retention in the pins.
I ambled along, no rush, I’d given myself plenty of time to get to Sherrington Park in time.
At the Library, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he sped by me from behind. Too quick for me to get the camera out.
Near the top of the hill crest, an idiot of a disabled scooter rider was travelling on the road in the bus lane! Unbelievable!
Down the hill and into the surgery. I was instantly cheered when a lady asked me if I was feeling alright! “Fine thank you” I replied, she added: “Well you don’t look it, very pale you are!” I’m not if this was due to the water retention or the Warfarin INR level being so far out.
I logged in and had to nip to their WC for a wee-wee. Back to the waiting area got the crossword book out. But the concentration was terrible, and I didn’t answer many clues today. Dr Vindla came out to call me in.
I thought it would be polite to start with “How do you feel now you’re back from holiday” and threw her a smile…
“Busy!” came the reply!
I handed her the notes I’d made of things of concern.
Furesomide: “Have you been taking the Furosemide?” – “No, I’ve run out! – “Why?” – I asked for some and was told it would be best to wait for your return before getting any in case you wanted me to stop them!” Her fingers flashed on the computer keyboard, and she told me that, “A prescription had been sent to the chemist a fortnight ago and not been collected!” Although I had not been informed about this, I felt a right fool!
Showed her the new welts and papsules on the ankle top. She had a poke about and took a swab from the wound. Called Nurse Ann into the room (No nurse Nichole for me today! Sob!) They both had a prod around, and I was informed that after the sample had been analysed in a day or two, I would be contacted to go to a Treatment Centre somewhere, whoever can fit you in, and be examined. Also, they will sort out some support hosiery for you if needed!
I mumbled my thanks to her.
“You can go now,” she said. Pointing to the other door in the room, “That way, and don’t forget Nurse Ann will put a dressing on that wound!” Me: No, thank you very much! Head down and off out and sat in the nurses waiting area.
I was called in and told to sit down! The blood was taken, and I handed her the Anticoagulation record. She took the blood sample and said: “Press hard on that, right!” So I pressed hard on the cotton wool. As she set about putting some cream and a large plaster on the leg wound, which was uncomfortable with my pushing down hard on the arm vein and leaning against the arm on the trolley top to aid the pressure, with the other foot spread out in the opposite direction being medicated. Hehehe!
The kidney examination and the Shingle injection are both booked for next Thursday, now. And don’t forget to fetch the Furesomides from the pharmacy! “Thank you” I sheepishly replied.
I left her some nibbles and departed to the receptionist. Left them a box of the chocolate wheels.
Just so glad to get out.
I made my way to the Chemists in Carrington. Scarily I caught my reflection in the barber’s window: By Gawd the lady was right, I did look very pale! Tsk!
The pretty young lady in the chemist then asked me if I was feeling alright? If I looked that bad and poorly, how come no one in the surgery said anything? Confusion-Mode-Adopted!
I asked for the medications. She looked confused and summoned the pharmacist. He told me that I came in two weeks ago, and I was told that the next monthly prescriptions would be ready around the 2nd March! Yes, I said, but I do not want them, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide… He interrupted: We have not received any prescriptions for Furesomide for you! As I was saying, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide two weeks ago. It’s just that no one told me!
Ah, yes. And then, he went behind his counter and gave the said medications to the pretty girl, and he pretended to look busy and spoke to me no more!
Am I going mad, or did all this really happen to me? No wonder I’m looking pale!
I went into the Lidl store and came out with a fresh ready-made dinner, nibble-box top-ups, crispy onions, tomatoes and a bag of very costly, but classy Swedish, or was it Switzerland made nougat. Which, of course, I will limit myself to eating just one cube a day, and not overdo it, cause it has a lot of sugar in it. Ahem!
This Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by, and I am sure he did not even know or was bothered about how close he came to hitting the lady stood in front of me. Git!
Now a little concerned by my pale appearance and the uncomfortable medical experiences, I caught a bus back to Sherwood, to get the L9, up the hill to the apartments.
The timing looked good. 
Dropped off in Sherwood and crossed over the road and met resident Roy doing some window shopping.
We tried to have a natter, but both of having low voices and suffering hearing loss, it was a bit ridiculous.
The bus arrived on time and soon had us back at the apartments.
I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
With them medics seeing me early and rushing me through, this meant I could catch the last few minutes of the Winwood Social Hour. But, most had left by then. Had a natter with BJ outside the hut, and went in. Jenny was in good form, telling me off for me not telling the doctor people I could not attend Thursday meetings. I did mean to, but the confusion over so many things, appointments, treatments, and ailments is my excuse for not doing it. Hehe!
