Inchcock Today – Tuesday 17th September 2019: Dizzies, falls, and the After-Stroke Session had to be abandoned! Poor old twit’s in a right state!

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2019 Sept 17

Tuesday 17th September 2019

German: Dienstag, 17 September 2019

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01:40hrs: As I stirred into imitation life this morning, two things vied for my attention. The first being as I checked the legs for signs of last night tumble I took to the floor, via the Ottoman, and onto the electricity extension box and cables, was how amazingly little damage had been caused! A slight bruising was all that stood out. Smug Mode Adopted! Second, this meant I would, or should be little bothered at the After-Stroke physio torture session!

I extracted my cumbersome body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, second-hand, c1968, cringingly being coloured, rickety recliner, and off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a wee-wee. I think I did this was more out of habit, than any actual need to use the bucket. The so-called wee-wee was of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

2Tue03Off to the kitchen and got the handwash things hung to dry.

Took a photo of the morning view.

Got the kettle on, took the medications; including last nights that I had missed, Tsk! Made the brew, and got on with the urgent job of updating yesterday’s blog. I did not want to be late for the bus later.

I pressed on with much needed to do computerisationalistical work. I’d not been at it for long when the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

2Tue01WD 200.0.0 The pins (legs) didn’t look at all right, to me. They had swapped fluid retention from the left to the right one, the skin was even more salid and pale than ever! Hang on, salid? Is that the word I meant? When I got back to the computer, I looked it up: Nope, wrong word, but I can’t remember what it was I meant to type? Ah, well, back to the wet room!

The evacuation was extremely long (literally), and a time-consuming exercise. But not painful and no ensanguining. The WC system coped with the flushing, but the water rose a good bit while doing so! Afterwards, I took the photo and diligently cleaned the bowl. Then washed the dandies. And the cistern tank was still filling up with water? A problem here, methinks!

2Tue05WD 200.0.0 I had another search for yesterday’s missing fodder picture, and blow-me-down, there it was, where it should have been earlier, in the picture folder? Baked beans, cold beef pastie (Someone forgot to put the oven on!), super tomato sliced Dutch tomatoes, and some Asda (Walmart), bacon flavoured fries. Highly delectable! – Apart from the cold pie! Tsk!

2Tue02WD 200.0.0 Then, to add to the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! I found this photo on the left, of the hallway. Why I took it, leaves me bewildered! I cannot recall or imagine any reason for shooting it at all!

Finally, I got the post finished and sent off, and had to rush to get the ablutions done; to give myself time to get to the bus stop in time for the 40 bus! Into the wet room, and remembered not to use the shower this early.

WD 200.0.0 The dropsies were far fewer than yesterday but were still too many for my liking. Razors, toothbrush, flannel a few times, and the sock-glide, but it missed my toes, feet, and legs today. Hehehe! I got the medicationalisationing sorted and sprayed the anti-smell stuff over me.

WD 200.0.0 As I was dressing, Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. A nasty one. Not as bad as last night’s, and I didn’t fall-over. But it was severe enough for me to consider not going out to the Physio session. I pondered on what to do. My aboulomania was tested to the full. After a while struggling with the sock-glide daily contest and losing again – I decided I would go, not wanting to let them down after they were kind enough to invite me in the first place. I must remember that there is no meeting next week, the staff are on holiday. And later on, I must phone the surgery (If I can get through!) to ask for an appointment to see Dr Vindla and tell her of these dizzies and tumbles I’m suddenly started having with unwelcome regularity.

I got the black bags taken to the waste chute on the way out.

As I got in the lift, a chap from the 2nd floor, I’d not seen him before, decent enough pleasant sort of chap – had done an Inchcock Whoopsiedangleplop! He’d forgot to take something, and wanted to go back up after he’d got down to the ground floor. He must have back in the elevator, as I pressed for it, and it took him up to the 12th. We went down to the 2nd, and I said I’d send it back up for him. I hadn’t noticed that the other lift was Out-of-Action. So comforting to know someone else has bad-luck and owns a memory like I do; of questionable reliability! Bless him!

I took the route into Winwood Court, going through the highly decorated, picturesque, appliqué, pleasing on the eye, handsomely adorned, artistically-presented, bedizened, 2Tue06festooned with furnishings, garnished, glitzed-up, ornamental, welcoming, resplendent, sumptuous, link passage corridor. A smidge of sarcasm there? Hehe! But only in fun, this common, bare approach is right up my street!

2Tue07I poddled along to the Winwood Court foyer, and let myself out onto Chestnut Way, and walked to the bus stop on Winchester Street.

I was feeling alright as I hobbled along, hoping 2Tue08that the second-hand, bought from the Charity Shop for £2 wristwatch, with its £10 replacement strap, and £10.99 new battery, was showing the right time. I feared a repeat of last Tuesday, of my missing the bus! I got to the bus stop and checked with the electronic timetable…

WD 200.0.0 What the heck had I done! I felt so sure that when I check the times of the 40 buses, it showed 0727hrs. Yet the sign told me it was due in 18 minutes! Or was I getting myself in a muddle again, had the falls and dizzies sent me dipsy? Haha! But I know I was so tired when I looked it up. Ah, well, a little wait won’t do me any harm. It was a bit nippy, but the sky told me it would soon warm up. The bus arrived, and I was the only passenger on it. I got seated in a side-saddle seat, as usual.

WD 200.0.0 When we got on Wells Road, we picked up at every stop. Suddenly there were about 45 other passengers. Most of them were school-kids, not the nicest of people. I had to move the three-wheeler to let one sit down, and the bus became cram-packed, with about a dozen or more folk standing, sometimes on me! Humph! When the bus arrived in town, I purposely got off last, to avoid being damaged by the stampeding hoards getting off! Haha!

2Tue09WD 200.0.0 I made my way to the Slab Square, avoiding the many Pavement Cyclists around this morning.

I poddled over the square and to the Poundland Shop.  Where I bought unneeded, unwanted, far too many other purchases. What a schlemiel!2Tue10 I got: A long-dated medium pork Farms pork pie, drain unblocker, nibbles, for the hand-out bag, Cheeslets, Golf biscuits, and cheddars. A packet of twelve individual mini-biscuit packs, for the tea-break at the physio session. Dettol antiseptic disinfectant, and two ready-made BLT sarnies for my nosh later. The sweet lady who helped me as she did the Tuesday before, came over and put the things through for me. And she mentioned my looking very white! Bless her for her help.

