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Monday 10th July 2017
Luxembourgish: Méindeg 10. Juli 2017
All the ailments all seemed to overtaken by Trotsky Terence, Cracking headache from when I had the Accifauxpa yesterday, the bleeding toe and Arthur Itis this morning. The feet and toe the worst.
0455hrs: Trotsky Terrence forced me to get up, although for once, I didn’t feel like doing so. But, needs must, and the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised quickly. Not as bad as I expected it might be, though. Much pain from the toe and feet, but; Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Haemorrhoid Harry and Duodenal Donald were all being so kind to me.
Rinsed up, kettle on and back to the recliner. Where I found some crisp (mystery) crumbs at the foot of the recliner and on the cover?
I could not remember eating any!
I investigated further and found not one, but two empty Marmite flavour crisp packets in the small bin nearby. Oh, and two mint chocolate bar wrappers. So guilty of secretly nibbling sessions now? What next? Hehe!
Took the medications. Did the Health Checks for today, and made up last week’s record for the surgery on Thursday… no, not Thursday, it’s Wednesday this time. Anyway, they looked okay to me: Sys 160, Dia 79, Pulse 92 (A bit high?) Temp 35.4 & Weight 14.84 up a bit.
Had a wee-wee.
Got the mobile bill in the bag to take to see either of the Obergruppenfurheresses to see if they can phone the company for me again as Obergerfeiteress Julie did a month ago, but the contract was not cancelled, apparently or else another bill would not have arrived. Hopefully, they can get it sorted and right this time. Don’t like bothering them really.
Got the computer going and updated the Sunday post.
Had a wee-wee.
As I cleaned and put the hearing aids in, I heard some dogs barking, so had a peep out of the kitchen window, in case it was those funny dogs from Saturday. Could not see any dogs at all?
Noticed the nice parking from the car on the left here. Forcing anyone in a wheelchair or mother with prams or pushchairs onto the soft grass or roadway to get by. Tsk!
Did some Emails, WordPressing and checked the calendar.
Had a wee-wee.
Stripped off, ready for going under the shower later, got the teggies done, a gulp of the Reflux Roger medicine and the foam on my wet chin for the shave… then remembered I’d broken the mirror yesterday. So, out to the kitchen to get what was the wet room mirror that I had moved to the kitchen, and took it back to the wet room. I think? Haha!
That done, I had a good scrub up and rinsed my glistening ripplingly muscled torso… oh, alright! My fat wobbly body, was dried off, medicated the appendages requiring the same.
Got the clothing on, not that I could ever be called soigné, but I did not look as rough as usual… I thought.
Got the bags and set out to visit the new temporary Community Shed in search of assistance with the telephone inquiring from someone. No one was there. Well, they are so occupied with all the changes taking place, bless them. There were a woman and bloke sat there in the main room, Nottingham City Homes people I assumed. I asked if they would kindly inform one of the wardens of my problem and the man suggested I leave the letter to be handed to one of the ladies so that they and I would not forget about it. I left the envelope with them. Put some nibbles in their fridge for them and departed. By the time I’d got to the end of the road, the feet and toe were really stinging.
Took this photographicalisation on the corner of Chestnut Walk and Winchester Street hill that leads down to Sherwood.
The greenery always seems to cheer me up for some reason or other.
Plodded painfully down onto Mansfield Road and left towards Carrington.
Spotted the blackberries coming along nicely on the hedge bushes on the side of the road.
I recalled as a lad, a few years ago like (Ahem!) I was with some mates in (Ironmongers) Farmer George’s field over theTrent in Wilford. Not being a countryfied lad, I saw some blackberries just this colour growing. I thought I’d discovered a new type of berry… stuffed myself with them, think I actually liked the bitter favour at the time… ended up in the hospital and got a good beating from Dad for trespassing. Just a memory shared. Hehe!
Up through Sherwood and over the apex and down into Carrington.
A nasty Nottingham Pavement Cyclist very nearly hit me as I passed by this bus shelter n the distance, near the library.
I could not hear him coming, and he was so close and fast it made me jump a bit. Humph!
On the way down the hill, as I passed St John’s Church and Church Drive there were the Private Clinic premises, where the do cosmetic stuff for the rich and well off.
I observed this smoker’s created ash-tray dug out of the decaying concrete in the small front brick wall. Nottingham Street Art, cannot be held back! Haha!
Called into the Chemist as per the young ladies instructions last Thursday, to collect my monthly supply of prescriptions.
Here is what took place:
Me: “Morning, I’ve come to collect the drugs.”
Young Lady: “I’ll have a look”.
She checked on the computer and spoke with the Pharmacist. Who looked right at me and raised his eyebrows as if to say a massive TSK! Followed by a sneer of contempt?
Young Lady returns to the counter: “It will not be ready until obslug bonk day” The hearing aid battery came out as she was speaking. I refitted the battery.
Me: “When I came in last Thursday, you told me it would all be here for today?”
