Presented by Lucky Inchcock
Presented by Lucky Inchcock
Swedish: Lördag 16 februari 2019
02:00hrs. When I woke up, it became apparent that I had either died or was still asleep! For there was no throbbing from the leg wound, and Duodenal Donald, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur sure, and Anne Gyna pains were all absent! Almost instantly on this realisation, the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived.
Then things got back to normal. As I started to choreograph my tactics to free myself from the delightfully snug environment of the £300 second-hand circa 1968 dilapidated, ramshackle rusty recliner, the pains returned, the moment I moved my first limb, in this order; Kidney Ache Kevin, the ankle wound stinging and throbbing, then Anne Gyna kicked at me.
Attempting to stand up, the left foot heel pains, Arthur Itis’s ridden knees, and Duodenal Donald joined in with the unpleasant actions from the other ailments. This habituated things back to normal, and I was sure now that I had indeed not died, nor was I asleep dreaming. In fact, I was getting a touch nervous about the lack of pains.
But there was no time to ponder over the situation, as the demand for the wee-wee was growing in severity. Luckily, the disinfected Emergency Grey Bin was only a few feet away, and this was a good job too!
I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees)
I mused a moment: Surely I must be due a betterer day soon, I pondered. Then I burst silently into singing ♫ Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside, oh, I do like to be… ♫ Why? I’m not certain. Mental derangement, insaneness, dementia, lunacy, asininity, stupidity, old age, drug-induced dottiness and delirium, delusion, illusion or psychosis? Who knows. But, I am sure that the good days of having a short-term memory and a degree of logicality and decision-making abilities are now irredivivous. Tsk!
I got the kettle on, and once again, as I did so, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence like-evacuation. Leaving a possibly even more gross after-aroma than usual behind.
I got the Health Checks, and medicationalisationing was done.
The readings looked okay to me.
Gobbled the tablets and medicines, and then had another SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee).
I set up the computer ready to start the updating of yesterdays blog, and the oddest of sounds were heard. Rather like wind coming from a released balloon? I had a look around everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.
I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.
The sky looked so different from all the clouds up there, so I took this photographicalisation of it. I can use it a backdrop for a Thoughts graphic later, perhaps.
I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen.
The wound was itching away again, but no pain, unless I scratched at it or banged it against something. Although, the feeling like there were worms under the skin was annoying and the devil’s own job to resist scratching at it!
Back to the computer and eventually got the blog finished and posted off. Then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto to TFZer Facebook site.
Made a start on this post up to here, and got some brekkers.
Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.
I took off the plaster from the wound as instructed to by Obergruppenführeress Nurse Ann. There were new growths beginning to come now, as whatever infection the wound is on the lower-leg, makes its way creeping all around the leg now. Tsk!
Had a right dizzy turn, so I turned off the computer and just sat down with my leg up. I fell asleep.
Not so good, now. Although the wee-wees were getting fewer and further between, I was in a pickle with the Dizzies coming regularly, even if for only a few seconds at a time. Felt so drained and I’d done nothing much? The wound was demanding to be scratched, itching and now stinging, and then Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. Then, when I tried to walk, pains from the wound began to make me tense up and more fed-up!
I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself.
So, I made a sandwich and some potatoes, for the nosh, although I didn’t feel too hungry at the time, I did eat it all up. Not that there was a lot of it.
At least now that the plaster had come off, I could get a shower.
But, no! Guess who had left the hot water tap running when he put the dishes in the bowl to soak, and now has no hot water!
I watched a 1959 film on Freeview channel 81, and even more annoyingly, fell asleep and missed the last section of the movie – really depressed with things now! Worran horrible day!
Polish: 14 Lutego 2019 r
23:40hrs. As I woke up, the brain was a torrent of many confused thoughts. A breach of the peace of my mind. I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or not, but I was musing over my being in a condemned cell, playing Monopoly with a chap I thought was my executioner. The themes changed, but over the next fifteen minutes or so, I always seemed to come back to the distempered brick walled cell, and my being beaten into Monopoly bankruptcy by the hangman. Who incidentally was wearing a pink hood, while the rest of the visions were in mono? The side thoughts and fears were all involving nerterology of some sort. These mystifying ponderations eventually dissipated into the ether, as a wee-wee was required. Luckily, I scribbled some notes on the pad on the Ottoman. For when it came to my writing this blog, all actual memories of any dreaming had gone, apart from the picture of me in the cell, which I tried to reproduce in the graphic above.
Getting my abdominally weighty body free of the second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner, was done with no problems or pains. Amazing how things are so different from one morning to the next?
Ah, back to the SSDWWs (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees) again. Always difficult to judge whether they have finished or not, so, extra care was needed to be taken. Tsk!
I went to the computer to turn it on and saw the reminder note hanging on the screen. The Doctor today 0850hrs. Leg problems, falling asleep all the time, kidney pains, Furesomide, and hosiery availability. I put this note into the jacket pocket straight away, so I didn’t forget to take it with me to the surgery and made sure the INR Anticoagulation and Arterial Thrombosis clinic record card was in there too. This made me remember the nibbles for the nurses and staff, so I put them in the bag.
Had another SSDWW, then I got the Health Checks done.
Aha, I expected this to happen, especially as I am off to the Doctors later; The BP has come down suddenly. Huh! The temperature and pulse are still high though.
I’d just made a brew of tea, and had to nip off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a bit messy and with a little bleeding.
When I checked the pins, the blood papsules, welts or whatever they are on the ankle, were a little more vivid this morning. But dry, no leaking at all.
Another SSDWW, they are coming a bit regularly at the moment. Oh, dear!
Made a start on updating the Wednesday blog, and within minutes, another Porcelain Throne visit was required.
This one was far less messy and with much less bleeding. However, the aroma that accompanied the evacuation was so strong, I had to shut the window in case it attracted any Scarabaeidae (dung beetles – surprisingly there are 40 species in the UK!) who might have caught a whiff, to join the Weevils in the flat. Hehehe!
As I wrote this, and not having seen any EIBWBBBs (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) for a while, I looked up on the web to find out if they hibernate. I found out that: Boll weevils do hibernate in winter and before sleeping they produce many further generations. The female can lay up to 300 eggs over a 10 – to 12 -day period! They come out of hibernation in Spring it says. Argh! I’m glad I’ve got some sprays at the ready for when they relaunch their attacks!
Oh, the memories of my losing battle with them haunt me. The thought that they will return pees me off!
Got some brekkers. Marmite biscuits with a round of Marmite cheese, and a mug of tea and few Scottish Shortie biscuits to round it off.
Ablution sorted. Did the midday Health Checks in case I am back too late from the surgery.
I set off out: the weather was not too cold at all as I plodded down Winchester Street Hill.
Left onto Mansfield Street and first right along Marshall Street and onto Mansfield Road, turning left towards Carrington.
