Monday 20th August 2018

Hebrew: יום שני 20 אוגוסט 2018

0145hrs: My expergefaction revealed my mind and body to be in fine form. (I think) Gone was the tiredness and fatigue that suddenly hit me last night. A semi-positive approach for me was adopted. I thought I’ll get the laundry done now! And, by Jiminy-criminy, I did. The things were already collated in the bag, all I had to do was pick it up and go down in the elevator to the laundry room. Got some togs on.

I nipped outside and took the bag of recyclables to the bin.

The maze to get there is now a bit more complicated and circuitous, with new barriers appearing and the layout altered a bit.

Still, it stops us old uns from getting bored, doesn’t it?

Back inside and got the clothing in the washer and put it on economy mode.

I popped outside again, cause it was very nice out there, not too cold and only a little bit of a breeze gently blowing.

I leant back, looked up and shot this photograph of the front of the Woodthorpe Court block of flats.

Might not have been a good idea to lean back with my head up, I got a Dizzy Dennis attack! What a Schmo!

Back up to the flat.

As I pictured the automatic electronic signing thingamabob on the wall next to the lifts, it just started to change to the next image.

I saw the Nottingham City Homes were holding a Fun Day for the senior residents. Midday to 0400hrs, too late for me. It is in Bulwell as well, two buses to get there and same again back.

Took the medications, and realised I had missed last nights tablets.

So, with it being early in the morning, I took them. Now I must remember to take the morning ones later after the PM ones have time to absorb into the body mass.

Did the Health checks, and made up last weeks recorded results.

Time to go back down and move the things to the dryer. When I got the old toothbrush out of the draining board drawer to clean the dirty filter, the brush was damp, it was soaking wet inside the drawer? Someone had made one of my favourite personal habits and left an odd sock in the machine.

Got the dryer going and back once more to the apartment.

I observed a new sign on the notice board and got the camera out of my pocket to record this incredible offer. Hehe!

I nearly forgot again, that I was fasting and made a mug of tea. Well, I did make one. But didn’t drink it.

I cried as I threw it down the sink, and put the biscuits back in the cupboard. Hahaha!

I got the weeks daily medication pots sorted and filled.

Then began on updating the Sunday post and got it sent off to WordPress.

I had the slightest of possible tiny ‘Phutt’ of air escape from the rear end. I thought I’d gassed myself, what a mephitic perdurable pong!

By then it was time to go down and collect the washing.

Folded up the few bits I’d laundered, cleaned the drum, filter and casing and was on my way back up in the lift in no time.

Made a start on this blog.

Crickey, I’d love a mug of tea! Huh!

An hour or so later, I went off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Not such a messy job this morning, but oh boy, was Harold’s Haemorrhoids in a state. Bleeding badly and now after the evacuation, painful too. Bit of medicationalisationing called for after I have my shower methinks!

Got caught up to here, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Tons of good stuff on again today.

 Went to the TFZ Facebook page.

Must get the ablutions sorted out now. Also, I must remember to get some Assam tea bags and some of those lemon biscuits, (Ahem!) while I’m out in Carrington.

Grubbled about making sure lights were off, and taps too etc.

Then went to check the kitchen, to find that I had eight black biting armoured ironclad not-so-small-today beetles in the bowl of soapy water and bleach in the sink. I swear they were swimming! I ran boiling water over them and rinsed them down the plug-hole, but one of them still ran up the side of the sink so quickly I could not catch the Click, Scarab, Oedemerinae, or Weevil, whichever breed of beetle they are.

Took the black bags to the waste chute and a sauce bottle down to recycling bin near the caretaker’s room on the way out.

Met Alice and had a chinwag, then had a few words with the caretaker. Gave the alco’s sat on the now moved to the front of Woodthorpe Courts bench, a wave. Nice chaps.

Walked at a fair rate down Winchester Street.

Stopping to take this picture of the beautiful berries that are coming into fruit and bloom so early this year.

Onto Mansfield Road, there were too many Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist to bother thinking about photographing them all this morning.

I dropped into the Continental Food Store and bought some of the Lemon flavoured biscuits.

A bad

I got in the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and logged in with the receptionist.

“Chambers for CDH and INR blood tests.”

“Chambers?”

“Yes.” I handed her my cardiac medical card.

“You are not down for any appointments.”

