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Inchcock Today – Tuesday 1st August 2017: A hobble through the Nottingham each today!

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Tuesday 1st August 2017

Corsican: Marti 1u Aostu 2017

Woke around 0415hrs. The mind confused, a mess all around me and the £300 second-hand recliner, the TV still on with crumbs on my stomach, the chair cover and the carpet, and my glasses pushed back on top my head.

Remembered the Morrison delivery, the Hearing Aid update visit and to get a razor scraper and finger nail remover while in town later. Hopefully, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis will give me a break today. Please!

Dismounted the recliner and off for a Porcelain Throne session. Not good this one, but at least Haemorrhoid Harold was only leaking blood the tiniest bit. Little Inchy needed attention as is usual lately.visit

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

All the readings seemed lowish today?

Apart from the weight, which I am not prepared to share with you at this moment, due to my shame! Hehe!

Into the kitchen, noticing there were no new tar marks on the window glass.

Got the kettle on and attempted to take another of the Vista shots that I seem to have difficulty in making. But today was different, and I got it right on the third attempt.

Cleaned up the mess near the chair. Appears I had been nibbling some crisps I think… a lot of them, judging by the number of crumbs I had to hoover up. Tsk!

For a fleeting moment, memories of some of the dreams came into my head. By the time I’d got the pencil out of the drawer, they had gone from my puzzled brain. I do annoy myself when this happens!

Computer started, and I made the graphic for the top of this page.

Had a wee-wee. Painful Little Inchy was re-medicated. This prompted me to check the Emails, to see if any had arrived from the clinic yet. But none.

Responded to some of the emails and did Some WordPress reading.

Finished yesterday’s diary and posted it off.

Food delivery arrived.

Got it stowed away, freezer and fridge full again.

Had a wee-wee

Got the crossword book and the nibbles,  in the bag for the site Obergruppenfurheresses.

Medicalisationing and ablutioning tended to.

Gathered everything (Well, I thought I had) needed for the day and got myself down to the foyer. Had a chinwag with a lady in the lift and she mentioned she had to make a list of things to do when going out and asked if I had lost my hearing aids as she could see I was not wearing them. Whoopsiedangleplop! I went back up in the lift after she dropped off, to fetch the list and hearing aids.

Time was getting close to 0930hrs now, and I was a bit nervous in case I missed the bus and was late for the appointment, and I still had a decent walk to get to the bus stop. Grabbed the hearing aids and put them in going down in the elevator.

Hobbling along Chestnut Walk and realised that I had not picked up the note of things to do! Humph! There were five things on it, I remember that much.

All I could recall at the time was the razor scraper, nail polish remover and the hearing aid place visit.

The bus was late arriving, so had a chinwag and a laugh with some tenants in the queue. The city bound bus came and off to town we were transported.

Dropped off on Queen Street and limped down through the Old Market Slab Square, which was designated as The Nottingham Beach with its rides, amusements and highly priced eateries, etc.

A little early for it to be busy yet.

But some families had laid claim to the favourite corner positions on the beach. I wondered if any of them were German holidaymakers? Hehe!

I took a photograph that should have been of one boy on the car rides that was very happy and waving each time he passed to his family. But when I got back and downloaded it, this is what I got. Missed the boy off altogether? Twit!

Jogged into the Pound World shop… (Jogged? Where did I get from, Haha!) to search for some nail varnish remover and a razor scraper. Got the varnish remover alright, but had to ask one of the staff if they had any scrapers. They sell them but had none in stock at the moment.

Out and nearly fell over a rough sleeper in the doorway, who I had not noticed on my in?

Up the road and into the Hearing Aid place. Logged in with Snottypants on the reception and got the crossword book out.

The young chap who dealt with me last time collected me and took me into his room.

He recorded details on the computer and then showed my how to clean the contact point on the aids. Using a brush and prodder-througherer to clean the air hole and little contact slot cover. Also how to replace the lid of each one when replacing it. The cleaning has to be done each day.

I thanked him and departed. Noticing the rough sleeper had gone, and the shop opposite that was signed as being up for lease or sale last week, were now To Let.

Desperate times for retailers in Nottingham these are!

Checked the time and the bus back to the flats was due in ten minutes. So made my way to it via the Nottingham Beach.

This Herbet of a young Nottingham Pavement Cyclist almost hit me as he rode along with music earpieces in his tab holes.

Bless him!