I think maybe I still looked a bit pale, cause Frank and Shirl asked if I was okay, and they don’t usually. I said mt farewells to Cyndy, no, she’d already left, Mo and Shirl, not many other folks in there, and departed back to the flat.
As I hobbled along back to the apartment, I took these two pictures. The top one of Winchester Court with Winwood Court on the left in the image.
Then, on the left, a shot of Winwood and Woodthorpe on the far left.
Met no one on the way up to the number 72. Got in the flat and the first thing that I did was to take a Furesomide, with the other medications. Put the bits away that I’d bought, and got on the computer to update this dairy before the memory faded.
Ten minutes or so into starting the updating, oh boy, did the wee-weeing start! And they were of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees), And they came and came for hours and hours. Just one Furesomide tablet has caused me such discomfort it’s unbelievable!
Little Inchies fungal lesion is now bleeding!
I am now, so irritable with the day, myself, and everything!
Even made a right mess of cooking the Cumberland pie, I dropped it and made a right mess! Substituted it with the Dirty Fries and a pie slice.
Got it prepared eventually. Ate it in misery, having to break off for more wee-wees. Already I’ve had to empty the Emergency Grey Bin!
Even the bloody legs had gone white in support of the face. Now the stomach has started aching, I don’t believe this! I’m fed up! Sorry about that, a little self-pity-sorry-for-myselfness sneaked in there. Tsk!
Got the nosh sorted. This was a little hot for my liking, but I still enjoyed it mix. Dirty Chips with various cheeses. I added some tomatoes, roar dried onions and a meat slice with some American BBQ poured on the pastry.
A taste-Rating of 7.9/10 for this meal.
I got settled in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, with some biscuits and sweeties in case I woke up and wanted a nibble later on.
I recall wondering if I should bother trying to watch some TV… And off into the land of Nod, I drifted.
Not waking for a wee-wee or any other reason for a solid seven-hours! Yet I still woke up feeling tired.
Ah-well! TTFN!
I had to laugh when I lowered the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, the legs were so heavy with fluid, the thing ‘clunked’down with a thud! Hehe! I escaped the clutches of the recliner, and poddled carefully to the kitchen, with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done. 
I think the resulting readings were fine this time. Guessing really, Hehe! 
label: 
Got some breakfast nibbled.
Boy, were the legs well-bloated with water, or what? I’d just taken off my night socks. The limbs look ready to burst open. Hehe!
It was about 0800hrs as I left the flats, but it was still a little murky looking out there. 
photograph on the right about, of part of what will be new parking spaces for the better-off of the inmates with vehicles. 
Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. We exchanged a few words, had a laugh, and I went back to taking the picture.
As I turned right, down Winchester Road Hill, the colouring was much different to yesterday, and the daylight seemed to arrive quickly.
some cooked meat to go on it and a beef tomato. Now all I need is some potato curls from Lidl and a bottle of liquid soapflakes from Wilko.
reason, I forget what it was now. Tsk! 
Minutes later, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist I caught number two. 
Paid on the self-serve till, and caught a but back to Sherwood.
Up to the bus stop, to be joined later by Doreen. A natter and laugh on the way home.
So, I got the nosh sorted out. The Lidl potato curls were seasoned perfectly to my palate. The chestnuts tasted A1, and the pork and tomato sarnie was as good a one as I’ve ever had! Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given!
23:25hrs. 
As I stirred into a simulation of life, the strong smell of cooking permeated my nostrils, and a spot of panic arrived in the brain. ‘I’d left the crock-pot on full, and then fell asleep last night!’ I fumb
The Sys seems to be going up and down regularly this week? I don’t think the problems I’m having with the Warfarin INR level should affect this, though? 
Back to the wet room for an SSWW…
winning the battle! Humph!
I had to push myself more than I would have liked, due to my taking too long in doing the ablutions, I’d left myself with only 50 minutes to get there. 
Of course, I was manipulating two rock-hard swollen legs and feet, with a gallon or two of fluid in them, as fast as I could. Hehe! So that might have helped me keep warm a bit?
And, I had a camera view of what was nearly an accident as a lorry pulled away from the opposite kerb, close to clouting the red car! Ace Reporter Inchcock Strikes Again! Hehehe! 