“Oh, dear, have I made another faux pa?” – “You were booked in for a CDH check at 0830hrs this morning!” – “Was I?” “As luck has it, we’ve just had a cancellation so we can fit you in!”

I then waffled on about the calls I’d had on Friday from the Hospital, and them telling me I need another Warfarin INR blood test today. I asked if they had informed them, and I got a negative reply. This is going to please Nurse Ann, I thought as my whole body momentarily shook in anticipation.

I was unbelievably annoyed with myself!

I sat down feeling very coy and bashful until Nurse Ann came out to collect me, then the coyness and bashfulness turned to sheer unadulterated fear and panic! Hehe!

When I got into the treatment room, I realised I’d not taken the DVT record card with me either! God, please open the earth and let me fall in!  I fawned, kowtowed, cringed, crept and crawled as best I could, with me shaking in worriment. I sensed her antipathy and apologised super-grovellingly.

She was very displeased with my weight – I have to cut down on sugar content foods – I have to cut down on salt – I was reminded that I have to avoid brassica, aubergines and pork pies (Argh!) and anything with a high content of vitamin K in it.

Many others points were made to me, but my despair at my failings this morning had semi-blocked out some of the conversations.

I departed after leaving some nibbles, out into the sunshine outside, my head spinning and my self-hatred growing.

I the far distance, I saw the sky looking like a mushroom cloud was rising.

I pressed on into Carrington and called at the Lidl store to be sneered at, ignored and put down by their staff, as is usual for me when I spend some money with Lidl.

I bought a large potato to bake with the out-of-date cheese back in the fridge at the flat. Fresh tomatoes and a packet of  Assam tea. Paid at the self-serve checkout without any cock-ups, and left without a single insult or dirty look being given to me!

Caught a bus into Sherwood. It was packed with passengers, and a flaming woman was sat on the old folks and disabled seat with her bag on the cushioning next to her! Uncouth woman! So, I had to sit on a side-saddle single drop down seating. This was not too much hassle for me, but getting up the ultra-low chair caused Arthur itis to kick off in my knees, to get off of the bus. Huh! As if the plates of meat weren’t giving me enough pain, already!

I had a bit of luck then, cause I arrived at the bus stop in Sherwood with about five minutes before the L9 was due in. Two lady tenants were waiting there when I came, then we had a little natter while waiting.

I sensed that Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding again like yesterday. I blame the mini-bus ride perhaps?

So, I got to the flats as quick as I could from the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

I needn’t have bothered rushing. When I got to the elevators, both lifts seemed to be toying between the 9th and 15th floors for ages. A little ganglet of residents had gathered by the time one of the cages got down to the ground floor. We all squashed in – which was not a bad thing for me, cause we had a laugh between ourselves that I enjoyed, and it took my mind off of my rear end situation. Haha!

I got in the apartment and to the wet room. A bit of cleaning up then medicationalisationing, and I was soon feeling much better.

I went through to the kitchen in search of my first mug of tea of the day.

The bowl I’d left with the hot water in it earlier, again I had a couple of the black biting armoured ironclad not-so-small-today beetles residing in it, once more looking to all intent and purposes like they were swimming.

I emptied the bowl and got rid of the insects. Put the kettle on and made a mug of Assam tea. Put the biscuits and tomatoes away while the tea-bag brewed.

Blow me, another black biting armoured ironclad not-so-small-today beetle had got him or herself in the now emptied of water bowl again! Grr!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

I may be getting paranoid about these beetles. I thought I saw another one, but it wasn’t one. No idea what it was, mind.

They don’t shed there ironclad shells do they?

I got the oven heating up and put the giant potato in and set the timer for an hour and a half. Put the cheese out of the fridge to use later.

Started to update today’s post.

Went on Facebook to catch up with the photographs.

Did the Health Checks and medication taking done.

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.

Returned the mixture to the oven to brown off for two more hours or so.

I thought of the TFZers who I know like cheesy potatoes, cause they said so. Marie, Nancy, Pat, Lillie, Lona and Lyzzi.

I had to rate this one as being one of the best ever. Gave it a 9.55/10 Flavour Rating.

Tired and drained again, I stayed in the chair watching TV in between nod-offs.

Friday 17th August 2018

Mongolian: 2018 оны 8-р сарын 17-ны Баасан гарагт

0340hrs: I stirred into mock life, waited for the brain to catch me up, moved to get out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and off into the kitchen to made a mug of tea and got the Health checks done.

