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.
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.
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 shook myself a bit when I saw the working first time Boot’s made in China sphygmomanometer’s results. 
I took myself off to the wet room for a short-sharp wee-wee.
The Willmott-Dixon lads were busy working away again.
Halfway down Winchester Street hill, the traffic had built up.
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.
price, so I shared one. Gorgeous flavoured! Yet another natter enjoyed.
I did the last Health Checks.
Apart from the tomatoes, everything else was most stomach warming and taste-bud tickling.
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!
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.
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.
that it was currently Sunny and 27°c – 80.6°f.
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.
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.
It was a grand morning, and a gentle breeze was occasionally blowing.
As I left and started to walk to the Haematology Department, these clouds in the sky stopped me in my tracks.
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.
pass.
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.
I could see in the distance, on my block of flats, the hoist was going up and down.
I washed up and went to the kitchen to take the medications and do the midday Health Checks.
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?
Must get the fodder cooking.
0215hrs: Burst into life… Well, I woke-up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner, dressed, had a wee-wee and got the laundry collated.
Back up to the apartment. Took this shot as I entered the kitchen. Moddy one, I think. A lot of lights on for this time in a morning. 0330hrs
All the readings were comparable to those from yesterday’s first Health Checks.
Didn’t get far into the job, and it was time to go down to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
Which proved to be an injudicious thing to do. Cause the wire mesh had bits sticking out, and I clumsily caught a sharp bit down the inside of my fingernail.
Waiting for the arrival of the lift, I espied that a new notice was on the board, from Jenny.
0430hrs: Down to collect the laundry.
All freshened up and dressed, got the bag with the nibbles, crossword book, umbrella, collapsible walking stick (which I found out later, had gone missing, fancy that!), hearing aid batteries and an extra pack of codeine in it.
break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.
bus stop as I made my way on the walk to the surgery. 
I walked on down the hill onto Mansfield Road, and down the slope towards Carrington.
As I got to the steep bit of the hill, just before the crest, I passed the particularly singular and attractive row of houses on the other side of the roadway. A touch of Fothergill Watsonism here, methinks.
I walked down through Carrington to the Lidl store
Got off in Sherwood and visited a couple of the Charity Shops in search of a replacement for the mugs I had broken last week. But I was unsonsy, not that I expected anything else.
As I got the fodder prepared and checked the crock-pot, the hoist went down. I took this picture above, blind through the window. You can see the lads below.
I got on with updating this diary.
Getting tired now.
The mini veggie sausages were not a nice as I expected, but everything else was spot-on, first class, delightful!
I turned on the kitchen light, and nothing happened. Got the camera and took this picture and the light tube started to flicker into life, eventually lighting up the room.
Made up the nibble bags for the blood test nurses at the hospital.
The muck from the works taking place outside on the external wall, has somehow got into the kitchen? Hey-ho! 
Gathered the black bags, recycling jars, etc. and off out to the chute. Dropped the waste bags down the chute en route. To the lift, arrived at the lobby beneath at exactly 0800hrs.
Over the road and up by the Tree Copse into Woodthorpe Park.
laughing. I got an EQ conceived thought, that something nasty would happen this weekend. Fingers crossed I am wrong.
The traffic was heavy, and I made a mental note of being careful, when crossing the many roads I will need to on the way to the City Hospital.
The mind wandering as I legged it along towards the A611, were of a controlled memory of yesteryear for some reason.
I was well deep in thoughts, and not concentrating on where I was going, as I wallowed in nostalgia.
There were entrance/exit roads to cross on this stretch of the roadway.
I hobbled to the bus stop, the feet were stinging a bit now. Go a number 40 bus and was the only person on it at the time.
when I about five years old, a confrontation with the Mau-Mau, and voted Liberal once. So I can’t be accused of being fearful (Although I am).
Went to take the last medications of the day.
Went to catch up on my Facebooking next. All went well until I suddenly lost about fifty comments, there one minute, gone the next. Oh, I am confused now!
The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding a good bit. But, the evacuation was a lot better and less messy this morning.
Back out again.
Making my way down the Winchester Street hill, I had a Dizzy Dennis attack near the garages as I neared the bus stop shelter.
One bee looked like he was wearing a splint on his left back leg. Hehe!
Getting through the parked vans on the pavement was a bit of a struggle for me.
I got to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, with plenty of time to spare, and my general mood had brightened a bit by then.
Out of the store and to the bus stop. As you can see in this photograph, when I arrived at the bus shelter, I was the only person there. Moments later I was joined by five other prospective Nottinghamian passengers.
I had to sit on one of the shallow pop-down side-saddle seats. This encouraged Arthur Itis to join in with Duodenal Donald and the Plates-of-meat in giving me some more hurt. Did I say this was an up and down sort of day emotionally for me? Oy vey!
I got the chips in the oven, podded the peas and got them cooking.