2Tue10aThen hobbled, with the bags all too filled, to the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall),  and called in Tesco, to buy, a packet of the Puff Pastry fingers, a box of Vienna fingers for Josie, and for myself, a bag of the addictive and oh, so flavourful seaweed crispies. I had a ponder about the shelves but found nothing that appealed to me.

WD 200.0.0 I got to the checkout and bought another big bag, so I could spread the weight of the things bought, on the trolley handles. I paid the lady, moved away from the customers behind and started to reorganise the trolley bag and carrier. I just toppled backwards, without cause or reason? And by good fortune, my back hit the next checkout, which stung a bit, and I avoided going over. For a few moments, I thought I was having another stroke! A kind lady came to me, and told me how ashen I looked, and asked if I was alright. She insisted I take a seat on the bench for a few minutes. I did feel a bit groggy and vague, but much better within minutes. The lady, who had been keeping her eye on me, approached to make sure it was safe for me to walk, and asked if I wanted an ambulance calling. I thanked her profusely, and assured her I felt much better now, which I did!

WD 200.0.0 But the incident did worry me a bit.

  • That falling on the floor unexpectedly and not being able to get back up – saved by the visit of the Nottingham City Homes girls.
  • Then last night, I was taking off the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me in time to avoid further injury and damage, amazed me afterwards.
  • The sharp increase over the last few days, of my dropping things?
  • Earlier this morning: As I was dressing, Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. A nasty one. Not as bad as last night’s, and I didn’t go over. But it was severe enough for me to consider not going out to the Physio session. Now, I realise I shouldn’t have gone. Tsk!
  • The utter confusion with the bus time table?
  • The Poundland lady and Tesco customer worried about me.
  • Then the Tesco nasty turn, for I don’t know what caused it, I keep putting them down as dizzies, but like this one, as others like last light, they happened instantly?
  • Later in the day, the Chaucer Street dizzy spell was not good!

I wanted to try and get the graphics done tomorrow, but it might be best if I call at the Doctors, and try to get an urgent appointment? My EQ is speaking to me, and it’s not good!

2Tue11Then, out into the daylight and cold sunshine. A lot more Nottinghamians and folks of just about every nationality there is were about now. The vast majority were students. The street sleepers, shoplifters and muggers were few in number, it’s still a little early for them to be up and about.

WD 200.0.0 I got to Goldsmith Street, and as I turned left onto Chaucer Street, I had a close as I ever have had without being hit, entanglement with two Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists. But said nothing to them, and I had a visit from Dizzy Dennis again! I leant on the church wall to look casual to passers-by, while I regained my equilibrium. But it was not so bad, and after only five minutes or so, I went to the entrance and joined what turned out to be, very few other Stroke victims.

WD 200.0.0 The 16 or so folks from last week, were now only 12, and that included a new lady! But things were not right with me. Both Jennifer and Lucy, when talking to me, were not getting through to me, they indicated. But I was determined to do the exercises and had the nous not to over-commit myself. I did the first round of them. I must have looked poorly because they let me do them sat down! Which made the knee and the piles worse! Tsk! The next round, was much harder to do, and I soon felt myself being drained of energy, and the pain in the knees was a right handicap.

WD 200.0.0 The relaxation tape session was perhaps the worst thing for me. We had to do whatever the voice said, as some peaceful music played in the background. But I couldn’t hear what was being said. So I kept opening an eye to see what the others were doing. Hehe!

WD 200.0.0 Before the next round of workouts, both trainers came and had a look at my knee and leg. When the movements began, the leg started one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. And they both came and pressed down hard to stop the legs activities; unfortunately for me, they put their combined weight on the knee, to stop it! Oh, the agony!

The break time came around, and a young lady from Western Energy gave us a talk, on signing up for their service. She gave us all a planned, well-rehearsed sales-pitch, but still, she needed to refer to her notes while selling the service. If we signed up today, a free goodie-bag was ours! I can’t remember it all, but a wind-up torch and other stuff were in the freebie-pouch. If we signed today or later,  we would get information about power-cuts as a priority. A free electricity swap supplier value scan. I did not want to get involved in what was obviously a sales pitch. But a few of the gang signed up straight away.

WD 200.0.0 Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the ladies talk. Oh, dearie me! She said; “Am I boring you?” I replied, “Obviously!” I got a look from Jennifer, that should really have struck me dead, instantly!

All the sitting had made the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knee worse, and my concentration was nil! I decided rather bravely, to leave early. The Stroke ladies didn’t seem to happy about this, but I just had to go, I could really not face any more banal exercises. I explained, and said my farewells to the others, only to be ignored. Purposely, in time for me to walk to Queen Street, in time for catching the L9 bus.

2Tue13WD 200.0.0 A cuttingly worded “If you are really that bad, go and see your Doctor!” from Jennifer, ensured it was a miserable, downbeat, in pain both physical and now mentally Inchcock that departed. It didn’t help my spirits when a pavement cyclist came out of an alley and nearly hit into me. But at least he got onto the tram track road straight away afterwards.

2Tue14 I arrived at the bus stop, with eight minutes to spare.

A lady, at the stop, I knew by sight, who, I think lived on Morris Road, had a laugh and natter with me.

She’ll never know how much that cheered me up!

2Tue15Back at the flats, I got off last, as is the norm, and made my ay to the Winwood Court entrance. I walked through the linking-corridor and into the Woodthorpe Court elevator lobby.

The same lift was still out of service. Not that it mattered, I didn’t see a soul indoors on the way home from the bus stop.

2Tue16I got in the flat, to the tune of drilling, banging and humming from above. I assumed that the workers were busy doing the Fire Alarm Sprinkler installation work.

I took a picture from the light & view-blocking new kitchen window, of Chestnut Way, below.

Called in the wet room, and paid my second visit of the day, to the Porcelain Throne. Good Heavens! Where is it all coming from? I was really pleased when the plumbing coped with the enormity of things! Phew!

