Wednesday 21st February 2018
Haitian Creole: Mèkredi 21 Fevriye 2018
0145hrs: I woke up irritated with myself, for not being able to recall any details of the dream-filled night. Just feelings of them all being of frustrations and humiliations?
As lay there on the £300 second-hand recliner, pondering on whether I should get up or not, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards encouraged me to exit the chair immediately and make my way to the Porcelain Throne post haste.
Getting out of the recliner, I trod on a cheese curl, from the nocturnal nibbling, making a jolly right mess to clean up.
In a rush to get to the wet room, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.
I got in, panicky, thinking I might not make it in time, I whipped off the Protection Pants, and the blood sprayed all over the place from my breaking the dried blood from Inchies Lesion. The floor, my jammies and feet, the sink, the bowl, the toilet rolls and medications, the wall, all got sprayed. Oh, I was in a right pickle!
Which got even worse, when I didn’t make it in time! Feeling frustrated, irritated and embarrassed. The evacuation was Trotsky affected too.
By the time I had cleaned everything up, it was 0240hrs! Antisepticated, all areas, mopped up, cleaned the wall, floor, me and new PPs adorned. In a way, I was glad that these Whoopsies had occurred close to each other and early in the day, and foolishly thought things would undoubtedly improve. What a plonka!
To the main room, and cleared up the crushed cheesy curl mess.
Well pleased with myself, with my getting things sorted and cleaned up. I took this photo of me in the front room waving to you all in the reflection of the window, with the outside view, scaffolding, lights etcetera as a backdrop; before going to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
The sphygmomanometer again refused to work several times before it did so.
A slight rise in febrility and the Sys was still just a little low. But none of the readings perplexed me.
All the time lost with the cleaning up from the Whoopsiedangleplops bothered me though. This meant less time to get these diaries, WordPress Reading and Facebooking done before I had to get to the surgery for the Harold Haemorrhoids examination and Warfarin blood test done. Then I realised the appointments started at 1020hrs, not the usual 0800hrs, so panic over.
I made a grand tasting drink of Extra Strong English Breakfast tea, in the new second-hand mug.
I love this mug, cause it is cumbersome but heavy, so less chance of knocking it over when I get the shakes, the handle is easy to use, and I think it keeps the brew hotter for longer.
Took it with me to the computer, and started to update the Tuesday post and get it finished and posted on on WordPress.
Checked the emails and comments via Gmail. Then made a start on this diary.
Went to the WordPress Reader. Of course, this meant closing Firefox and opening Chrome, cause Firefox will not let me access the reader on WordPress for some reason, and then back to Firefox, because Chrome will not let me save any work on WordPress! I blame Bill Gates! Hehe!
Went on to Facebooking next.
Had to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done them. Got them done with time to spare. So I sorted the three bags of waste out and took them to the refuse chute on the way out.
Got in the lift and was greeted with dried mud on the floor. I hadn’t noticed that yesterday.
I poddled to the Obergruppenfurhresses Cabin. Meeting Mary from the 6th floor en route and we had a little natter as we plodded along.
I popped into the hut to inform either Warden Julie and or Deana that I had put their Thursday nibbles (Sourdough bread and bottle of water) in the fridge for them yesterday, earlier than usual. But neither was present or available. There were some blokes from the heater makers getting ready to lie to anyone who attended and tell them how reliable and cheap to run they were. Tsk! Welsh William, Roy and two unknown to me tenants as well.
I departed and set off on my hobble into Sherwood, then Carrington to the surgery for my blood test and Harold Haemorrhoid examination.
Only a little walk for me today. The red line is where I caught the bus back into Sherwood. The blue lines indicate the walk from the flats to Sherwood, then to Carrington for the medicationalisationing. Hehehe!
Another gloomy day looked to be in the offing as I got part way down the Winchester Street Hill.
I appreciated how it seemed so quiet. When a dirty-great lorry passed, and the driver jammed his vehicles anchors on, and I didn’t hear him.
I’d forgot to put the Hearing Aids in again! Sad really!
A little further down the hill, I saw the gates that I think come out at the end of the secret pathway from opposite the apartments. I wish I could find out for sure somehow.
I have inquired of the other tenants who had lived there longer than me, but they didn’t know the path existed at all.
Got onto Mansfield Road and turned left up to the incline.