Young Lady: “No, no, n
o… (She was struggling now, I could sense it) I couldn’t have! You must have misheard me, Sir.”
Me: “I remember writing the day down on the inside of my crossword book cover!”
With this, I produced the Crossword book, opened it and showed it to her
Young Lady: “Ah, I might have got it wrong then. Change the date now, so you don’t forget again.”
Me: “I didn’t forget did I?”
Young Lady: Looking a bit embarrassed now “No, sorry!”
That was what I wanted to hear. I was tempted to tell the girl how much bother I have had to go through to get here, but the nasty Pharmacist was giving us both more sneers and looks of disdain.
Me: “Ah well, don’t fret, see you later.” Gave her a Walnut Whirl and left.
Young Lady: “Thank you, goodbye!”
Limped (literally now) to the Lidl store and spent more money on what I could have done without.
Orange juice, ketchup, BBQ sauce, nibbles for the Social, Nurses, Clinic and the Obergruppenfureresses.
Oh, and some Lemon Fool Dessert pots.
Out into the sunshine and blow me down with a feather duster.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist almost hit me as I wobbled to the bus stop to catch one back into Sherwood, 
the feet and toe were too dangerously stinging for any voluntary walking by now.
I think the varmint cyclist was cruising around looking for some nefarious money making activity opportunities. His head and eyes seemed to be darting everywhere, window, door, person? Cause a few minutes later he was around again?
He could have been looking for his mother, of course, to buy him an ice-cream.
Struggling with the heavy bags and decrepit feet and toe now? Huh! Caught a 58 bus into Sherwood and checked the time. If I was to go to Wilko now to get a shaving mirror, I might miss the L9 bus… a quandary, what should I do… decision time… er, erm… No, I can’t cope with walking up the hill with the two heavy bags – So I shuffled up the hill to the bus stop.
Fellow tenant from the 9th floor, Welsh Bill arrived and we had a jolly good natter. He was telling me that the hospital decided after a year, his pain and agony was due to a trapped nerve after his last foot operation. They put him back on the Morphine spray until next week when they will operate again. He was a different person as if he had been freed. His infectious laugh that we have all missed was back too! So glad to hear this, great news.
When the bus arrived, he carried one of the bags for me all the way back into the lift, bless his cotton socks.
As he left the elevator, he joked: “I can see you’re now limping on both feet, we can’t have that you’ll topple over. A laugh between us, and he offered to loan me his walking stick. I didn’t tell I had a collapsable one in the bag, but wondered why I had not got it out and used it? Clot I am! But wasn’t it kind of him to offer?
The walk to the chemist was no longer than the one to the doctors, but took my 55 minutes, where it usually takes around 45.
Got in and tended to Trotsky Terence’s demands, and an elongated wee-wee.
Put the food away and did a Morrison order, then got on to updating this diary. Took a long time, as Dizzy Dennis kept interrupting me.
To the Porcelain Throne and then got on Facebooking at last.
Got the food prepared and served up.
Note the space in the middle of the plate, left for the final ingredient of the meal to by placed into it?
The was for the pod peas that I’d put in the crock-pot and forgot to turn on, thus, space is just that, space. Tsk!
The Chinese mushrooms were lovely.
Got settled to watch some TV… Zzzz!
0500hrs: The Strange Awakening.
Took the morning medications and made up the pots for next weeks doses. Needless to say, I was happy I still had some of the Morrison Acute Diarrhoea Derek tablets and took one with the other medications.
Made a mug of tasty tea.
wander through the Copse later, take some nature pictures perhaps… hello, the rumbling innards have started again. Back to the Porcelain Throne.
Also, I have to fill in a City Care Satisfaction Survey about the nurses who did the Enoxaparin injections for me, five pages of this.
Had a wee-wee. Went into the kitchen to get some more antiseptic wipes and spotted two things out of the window below.
Started another graphic off, and the Amazon man arrived with the parcel, containing the hearing-boosters and lid remover.
while I was sorting out and getting the items assessed!
Far too late up for me, now. Feeling all drained again.
had to stab holes in the lid of the jar when I failed to get it off with the new wonder lid-removal tool from Amazon, I was lucky enough to have an empty beetroot jar to transfer the fodder into. Not big enough, so I had to throw some away, though.
Performed the Health Checks and took the medications.
The sky was different this morning, reminded me of the Shepherds Warning.
I did see that there is at 1400hrs today, a Fire Service Meeting in the new temporary Winwood Centre Portacabin. For the Woodthorpe Court Tenants, 1500hrs for the Winchester Tenants (Who are lucky to have the bus stop moved to just outside their block of flats when the Woodthorponians have to walk so much further to get a bus. And the new cabin it nearest to them as well! But it doesn’t bother me!) Hehehe!
end, then said my farewells to Olive and sneaked out from the door at the opposite end of the cabin, sensing the glares and stares behind me as I did so.