2Tue17It was lovely and warm in the flat. I stripped off, all bar the PPs, and got the handwashing done and hung. Put the buys away. Made a brew, got the medications and got on the computer to update this diary.

WD 200.0.0 Believe it not, but to get up to here, it took me six-and-a-half hours! Yep, it is already two hours beyond my usual head-down time! And I’ve only just noticed. (I got a bit over-involved? Haha!) But with all the hassle needing careful wording, and all the photos, it was bound to take me a while to get done. Gonna be another late night, for the old-timer!

I got the nosh started. Mashed the potato in with Leicester red cheese, butter, salt and balsamic vinegar, and got it into the oven. The rest of the meal was easy-peasy! BLT read-made sarnies, and lots of slicer-sliced extra tomatoes!

I checked on the handwashing, and moved it around a bit, so it got dried quicker, I hope.

WD 200.0.0 I got the mixed cheesy spud ready to go in the oven… This would be the oven than I forgot to put on to warm up! It’s highly possible that the Purpose of My Life is Only to Serve as a Warning to Others!

2Tue21So I did a couple of Thoughts graphics. Then got the pots in the oven. Tsk!

* Oh, the ‘Riddle for Today’ answer: A Candle.

The fodder was okay. I’ve had worse, and I’ve done better. But being so terribly late in the day for me, my tiredness affected my appreciation, I think. A 7/10 rating.

The evening sky looked grand, and although it does not show on the distance shot, I zoomed in to get the plane trail pictured! I might use both photos as ‘Thoughts of the Day’ backgrounds later.

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5Fri01As worn-out as I was, and the late hour, a silly stubborn streak made me get the handwashing done, including the oven-mitts. They should be dried by mid-Novemberish. Hehehe!

It’s been a worrying day for this old codger. I really must get to the Doctors tomorrow, to book an appointment about the scary increase in the tumbling and dizzies department. I’ll see the chemist as well, to get the Flu jab sorted.

After many false starts and waking up again, I eventually achieved the bliss of getting to sleep!

Inchcock – Fri 18 Jan 2019: My downward spiral, physically and mentally fallibility, pettifogging and shucking seem to be relenting. So, thankfully they are not aeviternal. Oh, Joy!

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jan19 2019

Friday 18th January 2019

Danish: Fredag den 18. Januar 2019

23:25hrs. I woke, after falling asleep about five-hours earlier. I knew I’d been dreaming and that they were not pleasant ones, but could not remember any details and I had not made any notes on the pad on the Ottoman this time.

No mind wandering this morning, just a determination (Well, a weak one I admit, Hehe) to make a start on sorting out the spare room later. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Escaping the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was done with almost ease. Apart from the left thighs mystery bruise pain when I moved, no Duodenal Donald or Dizzy Dennis hassle at all!

5fri003aAvoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.

Sadly, I found a dead spider on the floor. I fetched the Sony to photograph it. Is this an indication of a Weevil-Counter attack and their murdering of this innocent creature? Or, is it that the spider was out to eat them, and walked over the sprayed Weevil killer? I said a few words over the body and gave him or her a burial in the toilet bowl. R.I.P.

WD 0.0.255c The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness?

To the computer and got yesterdays post updated and sent off to WordPress. The concentration seemed a little better now. I have to say, I thought my recent ailments had gained the upper hand, and I had begun a downward spiral physically and mentally! Although I felt that this months mind-fallibility, misbehaving, pettifogging and shucking were going to be aeviternal.

Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done.

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5fri001All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect. 

I took this photo from the kitchen window and went on CorelDraw to use it as a background as I made up the Thoughts for today graphic.

5fri002I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order.

They kept to their word and kindly knocked off a fiver from the cast, for the delivery being so late.

I got a pot if the Morrisons pot porridge.

WD 0.0.255c The light in the kitchen was flashing all the time. I tried turning it on and off a few times, but no luck. I bet the poor souls in their beds opposite the complex will get annoyed by this non-stop on-off flashing of the light, while it is dark anyway.

Pouring the boiled water into the pot was dodgy in the coruscating phosphorence. I poted some water onto my finger, Humph! So I walked into the lit room and filled the tub in there.

WD 0.0.255c The real shame is that the lights have brought on the dizzies now! Oy Vey!

However, I did take eight shots from the same place near the kitchen door. And got a light-flashing and light-off pictures in order first time. Smug Mode Adopted

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 I went onto the WordPress Reader.

Then I got the ablutions done. Made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. I took a big bag of recyclable waste and took it down with me as I made way 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, Rumour-mongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where I asked Ballerina and Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden Julie if she would be kind enough to ring the maintenance to inform them of my kitchen lighting problem. Which she kindly did. The bloke told her that all lighting was now the responsibility of the tenants.

2019 18 janI struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.

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5fri11I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words.

Towards the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned back to take this picture. Still showing Winchester Court on the new signage as being WI__ HESTER COUR_, Hehe!

5fri12I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.

It was pleasant to take this route without having to rush, as I usually do when walking to the Doctors, Nurse or the Clinic.

I thought the traffic looked light. Then realised it was later than I would typically have been hobbling down the hill. 

5fri013 I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.

WD 0.0.255c Alackaday! There was no Polish Sourdough bread available today! Ah-well! The chap said when I asked him, that some should be in stock by tomorrow, he hoped. So did I. I also wish I’ll be feeling as good as did at the time, in the morning so I can leg it down to get some. At least I got some Scottish biscuits. I paid the gentleman and departed crossing over the road at the Pelican Lights.

5fri014I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.

I stopped to look in the shop windows on my way. I spotted that the Card Shop had some thick, sturdy Notebooks on sale at half-price! I investigated and found them to be most suitable. I think that Lynne mentioned she needed something, so she didn’t have to keep using loose paper. So I got a few of the notebooks. At that price, it would be criminal not to treat her! Haha! Buying them proved to be along job, though. I picked up the books and went into the checkout. I got the right money out ready, and by the time someone came to serve me, I had a long line of customers behind me. Still, I was in no rush, and it looked like the gal helping was on her own. Poor thing!

5fri015When I was crossing the end of Trevose Gardens, I found out that the Winwood Heights Winchester Court flats could be seen from where I was.