Had a nosey come window shopping at a few stores en route.
Up to the crest and over the hill. The plates of meat were stinging.
Where amazingly, I remembered to look for the flowers in a garden that I promised Orbb, a friend on the internet, I’d take a photo of them if they were out.
But they were not in bloom. Although, buds were forming on the bush already.
The ailments were all being kind to me.
Onwards and down to the surgery. Where I made an unfortunate discovery. Nurse Nicole will no longer be working anymore at this surgery! My mood changed to one of instant depression!
I booked myself in and sat down, got the crossword book out, but could not concentrate properly. The appointment time came and went. Then the nurse consulted the reception staff, who had to call me several times before I heard them. The new nurse was not in a happy mood at all, her running behind and me forgetting the hearing aids was terrible enough. When she heard I’d also forgotten the Anticoagulation Clinic form that I should fill in each week as well… I was given the “You old prat’ sneer and treatment and was told off several times. She reminded me not to forget things next week, in no uncertain terms. Oh, dearie me! I felt like I’d been given a threnody. Tsk!
I departed and joined the waiting area for Harold’s problems to be sorted. Then found out it was not this week. I did feel a right fool again!
Feeling elegiac, and dejectedly melancholy, I left the nibbles on the desk for the receptionists and departed.
I was feeling so low that it didn’t bother me; this car being parked on the pavement. I crossed the road and caught a bus back into Sherwood. Dolorous, and annoyed with my self.
Off the bus and morosely over the crossing and limped up over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
Up the footpath. Hardly any dogs or people about today. I hobbled, still depressed with how things had gone, and to the top and turned right where the Tree Copse was.
The Copse cheered me a little, as I noticed some greenery coming through.
I pressed on and down the muddy gravel pathway, to the entrance to the flats.
I didn’t see a soul anywhere. No workers, no wardens, no residents.
Got in the apartment and took a wee-wee. Did the Health Checks, took the medicines and pain gelled the tender areas.
I cheered a bit more when I remembered I had the beef ready meal and some chips to have for the nosh later.
Got the computer going and updated this rubbish to here.
Then did the Morrison order for next Thursday, St David’s Day.
Health Checks and medical needs tended to.
Not the best of days for me.
But I did enjoy the Asda ready made Minced Beef Hotpot. Despite the meal being so unhealthy, according to the intake listing showing three in red! The annoying thing about it was they were on offer at 3 for £6.
Which means I have to eat all three before they go out of date!
But, the taste was delicious. I’ll have to eat more healthy noshes in between having these I suppose? Tsk!
I had a rinse and removed the plaster that the frightening surgery nurse had applied after taking the blood from the arm. I’ve never had such a bruise after a blood test before!
Still, no pain with it at all.
I washed the pots and got settled to watch some more ‘New Tricks’ DVD episodes. Stayed awake for both of them, then turned to the TV to watch ‘Law & Order’. First set of commercials and I was off into the land of nod!
Got the shakes and shivers this morning. I think this is due to the workers removing more cladding yesterday?
blood missed when I cleaned up earlier. Checked the bin in the front room had a black bag in it. Computer off, no alarms ringing or flashing, and then into the kitchen to look at the taps, cooker etc… and blow me down, I had three bins in there instead of two, and I’d missed taking a sealed bag that needed to be chuted as if to speak. Hehe! For a second I thought I must be losing it quicker than I realised. Had the Aliens been at it again? I went back in the front room and comprehended what had happened. I’d put a new refuse black-bag on the chair, and it had fallen where the bin would usually be, hence, fooling this old twit into thinking the container was there when it wasn’t! I didn’t explain that very clearly, did I? Sorry.
Set off, hobbling as fast as things would let me, to avoid my being late for the first appointment. On Chestnut Walk outside the apartments, the puddle near the builders compound was frozen solid. But I have to say, the new jacket was keeping me nice and warm. Mind you, I was moving at a fair rate of knots, for me.
I took this photo, he had just started to reverse into the traffic solid main road illegally!
Along and up and over the crest of the hill.
As the traffic started to move again, I arrived at the Surgery, straight in, with fifteen minutes to spare. Logged in with the receptionist, the one who has a perfect look of contempt on her face for me each time I go when she is on duty. She makes me want to apologise for bothering her. So compelling is her obviously trained look of unprovable haughtiness. I have to give her credit where its due. Personally, I think she ought to be dealing with the Brexit negotiations for us.