Caught the bus back into Sherwood. 
worrying sight near the Woodthorpe Court lobby entrance doors.
where the lesion had been bleeding a bit. 
crockpot contents. I moved the beans and mini-potatoes from the slow-cooker to the saucepan on a low light and added the chilli and some tomatoes.
Took the medications and got the creams ready to use later when I get the ablutions done.
08:00hrs Ablutions tended to.
Obersturmführeress Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie were both working in their mini-office. 
Out to the bus stop. Caught the L9 down to Mansfield Road, and hobbled along towards Carrington to the surgery.
Passing the library, this animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me from behind and made me jump a little. The Swine! 
I paid at the self-serve tills without any bother and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood.
Got in the flat, had an SSWW, did the Health Checks and got the nosh on the go. 
00:55hrs: Awoke with great reluctance to stay awake, let alone consider the possibility of dragging my body with its volumingargantuan stomach, out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner! After a few minutes of argy-bargy with my will-power, and having the brain point out to me that I am almost out of cle
As I was doing so, first I spotted a Weevil on the watch strap, got the camera to take a picture of the damned thing, then saw another one climbing up my leg! 
I set about carrying out the Health Checks. 
Another SSWW, I must get a spare bucket!
Locked up and down to the lobby. No one was about. 
Said cheerios to the Mallards, which tickle the people nearby me. Hehe! And have a hobble into Arnold.
I hobbled along to the Asda Walmart store.
(the cheesy rolls) 
I took this picture through the bus window, just before we arrived in Sherwood.
Fed-up, I gave up and got the meal ready. 
I went to get a drink of the spring water and lemon cordial, and the sky was now looking beautiful.
Got the Health Checks done. Results are creeping up again. Likely due to my embarrassment yesterday.
All done, I gathered the nibbles, made up bags of rubbish to take out with the bag of recyclables. To early to use the chute cause of the noise it makes. Got wrapped up well and set off down. 
not sure. The workers might have made access for the sprinkler system and or alarm system?
I still managed to almost slip over on the grass on the corner. Schlemiel! 
The new restaurant ‘The Pudding PAntry’ come bar over on the opposite side, seemed to me to look very American? Nowt wrong with that mind.
further on down the road, on my side, looked a pitiable sight, indeed. Whoever owned it kept it nice and clean and attractive, I didn’t think that their prices were too high. Still, they went out of business.
the hill. There so many pavement cyclists about, I didn’t bother to picture them with my camera.
The bus driver was patiently keeping behind him until the cyclist began to 
The traffic had increased as it neared the rush-hour. 
into the traffic, but calmed down seconds later, and called myself a few names in retribution for my thoughts.
By the time I’d struggled up the hill, with I’d like to add, no bother from Anne Gyner or Arthur Itis, just the poor old bent ankle and right 
I got the fodder put away. I didn’t need any today anyway, apart from the bread to go with the Chilli that Penny had made for me.
When I got on WordPress, I was surprised to wee (really apt typing error there, Haha!) I meant, to see how many locations had viewed my Monday Post?
Health Checks and nosh prepared.
I spotted the odd Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle on the flooring of the wet room. All dead.
In the spare room, I could only find a few baby evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles. Worryingly, though tiny, they were live ones.
To the kitchen, I only found three weevils in there. One a live one.
The note I’d left on the TV screen reminded me about the early morning appointment I requested for my blood test appointment, was for 0700hrs!
Got the computer going and updated the Excel Warfarin blood test page.
Dropped two black bags down the waste chute on the way out.
I got some bits from the shop, Croissants, bread, cooked Polish meats, and a few potatoes.
Rushed as best I could, out into the rain and got to the bus stop shelter. The L9 was due in two minutes, according to the electronic signboard. So I only just made it in time. The L9 arrived fifteen minutes later. 
stopped again, and Roy from the flats got on, and I took this cunningly clandestine snap of him as he did so. Haha!
I put some seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven.
0000hrs: I stirred this morning to find a distinct lack of confusion in my mind; I seemed concentrated much more than usual, the main theme going thought the grey-cells was the INR blood test being at 0750hrs! And, I must not forget this and get carried away doing anything else. 
Confidently, I set off on an evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. There were just three dead infant ones in the wet room. The kitchen produced only two dead infant bodies. 
Started on this post. Then off to get the ablutions done. Too early to take the bags to the chute. 
I got into to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. A few folks in there, one spoke to me, and I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the block and up to the apartment and got them in the earholes. Back down again. What a Meshugener, I am. I’m getting a mite fed-up with myself! Haha!
On Winchester Street, I got an update on the Mystery Boots. They were a different position yet again. Hehe!