Had a rather morose walk down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, and called at the Continental Food Shop. Asked for three slices belly pork with stuffing and garlic, and one Polish cooked chicken thigh. And a jar of Chinese mixed mushrooms in oil. I thought they were a bit expensive at £8.51? (When I got back to the flat later, there were six (Not the three I’d asked for, slices of pork and two, not the one I’d asked for, chicken thighs! Humph!).
Called in the Charity shops but nothing appealing, then I made my way to the bus shelter to catch an L9 bus back up the hill to the Winwood compound.
Dropped off the bus at the Winchester flats where it has been relocated to, and in need of a wee-wee, I made my way down to the end of Chestnut Walk to me Woodthorpe Court block.
ave them cold with the meal.
It was from Jenny, the flats coordinator, a former Woodthorpe Obergruppenfurheress Warden and tenant.
washing into the dryer.
Up again, both of the lifts now working again.
Did some more updating on the diary. Got it finished and posted off. It was time to go and collect the laundry again.
Went to make a cuppa, and saw that I’d forgotten about the bag of laundry I’d dropped as I got through the door in my haste to get to the wetroom. So I put away the stuff in the airing cupboard.
The Anticoagulation Record had arrived while I was out at the Hut.
I made an Email for the Sherrington Park Surgery requesting an appointment as instructed for Wednesday 12th July as early as possible for the next INR blood test. I added the photograph I took of the Anticoagulation Records details, like a subtle sarcastic reminder that they have not sent me an Email with the changed dosages. I don’t suppose they will be interested really, though.
Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.
No rain at all today yet. It did say on the radio, some areas will get none, and others a ‘Yellow Warning’ storm?
astle Boulevard twenty minutes ago.
Did the evening Health Checks.
Got the fodder served up, and a great one it was too, taste-wise.
Kept waking up and nodding off again for an hour or so, so drained after yesterday’s exertions and hassle.
Had a wee-wee.Then did the Health Checking routine.
Had a wee-wee, then got some potatoes on the slow boil to have later when I get back from the surgery.
Out and to the end of the road then right down the hill and left and up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Carrington.
To the bus stop.
using this bus, but I was not sure if the L9 was going to arrive or not. They often fail to turn up.
and started the ascent up to the flats. The feet were stinging, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both kicked off.
Note the bus stop could not be further away from Woodthorpe Court and is situated right next to Winchester Court. Doesn’t bother me though!
Got the fodder prepared and served up.
Back in and did the insides of them. Cleaned the frames and then sorted out the loose paperwork into folders and updated the written diary.
Noticed when I went to put the kettle on, the motorists were still blocking each other in?
I got the lamb shank in the saucepan, peas in a small one and the potatoes were already in the Crock-pot.
Better get the fodder ready.
With innards now rumbling and attention being given to me by Reflux Roger, I cleaned things up and returned to the kitchen.
The tea had gone cold, so I made another one and took the mornings medications along with an additional Anit-Trots capsule.
Got the pots sorted out and had a wee-wee.
I put some small potatoes in the Crock-Pot and seasoned them with the vegetable stock cubes.
Not that I can really blame them, mind. Parking is a nightmare here, with all the works taking place and the garages being pulled down. The chap who moved the cones on the right has a Disabled ticket showing on the windscreen. If all the handicapped spaces are taken, what else can they do? I see another white car has had now parked on the double yellow lines behind the red one. Mayhem! It’s time like these, I don’t mind having had to give up my Driving Licence.
king at last. Caught up.
Got the meal sorted out.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks.
Outside the flat foyer entrance door, the builders who re-updating the complex had erected these steel poles come bars in front of my beloved Woodthorpe Court block.
the Winchester Court of course. Hehe!
offices being erected for the duration of the ‘Build’ and modernisation of the place. 2½ to 3 years, is the forecast.
photoed the workers building section off area on the previously grass lawned patch.
e bus stop and few more tenants had arrived at it, but they were all from the other flats, not mine. Not vert talkative either, only amongst themselves.
hop and hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and to the Tesco Store. As I walked the length of the ground floor, carefully, as there were many folk milling about today, I thought I could hear an elephant wailing at first.
sounded terrible to me. Overly loud, distorted and cringe-making.
Hobbled around the City Centre snapping away, Clinton Street first.
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take a photo of one stall that
for me anyway.
Queen Street, the police were removing four people from the Primark Store. With all the bags with them, I assumed this would have been Nottingham shoplifters again.
Caught the bus back to the flats.
Great meal tonight. Chicken leg, cheese and mini pickle pies, triple cooked chips, pork & mushroom pate and beetroots.
It was looking a bit gloomy outside as I put the kettle on.
Got the computer going and looked at the weather in the USA.
The alarm panel now has a yellow light flashing intermittently?
Took a break from computerisationing, and got the cleaning cloths and oven gloves washed out. Then realised, or rather thought to myself, how am I going to get the wet oven thingies dried?
Got garden peas de-podded and into the saucepan in water and demerara sugar for later.
Got the meal sorted.