So I limped down to get a decent picture.

I pressed on and walked up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

5fri016 At first, there were very few about.

By the time I’d gone up the hill a few hundred yards, people and dogs seemed to appear from nowhere. And many of the dogs made a beeline for my bag to have a sniff and a nosey inside.

I never did work out what it was they smelt that attracted so many to me and my carrier? But I did enjoy fussing and chatting to a few of them. Included in the ‘bag-visiting’ dogs, where a group of three German Shepherds, a Chihuahua, Cairn Terrier a Scottie, two separate Labradors and a Lurcher type dog! I was enjoying myself! Most of the owners spoke to me, many showing surprises at their animal showing interest in me. Great fifteen-minutes walk!

5fri017WD 0.0.255c Apart from a dangerous, ignorant, scumbag, knuckleheaded git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist when I entered the park, this was one of the most contented few minutes with the canines, I’ve had in ages.

As I turned the corner at the top of the hill, I made for the Tree Copse, with the intention of walking down through it and getting some camera shots.

5fri018But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route.

As I started to walk directly down the gravel path, I took this picture of the complex. Which I thought turned out a half-decent effort. Sometimes this old Sony camera takes better shots than the much newer Lumix, I believe.

When I got inside the lobby. May was sat there, and we had a nattering session, a few laughs as well. During our conversations, many other folks walked through who we greeted and a few we chatted and had a joke with. As it turned out, Lynne came through, and I gave Lynne and May one of the bargain-priced notebooks.

It was a while until I forced myself away, and up to the flat.

It tried the light in the kitchen, I don’t know why, cause it not going to work was it? Haha!

I did the Health Checks and the last of the enoxaparin injections for now anyway, unless the Warfarin level drops again. I updated this blog, then put some of today’s photographs on the Facebook Albums.

5fri20Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared.

I made far too much for me to eat. Much of it was left uneaten and thrown away I’m afraid.

However, what I did eat I enjoyed.

Did the Health Checks and made up a mix of spring water and orange cordial and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch an episode of the A-Team, then there were three episodes of Law & Order and two of Hustle all on after each other.

I didn’t get to the end of the first A-Team episode before I’d nodded off! Tsk!

Inchcock – Thur 17 Jan 2019: Uncontrollabilities caused unconventionalities today. I think!

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jan17 2019

Thursday 17th January 2019

Norwegian: Torsdag 17. Januar 2019

00:15hrs. I woke with the new big bruise on the leg stinging and aching something rotten. Then my concentration changed, and I pondered over the task of moving the flats stuff around in preparation for the visit from the demolition men to install the pipework for the new sprinkler system. Would I make it to the Social Hour today? Will the bruise and feet allow me to walk okay when I get up? Little Inchy is bleeding, ah, no signs of nocturnal nibbling. Eventually, my wandering brain returned, to the moving the things around problem, so much did it concentrate on this, that I decided to get up straight away and get the computer on to check the Google Calendar for the timings. Despite the Clinomania that hovered in my mind.

I extracted my obeast stomach-supporting body from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, without much bother. As soon as I stood up, the new bruise let me know its displeasure. I’m still not convinced this is a bruise. The type of pain it gives are nothing like the ones the multitude of other bruises gives me? But if Dr Vindla says it is, then it must be.

2Tue03 First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged!

As I got up to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, the new bruise gave me more stick and pain than I thought it should be doing. And during the evacuation, I felt Dizzy Dennis trying to issue me some hassle, but only very mildly. I do not need him to kick off again like last night. Else my brain will end up being useless to me. Not that it is all that concentrated or useful as it is. Hehe! Tsk!

I got the Health Checks done next.

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4thu001aNow I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?

Still, not complaining. The fear of Dizzy Dennis returning, this dang bruise making walking difficult, and the feet are top of my worry list this morning. Of course, things can change in an instant. Hehehe!

4thu01The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. Once again, the spider-veins had mysteriously moved and changed colour and or positions.

The bruise came out looking like a scar on this photo? It doesn’t look anything like so severe to the eye, just the lens of my old Sony camera?

I got with this blog, so I could record things while still fresh in my head.

Then went on to finalise the Wednesday Woes post. Then I made a blog page of Tim Price’s Brilliantly written and composed song titled: “Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham” This one is with the correct lyrics. I made a mess of the ones I put in my previous blog. Sorry Tim, now you’ve saved the day by giving me the proper wording, I couldn’t wait to get it posted! Cheers, Mate!

2Tue03 I was so pleased with myself in getting it done correctly, at last, I held on to a wee-wee for a while, as I finished it off – Oh dear! Boy am I suffering now! Agony seems the most suitable word! Hehe! Why am I laughing? Still, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun are leaving me alone.

4thu02I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea.

2Tue03 I’d like to give a tip for anyone making one of these pots for their brekkers. Don’t squeeze the tub too hard when you pour in the boiling water. Tsk! Klutz!

4thu05Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad.

4thu05aSome snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now.

I got the ablution sorted next. A stand-up wash, 4thu03awith it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours.

2Tue03 These throwaway Bic razors are getting blunted quick lately? Humph!

I ran out of shaving foam and had a search for the spare one. Took me a few minutes to find the new one. 

4thu04I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?

Also, I didn’t see a single, not one I say! Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle (EIBWBBB) anywhere!

I’d finished the ablutions with time to spare before the hour for the Morrison Delivery arrived. (0830 > 0930hrs). They may be late with the snow perhaps.

09:30hrs, no Morrison delivery yet? I went through the bag to make sure I had all the prizes, nibble, etc. there.

About 09:50hrs, the landline light lit up. It was the poor old Morrison delivery driver saying he’d be arriving in about ten minutes. Which he did. He’s been stuck on the A453 in traffic, and it took him an hour to travel a mile and a half! There are a lot of roadworks going on in that area. True to his work he arrived when he said he would. I have to say, they couldn’t help the traffic, yet they knocked £5 off of my bill and sent me a free can of light ale in with the order, and a sample of six mini-bottles apple juice; which will be nice for me to take the medications with.

I hastened to get the fodder stored away, put the light ale in the bag for an extra nibble for whoever fancied it at the Winwood meeting. Grubbled about checking things were left safe, and off to what was left of the Social Hour.