As luck would have it, I remembered about the CHD test later today, and that I was fasting until then. So I had to resist drinking the tea and sadly throw it away. Sob!

I got the Enoxaparin injection done first, get it out of the way, so as to speak.

I noted that the Sys and Dia had gone up considerably. This may be due to me having started the Enoxaparin, now called Clexane inj on the box, last night. I’ve to go in to see Nurse Ann at the surgery later. She is fitting me in and told me yesterday I will have to be quick, she will not have much time available for talking and gossiping. Oh, dear! That was me warned!

Of to the wet room for a wee-wee.

The Ironclad black biting mini-beetles had been out, and about last night, the Critter Kill had nobbled a few again.

Realising I had far less time to get things done, as the appointment with the Nurse was early today. I set about finishing off yesterday’s blog and got it posted off to WordPress.

Then, started this page going, sorted the two bags for the waste chute and took them depositing them in the letter-box size lid, and returning to the flat minus a layer or two of knuckle skin.

 Then it was time to get the ablutions done. All finished, I a grubbling session, making as sure as I could, that I had not missed anything to take with me. Urine sample, the bus pass to get home with, hearing aids in and soon off out.

On the walk up Chestnut Way, I took these three photographicalisations.

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I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress 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, WC and residents porta-cabin. Had a talk with Warden Julie, and out to take the photograph of what I assumed, was a fruit fly on the blackberries, as limped on.

I started my walk down to the bottom of Winchester Street hill, and the now familiar hobble left, up Mansfield Road over the crest and down into Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.

I let myself drift from worries and fears as I wallowed in the beauty of nature this morning. The sun was out, the wind was blowing, and somehow, everything seemed to look incredible. Planes taking holidaymakers away, or maybe bringing them back?) The insects buzzing, the birds squawking and singing… it was fine and dandy.

Then I slipped of off the kerb as I went to cross the road. Klutz!

Going up the hill, the customary Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist threatened as he shot by me.

The plates were stinging, but Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna, even Hippy Hilda were all being kind to me.

As I approached the surgery entrance, I mused over yesterdays farcical happenings but felt sure it could not be that bad again. Ahem!

I got in reported to the receptionist and sat down taking out the crossword book.

Shortly after Nurse Ann arrived calling out my name. This reminded me of the TV series ‘It ain’t half hot mum’ and Winsor Davis.

I meekly followed her to the treatment room and handed her the urine sample tube. “Why have you brought this today?” Silence for two seconds, then followed with, “It’s Monday when you need to bring this for the CDH checks!” She then smiled, and said, “I’ll check to see if it will keep in the fridge, hang on, keep your finger on the cotton wool!” Ann checked something on her computer and said; Yes that will alright. A certain confusion followed.

So I do have to go back again on Monday, another mile walk to cope with. She logically pointed out, that the DVT will most likely want another INR blood sample anyway on Monday when they have analysed this sample and got your reading.

I thought this week I’d called at the surgery more times than I’d gone home. Hehehe! Thanked her and went off for a hobble to the Lidl store to see if they had any more of the shortcrust biscuits yet. I was almost wailful, depressed even when I was told they are not stocking them again! I got some nibbles for the trip out tomorrow.

I left and went to the bus stop to catch a ride back to Sherwood.

My beauty-appreciation mode took over again.

The sky was gorgeous. I stood looking up at it and got the camera out. A car alarm activated and three ankle-snapper future villains ran from between some parked cars on the side street and ran away. I’ve no idea what had occurred. But it took me away from my appreciation of nature mode!

I got in the bus shelter and put down the bag on the floor.

I realised how pale and insipid the skin was on my hands.

I suppose it has been like that all day, but I hadn’t noticed before.

Come to think of it, if my blood INR is as low as the 1.1 which it is, means it is thicker, then it will not flow properly, I think. The extra Warfarins I had to take and the Clexane injections to thin the blood to avoid a stroke or heart attack might have had an effect on the colour, maybe, perhaps? I confused myself trying to work it out, now. Hehe!

Caught a bus, it was packed with passengers, and I had to sit next to a bloke, how could I describe him for best… Do you remember Giant Haystacks, the wrestler? Haha!