I was feeling pretty good in myself, apart from a few wobbles here and there, but they were not proper dizzies, just a loss of balance. Likely due to the blood pressure, and the water retention in the pins.
I ambled along, no rush, I’d given myself plenty of time to get to Sherrington Park in time.
At the Library, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he sped by me from behind. Too quick for me to get the camera out.
Near the top of the hill crest, an idiot of a disabled scooter rider was travelling on the road in the bus lane! Unbelievable!
Down the hill and into the surgery. I was instantly cheered when a lady asked me if I was feeling alright! “Fine thank you” I replied, she added: “Well you don’t look it, very pale you are!” I’m not if this was due to the water retention or the Warfarin INR level being so far out.
I logged in and had to nip to their WC for a wee-wee. Back to the waiting area got the crossword book out. But the concentration was terrible, and I didn’t answer many clues today. Dr Vindla came out to call me in.
I thought it would be polite to start with “How do you feel now you’re back from holiday” and threw her a smile…
“Busy!” came the reply!
I handed her the notes I’d made of things of concern.
Furesomide: “Have you been taking the Furosemide?” – “No, I’ve run out! – “Why?” – I asked for some and was told it would be best to wait for your return before getting any in case you wanted me to stop them!” Her fingers flashed on the computer keyboard, and she told me that, “A prescription had been sent to the chemist a fortnight ago and not been collected!” Although I had not been informed about this, I felt a right fool!
Showed her the new welts and papsules on the ankle top. She had a poke about and took a swab from the wound. Called Nurse Ann into the room (No nurse Nichole for me today! Sob!) They both had a prod around, and I was informed that after the sample had been analysed in a day or two, I would be contacted to go to a Treatment Centre somewhere, whoever can fit you in, and be examined. Also, they will sort out some support hosiery for you if needed!
I mumbled my thanks to her.
“You can go now,” she said. Pointing to the other door in the room, “That way, and don’t forget Nurse Ann will put a dressing on that wound!” Me: No, thank you very much! Head down and off out and sat in the nurses waiting area.
I was called in and told to sit down! The blood was taken, and I handed her the Anticoagulation record. She took the blood sample and said: “Press hard on that, right!” So I pressed hard on the cotton wool. As she set about putting some cream and a large plaster on the leg wound, which was uncomfortable with my pushing down hard on the arm vein and leaning against the arm on the trolley top to aid the pressure, with the other foot spread out in the opposite direction being medicated. Hehehe!
The kidney examination and the Shingle injection are both booked for next Thursday, now. And don’t forget to fetch the Furesomides from the pharmacy! “Thank you” I sheepishly replied.
I left her some nibbles and departed to the receptionist. Left them a box of the chocolate wheels.
Just so glad to get out.
I made my way to the Chemists in Carrington. Scarily I caught my reflection in the barber’s window: By Gawd the lady was right, I did look very pale! Tsk!
The pretty young lady in the chemist then asked me if I was feeling alright? If I looked that bad and poorly, how come no one in the surgery said anything? Confusion-Mode-Adopted!
I asked for the medications. She looked confused and summoned the pharmacist. He told me that I came in two weeks ago, and I was told that the next monthly prescriptions would be ready around the 2nd March! Yes, I said, but I do not want them, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide… He interrupted: We have not received any prescriptions for Furesomide for you! As I was saying, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide two weeks ago. It’s just that no one told me!
Ah, yes. And then, he went behind his counter and gave the said medications to the pretty girl, and he pretended to look busy and spoke to me no more!
Am I going mad, or did all this really happen to me? No wonder I’m looking pale!
I went into the Lidl store and came out with a fresh ready-made dinner, nibble-box top-ups, crispy onions, tomatoes and a bag of very costly, but classy Swedish, or was it Switzerland made nougat. Which, of course, I will limit myself to eating just one cube a day, and not overdo it, cause it has a lot of sugar in it. Ahem!
This Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by, and I am sure he did not even know or was bothered about how close he came to hitting the lady stood in front of me. Git!
Now a little concerned by my pale appearance and the uncomfortable medical experiences, I caught a bus back to Sherwood, to get the L9, up the hill to the apartments.
The timing looked good. Dropped off in Sherwood and crossed over the road and met resident Roy doing some window shopping.
We tried to have a natter, but both of having low voices and suffering hearing loss, it was a bit ridiculous.
The bus arrived on time and soon had us back at the apartments.
I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
With them medics seeing me early and rushing me through, this meant I could catch the last few minutes of the Winwood Social Hour. But, most had left by then. Had a natter with BJ outside the hut, and went in. Jenny was in good form, telling me off for me not telling the doctor people I could not attend Thursday meetings. I did mean to, but the confusion over so many things, appointments, treatments, and ailments is my excuse for not doing it. Hehe!
I think maybe I still looked a bit pale, cause Frank and Shirl asked if I was okay, and they don’t usually. I said mt farewells to Cyndy, no, she’d already left, Mo and Shirl, not many other folks in there, and departed back to the flat.
As I hobbled along back to the apartment, I took these two pictures. The top one of Winchester Court with Winwood Court on the left in the image.
Then, on the left, a shot of Winwood and Woodthorpe on the far left.
Met no one on the way up to the number 72. Got in the flat and the first thing that I did was to take a Furesomide, with the other medications. Put the bits away that I’d bought, and got on the computer to update this dairy before the memory faded.
Ten minutes or so into starting the updating, oh boy, did the wee-weeing start! And they were of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees), And they came and came for hours and hours. Just one Furesomide tablet has caused me such discomfort it’s unbelievable!
Little Inchies fungal lesion is now bleeding!
I am now, so irritable with the day, myself, and everything!
Even made a right mess of cooking the Cumberland pie, I dropped it and made a right mess! Substituted it with the Dirty Fries and a pie slice.
Got it prepared eventually. Ate it in misery, having to break off for more wee-wees. Already I’ve had to empty the Emergency Grey Bin!
Even the bloody legs had gone white in support of the face. Now the stomach has started aching, I don’t believe this! I’m fed up! Sorry about that, a little self-pity-sorry-for-myselfness sneaked in there. Tsk!
Got the nosh sorted. This was a little hot for my liking, but I still enjoyed it mix. Dirty Chips with various cheeses. I added some tomatoes, roar dried onions and a meat slice with some American BBQ poured on the pastry.
A taste-Rating of 7.9/10 for this meal.
I got settled in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, with some biscuits and sweeties in case I woke up and wanted a nibble later on.
I recall wondering if I should bother trying to watch some TV… And off into the land of Nod, I drifted.
Not waking for a wee-wee or any other reason for a solid seven-hours! Yet I still woke up feeling tired.