Up the hill and down into Sherwood, and up the incline and called into the new bakery, to see if they had any small sourdough bread or cobs on sale. They were… and I’m not joking, selling the bread 800g, at £5 each! I retreated!
Time to get the fodder served up.
Oh, what a performance. Extracting my lumbering-body out of the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively pain-free, and completely accifauxpa free. Getting to the wet room was swiftly achieved without any toe stubbing or Dizzy Dennis’s. Whipping down the Protection Pants in haste to get seated and the evacuation process going. I pulled the pad from where Little Inchies lesion had bled in the night and then dried hard. This caused the blood to flow and splatter over my legs, the floor, the WC bowl and the accoutrements on the floor cabinet (Kitchen towels, toilet rolls, medical creams etc.) and sprayed over the opened pack of Protection Pants! This was not a good start, I thought to myself.
Off to the kitchen to get the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, Enoxaparin hypodermic, creams, lotions and medications out to do the Health Checks and take the tablets.
Sorted the nibble bags out for hopefully, Nurse Nichole and the staff for when I have the blood test later today.
The flipping high winds blew it as I began to open the window and flung stuff all over the kitchen!
All went well with the purifications and decontaminationing. Hehe! Got the bag and paperwork sorted, and set off with the brolly, well wrapped up and the fur-lined hat that I bought last month that has ear covers. Of course, I won’t be able to hear anything, but it should be warm and keep the terrible wind out.
Set off out on the hobble to the Doctors surgery.
Further down the hill, I crossed the road while there was a gap in the traffic.
I kept limping along and got onto Mansfield Road and turned left to walk over the hill and down into Carrington.
I’d just over the crest of the hill and thought the view would make a half-decent moody-photo, perhaps. If I had taken it a few seconds later, I would have caught the estate type car hitting the back of the mini! Dang, just missed it. Never mind though.
and the traffic slowed down. I tried for another moody-photo effort. Which I’m sorry I did now.
Seconds later, a new to me nurse came to collect me to take my blood. Where was Nurse Nichole? She was a cute little thing, and very helpful. She told me she’ll see me early as I’d arrived now, then I can go on my way and get home quicker. A lovely thought, but it would not work because I can’t use my bus pass until 0930hrs, but still, it was kind of her. She took the blood and afterwards there was no leaking at all. She kindly warned me that the rain was like a storm now, as I left.
I gave the bag of nibbles to the receptionist and went to leave the premises.
On top of all this, I was still too early for me to use the bus-pass!
helicopter hovered above.
The next one stopped and climbed onboard to find only the raised seats free. Comical this, cause with me just going a few stops, by the time I got myself up and seated, it was time to get out of the seat to get off.
Woodthorpe Park route home.
. Got in and put the utterly superfluous fodder I’d bought away, and got the large potato cleaned and in the oven baking.
I made a super-strong large mug of tea, using a Yorkshire and /extra /string English Breakfast tea bags. Took the mediations and did the Health Checks. All okay.
The cheesy-baked potatoes were ready, as I went to get them out of the oven, the intercom phone chirped into life. It was the chap who initially installed the Fire Alarm strobe and Pillow.
Got the nosh sorted.
Had an excellent ablutionalisationing session. Apart from the Little Inchy fungal lesion was bleeding, so I applied some Dakacort cream. Getting low on this again now. Must try to remember to ask for some more on a prescription request form.
I sorted a black bag of rubbish, got the three jars to go to the recycling bin ad tool them out with me. Dropped the bag down the chute, cause it was now 0800hrs, and tool the bottles down with me and deposited them in the bin outside the foyer door. 
The sun came out as I got further along the road. And, a few times throughout the day. But it was like politicians promises, no warmth and did nothing to warm up the voters! Hehe!
Haha! Brrr!
Right along Mansfield Road and up the slow incline. I noticed the Continental Shop was open and I decided to walk back from the surgery after the blood test and call in to have a nosey around, Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna permitting of course.
0840hrs: The traffic going towards town started to back up.
As I neared the top of the hill, one of Nottingham’s infamous Pavement Cyclists shot by me from behind, between me and another pedestrian as she overtook me. Most annoying being made to jump like that, I can tell yer!
got a good head of steam going too.
Out and had a hobble back the way I came, made my way to the Continental shop in Sherwood.