Across the road and through the square.

This ride that rises above the Council House height at the top was belting around at an uncomfortable looking rate of knots, for me.

Then again, the youngsters on it all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The last amusement ride I looked at was also moving fast and up and down.

I find it hard to realise that Suzie and I used to like these types at the fairs and seaside all those years ago.

Across near the beach and made my way to the paper shop on the corner of Queen Street.

The beach, was now getting far busier with happy, noisy kids and frustrated looking given-up-on-controlling the ankle-snappers parents? Hehehe!

Went into the paper shop and bought a TV magazine for next week. Then up the hill to the bus-stop.

Where I pondered on what the missing task was that I could not remember needed doing. Failed to recall it, though.

Caught the bus and at the next stop, a few of the tenants got on, including Obergefreiteress Jenny. We had a friendly gossip en route.

At the flats, I found this parked outside the apartments.

The lady from the 15th floor came out to catch a taxi and informed me that the lifts were not working.

Oh dearie me! By luck, when I went in the firemen had just restarted them. Phew!

Up to the apartment and had a wee-wee.

Put the hearing aid tools away and got the black bean beef and egg, rice and fresh garden peas into their respective foil dishes. Lidded them ready to go into the oven later.

Picked some programmes to fall asleep to later, as well.

Updated this diary. Did the midday and evening checks.

Got the trays into the oven, must remember to check them after half-an-hour, so I set the timer.

A quick check on the Emails. Nowt from the clinic.

Had a bash on Facebooking.

Got the meal served up.

Beef in black bean sauce, egg rice with peas and a few little potatoes.

Really did enjoy this one.

Went to do the washing up and the rain had returned.

No getting to sleep for ages and ages.

Far too late, not even many nod-offs?

The mind racing away over everything and nothing at the same time.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 4th July 2017: Early Whoopsiedangleplops, Hearing aids go over double in original price, Accifauxpas rampant and such along day, poor old Inchcock confused and a bumbling wreck now! Hehe!

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Tuesday 4th July 2017

Napali: मंगलवार 4 जुलाई 2017

Best Wishes to all my TFZers Friends in the USA!

0400hrs: Woke with no memories of the dreams I was certain I’d been having – then the urgent call came for a visit to the Porcelain Throne.

Things went well, other than Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot, but soon stopped him with applying some of the antiseptic cream. Stung a bit mind!

Searched for the Anticoagulation Card again. No luck. Danged thing is somewhere cause I found it the other day… Tsk!

I did come across an old photo booth picture though.

Ah, memories! Haha!

Just look at that smug face on me! Humph! I didn’t know what was coming years later, did I?

Did the Health Checks, all over the place this morning they were.

Had a wee-wee.

Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications.

The computer on and finished the Monday Diary and got it posted.

Back to the Porcelain Throne – nearly had an Accifauxpa with the loose-fitting seat again!

Many Emails to sort out. Then got a bit of Facebooking done.

Had a wee-wee.

Tended to the ablutions. Turned out a bit of an unexpected farce this session. Having the clean-up early, I did not use the shower, for fear of bothering or disturbing any of my neighbours.

  • Doing the teggies, I cut my gum.
  • Dropped the razor and trod on it.
  • Knocked the bottle of antiseptic over and it broke!
  • Banged my head on the corner of the sink as I bent down to retrieve it.
  • Went to get another bottle and stubbed my toe on the mop bucket (Again!)

Not the best of starts to the day. Tsk!

Got dressed and all the things ready, remembered to take the food for the ducks and birds at the Nottingham Arboretum.

On the way out, I took the other bag of lamb in mint & Rosemary Gravy and rang my neighbour Josie’s door bell. The lovely woman she is. She was in and answered the door, and I explained about the lamb gravy being far too sweet for me, gave her part of the original packet I’d cut out of the box, with the instructions and a sell-by date on it. Thankfully, she liked the idea, and I handed it over. She offered to pay for it bless her, but I wouldn’t have that.

Down to the foyer and had a chinwag with a bloke for a bit. Others arrived, and we all walked (The now, far greater distance) to the bus stop at the end of the road. Further little gossiping sessions took place. When the bus to town came, and I sat next to the gal on the 11th floor, another nice person and we chatted en route and had a laugh.