Portuguese: Quarta 13 de Fevereiro de 2019
01:45hrs: After last evenings phone call from the nice sounding lady at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic (A mouthful that!), I could not get to sleep again. Hence, I woke an hour or two later than usual. Remembering that I have a Morrison order arriving twixt 0700:08:00hrs (Well, having noticed the sign I had left on the TV screen to remind me. Hehe!), I extracted my overburdened with a massive flobby-stomached body from the second-hand, Circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. A little stronger and longer variety LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), this morning.
I felt as if I had had no sleep at all.
Yet, I perked up a bit when I stubbed my toe on the way to the Porcelain Throne, which made me investigate the tootsie and ankle. Thus, I found that the new welt or whatever it is deemed to be was healing up well. Just in time for me to show it to the doctor in the morning. Huh!
The evacuation was not a messy one at all this time. Mind you, I left a reasonably pungent and odiferous scent behind.
To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
I had to use the Emergency Grey Bucket cause I thought that the need was going to be urgent. But it wasn’t. It was another LSPDOWW, and this was stung a bit more and took longer to get rid of less fluid. Confused-Mode-Adopted.
I disinfected the bin and washed the dandies, and got back on with the Health Checks.
BP was still in the high area on the graph. I’d even bet a pound to a penny that when the doctor takes in the morning, it will be down and looking normal. My being a hapless, ill-fated, blighted, unsuccessful, unlucky old wretch, must have its benefits. But I yet to find any.
Other ‘normal ‘people’ just can’t understand or believe me when I tell them! Oy Vey!
I took a shot of the morning lights. The photo did not come out very well?
I got on the computer and updated the Tuesday diary.
I turned on the television on the CCTV camera channel so I could see when the Morrison van arrived with the fodder (which I don’t really need, other than the Marmite foods) What a plonka!
I stopped doing the blog and got the ablutions done. After which, I got dressed then I got the post finalised and sent off to WordPress. I checked the Emails next. Morrison had informed me that they were substituting their own label bleach with Domestos. So, instead of £1.50, I had to pay £3 for the damned stuff! I was not a happy chappy!
The delivery man arrived. He kept quiet about the substitutions, where they usually tell me and ask if I want to return the substituted goods. But he was running late, so I forgave him.
Well, it is the 13th of the month!
I got the stuff put away, and decided to make some cooked meat (Oh yes, I have the smoked belly I bought yesterday I can use) and tomato sarnies, with the seasoned sliced potatoes for nosh later. How about that? Me making a decision! It’s so early in the day, as well. Hehe!
Off for another LSPDOWW; as the wee-wees were going this morning, this one was far less painful but much longer and weaker. I could write a book about wee-weeing when on Furesomide. Hahaha!
Off of the computer, and got the black bags to the waste chute, then made up a white bag of recyclables to drop off on the way out.
I took the bags and got into the elevator. Two floors down and I realised I had not put the hearing aids in. Klutz! Had to go to the ground floor and back up again. Much to the amusement of the chap who got into the lift. Hehe!
Out into the chilly, blustery breeze along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Holding cells, Winwood Heights, Untersturmführeress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A good few folks were in there this morning, which please me, cause it meant I could get a few chinwags in. Lynne, Doreen, Roy, Pete, and others. However, Gruppenführeress and Songstress Deana departed as I entered. But Obersturmführeress Ballerina Julie was in the office, having she replied to my inquiry of how she was today, that her loss of voice was improving. As was Penny’s also. So, good news there.
Out to catch the bus, a decent sized ganglet of residents at the stop today, for a Wednesday.
I sat next to Mary and had gossip, but only a little one, as I got off a few stops later, on Mapperley top, and hobbled in the much more fierce and cold winds up there, to the Aldi store to get some part-baked sourdough baguettes.
I purchased, corn flakes, mini-eggs, a ready-made meal called Loaded-Fries. Also, German cooked meat, tomatoes and some wafers to top up the Social Hour Nibblebox. And of course, some sourdough baguettes.
A few hundred yards along the top, I passed the vacant car sales property. I saw that the windows, previously boarded up, were now cleared. After looking at some stuff inside and taking this photograph of it, I found myself confused as to what the place might be going to be used for. Whatever the animal statue is of, I wasn’t sure. It looked like a bronze pig to me. Any guess what the building might be going to be used for at all, dear readers?
I thought I’d be glad to turn right down Mapperley Rise when I got there. I was wrong! Fancy that! Hahaha!
The cold, blustery winds were blowing up the hill into my face. Brrr! I thought I was going to get blown back up the incline.
When I got to the turnoff for Chestnut Walk and the flats, the sky seemed to brighten up a lot, and the howling winds changed to just a chilly breeze.
British weather, eh?
As I walked further down the hill to Winwood Heights and home, I stopped to take a picture of the Winchester Court block.
It still tickles me when I look at the lettering on the new sign on the side of the block, reading as ‘WI HESTER COU’, Hehehe! Craftmanship that! And the building is looking all new and spit and polished as well.
The need for a wee-wee suddenly became severe! Oh, dear! I was in a blur as I hastened as fast as my fluid-filled legs, bad ankle and wobbly overhanging belly would let me, to the flat and a wee-wee! Ah!
After the wee-wee, I put the food away and got on with updating this post. In between a good few weak-wee-wees, that goes without my saying really. Tsk!
Did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications. Got the oven warming, for the potatoes later on.
Back to the updating of this post.
Worn-out and tired now. Poor old sausage.
I got the nosh prepared and served up. Sliced potatoes, chicken sausages, tomato sarnies. Apple, Marmite cheese, and biscuits!
I felt so tired but ate most of the food. Taste Rating of 9/10 granted. Hehe!
Last Health Checks and meds were done and sorted.
I thought I’d take a snap of outside below the kitchen window.
Off ccourse, with the old windows, one only had to turn the farm and clean gently forward to take pictures of this area. With these unwanted light and view-blocking new window layout, the procedure is:
Had a rinse and did the teggies.
The papsules on the ankle seemed to be getting better quickly, now. As I said earlier, just in time for me to see the doctor in the morning. Humph!
I settled to watch some TV. I even managed to stay awake for half-an-hour of Boon!
Portuguese: Terça-Feira 12 de Fevereiro de 2019
23:20hrs: I was up and out of the dangerously clunking when in motion £300 second-hand recliner and having a wee-wee; all within two minutes or so of waking! And with no pain or injuries as well! I impressed myself.
The wee-wee was of the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) variety. It took longer to perform though, cause not knowing if the pathetically weak dripping had finished or not, it needed many pre-checks, and that is not easy when things are hidden by a massive, even more-bloated than usual overhanging kishka that blots out your view, I can tell yer! And, I could sense things splanchnic-wise, were brewing up for a probable surprise for me later. Tsk!
I got the kettle on, and just as the last two mornings, had to divert to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duty. The evacuation went like this: Push, phwert, splatter, splash and all done! I must have broken my own speed-record with this sloppy, messy job!