Up the hill and into the Wilko store. More finances spent. £8.40 this time.
Where more Nottingham Street Art greeted me on the wire seats in the shelter. I must say that it all looked really fresh? A lady there humorously stated; “Maybe they got blew away in the wind while eating” Hehe!
This little monkey was spotted outside on noisy Herbert’s balcony. “Who are you looking at, mush” was the verbal message I received. Haha!
Irritable and tired, I got the nosh prepared. Not that it took much effort, nothing hot in it tonight. Polish belly pork and fresh bread sarnies, potato chips, tomatoes, beetroots, sliced apple, chestnuts, and Chinese mushrooms out of a jar. Fresh orange juice and a lemon curd yoghourt to follow. Have to give this one a 9.45/10 rating.
I bit my tongue in the sleep and woke up with a start. Dabbing the blood with a tissue, wondering what it was I had on the TV screen, and I saw the light flashing on the landline phone. Struggled 
Bent forward manipulating the leg by the knee, the pencil pressed against the right buttock, I got in a pickle as to
how to and what was the best way, to avoid setting off Hilda, and avoiding the splinters of wood from the half-pencil penetrating the skin of my rear end at the same time? I failed entirely in this. The leg fell, and Hilda let me know, and the pencil drew blood as it punctured the fleshy skin.
Got the kettle on.
scepticism drifted from my brain. Mind you, a lot of stuff escapes my mind nowadays, Hehe!
Stuck my head out of the window to see what the weather was like.
Got the computer going and checked the weather forecast.
Although I didn’t realise it at the time, I waddled off down the road wondering what it might have been that he thought I had said, and forgot to drop the glass off at the bin.
I did notice that the external work to the balconies and windows was still on hold.
turned right down Winchester Street Hill.
There was a small squirrel on a low wall, who didn’t seem bothered when I got out the camera and zoomed in on him or her.
Up the slow gradient on Mansfield Road and over the crest, down towards Carrington.
As I approached the vehicle, a man came out of the garden, gave me a good stare, and got it and started the engine.
understand the sign language he used, though. Naughty!
cyclist.
I got to the surgery and went to register with the receptionist, who was busy on the phone.
A sad sight a few yards up the hill on my way to the Pelican lights.
Out and up the road, and called in the Card Shop, no, Card Warehouse it’s called. 
Although it doesn’t show well in the photograph I took of it, but there came all at the same time, seven buses!
A lot of workers but not many tenants about as I walked to the foyer.
Got the computer going to update this post.
Assembled the laundry stuff, gathered the clothes and down to the launderette, to get the laundry started and have a look at the road conditions. Got the washing machine going, and nipped out into the cold to peruse Chestnut Walk. 
The timer chirped into life, and I went down to investigate if the clothes had dried enough. No.2 lift was still noisy.
Had a sweep up of the bits of soap powder and things dropped on the floor. Not by me, of course!
Booked me in with the receptionist and got seated and the crossword book out. Amazingly, I started one that I’d got just two answers in before and got all but one clue filled in. A possible victory I thought… but maybe not, I do not have the slightest idea what Garlic Mayonnaise is? A_O_I?
Off the bus and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), where I forgot all about the security guards stopping me taking photos last month, Ahem!
Out into the bright but cold sunlight.
Up Queen Street and I was the sole passenger to get on the L9 bus when it arrived.
The short foot journey from the bus stop to the end of Chestnut Walk was not as hazardous as it was earlier, but much of the compacted snow and ice remained, and care had to be taken en route to the Woodthorpe Court flats and home.
Accifauxpa but avoided going over when I slipped.
Got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the purchases sorted. The fantastic Pork knuckles, only two of the three, were put in the fridge, the other one on a plate ready to become part of tonights, nosh.
could win a £100 HMV gift card.
Then noticed the beloved Copse outside. It still looked beautiful, but sad at the same time, perhaps?
The Polish Pork Knuckle was great! In fact, I enjoyed everything and gobbled it up slowly in the hope that I might not eat it all and lose weight. No chance!
I removed the tape from the arm vein, and I did the pots and settled to watch some more ‘Boon’ DVD episodes.
0127hrs: Noticed that the temperature in the kitchen was much higher this morning at 54°f.
I opened the window to take a view of the morning skyline without reflections from the glass.