I got off of the bus a stop earlier so I could investigate if the Continental food store might have some of the shortcrust biscuits or similar on sale. They didn’t, but I got some vanilla wafer biscuits to share on the bus in the morning with the other residents going to Skegness with me. And, for myself, I found some expensive, but hopefully really-tasty lemon shortcake biscuits! I am not sure how many folks are going on the outing, I understand many of them have withdrawn from it?

I hobbled up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 bus, I would have been unable to walk back up Winchester Hill with how I was feeling, the feet mainly the problem.

About eight other Winwood residents were on the bus when I got on. As we got off, I pretended to be a bus conductor and shouted out “Winwood Flats, all alight here for Winwood flats!” Only two of them laughed. I did feel a plonker, no idea what made me do it. Thank heavens some of those on the bus not from the flats laughed along with me.

The Willmott-Dixon lads were hard at work, along with the melee of delivery drivers, plant machinery etc. as I made my way along Chestnut Way.

At the end of the road, a pantechnicon lorry had been forced to park in front of the garages. It must be a nightmare for drivers here.

I pressed limpingly onward, and got in the flats and to the elevator foyer, pressed the call button.

The lifts, according to the what floor the cage is on signage, were not moving anywhere?

While patiently waiting I saw a notice on the board, that nearly had me laughing out loud.

Considering the number of drugs I’m on at this time, indeed never been on so many at the same time before, it tickled me.

Eventually, the lifts came into action, and I was up in the flat having a much-needed wee-wee in no time.

I got the mushrooms in the saucepan on a low light. Kristadellens, mushrooms and seasoned potatoes with tomatoes and gherkins sound a good idea for nosh later.

I put away the bits I’d bought and got on with updating this post.

Stopped to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Then I got doing the Clexane injection. And boy, did I get it wrong. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but I hurt myself putting it in, and this left lingering sting for hours.

Also, a sensation of, I don’t know the word I’m looking for. Like a stinging pain that felt metallic – that’s not possible, is it? Ah, well!

Just about to get the meal prepared and served up, and the door chime rang out. Nottingham City Homes engineer to check the smoke detector.

Finally, I got the nosh. 8.8/10 Flavour Rating given.

I fell asleep in the chair with the food tray at my side.

The landline flashing light woke me up.

Got a call from the cardiac clinic. Stop using the hypodermic, until further notice. He said something else, but I could not hear what it was, after asking him twice to repeat himself, I think he said that DVT will contact me soon.

Fell asleep.

The landline flashing light woke me up.

DVT, with new Warfarin doses. 2 tonight and Saturday, 1½ Monday and Sunday – another INR blood Test on Tuesday. Arrgh! I informed the lady that it involves an hour walk for me to get to the surgery and I have made four trips in five days. Also, I have to go to see the nurse on Monday for my CHD checks, and asked if it would be possible for me to have the INR blood test at the same time? No problem. I pray she remembers to tell the surgery of this fact.

I fell asleep.

The landline flashing light woke me up.

A bloke with a foreign accent speaking. No idea what he was saying. I put the phone down.

What does a bald-headed short, plump, deaf, short-sighted, overmedicated, losing his marbles, but harmless old chap have to do to get some rest?

Got to get up early enough in the morning to get things ready for the Skeggy trip. Tsk!

But all the hassle and medications proved to be too much for me to get back to sleep. I lay for a few hours, annoyed and frustrated, then decided at 0300hrs to just get up, update this blog, start Saturdays then check the things needed are in the bag.

Did the Health checks and nearly forgot and injected myself with the Clexane needle. So to avoid any Whoopsiedangleplops again, I moved the new and used hypos into another drawer. At least when the INR plays up next time, I’ll have some syringes ready to use.

I found out where the odd fluttering noise was coming from, by cunningly putting in the hearing aids. Clever you know! Hehe! It was the wind blowing the plastic sheeting outside the window, really loud, so I assume I may have this to contend with the winds on my hobble around Skegness later. It was almost cold in the flat as well. Not in reality, but perhaps with it being a little less warm after being hot for so long? Combined with the effects from the Clexane injections, might be a reason for this.

I got the computer on and updated this diary. 

Ablutions all done and readied myself to get off to the minibus and a day out at the coast.

Hope it goes well. TTFN each.

Wednesday 15th August 2018

Norwegian: Onsdag 15. August 2018

 03:30hrs: After dreaming I had woken up a few times during a bit of a nightmare, I did arouse myself for real. I knew this cause I was half on – half off of the antiquated rickety £300 second-hand recliner, and banged my toe on the Ottoman as I retrieved the hanging off of the recliner, leg, and foot. Tsk!