But, the Little Inchy fungal lesion had been bleeding badly overnight again, that need the most attention, cleaning and medicating. A few silent Arghs, Winches and Naughty words later, I’d completed the medicationalisationing. Hehe!
Back to the kitchen, this time spotting the moon outside, that made the view pretty to me. So, I got the old Sony camera (the new Lumix is now getting grey spots on every photo I try to take, Grumph!), and made this photograph.
I can maybe use this one as a background for future morning thoughts odes.
I made a start on the Health Checks.
The BP seemed to be keeping high lately.
But, the pulse has steadied down a smidge at last.
When I came to taking the medications, it became apparent that I had missed taking last night’s dosages. Schlemiel! So I just took the Warfarin and Simvastatin, and I will take the morning med’s later, to avoid repetition of the same tablets.
After I had got the computer on and started to update the Monday post, I found myself singing under my breath to myself. So confusing this, especially when one cannot think of any reason why this cheerfulness should suddenly appear? Haha!
I took me around four hours to get the diary finished, with so many photographs to sort out.
I made another brew of tea and took the morning medications.
I put some of the photographs on Pinterest. Perused the WP reader. Then went on Facebooking, a mammoth task as I had not been keeping things up to date on it. All things being interrupted occasionally by SWDWWs.
Getting late on now, I’ll get some breakfast methinks.
The damaged old pins (legs) felt a touch sore as I investigated them. One with more fluid than the other again. The new welts, papsules, growths whatever they are, seemed to be a lot less inflamed. The reddening remained bright.
Bin bags made up and readied things to go out. Got the ablutions tended to.
Unfortunately for me, I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen sink while I had the shower! Luckily for me, I had had the shave first, before the water ran cold. What a Nebekh I am!
Took a snap of Willmott Dixon’s Perambulator Paulius as I passed by.
Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Interrogation cell, rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where, I listened to some good innuendos, threats, poo-pooing and laughter in the ensuing chinwags. Penny (Her throat still sore and voice creaking, bless her), Deana, Doreen, Cyndy, Brenda, Roy, and others all seemed in good form this Tuesday morn.
Out to catch the L9 bus to Daybrook and the Sainsbury store in search of the Marmite biscuits. I chatted with Caroline from the care home at the end of Chestnut Walk on the way. She told me of her holiday she’d just got back from.
Dropped off of the bus right outside the Sainsbury store, and had a good wander around. I inquired of a bloke if they had any of the Marmite biscuits on sale. After he kindly had a look around without finding any on the shelves, he said, no. I got to the self-serve tills with, Lemon Drizzle biscuits, scratchings for the nibble box, Viennese whirls, and a Warburton’s sliced milk roll loaf.
Then a little hobble into Arnold.
Where I called at the Chamber’s Butchers to check-out if they had any of their home-cooked smoked sliced belly slices. Which they did, and looked nice and fresh. So I bought a few slices. Not cheap, but excellent flavour!
Got into the Asda store and had a good wander around in search of bargains.
I ended up buying some of the seasoned sliced potatoes, a leek, a carrot, parsnip and the most expensive tray of diced lamb I’ve ever bought in my life. £4, I say, £4! For just a little bit of lamb bits! But it did look so good. I decided to make a lamb stew for today’s nosh. Hence, the vegetables purchased. Self-indulgence can be very warming to the soul, but annoying to the bank manager! (I might use this on the thought of the day graphicalisation for tomorrow?) Hehe!
I made my way up to the bus stop shelter, and a chap from Winchester Court arrived. We had a natter, he’d just been to Asda as well.
The bus arrived and we on our way home.
As we passed by one of the Nottingham City Hospital’s car parks, I tried to take a shot of it through the bus window, to show how big and full it was. But I was too low down to show it how it was.
As the bus was waiting to get over the Ring Road island and I took this picture of the traffic, I felt that dreaded warm-wet sensation from Little inchies fungal lesion area. Oh dearie me! So glad I wear the protection pants at times like this! The brain wasn’t concentrating one much apart from getting back and sorting things out, now.
But I did manage to take this busy photograph of the Willmott Dixon men on Chestnut Walk when I got of off the bus and rushed with all manageable haste, and risking life and limb back to the apartment.
I feel sure I chatted with Doreen on the way back, leaving her to take a rest in the lobby, bless her.
As I got inside, a wee-wee was needed as well. Oh, what a state I was in. Tsk! Blood all over the pants and legs… no, I won’t go into any other details. I’ll just mention that it was a messy and painful job wee-weeing, cleaning up and medicationalisationing things. Humph!
Got the Health Checks and medications sorted. Put the fodder away. Had another wee-wee and checked the emails in case the surgery had changed anything else appointment-wise.
I got the lamb stew prepared and on the boil then simmering. Plenty of fresh vegetables with it today. Turnip, parsnip, leeks, tomatoes, carrot and a small tin of marrowfat peas went into the pan with the lean lamb chunks. Seasoned with a drop of distilled vinegar, lamb and mint gravy granules and some tomato passata. A sprinkle of basil added as an afterthought.
I decided to simmer this for two hours on low heat. Of course, this meant the need for some plan of action to be formulated and actioned, on how not to fall asleep! I reckon all the ingredients must have cost me around £6, which is a lot for a bowl of stew.
I took this shot from the unwanted kitchen window. But I can’t understand what the bottom right things can be? Back to the plan…
I ended up setting the timer (Not that I can hear it), but I might see it if I left in near the recliner where I settled to watch two episodes of the A-team, while the stew cooked. Also, I wrote a reminder note in big letters and hung it over the computer screen. Then, managing not to nod off at all (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). On each commercial break, I checked on and stirred the gastronomic concoction in the saucepan. A rather cunning plan that worked and kept me awake, I might add! Super-Smug-Mode-Embraced, Hehehe!
The bowl of stew did not look very special or attractive. Not culinarily artistic. And the washing things up afterwards took an aeon!
However, every scrap of juice and content was devoured, along with the assistance of some milk roll bread. Lipsmackingly flavoursome it was too!
A Taste-Rating of 9.2/10!
I washed the bits and started to watch Boon on the box. But I fell asleep.
Later, I was woken by the flashing light on the landline. I struggled, groped and fought my way out of the £300 second-hand Circa 1968 recliner, an got to answer the phone in time. It was a lady from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. Being only half awake at the time, I’m not sure if I had to remember anything of the conversation. I know they were worried about my INR Warfarin level not being under control. I believe they questioned me about the medication taking time, my sleeping times and about the kidney pains. There was something about the doctor appointment, but the memory is confused about that part.
Took me hours to get back to sleep.
Samoan: Aso Gafua 11 Fepuari 2019
23:30hrs: After another broken nights sleep, I woke and needed a wee-wee.
As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along.