4thu24It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though.

By the time I got into the hut, there was precious little time left for me to socialise much.

My arrival was not one of the best I’ve had. I’d missed the raffle etc. too. I got the nibbles handed out, but no time to natter much, the box went round and came back almost emptied, but I didn’t get the usual opportunity to take it around and have a gossip as I did so. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Gaynor, May, Doreen, Beryl, Frank, William, BJ, John and others were all deep in their conversations. But they did seem content enough bless them. And a few laughs were heard, which satisfied my complaisant nature. I had a job getting anyone to take the can of light-ale, Frank obliged me in the end.

As some of the clan left, I got a much-needed chance to have a chinwag with one or two of my amazing fellow-residents at last.  Which really made my day, even though it was me who did most of the talking.

4thu25When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me.

I made some overly-well-buttered sandwiches with the last of the polish bread. Tomatoes and the German smoked ham, with the thick crust having cheddar and a few drops of Hoisin sauce on it. Some salad, egg, apple sliced, too. A Limoncello dessert to end with. I must resist this in future!

An A-team episode was on the TV. After watching this, I was determined to make a start on the spare room sorting.

But I fell asleep instead: and didn’t wake up for hours and hours. Tsk!

Inchcock – Tues 15 Jan 2019: New injury – Visited the Doctor, had INR blood test – Got the laundry done – Plenty of natters today! Hurrah!

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Tuesday 15th January 2019

Samoan: Aso Lua 15 Ianuari 2019

23:25hrs. I stirred into ersatz life and lay there deliberating over my situation, and taking in the thoughts with the mind in a calm, nonbelligerent mood. I could recall no dreaming, nocturnal nibbling or, and this is the best one… no bleeding from either the front or back! I remembered (I say remember, it was when I saw my sign about it hanging over the TV screen), the appointments with the Doctor and Nurse starting at 0720hrs. The brain did get a tiny bit of angst when it recalled that the destruction make-as-much-mess-they-can engineers will be calling to ruin the carpets and leave the maximum amount of dust spread as far as possible from the drilling as they can manage.

Physically, I thought things were doing fine, apart from Duodenal Donald lingering in the background and the rumbling innards, I was pleased.

WD 0.25.0 Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk!

WD 0.25.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived rather urgently. A good job I responded straight away, else I definitely would not have made it in time! Phew! A messy semi-liquid affair.

Oh, great I thought. The Furosemide swollen legs, the abscess, the wee-weeing. And now the trots have joined Duodenal Donald in making me feel so nervous! Combine these worries with the fact that I have to go out on a 40-minute walk to the surgery for blood tests and see the Doctor about the Furesomide side-effects and tell her about the trots and beg for some more effective ulcer medicine or tablets, oh, and see if the pain is an abscess or a blood clot!

No doubt about it, the pain wholly dissipated when I am sat down, the moment I’m back on the feet it starts giving me grief.

Every morning something new for me fret about and get in a stew! Oy Vey is mir!

A lot of cleaning up needed after the evacuation. Had a rinse and thought I’d better start 2tue06anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!

Before I got the Health Check things ready, I put the kettle on and got the old Sony camera out and took some photographs of the legs.

Some new vein patterns again, and I think some others have disappeared? But less fluid now.

I took a zoomed in shot of the problem area on the left leg.

It came out more explicit than I could have hoped for, and I’m not so sure it is an abscess, now. What it is, I just don’t know. As I sit typing 2tue05this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.

I still think someone should pay to have free access to my warped, fluid-filled, unbalanced, Furosemide affected legs for experimentation… Someone from the medical profession? Hahaha! You’d think they would slip me a bit of cash to leave the legs to them when I snuff it. BUPA perhaps?

02:00hrs already now, and I’ve just got around to doing the Health Checks, Humph!

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Things looked okay to me with the results.

I wish other concerns would be better, though. I’m dreading the walk to the surgery. The wee-weeing seemed to be getting a less often, but that is because when I took the 2tue04medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages?

The picture I snapped from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, revealed the heavy clouds in the sky, that hid the moon and stars. Again, I was pleased with the old Sony camera result.

WD 0.25.0 I could hear a clanking/rattling noise suddenly. It stayed for five minutes or so. But I could not find the source of it, so annoying!

I got the Monday post finalised and sent off to WordPress.

I decided, being as I noted I was out of the better toilet rolls (Or perhaps I could not find them, such is the mess in the spare room, Shame-Mode Adopted), I’d add some toilet rolls to the Morrisons order for Thursday. I found they had 9-roll packs on offer reduced to £3 from £3-50, so I ordered one. I also noticed they had vegetarian cocktail sausages from £2.50 down to £1 and added one to the order. But the best was, they offered a pack of ‘Six cartons or bottles of Honest Organic Kids Ever After Juice Drinks’ as a freebie! No idea what they are other than apple flavour, but I bet someone at the Social Hour will fancy them for the grandkids mayhaps?

WD 0.25.0 Another immediate call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and nearly escaped of its own accord! Luckily, I was sat down at the time. I had to take blocking actions before I could risk getting to the wet room. Lid up, bum down and out it flowed before I made contact with the porcelain, almost liquid! All done in about ten seconds at most! What a messy session again! And Duodenal Donald started to kick off as I bent down to clean the bowl afterwards. I felt adequately embarrassed, discomfited and self-conscious of the mess I was in.

And as I said before, I’m feeling most apprehensive of getting through the 40-minute hobble to the surgery without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops!, and getting back as well. Should any escapages from the front or rear happen, the PPs (Protection Pants) will prove ineffective… of dear, I am feeling worse now after working that one out. I feel hesitant, indisposed, nervous, almost afraid to go out, but must visit the Doctor for help with these problems. What else can I do? Tsk, bother and Harrumph!

I got the mushroom in the crock-pot. Then, I stopped everything and got the ablutions tended to. By the time I’d finished the cleaning up session, I felt a lot better in myself. Duodenal Donald had eased off, and the rumbling innards reduced a slight gurgling now and then. Also, the wee-wees had reduced in quantity and frequency. Yeehaa! I reckon if I leave here by 0630hrs, I should get to the surgery on time for 0720hrs… ah, maybe not, what if the abscess or whatever it is, slows my hobbling down… Mmm… I’ll try to time it to leave at 0615hrs then.