Off the bus, it was raining now, only drizzle. I walked through Victoria Centre (Mall) with Mary from the 9th floor. She asked me when she could return the DVDs I gave her to watch. She will call me in the morning. She was on her way to collect some DVDs she had ordered from the store in the centre. I went in with her and asked a member of staff if they had any of the Biederbeck Affair and or Biederbeck Tapes in stock. He had a look and informed me they had not, but I can order a new release of all the series, and he believed they had subtitles on this one. I ordered it, and I have to go back in a week to see if it has arrived.

Out of the mall and along Shakespeare Street passing the college buildings and residences en route to the Arboretum to see the birds at the pond.

Through the gates and was greeted with the relocated bust of Nottingham MP Samuel Morley. (1809 – 1886), Head of I & R Morley in Nottingham.

 

Samuel Morley was born in 1809, the youngest of John Morley’s three sons.  His father and Uncle Richard founded the family’s knitting business and established its London warehouse and distribution base.

The firm of I & R Morley played a significant role in the knitting industry and by 1844 was responsible for 6% of the sector’s total output.

Fed the ducks and pigeons, had a talk with them and generally enjoyed myself no end. Loved the Mallard and Coot chicks to bits. Despite my getting wet. Hey-ho!

As I walked up the hill towards the tram stop at the corner of Upper Parliament Street, I came across some Nottingham Street Art and vandalisation.

Fire hose dry riser valves outlets damaged, covers broken open and litter, waste and what smelt like urine scattered around inside and out. Humph!

Over the road and down into the Slab Centre Square.

Looking a bit bleak at this moment, and not many folks out and about yet.

Can’t blame them, if I didn’t have to go to the hearing test, I would not have been out – and – I would not have spent a fortune buying the DVDs. Huh, I am a fool!

A CPO (Community Police Officer) meandered by slowly as she crossed over the lights with the ‘Don’t Walk’ red light against her.

Attractive, meaty thighs though.

I hobbled, the foot where I stubbed the toe and trod on the razor earlier was giving me some bother, down to the Hearing Aid place and gave the Obergruppenfurheress on the desk my appointment card. Without looking up at me, she spouted: “The appointment won’t be until 1130hrs because you’ve come early you know!”

I purposely did not answer until she did look at me. “I’ve only come in early to get out of the rain, do you think anyone would actually want to come in here to be spoken to like that, voluntarily?” – Advantage Inchcock! Hehe!

She then became sociable. “Oh is it raining?” – “Yes!”

I wandered to the waiting seats and got the last one available. Took the crossword book out and had a decent session with it.

A young, good looking, educated, good looking, evidently a rich bloke with hair, tall, well spoken and fit looking arrived to take me into a treatment room. Gawd, I was jealous! Only joking, Haha! Introduced himself, Craig his name was and into his cubbyhole.

He explained the procedure for the removal of the compacted ear wax and got me to sign a partial disclaimer in the event of any damage.

He was having great difficulty in getting the wax out of my right ear hole. He got the top layer out without nay hassle, but the layer beneath was proving very hard and stubborn. At one point he thought we might have to do another week of putting olive oil in and try again. I pleaded with the lad to do his bestest, and he did too!

The tool used was like a vacuum cleaner, obviously with a narrow tube. Very noisy in the ear, as Craig had warned me it would be.

He patiently persevered and eventually got the nasty clump put for me.

You can see the size of the compacted lump on the left here.

Wasn’t it a big clump?

Not half! Hehe!

I was so pleased with his efforts.

He then moved onto the other ear, and that one was much easier to clear out, thankfully.

We then went through the options of the aids on offer. The small one that was from the cheaper range proved to be unsuitable when the lad told me the batteries only lasted for two or three hours. Shame that. Then I had to choose one suitable, which meant the price doubled for the next options.

I went for a one piece model. That the batteries should last for a week. At least this will avoid my having to change the tubes when they crack or work loose, cause there are no tubes on it. Fingers crossed anyway.

Then he started to mould the ear pieces, five minutes in each hole alternately and they were ready and moulded.

Then he got me in the hearing box for the test.

That didn’t take long.

The whole thing should have taken about 45 minutes, but I think his getting out the wax from the stubborn right ear channel took far longer than that.

So then, I had to pay for them. That hurt! Still, the batteries are free for three years, a four-year guarantee, and free aftercare… they say.

I left the store a lot less well off, and still have to wait two weeks while they are made and fitted.

Out and the rain had stopped, I went into the M&S food store for perusal, but didn’t buy anything.