Well, it’s certainly prettier than it was on Sunday. Hehehe! Less swollen too. What it was, or is, remains one of the mysteries of my existence. It seems to be clearing up, so quickly as well? Also, I think the fluid-retention is going down as well. But, we’ll see how it goes.
The wee-wee, was for once the same as yesterday, of the VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Unhappily, Little Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding a fair bit.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and as I was about to put the milk in, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne, on which I found myself excogitating over, of all things, different types of blood and why does mine seem to change colour, well shade, so often? It always comes out the same deep red/maroon each week when the sample is taken for the INR Warfarin test. But when it escapes when I cut myself, or Haemorrhoid Harold or the Fungal Lesion haemorrhages, the colour seems different to me?
I did what I could to clean up Little Inchie and medicate things – Oh boy, it makes you wince, this job does!
I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and back to the kitchen to throw away the now gone-cold mug of tea and make another one. I’m a bit of a maleurous character, you know! Tsk! Still, I mustn’t make a foofaraw about it.
Got the Health Checks done, and made up last weeks record on Excel.
Crikey; had the pulse shot-up!
Last week, it had increased a fair lot, I had it up to 95 a few times, but today’s 103 broke the all-time record!
At least I know the metal and plastic Aorta valve replacement is working! Maybe too well for some reason. Why, though?
I got on with updating the terrible Sunday diary. Getting it finished after a lot of unwilling concentration was used up.
The aching kidney area pains kept starting off, sometimes for only a few seconds, others for ten minutes or so, and then clearing up. Another Inchcockian Mystery! I went on the WordPress reader and then began this blog.
Three hours or so later, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast.
Got the black bags and recycling made up ready to take out with me.
Got the ablutions sorted out. Readied the things and set out on my way in search of some Glengettie tea bags and Marmite biscuits.
The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning.
I poddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Guards/Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
The workers were busy at the Winchester Court end of the road too.
I took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along.
Lynne arrived as I got there, and had a little chinwag. It seems that a throat bug had hit our community. Gruppenfurheress Ballerina and Warden Julie had copped for a dose. Several tenants had lost their voices I was told.
I decided to walk down Winchester Street and catch a bus into town. Said my cheerios, and off I went. Not very far though, I’d forgot my card for the Audio clinic. Tsk! So, I hobbled back to the flat to collect it. I met Mary on her way to the hut, and we passed pleasantries.
I could not find the card in the flat! So, I’ll have another search later, so, no collecting the hearing aid batteries today, then.
I met Jenny on my way back to the hut. I might as well catch the L9 now. But Jenny, another victim of the Winwood Court bug, was croaking a bit with her throat infection, bless her. Had a chinwag or two with the other tenants as we waited for the bus. I did rather well with the crosswords en route. Funny how this can happen. I flicked through the unfinished puzzles, that I had been doing for months, and got a few answers in. Another day, I would get none solved? One’s frame of mind at the time, I suppose.
I got into town and alighted the bus with the other residents, and made my way to the Waitrose store to see if they had any Marmite biscuits on sale. On the way, I noted that the closed down Pound World shop was now occupied by Poundstretchers. This momentarily lifted my hopes of getting some Glengettie tea bags as I entered the place.
But, no! They didn’t have any in. But, they did have some stuff to tempt me to buy, which I did. Tut-tut! The ‘Wheels’ chocolate packets had a variety of flavours, and I got four packets of them, to use at the Social Hour, cause the clan seemed to love them last week. Some instant potato with onion, in pots too as well. I got two packets of shorties besides. I met Mary inside, and we poddled around together, nattering as we went. Mary will be moving soon, to some other flats in Sneinton, where the heating costs are around half of what they are at Winwood Heights. Can’t be helped that, the Nottingham Heating System does not reach as far as Sherwood. Shame, but there you are.
I left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street.
THe Nottinghamians did not seem to be in a happy state of mind at all today. Mind you, it is a Monday. Hehe!
I walked down to the end and onto Long Row. Having to avoid several of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists on the way.
The Slab Square had the Nottingham Eye up again. I think it was being tested before opening to the public.
But it was too early in the day for me to have a go on it, not opened yet. I stood at the side of the Council House steps and tried to take a panoramic shot across. But the resulting picture came out with a third of it as just black? So I had to trim it to get this dismal effort of a representation below.
I read that the population of Nottingham is estimated at 332,700. See here how they rush cheerfully along, smiling, happy and contented. Hehehe!
I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions.
Looks a bit sparse of the populace, doesn’t it?
I had a visit at this stage, from Dizzy Dennis. Luckily the cement lion was at hand to support myself with from going over. Phew! It didn’t last long, though.
I decided to head for home. I poddled up Queen Street and took some photographs of the Nottingham buses. So I can post it on the TFZ site for Sandie and the gals to have a look at.
Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.
I did note that a lot of people seemed to be wearing white shoes today? Just thought I’d mention it like.
I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.
No street sleepers at all? Ah, but that could be understandable for a Monday. Many of them will still be in bed at Mummy and Daddies, perhaps? Or in a taxi on their way to the pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!
One last City photograph was taken, of Little John’s bell tower above the Council House. A bit of a moody one as it turned out?
I caught the L9 bus back to the flats and even solved a few more crossword clues on the ride. Smug Mode Adopted!
Back at the flats, I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I gave Lynne a caramel flavoured box of the ‘Wheels’ to hand out, and we had a little chinwag.
As I left to go home, I met Penny also on her way home. She was still suffering from her throat infection bug, bravely, bless her. We parted, after a chinwag in the lift, and I got into the flat, feeling drained for some reason.
Got the Health Checks done and got the oven heating up.
I had an in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!
Got the Cumberland pie in the oven.
I had another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!
Added a part-baked baguette to the tray in the oven.
I had yet another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck! Depression Mode Adopted!
Got the last Health Checks done.
Served up the meal. Cumberland pie, beans with passata and BBQ flavouring and a baguette to soak up all the juices. Marvellous flavour.
A limoncello dessert to round it off.
A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this one.
I got the pots washed, had a wash and settled down earlier than usual for watching the TV. A bit of success today, I got through an entire episode of the A-Team without falling asleep! Oh, Yes!
But as for London’s Burning, Boon and Rumpole of Bailey, no chance! I’d nodded off as London’s Burning was starting and that was that! Hehehe!
Hungarian: 2019. február 10., vasárnap
23:10hrs: I woke and immediately recognised that I felt in good shape physically. No dizzies, shakes, or botherations from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Harry or the Pins (legs). Kidney-Zone-Zorba was the only ache or pain this morning. Amazed I was!
However; my mental cognitivity, psychologically and perhaps psychically, was a little contumacious. The thoughts were wayward and hard to organise or control, regulate, restrain or repress. Usually, after waking, the call to the Porcelain Throne would save me from such hassles, but today, the call came later than it usually would. Tsk!