I found myself in an amazingly calm submissive frame of mind. I decided to raise my torso from the recliner and get the Health Checks done. Then the brain started its usual wandering off on its own incongruous fretting, worrying and panicking style, considering and investigating, almost inventing problems, and nervously failing to come up with any explanations, suggestions or solutions.

Finding myself in the kitchen, before I did the Health checks, I had a hunt around in search of any Ironclad black biting mini-beetles. Finding not a single one!

I shook myself a bit when I saw the working first time Boot’s made in China sphygmomanometer’s results.

Sys 168 and the pulse at 101!

Seems my insides are cooking with gas this morning? Hehehe!

I took myself off to the wet room for a short-sharp wee-wee.

No call to the Porcelain Throne yet?

I did spot a few of Ironclad black biting mini-beetles when I returned to the kitchen, though. Did they seem to be loitering with intent? Soon it looked like a scrap had broken between them? Haha!

Got the Tuesday post finalised and sent off to WordPress, then more Windows updates arrived. Oy Gevalt!

Went on to the WP reader, and yet again, there was some excellent blogs work on it.

0530hrs: At this point, some weird, outré sounding noises emanated from somewhere. Inside or outside above or below, I could not tell. They only lasted a minute or two. Reminded me of distant ghostly, howling, wailing, voices a bit?

I made a start on this diary. Then got the ablutions tended to. Not a single Ironclad beetle in sight. What’s going on here? Haha!

Made up and took two rubbish bags to the waste chute. Then got ready to go out, carrying a bag of recyclables down with me, leaving it near the caretaker’s door.

The Willmott-Dixon lads were busy working away again.

A bit nerving having to walk on the road, with all the plant, lorries vans, and cars using the narrow Chestnut Walk, along with the old pedestrian tenants. Willmott-Dixon had supplied monitors to supervise, though. So, I managed to get to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, safely. This time, Hahaha!

Arrived at the hut, and greeted the extra strong lager drinkers on the bench with a good morning, and got a similar reply. A good start that, having a mini-natter, cheered me up somewhat.

Nipped in to see the Unterscharführeress Warden Julie and Oberstgruppenführeress Deana, reminded then about the Ironclad Beetle infestation and had a talk and giggle. I asked if they knew how Roy was going on. He is okay. Cheerios shared, and off I limped on my hobble to the surgery.

Halfway down Winchester Street hill, the traffic had built up.

The queue had all but cleared within a minute, and by the time I’d got around the bend, it was clear of any blockage.

Doesn’t it irk you when you don’t know what the cause of the jam was? Tsk!.

As I walked through Marshall Street. A naughty monkey of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist almost caught me as he sped by me on my left-hand side. Humph! The scallywag!

On to Mansfield Road and up over the crest and down into Carrington I plodded.

I was genuinely pleased with the progress I made today. I didn’t have time as I’d typically do, but it seemed no time at all to me, and there I was at the doctor’s surgery.

I reported to the patient, kind new receptionist, and took a seat. Got the crossword book out and as I opened it to have a bash at some clues, my adorable, sweet nurse Nichole arrived and called my name out. Put the book back in the bag, and I followed the Angel into her treatment room. It was such a pleasure to see her again! ♥

As we walked, I reached into my inside pocket for the DVT record, and realised I had not got it! Shmendrik! Then I recalled getting up yesterday, thinking it was Wednesday, not Tuesday, picking up the log, then put it somewhere while I went for a wee-wee, remembered it was Tuesday, and I will not need it, then forgetting about it today. Bit of a mouthful that. Sorry!

The pulchritude ridden Nichol did my blood, and we had a catch-up chinwag. I showed the picture of the Ironclad beetles, amazing! She has the same problem at her home! We did larf! Hehehe!

She did the blood taking, then said to me; “We (The GP surgery) have been contacted by the Nottingham City Hospital Management, and been informed about your (Me) going to the haematology department for the blood tests. This is not allowed, you must come to this surgery for it!” “Can I ask you why you went there?” (All spoken in a none-threatening tone!)

I explained about my not being able to get an early appointment with the surgery, and my falling asleep and getting tired so much earlier in the day now, means I can’t get things that take me a lot longer to do nowadays, done.