I thanked her and wrote down the details.
Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.
The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.
old fool!” look from the nurse.
I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!
getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.
Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.
Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.
Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.
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As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.
bought!
Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.
Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.
Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.
right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.
I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.
I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.
airer in the hall.
I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!
Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.
I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.
1700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.
To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
Started on creating this blog up to here, and went to have a wee-wee, then made a brew of tea and back to the computer:
Panic Mode adopted. The telephone and keyboard had suffered most. The worst was the stains the tea made to the cabinet top wood.
Off out on the hobble to Carrington and the blood test.
As I reached the bottom and moved onto Mansfield Road, the heavens opened up and down came the rain. With the wind, it nearly blew my umbrella inside out.
When I got over the crest of the hill, the sunshine came out, and the winds seemed to slacken off.
too pleased with it either, the day for me will over and done in a couple of hours now. She seemed genuinely concerned and said she would leave a note for the others to remind them that I prefer an early-as-possible appointment. I thanked her and sat down to get the crossword book out. Had a bit of success with it this time, and actually got a couple of them finished. There are many crosswords part-finished in the book where I got stuck, and I give these another attempt regularly, it was two of these that needed only two more answers each that I did. (Smug-Mode adopted. Hehe!)
I noticed on the record card log notes that the doctors considered a different beta-blocker for me some years ago. No name is given to it that I could find. Anyway, this prompted me to look up the side-effects of Bisoprolol Fumarate. Tiredness, drowsiness, slow heartbeat, lightheadedness, dizziness, spinning sensation, dry mouth, stomach pain, diarrhea, constipation, increased urination, runny or stuffy nose, ringing in your ears, weakness, 
some pork and did some chips to go with it. Sorry about this photo, but the shakes came on.
Got the nosh served up. After all the Whoopsies in the process of making this dinner, I ended up with Polish Pork Knuckle in a bean stew with s few chips.
I’m on the last bottle of the ineffective Antacid Medicine. But, the prescriptions will be ready to collect on Friday, I should last out.
I forced myself to ignore this, as best I could. Went out into the flats entrance hall, and turned back to lock the door.
When I exited the elevator, the electronic information sign indicated it was 0756hrs, the 4th April 2018, 5°c and drizzling outside.
Out into the drizzle, and wound my way through the maze of barriers and scaffolding to the Glass Recycling Bin.
I was already limping a bit with the plates-of-meat, and Hippy Hilda began to play up a bit. Got to the Obergruppenfhuress Warden HQ, all locked up of course at this time.
A little further on Chestnut Walk, I heard the cooing and spotted this chap on top of the trees. 
Not far down, I took this picture. A rare and precious one, too. It is not often if ever, I have walked down this hill and seen only one car on the roadway!
It started to rain as I was going through the outer entrance door.
The bush in the posh house on Mansfield Road in Carrington was now beginning to bloom. And the beautiful pinkish flowers were radiant.
I struggled with the weight of the bags, out onto Mansfield Road. The rain had stopped altogether.
I looked at the Magnesium with Vitamin B+ tablets.
1545hrs: Got it done up to here, and got the meal in the oven. I hope I can eat more than yesterday.
As I poddled along Chestnut Walk, I met with Obergruppenfurhress Warden Deans as she was arriving for work. Exchanged good mornings and I explained to her about the Fire Procedure meeting with Angela. Deana said not to worry, she would sort it out for me. I don’t know how these Obergruppenfurheresses manage.
Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington.
But I reckon, judging by the squeal of brakes and papping of horns, that the white van man came close as he pulled out through standing traffic.
I got to the surgery with plenty of time to spare. Registered with the receptionists and got seated and doing the crossword book for about ten minutes or so, before the nurse called me in; and guess what… It was Nurse Nichole on duty!
The traffic had cleared after the rush hour, and I took my time ambling along Mansfield Road. I called into the Boots Chemist to get some more Germoloid cream, as the one I got from Arnold was getting low. This one cost much more than the other one but was twice the size. I met the Geordie-lass from the flats in the shop.
a natter and laugh. I was going to walk back up Winchester Street, because my timing was well out, and the next L9 was not due for 50 minutes yet.
So I did that. Only had ten minutes to wait for it once I’d got to the bus shelter. No signs of any other tenants in the vicinity, surprisingly enough.
When I approached my Woodthorpe Court block of flats, I could see that the hoist was on my floor, the twelfth, with some busy looking workers grafting away.
When I got in, I felt all lost and confused for a moment or two.
The moussaka had a lot of aubergines in it, and I do love them, but they are on the restricted foods list because they are so high in Vitamin K. (I think that is the reason the cardiac team put this on the list). Bt with the Warfarin INR level going down sharply, I guess I should get away with my indulging myself this once. (I hope). The ready-made meal was warming plentiful and tasty. The potato cakes were excellent. The rest, average.