Out of £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner. Minutes later I was saved the mental torment by a bout of Nonallergic Rhinitis (chronic sneezing), that took my mind off of my mind… if you see what I mean? The need for a wee-wee also helped.
I grabbed the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket: and what a pathetic urinalisation it was too! I spent about twenty-seconds waiting for it to start, then a couple of weak splashes, well, more like dribbles, and it was all over! But it still hurt! I had to give this mode of wee-wee a new acronym. HHPWW (Half-Hearted-Painful-Wee-wee). Hehe!
Off to the kitchen to chop and put the mushrooms in the crock-pot to marinate in water with some Balsamic vinegar added to them, for later.
Oh, a little tip for you all here. Always take the knife you are slicing your mushrooms with, out of your hand if your nose itches! You’re welcome! Tsk!
Then, I went to start the Health Checks. For some unknown-to-me reason, it seems that last night when I was half out of it and did the checks, I’d put the sphygmomanometer back in the wrong drawer? Hey-ho! I found it eventually.
Sys was very high this time. Oy Vey!
The late call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wetroom. All over in seconds and not so messy.
But the accompanying HHPWW, I had to wait several moments for its starting, then it was all over in two seconds! I don’t know if this sudden change in the wees-wees is good or bad?
Checked the pins and pictured them. A few more papsules and spider-veins and the knees looked a bit warped again. But I’m not complaining in the least. The fluid content had gone down very well. I’ve only just noticed, the left knee looked like part of a Dalek or a one-eyed alien from a film, comic or TV, but I can’t place which one. Hahaha!
The only thing that caught me out was when I pulled up the jammie-bottoms and an annoying stinging pain emanated from the right ankle. I carried on cleaning up and went to the front room to take a close look, with the foot on the Ottoman. A very light red sort of, what’s the word, erm… swelling had appeared just above the ankle, above the new blood papsule. Boy, it stung! But I put some Germolene on it, and as long as I don’t catch it, I can’t feel it. The mysteries continue! It’ll be fun when I have to put the sock back on!
Another very short HHPWW was taken. Then I got the clothes stored away that I had left in the bag in the hallway yesterday when I had my funny turn.
I made a brew and got on the computer, to update Saturday’s post. It turned out to be a long job, with my not doing any much, yesterday. Got it sent off.
Made a start on this blog, up to here, and the craving for a mug of strong flavoured tea and some brekkers tool a grip of me. I decided I enjoyed yesterdays Marmite breakfast so much, I’d have the same again today. And jolly-nice it was with the Glengettie cuppa, too!
I remembered that the Winwood Tenants Association meeting is today. I’ll go along, but don’t expect to hear enough to make any valid contributions.
Made up a Morrison order for next week. All done. I had ordered it for Wednesday of course. Cause of the doctor’s making appointments for me for the next two Thursdays, which ruins my chances of getting to Social hour. But it doesn’t bother me! Lie-Mode Engaged!
Got the ablutions done and readied myself for the hobble to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin shed, to the Tenants meeting. I did health checks and medication taking.
Hobbled along Chestnut Walk to the cabin, to find it well-filled with free food eating tenants.
I only knew three of the thirty or so that was in there.
Then I suffered a dizzy attack, and voices and my concentration got all jumbled.
The cacophony of voices meant hearing and understanding what was being said and identifying who was who was too complicated for me. I decided to stay a while and had a chat with Bill, and handed out some of the coconut chocolate wheels, then made my way out and back to the flat.
I took some photographs of how the flats and the new building was coming along as I walked back.
I got in the flat, feeling a little disappointed with how things went at the meet. Possibly and most likely because I was not entirely with-it, due to the ankle and Dizzy Dennis’s visit.
Then I did the health checks and medication taking.
I got a super nosh prepared, too much of it again. Tsk!
But enjoyed what I did eat of it.
Then I fell asleep for about two hours with the tray and accoutrements and uneaten fodder on it, and it was in the self-same position when I woke up in need of a wee-wee!
Regrettably, Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding badly and left me in a messy condition, that needed cleaning up, a change of clothes and medicationalisationing. Humph!
Afterwards, I thought I’d watch a Heartbeat DVD.
Croatia: Aso Toonaʻi 9 Fepuari 2019
00:15hrs After so many annoying urinational interruptions to my night’s sleep, requiring my extrication from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner and hobbling over to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket, then climbing back on to the rickety recliner and foolishly expecting to get some sleep for more than what seemed ten-minutes, I gave up. But I waffle again, Sorry! I don’t know if wee-weeing can make you tired, but I felt as if I had got no sleep in at all!
Not a good start to the day. Grumph!
Of course, as I was climbing up on my feet, the Emergency Grey Bucket was needed again. Flipping ‘eck! The thing was nearly full! The wee-wee was the same as those had been overnight: SUPWWs (Slow Unwilling Painful Weak Wee-wees) So Gawd knows how many visits I must have made to almost fill up the bucket? I took the container to the WC and emptied it, then to the kitchen to wash rinse and absterged the bin. As I was putting in the disinfectant, I needed to use it there and then, again! Things were not boding well for this Saturday at all! A Glum-Woebegone Mode was adopted! Well, it suited how I felt!
Washed up, and got the Health Checks done.
I checked on the BP chart from the web. It seems I’ve been in High Mode area (Red) for the last sixteen sphygmomanometer checks, and once in the Pre-High Blood Pressure (Yellow) bit for one reading only? The high pulse might be due to the water retention, or the Furesomide side effects, I suppose, but I won’t find out until I can get to see Doctor Vindla on Thursday. Who always finds my BP okay when she has taken it? Or hasn’t said owt if it was high or low, anyway.
But, hey-ho, I’m still here (I think). Physically almost intact, mentally damaged and in constant pain, maybe, but time will tell! Hahaha!
The wee-wees were getting more frequent but passing less and less. Do I take a Furesomide or not with my medications? My dilatoriness, dilly-dallying and procrastinational tendencies when making choices, opting for routes, buying something, etc., has got so much worse with age. Shame! I ended up taking half of a tablet. Tsk!
Off to the Porcelain Throne.Another messy evacuation, all over in seconds! Cleaning up began.
The pins (legs) had less fluid in them I reckon, but they still felt rock hard.
A couple of new blood papsules had appeared, and a set of spider veins had disappeared.
I got on with updating the Friday blog. Then on the WordPress reader. In between wee-wees you understand.
I went out onto the unwanted new balcony to take some pictures of the morning outside.
I was going to take a shot to the left, but the howling winds were too strong for me to open the finger-trapping spring-clip on the window safely. The top photo is down to the right, and the bottom one, I leaned out and took a photograph upwards of the corner of the Woodthorpe Court flats.
I didn’t photograph the top, cause I thought the barbed-wire, escape alarm klaxon, machine gun nest and searchlights might give you the wrong impression. Hehehe! Ah, the humour returns?