2tue08It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors.

A new layout on the route. The lads had begun to build the bus turn around point. So, we must all remember to walk on the right now. Not the left.

To the end of Chestnut Walk, and down 2tue09Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road.

By gum, I was getting a move on.

The pain from the leg amazingly departed, and my rate of knots increased somewhat!

Near the surgery, I took this photograph of some flowers on a hedge to a house. 

2tue10I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)

Bootiful!

I got into the surgery and logged on with the receptionists and sat down, getting the crossword book out, and had a failed session on the puzzles.

WD 0.25.0 A few minutes later Dr Vindla came and tapped my shoulder as she said sternly to me; “Are you coming in then!” I assumed she had called my name and I’d not heard it. I rushed in and sat down. I mentioned that I am feeling tired all the time. “Yes, but how are the legs?” I showed the mark to her telling her how bad it was earlier, but now there was no pain. (I did feel such a fool!) No reply, as she had a grope of the legs. Making me jump. “Much better!” Then she told me I could keep on to the 2tue10aFurosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!

Back to the seat, and Nurse Nichole appeared and fetched me to her treatment room. I managed to have a little natter as she took the blood, but not much. I thanked her and handed some nibbles, departed and dropped some bits 2tue11off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.

The traffic had got much busier now.

I took a picture in Carrington and then one in Sherwood as I almost power-walked the route back home.

2tue11aI was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.

As I turned onto Marshall Street, I had to stop to avoid treading in some Nottinghamian Street Art. No doubt created and deposited my some alcoholic who, as many of us have done in the past, and they thought it would be a good idea to get a takeaway, after a jolly-good session on the plonk.

2tue12aWalking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise.

I stopped and hobbled a little way up Cavendish Vale, to take this shot of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe to the left and Winchester Court on the right. The new 2tue12bObergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower.

I carried on, despite the pain of the feet, at a good steady pace. And took this photo at the junction of Winchester STreet that goes up to the flats, and turns into Mapperley Rise on the right.

2tue12cA little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art.

I can’t remember seeing it earlier when I walked down. But of course, it was much darker then.

As I reached the top of the road, many delivery 2tue12dlorries for Willmott Dixon were around.

Not that it mattered, but I had to wait a few minutes while the drivers had to manoeuvre their lorries around to find somewhere to park without blocking the traffic. Not an easy task.

But Incharge Ian was at hand to assist them.  Heck of a job for him, but seemed content enough and he was smiling.

2tue12eWhen I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!

I was smiling to myself as Brigadeführeress Warden Deans passed by. We had a mini-natter and a laugh about the signs missing digits. Haha!

2tue12fI made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.

As I got in the foyer, I managed to have another chinwag with two residents sat in there. I checked in the laundry room, and the machines were available. So, up to the flat to get the washing down and done.

2tue12g When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself.

I’d left at around 06:30hrs, hobbled into Carrington, saw the Doctor, had the blood taken by delightful Nurse Nichole, walked all the way back taking photographs as I did, and still it was only 08:45 hours? Am I going potty or what?

I gathered the laundry and accoutrements needed and went down to the laundry room. I had a smashing natter with a man and woman sat in the lobby. A hello from Cyndy as she passed through to catch the bus. Into the room and got the washer going.2tue14

On the way back up in the lift, I discovered some more Nottinghamian Artwork on the wall of the elevator cage. No idea what it was, but it didn’t look nice. Hehe! 

I took another zoomed-in picture and placed it on top of the button panel in the graphic. But it didn’t come out any clearer for identificationalisationing purposes.

Suddenly the leg started to hurt again? I got the computer on and started to update this blog. Then down to the laundry room to move the clothes to the dryer. Had another good nattering session this another two residents in the foyer. I’m enjoying this! So much after I’d moved the washing into the spinner thingy and wiped the drum, I stayed downstairs while the dryer did its thing. And got a few words in with some passing residents again.

2tue15Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment. 

Got the cleaned clobber away in the airing cupboard, and pressed on with the updating of this post. Accompanied with the banging and drilling from workers doing the installation prep work for the fitting of the sprinklers.

Checked the mushrooms and they were ready. So I moved them into a saucepan with some tomatoes with extra passata.

The blooming bruise on the leg is now worse than this morning. How can it disappear when I’m at the Doctors and come back now, with a vengeance? Humph!

Got some bacon in the oven, to add to the tomatoes and mushrooms, and digest with some of the Polish sourbread. Yum-yum! I hope.

2tue26Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up.

Tasty, very tasty! The Polish Bread from the Post office shop was great!

8.9/10 Flavour-Rating.

Aha! There was an A-team showing on the TV. So I settled to watch it before cleaning the pots… which never got done, because I nodded off at the first commercial break!

Inchcock Tue 27 Nov 2018: Back to another messy day. Ah-well, Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit!

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Tuesday 27th November 2018

Norwegian: Tirsdag 27 November 2018

00:30hrs: Woke with discontent at not remembering anything about the nocturnal phantasma I’d been having. Well, the first few seconds the head filled with memories actually, but they faded before I’d grabbed the pad and pen to write them down… Tsk!

I felt a reluctance to get out of the recliner this morning, not like me usually. As I lay pondering and pontificating on life in general, jumping from Brexit, my ex2Tue02fcessive weight, pavement cyclists, dogs taking their owners for a game of ball in the park outside and the new mystery bruises on my leg, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived most abruptly. So, I extracted my body with the bulky, flabby, wobbly overgrown stomach attached, out of the £300 second-hand in-need of oiling chair. Not easy some mornings, like this one! Haha!

WD0.0.128 The unaccountable for new bruises on the left leg seemed to be much the same as last night, apart from the addition of a new one. Puzzled-Mode Adopted!

2Tue04WD0.0.128 Things with the evacuation clogged up somewhat, and a painful wait, allowed me to read several pages of the Clarkson biography book.

During which I noticed the odd EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) here and there scattered around the wet room floor.

