Friday 28th December 2018
Nepali: शुक्रबार 28 डिसेम्बर 2018
00:08hrs. I bestirred, feeling tired still, and gently moved the limbs and joints of my poor old body… The fluid retention was still testing the limitations of the resistance of the skin in the legs and ankles. I found that my usually scrawny fingers had swollen a bit too. I didn’t fancy the walk to the surgery later for the wickedly timed 09:00hrs appointment with the doctor, then another blood test. But, I think the exercise is needed overall.
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.
But, I was side-tracked by a call to the Porcelain Throne, so, off to the wet room. Massive evacuation, a bit of bleeding… but worst of all, the little boils on the bum seemed to have increased in number. Worra life, gerrin’ old! Then I discovered the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been leaking again.
Cleaned up, to the kitchen. Oh, dearie me… When I did the washing up last night, I placed a cleaned saucepan on the hob, and had not turned the power off! Luckily, it was left on the lowest setting. I even managed to save the pan for a change and cleaned it up. Rather pleased with my effort in this.
Ah, the papsules had returned to my left hand! I’m getting fed up with all these sudden ailments coming at the same time! The Papsules back, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding, the fluid retention, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion flowing again, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, etc.
However, the knee and ankle giving way had not happened for a few days. I assume that the fluid crammed in the legs is preventing it? Hahaha! Hey-Ho!
At last, I got around to doing the Health Checks.
I think the resulting readings were fine this time. Guessing really, Hehe!
I’m assuming the fluid retention is the reason for the increase in weight?
I noticed that this month Cetraben emulsifying emollient cream, had a new warning on the 
label:
Flammable Keep your body away from fire or flames after you have put on the medicine dressing and clothing in contact with this product are easily ignited by a naked flame!
I got the computer on and checked the Emails first in case any appointments or messages had come in from The GUM clinic or other of my medical second-homes. Hehe! I got this one from Sherrington Park Medical Practise:
So, that’s been Monday, Thursday, and today this week, and now I’m booked in for next Monday. I’ve had calls from the ADVATC Anticoagulation Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic as well. Might the end be nigh? Hehehe! Fret not, though. ♫’Que sera, sera’♫, there is more in life to worry about than death! Anyway, I’m not ready yet. Haha!
I set about updating the Thursday written narrative. Got it finished and posted off, then started this blog off. Visited the WordPress Reader section. Went on the TFZer Facebooking.
Got some breakfast nibbled.
Watched a bit of YouTube accident clips.
Off to get the ablutions sorted out. The cunning EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) were all keeping their heads down, I didn’t see a single one?
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!
Then hurried and scurried around getting ready and off to the surgery.
It was about 0800hrs as I left the flats, but it was still a little murky looking out there.
I place my big white bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door. To the left of this photographicalisation, taken as I set off!
As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took this 
photograph on the right about, of part of what will be new parking spaces for the better-off of the inmates with vehicles.
As I got ready to take a shot of the Winwood Extra Care and Winchester Courts, Obersturmbannführeress Deana came out of the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 
Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. 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.
I plodded on down the road, and on to Mansfield Road.
Were I nipped into the Continental Store to get a loaf of their excellent, but very expensive sliced bread. I came out with the sliced bread, 
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.
A few more vehicles and Nottinghamians about this morning compared to yesterday. At the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I thought the view related to how I felt for some 
reason, I forget what it was now. Tsk!
A little farther up the hill, my first Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was espied on the other side of the road. A long way off, but the zoom feature on the camera allowed me to catch the little scallywag!
Minutes later, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist I caught number two.
He was extra naughty, as he swerved towards me as he shot by! Git!
Up and over the hill and down to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. My second home. Hahaha!
I got inside and handed the receptionist the appointment letter that Nurse Ann had printed off for me yesterday. A gentle frown appeared on the angels face, and after a quick clandestine word with the other receptionist, I was told to take a seat, which I did. I got out the Clarkson book and had a good read before Doctor Vindla came to fetch me into her room.
As I struggled to get up and wavered a bit, my bag caught the decorated Christmas Tree, and a bauble fell off and into my bag!
In the surgery, I was told the blood test for today had been cancelled, and the Monday appointment is still on.