I got the mushrooms and chopped parsnips prepped and in the slow-cooker. Then I started this blog off.
The wee-wees began to get slowly less often from here on in, but still a little painful even if short. I changed to finalising the Saturday post.
I made up some black bags, then took them to the waste-chute. Returned and gathered the laundry bag and nipped down with it, to see if a machine would be free. And one was, so I got the clothes in it and started it going. As I left the room to go out and take some photographs of outside, the lovely Jenny passed by on her way to the Saturday Coffee morning that she runs every week. We exchanged greetings.
The wind coming in through the outer foyer was actually so strong, it stopped the auto door from opening! I had to heave against it to get out. Hehe!
All the same, the sky looked so lovely and bright, fresh!
I took the bags out to the caretaker’s door, on coming back in, there was pieces of cement or concrete that had been blown in, a testament to how strong the winds were this morning.
I had a seat and perused one of the books someone had left on the table, ‘Learn Spanish – lesson eleven’. The machine finished, and I swapped the gear into the dryer and started it going.
Back up to the apartment, and nodded off in the chair. Luckily not for too long.
Woke up and went down, a little confused. The bright sunshine had departed, the wind still raged, and some tiny bits of cement or concrete we being blown into and around me? No idea where from of course, but they were too small to be of any hassle or harm.
I checked the drying washing, that was not ready yet, and the sun began to come out as I did so.
Some residents were spotted, only a few, on their way out. A ‘Good morning’ from me got dirty looks and a sneer of contempt, so I shut up.
I waited a while and tested the washing for dampness, and they were ready. So, I emptied the drum, cleaned the filter and casing, hitting my elbow against the corner of the sink unit at the same time, then got the clothes folded and in the bag.
Back up in the lift, into the flat, and I noticed how amazing the view was from the unwanted new windows in the kitchen. I tried to take a panoramic photograph, but this below was all I could manage. Amazing colours, I thought. Well, hue?
I had a breakfast with a difference for myself.
Marmite biscuits and cheese, with a gloriously tasty mug of the Glengettie Gold tea. Well, it was different! Haha!
The weariness and fatigue fell, so early in the day too!
I was incapable of doing anything constructive. At least no visits came from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun. Just utter exhaustion and weakness.
I spent hours and hours just sat there in the second-hand recliner. I had a DVD on, but might as not have bothered, the brain was not registering much at all. But, I did manage to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
I came round a bit, much later, and got something to eat, although it’s a good job I took a photo to remind myself, but cannot recall making it. Yet everything looked cared-for and laid out properly how I like for it to be? I didn’t fins any scraps in the bin, so I assume I ate it all.
I’ll be glad to get to see the Doctor this Thursday about these horrible blanks and bouts of weariness.
I expect as usual she’ll listen, tell me I’m getting on and say “Anything else?” Hehe!
23:52hrs. I woke up, the mind racing, battling incoming thoughts, ideas, and fears. Full of inconsequentialities, unconstructiveness, negativities, and dubiousness. All unhelpful, and ridden with habitual scepticism and lack of logicality or certainty! Eventually, the brain settled back into its accepting-mode of nebulosity and ambiguousness, and I released my overly-puppy-fatted bellied body from the £300 second-hand recliner.
The pins were solid as rocks, but less filled with fluid I think than yesterday morning. I’d have taken a photo, but haven’t found the camera yet!
Then it flooded back to me, the horrible afternoon I’d had yesterday. Memories were few and far between, from when I left the Social Hour hut. Thankfully I had taken some photographs to use for updating the Thursday post that tweaked the brain-box a little. Oh dear! Memory blanks, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis all had a good go at me I reckon!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. An even messier affair than the last one. Still, I found myself gently singing songs to myself as I cleaned things and myself up. Going potty has its benefits sometimes. Hehehe!
Got the Health Checks done, took the medications (Unsure of whether I should take a Furesomide tablet or not. I made a brew of tea.
BP is still a bit high. Hey-ho!
Computer turned on. I’d received an email from the surgery. After all the fuss and hassle of sorting out the four appointments for me, the Shingle injection has been rearranged again. For Thursday 14th, at the same time as the Winwood Social Hour again! My luck is getting thinner on the ground lately, and the new ailments, etc. (Legs, foot, Kidneys, and Back-pain-Brenda, combined with memory blanks and dizzies are getting to me. A chance of Self-Pity-Mode adoption now Hehe!).
Got on with updating the Thursday blog. Then went on WP reader.
No wee-weeing, other than the initial. Should I be glad or sad? Tsk! At least, there has been no dizzies yet, and that’s a blessing!
Spent some time creating this post, and a couple of close wee-wee’s were needed.
I got the ablutions sorted out, no shower this early of course. But the Morrison order should be arriving in an hour (twixt 06:00>07:00hrs), so I pressed on with the scrubbing up.
The dull kidney pains started as I got in the wet room, but eased off twenty-minutes later, then came on and off at will for the rest of the day! Tsk!
Where the second Porcelain Throne session was activated. A lot less messy this one, almost a pleasure. Haha!
Got sorted and dressed, gathered the washing bag for the laundry later.
Went on Facebooking while I waited for the Morrison food to arrive.
I couldn’t face any breakfast today. I think the kidney aches are putting me off, perhaps?
Ashley arrived with the Morrison fodder for me.
I got it stored away. I now have an almost full freezer, fridge and several storage cupboards. Hehehe! They sent a freebie bottle of cordial, Melon, strawberry and something else. I can pass this on in the shed for someone. The milk bread was not so soft today as usual. Grumph!
I went on YouTube while awaiting the one-off delivery from Ocado.
I’ve ordered some Marmite foods that Morrison do not sell from them. And, some Glengettie teabags. Two boxes of the normal Gengettie which is undoubtedly my favourite one of them all. And a box of Glengettie Special Gold teabags to try out! (Others that I am fond of), Strong Assam, Yorkshire and strong English Breakfast teabags, I have in abundance!
When the delivery arrived, I sorted it out.
I now have, Marmite flavoured biscuits, Crisps, Cheese, and Rice cakes stored away, along with the Genghettie tea bags and other stuff.
Some very nice looking turnips, and Chinese leaves. However, both are high in Vitamin K, and there is too much for me to eat while they are fresh. So, I took the leaves and two of the turnips with some food bags with me to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed, Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room. Breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Shoplifting training room. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed. If any of the gals are in, they can have a good half of the Chinese leaves and two turnips if they like them. Which will do me a favour, cause it will stop me overeating, cause they are high in vitamin K as well? But Nurse Nichole ♥♥♥ tells me I may eat just a small amount.
I set off down and to the shed, where Obersturmbannführeress Warden and Ballerina Julie was working away. She took the cordial, Chinese leaves and turnips, I’m glad to say.