Sorry. I struggled on getting gloomier by the minute if you must know. Hehehe!
The next piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was in the Sherwood Vale, bus shelter.
Down towards the main road, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art provided for us by nature.
Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill towards Carrington.
Up over the hill and down into Carrington, I saw this plant growing over some wooden fencing. I took the picture because it reminded me of Christmas. 
I felt a bit sorry for the motorists in the traffic queue trying to get into town at the Carrington lights. 
On my way walking back into Sherwood, I had not gone more than 100yds and was taking a photo of another failed business in the row of Carrington shops, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist rode into my vision. 
A few hundred yards further along Mansfield Road and another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came at me at high speed.
I kid you not, but a little further on near Church Drive another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, allowing only a foot or so between his bike and me as he did so.
It got worse, then! Yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was free-wheeling it down the hill towards me!
Then, I’d still got the camera in my hand, a young girl appeared from around the chap in the photo, making him jump.
Back-Pain-Brenda was a lot easier, Shaking Shaun was coming less often now, but Hippy Hilda (I forgot to mention her to Nurse Nichole, Huh!) was a little persistent!
The traffic jam in the town lane started to lengthen even further along, backed up over the hill.
I got into Sherwood and started on the climb up Winchester Street Hill.
As I got to the last steep part of the hill, I noticed that the Nottinghamian Street Art from 3rd November, ‘The Meat Pie Carrier bag’ display Haha! Was still on show, a few yards further down the hill than the one (on the left) from last Saturday. 
Todays updated artwork, (photograph on the right) had the now topless pies all upside down and out of the bag.
I could have done without the vans and cars parking up on the pavement again! I struggled to get through with the bag. But, I can understand the driver’s problems. If they park correctly on the road, then the bus cannot get through? Hey-ho!
I went to make a mug of tea, and had a look down from the unwanted needing more cleaning, light & view-blocking kitchen window, that I been given no keys for the locking safety mechanism, and only two for the four actual locks, and noticed these two birds in the lower field. Took this zoomed-in shot of them.
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
2330hrs: As the brain joined the obese, 
A few moments after this, Dizzy Dennis departed, and I made my unsteady way to the wet room. The evacuation was excellent, although, tending back towards a more fluid content again. What got to me here was… 
minutes. I got the blue stains off of the bowl, floor, my legs, and feet okay. But, the two splashes on the underside of the WC lid, would not come out or off completely. Flash spray, bleach, Mould Spray and a scouring pad all failed. The blotches on the inside of the cover are fainter now, but for some reason, they still annoy me. Ha! Funny innit! 
Then to the spare room. Again live adults found lurking. Big uns too! Sprayed again, after having a chinwag asking them if they would please move into another flat for me. Hehehe!
Out onto Chestnut Walk and took this picture of the three courts with what is to be named Winwood Heights.
I got a move-on (for me, like!) and seemed to be doing well speed-wise.
Up to the bus stop at the top of the hill on Mansfield Road.
Said my cheerios, and back up to the flat. Checked the hot water situation, thankfully it was still not working. Phew!
Nothing on the photographicalisations showing as to the nature or cause of the noises.
Got the nosh prepared.
I put the TV on, with the CCTV channel showing the front entrance foyer.
I thought about the time of the Warfarin INR blood test, but could not remember it – so I struggled out of the working recliner and got the computer on to check on the Google Calendar. Finding that it only said – Blood Test – awaiting time-confirmation. Oh dear! Then I recalled getting a call from the surgery on my mobile last week when I was out walking, and I thought I wrote down somewhere, to update the calendar later. A forage around found no signs of the writings. Eventually, I had to look at the surgery opening times, because a glimmer in the memory told me the appointment was for 0730hrs, but plainly the centre would not see anyone that early? Aha! Seems on a Tuesday, they now open at 0720hrs! I’ll just go for that time, and take the crossword book with me, in case I’ve made another ‘Inchcock Cock-up’. What a Yutz!
To the end of Chestnut Way and right down the Winchester Street Hill. 
By the time I’d got to Carrington, the traffic had increased and come to a stop.
face my nemesis, and walk into Carrington Square and back onto Mansfield Road, walking through the cut-through where I was mugged a couple of years or so ago. I haven’t walk through it since.
By gum, the winds had got up since I arrived at the surgery.
Then I met Mary as she was coming out of the foyer. She spoke and did not want to upset her by rushing off, so I had a little natter with her.
I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I got the nosh prepared.