I explained my concerns, and the ever-patient Doctor gave me an examination or two. She checked my legs and asked questions about them. Regarding my memory and dizzies, she arranged for me to visit her on Monday, before the Blood Test with the nurse, she warned me it would be a lengthy examination, and made it for 11:20hrs. (Fungal Lesion?) She then sent a prescription electronically to the chemist, for some Furosemide PhEur tablets. A warning notice:
FDA warning: Liver function warning: This drug has a black box warning. This is the most serious warning from the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). A black box warning alerts doctors and patients to drug effects that may be dangerous!
Furosemide is a strong diuretic (water pill) that helps your body get rid of excess water. It does this by increasing the amount of urine your body makes. If you take too much of this drug, it can lead to very low amounts of water and electrolytes in your body. This can cause dehydration. Your doctor will monitor your fluid levels and may change your dosage based on those levels.
Low blood pressure warning: This drug can cause low blood pressure. Symptoms include feeling dizzy and faint after standing up. If this occurs, move slowly when changing positions after sitting or lying down. If this problem continues, call your doctor.
Low potassium levels warning: This drug can cause low potassium levels. (Potassium is a mineral that helps your nerves, muscles, and organs work normally.) Symptoms include tiredness, muscle weakness, and nausea or vomiting. Call your doctor if you have these symptoms.
Low thyroid levels warning: High doses (over 80 mg) of furosemide can cause low levels of thyroid hormones. If you’re taking high doses of this drug and have symptoms of thyroid problems, call your doctor. These symptoms can include: tiredness, weakness, weight gain, dry hair and skin, increased feelings of being cold.
Oh, dearie me!
I will get an appointment from the QMC within six weeks. (Not sure what this is was for?)
I thanked her, and left on my way to the Carrington Pharmacy, to collect the Furosemide. When I told them about the thermometer, I’d bought from them yesterday, the fact that I had to keep buying cover cones for it and I could not hear the supposed two tones, even with the machine inside my ear! The Pharmacist came over, and what flowed from his lips about my thermometer complaint, was pure genius! Admittedly on their own, the facts he stated were absolute gobbledegook, gibberish, balderdash and mumbo-jumbo, but his use of double-talk and his timing were perfect, to bamboozle even an educated person into believing his jabberwocky, let alone an idiot like me. Admiration flowed, as I departed the Chemists and went off to Lidle for a nosey around. I got the curly fries as planned, some mushrooms and a bottle of bleach.
Paid on the self-serve till, and caught a but back to Sherwood.
When I dropped off the bus, I wondered if Holland & Barrett had any of the French Chestnuts in stock. I know they are ridiculously costly, but they are gorgeous. I popped into the shop, to find they were selling them at Half-Price! I weakened and bought every jar they had left, all four! £3.50 down to £1.75!
Then over the road and called in the Wilko Store for the liquid soapflakes. Then into the next two charity shops, but I didn’t buy anything.
Up to the bus stop, to be joined later by Doreen. A natter and laugh on the way home.
I got the things put away, turned on the oven ready for the curly fries later, had an SSWW, and put half a Furosemide tablet in the evening’s dosage pot with the other ones.
Got stuck into updating this blog.
Got caught up to here, and the weariness downed.
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!
I soon ate it all up, not that there was a lot of it for once, and I made another sandwich up.
Sat down again to eat the new sarnie, and watch a ‘Frost’ DVD… I woke with sarnie still precariously balanced on the folds of my stomach and the TV still on!
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.
I nipped outside and took the bag of recyclables to the bin.
Back inside and got the clothing in the washer and put it on economy mode.
Might not have been a good idea to lean back with my head up, I got a Dizzy Dennis attack! What a Schmo!
Took the medications, and realised I had missed last nights tablets.
I observed a new sign on the notice board and got the camera out of my pocket to record this incredible offer. Hehe!
I got the weeks daily medication pots sorted and filled.
washing.
Grubbled
Walked at a fair rate down Winchester Street.
I the far distance, I saw the sky looking like a mushroom cloud was rising.
I went through to the kitchen in search of my first mug of tea of the day.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got the potato out of the oven, halved it, burnt my fingers, scooped out the flesh into a mixing bowl. Added about two-ton (Hehe!) of grated extra strong red cheddar, a sprinkling of malt vinegar, a spray of butter oil and onion salt and bashed the living daylights out of it.