She mentioned that yesterday at the Social Hour: I was spotted falling asleep! I am blown if I can remember doing so. But it is believable with how I felt at the time. Oy Vey! I hope that doesn’t start again, the dropping off at any time, anywhere. Oh, dearie me!
I left and returned to my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with the kidney area becoming painful again. But this did not stop me seeing the funny side of the sign on the fenced-off walkway, with the thirty-foot drop on the right as I hobbled by it. Hehehe! I took these photographs and doctored them when I got home later, with Lovers’ Leap wording added to them. Hahaha! I must be feeling a bit better if the humour is returning! As usual, I anticipate regretting having said that!
As I crossed over to get to the flats, I snapped the bottom part of the building. I think that the new doorway being built on the right, will become part of the passageway through to the being built Winwood Court, and the Oberstleutnantess Wardens Holding cells, offices and possibly the bouncy castle on the roof? Haha!, I said I must be feeling better, I might be, right?
I met Malcolm in the foyer and passed acknowledgements with him.
As I got in the lift, suddenly I didn’t feel any better, though. Hell of a visit from Dizzy Dennis made sure of that. I got out of the elevator and had to stand to lean against the wall for a while, before carrying on to the apartment. The drilling and dust continue from the workers doing sprinkler-prepping work. Seem and sound decent enough chaps to me.
I checked, but both of the washing machines were in use. Ah, well!
I got in the kettle on the boil.
I perched myself up two steps of the ladder so I could get beyond the ridiculously wide new unwanted window ledge, to take this photograph of below.
I think that might have been neighbour Malcolm in the white car escaping. I know he bought a new white one recently? Haha! He might be off to pick up his grandkids, I reckon. Or go to the bookies. Or to threaten his Bank Manager. Haha! Of course, it might not even be Malc at all!
Then, I can report that I had a four-minute brewed, first ever mug of the ludicrously pricey Ocado Glengettie Gold tea!
Chuffing hell, it was good!
This Gold variety is a blend of Assam and South African black. It has a flowery tang with it; Jolly tasty, but worth the extra cash to me.
The 100% Assam Glengettie is costly enough and not so sweet tasting, so I’ll stick with that one as my favourite still. The next best is the Special Morrison Assam. Then the Gold Glengettie.
All three of them put the weak, watery, bland, tasteless but called Strong Twinings Assam to shame.
Sound a bit like an addicted expert tea sommelier, don’t I? Hehehe!
I think I’ll do some sandwiches for the meal today. With perhaps some pickled gherkins, Chinese leaves, tomatoes and a knob of Marmite cheese maybe?
I’ll see how I feel later. The old appetite has lessened lately. Might be due to the kidney problem?
I made a mug of Morrison Special Assam and nipped to the wet room while the kettle was boiling up, just to check that I had not left any lights or taps running. That little walk was hampered by the legs hurting again, not the left heel of the foot though? I had a look at the pins.
The impression of a face that was above the knee yesterday had changed. But what into, I could not decipher. Ah, is it like a Skoda car badge?
But the legs had certainly got even harder and more fluid in them compared to earlier this morning.
So, back to the kitchen made a brew of Yorkshire tea and swallowed a Furesomide belatedly, with the lunchtime medications and did the Health Checks. BP was still very high.
I spent about an hour updating this blog further, then it started: the wee-weeing! The first one being an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), all following ones were of the LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) and frequent, mode. I’m getting fed up with this! Hahaha!
Got the cold nosh prepared after another three hours on the computer, that has CorelDraw playing up now! Grumph!
As I got the simple meal served up, the bloody weariness and drained sensation returned again, suddenly so tired and weak.
I think that with no one seeming to think these periods are worth doing anything about, is more annoying than the periods themselves. Whoops, a drop of self-pity slipped in there, sorry.
I couldn’t eat anywhere near all of the nosh, Again! Yet it was tasty enough? I expect to get told off for eating white bread and my weight again soon. Sorry, Sister Jane. Hehe!
I got settled down very early again, in the £300 second-hand 1968 rusty, rickety recliner with some spring water, jelly babies and got the TV on.
The legs felt like I had worms inside wriggling about, but the redness was getting far less.
The fatter fluid container on the left was now filed more than the one on the right, another reversal from the layout this morning. Hehehe!
As for watching TV: the A-team, Boon and Pie in the Sky… no chance! I nodded off at the first set of commercials during the A-Team!
Waking up hours later, in need of the Emergency Grey Bucket. So often it is hard to recall how many times it was utilised. Any more bits of sleep I got in, seemed to be in ten-minute segments between wee-wees!
Fed-Upski, now! Haha!
Finnish: Torstai 7. Helmikuuta 2019
23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it.
The urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I manipulated my grossly stomached body from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner, and off to the WC. Amazingly, I had little bother getting free of the chair, standing up or hobbling to the wet room at all!
Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.
Got the porcelain cleaned up and disinfected, washed the dandies, felt sorry-for-myself and went to get the Health Checks done. As like yesterday, I was getting the accoutrements gathered, and had to have a wee-wee again. Today, they seem to be of the SSNSWW (Short-Sharp-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), variety, up to now, anyway.
Back to the kitchen again.
At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe!
Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!
Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation.
Checked out the pins (legs). They seemed to have far less fluid in them this morning. Still misshaped and rock hard though. And now, the left leg is bigger than the right one – opposite to yesterday. Confusing, innit?
I can see an unhappy face just above the Arthur Itis affected left knee in this photo, it even seems to have a moustashe! Can you? Hehehe!
I started to update and finalise the unhappy Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off and went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the comments.
I caught up with Facebooking, which took a long time, a really long time with all the photos I’d missed putting on the albums. Klutz!
I gorrit done, eventually, Phew! Now I’ll get some brekkers! Had some porridge.
Got the ablutions done, and sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour and got them in the bag.
The pins and ankle were starting to kick off again. Ah, well!
The drizzle looked threatening, but not to me, I was only going to the Social Hut today. Cause I didn’t feel all that good. Poor old thing, Hehe!
Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Walk.
Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.
I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like China crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. A good crowd today, but I with my feeling under the weather and the damned legs giving grief I was struggling. Then Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock more pain’ brigade.
I feel sure I enjoyed most of the meeting, but memories are not specific. Jenny I recall was on good form, bless her. I think I left early, cause I found photographs that triggered memories in the morning.
I got in and did two Health Checks straight away, and took the medications early, cause my EQ told me I was about to fade alertness-wise and this means memory blanks. Feeling-sorry-for-myself-Mode-Engaged. Tsk!
I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware.
I know this cause I found this photo on the SD card in the morning.
The wee-weeing seems to have stopped altogether, don’t know if that is good or bad, cause the legs are filled up and hard, still?
I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.
I fell asleep at a ridiculous time and just kept on waking up, the TV on, nodding off, waking up, nodding off, waking… well, you get the idea.
I must get all this written down, to tell the Doctor about things.