2Tue05On further closer investigation, I realised that there were dozens of tiny baby ones as well. Were they on the wane and had now called up their equivalent of the Hitler Youth to the battle? Or is this a new attack, from a different reserve family army? I had a spraying session of the Raid Bug Killer in all rooms again, coughed a bit, then antisepticated the hands and returned to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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2Tue06WD0.0.128 As I got the sectioned pill boxes out of the medical drawer, two of the daily lids sprang open, and the contents were scattered all around the kitchen floor for me to struggle to get down to pick up. And then grapple painfully to get back up again! Am I a Schmendrick or what!

Then I had to sort out the new medications to replace them. Tsk!

Now, I was showing nemesism, self-annoyance and was chagrined at how the day had started for me. (Wallowing in self-pity I expect?) I made a conscious effort to pull myself out of it, start again in a better frame of mind. Made a brew of tea and went to get the computer on to start this blog. Amid many SSWW’s (Short-Sharp Wee-Wee’s) and mugs of tea that all went cold. Tsk!

03:00 hrs: I did up to here, and then went to update and finish the Happier Monday post.

05:25 hrs: Got Monday Inchcock Today finished and posted-off to WordPress.

I observed that the fog or mist had descended outside. I took a few fog photographs during the morning. Here they all are with the times taken.

 

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Made another mug of the English Breakfast tea using the naughty full-cream Jersey milk. I’ll do my bestest not to get all carried away computerisationing again this time, and let it get cold once again!

WD0.0.128 Off for an SSWW. I could feel the innards undergoing a bit of squelchy-like rumbling and grumbling as I passed the water. This made me wonder what I was going to suffer later, if anything, from the stomach?

I went onto the WordPress reader.

I gave myself a break and went on YouTube to watch some car videos, after making yet another mug of tea, cause the last one also I let go cold. Tsk!

The door chime rang out. It was Willmott Dixon’s Obergruppenführer. As soon as I saw him, I remembered I’d forgotten that they were coming to do the balcony finishing off this morning! Oy Vey, what a Farmisht fool!

He told me they were doing Doris’s next door and should be with me an hour or hour-and-a-half later. So, I signed for the keys so I could lose them, and got the ablutions tended to.

2Tue11aAs I sat down, got Colin Cramps and leg pains of a different sort at the same time. They lasted for a good while, made me jump a bit.

Later I thought some pain gel might help, I dropped my pants and what a sight! Hehe! It looked like someone had crept in and either tattooed or painted my legs! I had changing forms, shapes, and colours of bruises on both legs now. Perhaps I could sell my pins to the Tate Gallery? Wonder how much I would get for them? Hehehe!

Sent an Email with the photo of the bruises on the leg to the surgery.

2Tue11cMade a start on making up the medical-dosage pots. Made a brew and updated this post.

While awaiting their arrival, I got on with creating the latest Willmott Dixon fun graphic.

The Willmott Dixon chappie, Shaun had done Doris’s and now rang my bell to get on with mine. Five minutes late Doris rang my bell, (If you’ll forgive the expression, Haha!) the caretaker and Doris needed to talk with the worker chap. Something had not gone alright? Oh, dear, that doesn’t bode well for me!

I pottered about getting the fodder prepped and cooking while Balcony Shaun and the Willmott-Dixon Obergruppenführer carried out their work.

The Asda delivery arrived, with many substitutes (Which were no use to me, huh!) and a free bottle of chocolate drink. I took it to Doris’s to see if she could use the cooked beef slices, carrots, and the chocolate. So, it was not wasted.

I got a message from the surgery, I was to go to the QMC Hospital in the morning for 0900hrs and go to the Anticoagulation Therapy on floor D, pro-tem, and expect an update later.

2Tue12Shaun got the balcony finished as far as he could.

Then, the WD Obergruppenführer came to show me how the windows operated. I think I’d got the message alright, but we’ll see.

He explained the repairs to the what is now the roof of the balcony will be painted over in the morning. I told him about the hospital situation. He said he’d call in the morning if I were in, he’d get the painter on the job, if not, he’d rearrange something with me for another time.

Change of plans again. I got a message just after he had gone, now I have to go to the surgery for 11:25hrs. I sent Email confirming that was okay for me. So at least the painting can get done tomorrow.

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2Tue12aThe view through the windows of the doors and balcony looked a little steamy and wet. Haha!

I moved the mushrooms to a saucepan and got the Bortolotti beans in another pan.

Did the Health Checks and took the midday medications.

Getting tired now.

I had a quick go on the WordPress reader again.

Then went on Facebook to catch-up in case I don’t have time tomorrow.

2useHealth Checks, then I got the meal served up.

Mushrooms, smoked ham, tomatoes, apple, chestnuts, seasoned borlotti beans, potato cakes, and gherkins. Bread and cheese sarnie. Followed with a Limoncello dessert.

I didn’t eat it all. I couldn’t, for some reason. Perhaps, because of the hectic, confusing day?

I dished about a third of it, I think. Got the pots washed and had an SSWW.

Back into the £300 second-hand recliner.

I reckon I’d nodded-off within minutes. Despite the mind doing its rambling thoughts of no value assessing and fretting about routine.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Monday 23rd July 2018: Prescriptions Wrong Again this Month. The Momzers!

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Monday 23rd July 2018

 Yiddish: מאָנטיק 23 יולי 2018

0500hrs: Once again, a brain and body awoke in the £300 second-hand recliner; so dissimilar and remodelling compared to the one that went to bed last night. I’m finding it hard to recognise myself in the mornings lately. Hehe!

Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger were both AWOL. More surprisingly, so was Belinda Blotches (Almost cleared up now), No bother (pain) from Hernia Harry or Hippy Hilda.

1Mon001Whoosie3W01A: The Whoopsie derived bruises, acquired last night from my walking naked, apart from my socks, into a left-opened door of the fast decomposing, disintegrating hardwood 1964 G-Plan cabinet, were still a bit tender.

Tne moment I moved to detach my lumbering body-mass from the recliner, I realised that my old friends Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies fungal lesion were not being so kind to me. A hasty hobbling to the wet-room was needed post haste. Little Inchie had been bleeding, and it had dried (Ouch! Haha!), and Harold 1Mon01had and was bleeding, and Diahorrea Donald was in total control of the evacuation process. Tsk!