Nichole said the same as on the last two occasions I’d been admonished for doing this. She would put a note on my computer file asking for an early appointment. As if it had worked before? Ah-well! I thanked her, gave her a nibble bag and dropped some biscuits off for the reception staff as I left.

Went over to the chemist to confirm the date for the next prescriptions, and wrote it down in my crossword book cover. The pharmacist gave me the eyes up in the sky glance and tutted. Huh!

Off to Lidl, where I came out considerably less well off. Ha!

Caught a bus into Sherwood. Met Shirley and Cyndy there and we had a gossip. Cyndy told me the Social Hours have been cancelled until September. Shame. We all got on the 40 bus, Shirley and me getting off on Winchester Street top, and walked back to the flats. Having a talk en route as we both struggled up the hill.

I called in the hut and dropped off a packet of shortcrust cakes I’d bought. They were half-price, so I shared one. Gorgeous flavoured! Yet another natter enjoyed.

Back to the flats and caught up Shirley, one more chinwag enjoyed. Must be a record this, I love em!

Took the photos on the right.

Got in the flat and put the fodder away. Had a wee-wee, Still no signs of any Porcelain Throne activity needed?!?!

Did the Health Checks and took the medication doses.

Set about updating this blog for three hours straight! Concentration was not good for some reason.

The landline chirped. It was a chap from the Nottingham City Hospital DVT Deep Vein Thrombosis unit. Apparently, over the last six months, my INR Warfarin blood test results, have only been within range for 36% of the time. Something must be done about this he said. Then commenced to ask me many questions, which he listened patiently to the answers to. In the end, he said to take my evening medications at 1600hrs, and do not get stressed. He will consult with someone or other, and get back to me. I thanked him.

Not getting stressed is not really an option at the moment. The death-defying walk along the footpathless Chestnut Walk every day going out and returning home. The beetle infestation, The dirt, noise and hassle from the upgrading. Which can’t be helped. Along with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna getting frisky with me, are a few reasons for this. The chap who rang is aware. Cause I told him, also that it will be a good few months yet until it is all done and dusted. The upcoming balcony pod being fitted, the dreaded electricians and plumbers to install the sprinkler system… Sod it, I’m getting myself all uptight now. Tsk!

I got back to updating this blog, and a single voice emanated from the Health Alarm, it just said ‘Hello’, then nothing else.

I got the mushrooms on in the saucepan and the oven heating up, then checked the potatoes.  I’m getting tired again, and it’s getting late now.

I did the last Health Checks.

I got a tin of stuffed cabbage in tomato sauce from Lidl earlier. With minced pork inside. I’m looking forward to trying it later on in the month. I have a lot of dated fodder to eat first.

I opened the packet of the Shortcrust biscuits and put them in an airtight container, after nibbling one of them. By gum, they are good!

Still no indications of any need for the Porcelain Throne today. Worrying that, Hehe!

Got the potatoes in the oven.

Carried on with doing this post again.

Then got the meal served up.

Apart from the tomatoes, everything else was most stomach warming and taste-bud tickling.

I settled down and tucked into the mini Lincolnshire sausage feast with relish.

Duodenal Donald seemed to ease off at last after I’d eaten my heart’s content.

Washed the pots, leaving the saucepan to soak for a while.

Into the recliner chair and nodded off.

The blinking light from the landline phone woke me up, and I struggled out of the £300 rickety second-hand recliner and got to it before it stopped ringing. A second call from the DVT clinic, someone else about the low INR level.

I scribbled down notes, that I’m afraid are confusing me now, reading them afterwards. I think; I have to take 4.5 Warfarin now – 2.5 Thursday and have another INT test on Friday. Also, (according to my scribbled notes) I have to inject 05.9 of Enoxaparin now.

I’m grappling with my confusion, to understand it all. Being half-awake when the second call came, did not help.

I’ll have to ask someone to call the surgery for me in the morning… oh, and the Morrison delivery will be here too. I’m struggling now.

Got the head down. Laid fretting for hours. Humph!

Wednesday 8th August 2018

 Yiddish: מיטוואך 8 אויגוסט  2018

0345hrs: I woke and noticed the reminder note hanging on the TV screen (About the trip to the hospital for the INR Warfarin blood test this morning). I was prompted to free my bulbous body and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner.