It all looks much a sameness to me. Although, this morning the weight had gone over the 15St mark!
The meal framework for the new build flats was coming on.
I walked along Chestnut Way, and I felt a bit of compassion for the car owners. Hehehe!
Down onto Mansfield road, and right up and over the incline, and down into Carrington. Where a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but hit me.
I limped along in the centre to the end and down the escalator and foolishly had a look in the Thorntons shop and asked a lady if they had any chocolate nougat. “Yes,” she said. Fetched a cubed box and asked if I’d like it gift-wrapped, no charge for this. My mind was finding it hard to connect to voice box or logicality as she bent down, revealing 
more than I could handle of her buxom cleavage, and came back up with a box already done. She added, while putting another box of chocolates on the counter, “You get these free when you buy the nougat selection”. She bent down again for some unknown reason as I got my card out to pay.
My attention was again distracted. I got the two boxes into the bag and made my way to the exit doors. I thought I’d better try to make sure the chocolates don’t get wet, so stopped under cover of the canopy to rearrange my bag. During which I came across the receipt for the nougat… £20!
ge anyway.
Crossed over the double-pelican lights on Maid Marion Way, and up Standard Hill. Stopping part way, to allow Anne Gyna to calm down.
enough to have to climb it on foot. The feet and knees started giving me bother shortly after this. Hehe!
I went on the web in the morning and found out that is was a Two-bedroomed flat, for sale at only £232,500.
Outside, the rain had stopped altogether now.
Across the road and down to the terminus.
f the Little John dome and clock as it arrived.
feet stinging!
I was glad not to see any workmen up on the platform hoists on the building in the rain.
A wagon delivering some machinery passed by us.
wee-wee. Another marathon session, but eventually it stopped. Haha!
0220hrs: Back to the flat. Lift One had gone down again.
Took the medications.
0540hrs: Whoopsiedangleplop there! Shot down, lift number one now working? Extracted the clothes and folded them into the bag. Cleaned the filter and casings. While I was doing this, I had a mini-Accifauxpa as the cloth slipped and I caught the knuckles on a sharp edge of the machine. Hey-ho! 
Back in the flat, the lighting seemed to have gone all greenish? Earlier when I photographed the HC machine, it was kind of yellowish?
another cuppa, I spilt the milk on the floor.
Stored the stuff away. I had ordered 2 x 8 (240g) Birds Eye Fish Fingers on offer from £1.39 down to £1.
Then onto Facebooking.
Still not up to speed.
I’m putting some of the TFZers in scenes come photos I have taken of Nottingham.
He set up the Slarm strobe and Pillow Alert (Shaker) in short time.
Got the nosh ready.
anyway. Haha!
0400hrs: Made a start on this one. As I did so, I realised I could not hear the winds howling? I returned to open the window and have a look down outside.
I’d forgotten this needed doing, so I checked the paperwork from the Audio Clinic.
In the lift, the Alien Blob had transformed itself; I thought I could see something moving in the gel as it spread out?
Once I got down the hill a bit on the walk to the surgery, the wind was far less bothersome. 
Sherringham Park Surgery in Carrington.
Pavement Cyclist came by me a little close for my liking.
and annoyance.
The horrid tomatoes. I’d soaked them in balsamic vinegar for hours, and this made them just about bearable to eat.
I turned on the TV and settled down to try and watch something or othere, drifted off almost immediately into a dream filled sleep.
It had apparently been raining most of the night.
One from Iceland telling of some red potato chips they are selling. I found the idea appetising. Never heard of Bergerac Potatoes, I might go on to Bulwell after the doctors and see if I can get some to try?
Yet another wee-wee.
Got the new coat on and collected the bag and set out on the hobble to Carrington and the surgery.
and down into Carrington. The rain didn’t stop at all, but it was far less severe than earlier, but the winds continued to be high and vigorous.
rain and wind back to Arnold.
As the bus arrived in Sherwood, two fellow tenants got on the bus.
The computer on and updated this diary. An hour or so later put the chips into the oven and set the alarm for 15 minutes.
Got the meal served up!
hen I woke ten minutes later I recalled a War & Peace length dream and wrote some bits down on the pad. In the morning when I got around to updating this diary, the memories written down once again were unreadable. Bits I could recall were few, involved an Austin A30 van and my head without a torso climbing out of a pram? Did this graphic for a bit of fun.