Cleaned up, I made my way to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done, and medications were taken.

The hemadynamometer worked first time again.

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Got the results recorded and into the front room to update last weeks Excel sheets to take with me to the Doctors. Then realised I was going to the hospital this week, cause the 1Mon01asurgery have not made me an appointment again. Fancy that! Azoy gait es!

Got next weeks dosage pots made up, which reminded me, I must get to the chemist today. I’ll go after FootLady Sue has done my tootsies I Think.

Back to the computer and started this blog going up to here. Then finished off yesterdays diary and sent it off.

0735hrs: Herbert above is tap-tapping a bit. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes upset for moaning about their favourite tenant making a noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. “You’ll have to put up with it!” I don’t want to lose my home. I’d better cross it out.

I’d better get the ablutions done now so I can have everything ready, just in case FootLady Sue arrives early.

Teggies done, shaved, extremities cleaned, then a long shower. Followed with some rather harrowing medicationalisationing of the lesion. Creamed Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Sprayed the torso and legs with antiperspirant. 

To the kitchen to sort the bags out. Heck of a loud, long grinding noise emanated from somewhere. No idea, where, though. Sounded very close.

Whoosie3W01A: Got three black bags made and tied-up. Before they reduced the size of the rubbish chute entry point, it would have taken one bag. Took these out along with a recycling bag. Dropped the black ones down the waster funnel and took the Orange bag down and to the caretaker’s door, where some others had left their filled recycle-bags, and some naughty pensioners had dumped other household items and loose rubbish.

1Mon02All ready for Sue to arrive now. I did a bit more work on the TFZer graphics.

I took the bags down and nipped out to take this picture of Chestnut Walk, outside the foyer doors.

Through the maze of barriers and to the left, you will find the Caretaker’s door.

Didn’t see anyone that I could talk to.

Back up to the apartment and on the computer to update this load of tosh.

1Mon03Ah! One of the smaller hoists came up by the window. I think this might be what the noise was earlier.

The intercom chimed up: it was FootLady Sue arriving.

She set about sorting the tootsies out for me. Nice chinwag.

I made up an Iceland order and then set off on a hobble to the chemists for my prescriptions.

1Mon04Set out to the Chemists. Met some residents in the foyer, Mo, Jenny and Frank. 

Walked to the bus stop with them and I joined a few others already there, and some very welcome laughter and no-pressure chinwagging took place.

The place had come alive now, and with we pensioners, all agreed, that we want to stay alive and uninjured, the three of us should take extra care manoeuvering on the car park or road to get to the bus. Already!

1Mon05Caught the bus down Winchester Street Hill to Mansfield Road.

Went to the bus stop near the old bus depot, and found it had been decorated with some classic Nottingham Street Art.

I became aware that this is the bus stop that some youth was stabbed in, and last year an 88-year-old woman was attacked at 1000hrs in the morning on this spot!

I was soon in Carrington and made my way to the chemist and collected the prescriptions. Then 1Mon06made my way to the Lidl store to be insulted, sneered at and looked down upon.

Whoosie3W01A: They changed tactics today and caught me out.

Instead of the curled lips and looking at me as if I was dog-poo on their shoes, they just ignored me entirely. Cunning move on their part. Haha!

I paid the £9.16 for the tomatoes, still lemon & lime water, mint chocolate ice-cream cones, mini-Cumberland sausages, two bread mini-rolls and a packet of battered, seasoned potato slices. Caught the bus back into Sherwood and got to the bus stop at the top of the hill.

1Mon07A couple of Woodthorpe residents were waiting there.

One, the lovely lady sat here in this picture with her white sun-bonnet on her head. She lives on the first floor and seems to be a pleasant natured lady. But she was telling me of her medical problems – they put my pathetic ailments to shame. Bless her!

She is the lady who shared her views and thoughts on the new kitchen windows with me the other week. We are both so soundly disappointed in losing the light and perspective, as well as having so many extra windows to clean when the new balconies are fitted.

Ended up with Roy, Dot and lady in the hat and me, walking together from the bus to the Woodthorpe Court, myself. They were a little 1Mon07ctoo nippy for me to hear what they were saying to each other in front of me, but the good thing is they were laughing. The bags with the weight of the shopping and prescriptions had weighed me down I think.

Up and back in the flat, the overbearing heat of late did not hit like it did yesterday when I opened the door. But it felt far hotter out and about this morning. Indeed the thermometer showed the heat had dropped a good bit.

1Mon07bI got the bag from the chemist out on the counter.

And without dropping any as well. (Smug mode Adopted here! Hahaha!).

I got them out of the flimsy paper bag and spread them out so I could determine if any were missing this month, like last month and the month before. That Chemist is going off me I think? Hehe!

I was utterly unmiffed or surprised when I realised that one of the products was missing, not there and absent.

Whoosie3W01A: There was no Anusol Cream for my Harold Haemorrhoid problem.

I thought at first that I had shown great stoicism at this happening befalling me.

Then I wondered if stoicism was the right word – I’ll have to look it up later. Tsk!

I packed the boxes and bottles into there allotted places.

This means another trip has to be made to the damned chemist to make things right – just like last month and the one before – Another Durkhfal!

Whoosie3W01A: I trapped my finger in the drawer as I closed it shut after storing away the medications. I think I may have said something along the lines of “Well fancy that!” at the time.

I was determined not to allow myself to become tristifical over this being let down again for the third time, by the pharmacist.

Put the fodder away and made a start on updating this post.

Got the nosh started, seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven. Sliced the tomatoes on the plastic plate.

Did the health checks and took the evening medications.

1Mon23Considering that I had used the buses today and not got a decent hobble in at all, I was feeling well-tired-out.

I got the nosh sorted and served up.

A much-improved effort this time. A deserved 8/10 for Flavour Rating. The mini Cumberland sausages were tasty. Only the tomatoes let the meal down, they were a bit bland. The onion salt was used to spice them up a little. The mature cheddar cheese, excellent! The sliced seasoned potatoes were alright.

I planned the TV viewing, cause I felt confident that the sleep that has resisted me for several nights now would play-up again. The now customary nodding-off and waking-up again continued, with me being confused a few times and thinking it was time to get up. Humph!