As I did so, I saw signs of nocturnal-nibbling having been partaken in. Empty cheese curl packets, and a few Scottish Shorties biscuit crumbs on the belly. Guilt-Mode Adopted. Hehe!

Took a short-sharp wee-wee.

Got the bag of nibbles made up for the nurses, then did the Health Checks.

Back for another painful short-sharp wee-wee.

Got the medications taken.

Turned on the computer. All I got was a black screen with a message saying ‘Out of Range’ with a series of mystery numbers. What bit of equanimity that was lingering in my mind, was replaced with lugubriousness and deep saturninity. My heart sank, gloom enveloped my life, and I was irritated and baffled too. Tsk!

I turned off at the plug, then tried again, fingers crossed and praying out loud. This time everything started and opened as usual. I did not allow myself to get too happy over this, for fear and expectancy of things going to to go wrong again next time I launch windows.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy job again, and none of those Ironclad black mini-biting-beetles was spotted.

Got on with updating the Monday Diary and posting it off to WordPress.

Then made a start on this blog.

Off to get the ablutionalisations tended to. A stand up wash today, as it is a little early to use the shower, cause of the noise it makes disturbing my beloved neighbours.

The left toes looked most Picasso-like. Hehehe! Where I’d dropped the lemongrass pot on the middle toe, the bruises had turned to different colours now. Reds, yellows and browns?

Some sort of fungus-like growth under the big toenail had been joined by some technical-type drawing signs, or Braille, in black under the hallux of the big-phalanx.? I’m going to pot yer know!

All refreshed and cleaned up, I made up a black bag of rubbish to go in the rubbish chute as I leave for the hospital. But, luckily, I realised it was too early to use the chute. So I took it down with me and dropped it near to the caretaker’s door later on.

The sign on the electronic information board outside the lifts on the ground floor had got the temperatures back showing again, showing that it was currently Sunny and 27°c – 80.6°f.

It didn’t feel that hot when I crossed over Chestnut Walk and up the grave incline.

Anne Gyna kicked off before I was a third of the way up the hill.

But, again, as soon as the ground levelled at the top, she eased off, bless her cotton socks.

The plates-of-meat and toes soon began to ache and sting. But this was expected with the Whoopsiedangleplops I’d had with them lately. Even I had to smile thinking about my toe stubbing, dropping of pots on the toes and my walking into the kitchen door. A Shmendrik I am!

Limped through the park, up Mansfield Road and down Edwards Lane, and decided to take a different route to the blood test. I went down Perry Road so I could make some photos of the HMP Nottingham gaol (Prison) there.

As I got nearer to the HMP some blackberries hanging over a garden wall, looked to be in perfect condition. But they were too high for this old short-legged chap to reach them. Hehe!

According to the Independent Monitoring Board (IMB): This establishment is going through difficult times at the moment. One-in-three drug tests (On prisoners I assume?) prove to be positive. It has an appalling suicide rate (Two attempts every week). And a killing too. Justice Secretary David Gauke said he will look at “the issues faced by the prison” and publish an action plan. Mmm?

When I got to the end of Perry Road, a pile of rubbish seemed to have been artistically laid out in the corner. I don’t think this area is near where the detainees are located, though.

Right and down Hucknall Road, having to walk through the many holes in the ground where they are mending a gas leak I would guess. For there were many large No Smoking signs on display.

It was a grand morning, and a gentle breeze was occasionally blowing.

I had to avoid a few Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists as I made my way to the GUM clinic first. They were all too quick for me to get the camera out, though. Huh! I got into the reception window thingy. The regular chap must have been on holiday, but his replacement had all the required skills to make him a most worthy replacement. The curled lip, the sneer. And the excellently done exhaling of breath as he pointed to the chair where one has to sit and wait. Perfect bloke for the job! I got summoned back to the reception, along with two other chaps. We were all told that the doctor had not arrived, and we are to call for another appointment tomorrow morning.

As I left and started to walk to the Haematology Department, these clouds in the sky stopped me in my tracks.

In the centre of this picture, it looked at first glance that an atomic bomb was going off? And the cloud to the right seemed to have been painted on the sky as an after-thought? Yes? No? Ah well, it’s probably just my new glasses. Haha!

I got to the waiting area and took a ticket from the machine. Not many folks there yet, I had tab 127, and the device called ticket holder 115 next. So, not long to wait this morning. I did some crossword efforts all the same.

The nurse was not in a good mood when I was called into cubicle three. Seemed a bit vague and non-responsive. But she cheered up after doing me when I gave her a bag of nibbles to share around with the staff.

With it being still so early, I thanked them and left, getting to the ring road island and pondered on which way to go home.

Too early by an hour to use my much appreciated and loved pensioners free bus pass.

I decided to walk back using the usual old route, along the ring road.

The traffic on the dual carriageway was extremely light, I thought.

As long as took my time and enjoyed a steady amble, I might get to the Sherwood bus stop in time for the number 40 bus and get a lift back up the Winchester Street hill.

The poddle along the road to the next traffic island was Nottinghamian PAvemnt Cyclists infested. Hehe! I got a photo of three of them and missed the other two.

I eventually got to the bus stop in Sherwood, without having to push myself, and I felt good, apart from the poor feet. I caught a bus within ten-minutes and made my way up from the bus stop on Winchester Street, back to Winwood Heights.

Plenty of Willmott-Dixon workers about, busy at the job. The WoodthorpeGrane Park bound dogs were taking their owners to play ball.

I could see in the distance, on my block of flats, the hoist was going up and down.

I manoeuvred my way towards the flat and noticed the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Patch Manager parking her pap-pap.

We had a chinwag. During which she asked if the cellophane had been removed from the kitchen window yet. I looked up, to see the workers hoist on my level outside the apartments. All windows in view had had there plastic removed. I assumed they were doing mine and others on the floor at this moment.

I felt the warm wet indication that Little inchy was bleeding, and had to cut short an enjoyable natter.

I got up to the flat and into the wet room and cleaned and medicated things. Tsk!

I washed up and went to the kitchen to take the medications and do the midday Health Checks.

The specially created for me picturesque artwork on the cellophane outside of the window is still there. 

The hoist was on the floor above. I moved later, kindly leaving my Picasso inspired and designed filthy plastic sheets.

I took the padding off of the arm where the blood was taken. The bit of leaked blood seemed a different colour than normal. I know I am colour blind on reds, they found that out years ago when I had a medical for a job as Goods Guard with British Railways. Can it get worse, I wondered?

The Health Checks were completed, and the medications were then taken.

The readings were fine.

Got the computer on, it started alright. Phew! I made up a route map of the way I had taken my hobble. Then updated this diary.

I got a phone call from an Asian sounding voiced man. I rang off straight away. Ten-minute late I got a call on my mobile – gingerly I answered. It was from the Doctor’s surgery, with the results of my blood test. Amazing, when I go to the hospital for my INR test, I get the results like this, in four and a half hours. Go to the surgery for extraction, and it is three days before I get the new dosages! Stop moaning Inchie!

INR level 1.5 (Very low, in High Risk). Next weeks dosages: Wed (tonight) 2.5 tablets, Thur, Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon and Tue 2. Easy to remember anyway. I made an appointment with the surgery for the next blood test. (Well, I’m missing Nurse Nicole) Wednesday 15th at 100hrs. I put this on the calendar straight away.

Then I emailed a photo of the black biting mini-beetle to Angela.

Went on the Facebooking on TFZers site, put the photos from today on.

Went on to the WordPress reader next.

Late now, time running out, along with the energy and concentration.

Health Checks were done and medications were taken.

Must get the fodder cooking.

Lamb hotpot (Ready made meal version). Had some potato fritters Mash in batter, that I had bought from the Farmfood Store with the lamb and sliced potatoes.

I don’t know if it was because I’d had a long hobble or not, but by-gum I enjoyed this meal so much. The 9.45/10 Taste-Rating was deserved.

I put the tray with the well-emptied dish on the other chair and got the TV on to watch a Heartbeat episode, which I stayed awake for all the way through. Then nodded off to have a dream that was so odd, in the morning I made up a graphic of the singular impression I could remember.

 Here it is:

This one image is all I can recall about the nocturnal sweven. How, why and what remains a mystery to me. Can any kind dream analysist help me here? Hehe!

This got to me a bit, and in the morning I looked up dreaming about wasps. I’ll print what the site said about this, it in the morning’s dairy.

I woke with a start, convinced that some noise had waken my up. But all was silent.

I lay a moment, and the pleasure of my old pipe with some Erinmore mixture burning away, and me sat on the lake or riverside fishing and enjoying the smoke. Ah, sweet memories!