Noticed some more Nottingham street art around a waste bin and cigarette disposal box. Not nice to look at.

Then I walked up to Bridle Smith Gate and notice an alleyway and next to it, another empty retail unit. It was last in use as British Heart Foundation Charity Shop.

Made my way to the L9 bus stop and back to the flats.

The lady from the 11th floor got on at the first stop, and we had another good chinwag en route back to the apartments, She even helped me with the crosswords, bless her cotton socks.

A laugh in the lift when we got to the flats, with six of us squashed into the lift together. Oh, the other elevator is working again.

Inside, wee-wee, got the nosh on, Throne visit and onto the computer.

Took me hours to get this diary updated. Well into the nighttime before I got it nearly finished (Up to here) and had to leave it to get some much-needed rest and a nod-off. Of course, I could not get to sleep now I wanted to! Humphski!

Had a wee-wee.

Got the evening Health Checks done. Sys166 – Dia 72 Pulse 83 Temp 32.4

Got the meal served up, and a cracker it was, it made up for my earlier fodder disasters. Sprinkled extra strong cheese on top of the minced beef slices, tinned garden peas, mushrooms, beetroots, a dab of BBQ sauce and Jersey new potatoes. Got some nibbles by the side of the recliner to have a go at later, Marmite Crisps, chocolate brazil nuts (Only two of them, honestly, Hehe) and a bottle of fresh orange juice.

Put the things in the bowl to soak, returned to the chair and decided to try and watch some TV, that must surely send me into the land of nod? And, it did.

Slept for what was about six hours, a lot for me to manage, but it was needed after such a long day for this, now a lot less financially stable old fella. Tsk! I’ll have to leave ordering a table server for the chair for a while now the hearing aids have suddenly doubled in price.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 1st July 2017

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Saturday 1st July 2017

Dutch: Zaterdag 1 Juli 2017

0345hrs: Once again the memories of the dreams I knew I’d been having dissipated within seconds. Got out of the recliner and had a wee-wee. The bruise that I acquired last night on my foot was no bother. Must try the trodden on last night DVD remote control later to see if it still works.

Took the morning medications.

Started to finish off yesterday’s diary on the computer, and had to return to the wetroom for a heavy duty session. An instant, immediate evacuation that felt all wrong somehow? Needed a lot of tissue and a cleaning up afterwards? Oh dear!

Back on the computer and completed the Friday diary. Got it posted.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks.

Back to the Porcelain Throne… talk about pebble dashing! Most uncomfortable sensation. I think that Diarrhoea Derek has returned.

Took a lot more clearing and cleaning up again. My rear-end department was now so sore. I applied some antiseptic cream! Tsk!

No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all.

Made another cuppa and took two Senna tablets. By mistake for the Morrison Diahorrea Capsule! FOOL!

I pressed the wrist alarm to check the battery with the Control Room and mentioned the flashing yellow/orange light on the box. She said not to worry, she’ll leave a message for the warden. Thanked her and apologised for bothering her.

0500hrs: Got this diary started off.

Checked the Emails and WordPress responses.

Found this in an Email from the Nottingham City Council. Depicting the ‘Tricycle Joust’ from last year in the Nottingham Castle grounds.

I’d love to have a go at this, but Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna might not permit me to? Hehe!

Had a go at starting another graphic off for the TFZer site. TFZer Nancy in her new shop, with TFZer Thomas playing with his train engine? Hehehe!

Did some Facebooking.

I made the decision to go to town today, and get some interesting (I hope) photographs to share on here.

Had a wee-wee. Did the ablutions and readied me to go catch the bus. Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute on the way out to the lift.

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.

I wondered what they were for?

Had to do a bit of manoeuvring to get around them and to the bus stop at the top end of the road, next to the Winchester Flats. They had moved the letter box as well, closer to 6Sat03the Winchester Court of course. Hehe!

A woman and husband from my Woodthorpe flats passed me as I walked along. My cheery ‘Good Morning’ going unresponded to. They got seated on the bench they have kindly supplied for us near the bus stop.

Across the road was the new temporary staff 6Sat066Sat05offices being erected for the duration of the ‘Build’ and modernisation of the place. 2½ to 3 years, is the forecast.

Took a photograph looking back towards the Woodthorpe Court. The new temporary staff offices being built for the two and a half year period of the updating of the compound.

Then I had a stroll behind the Winchester Court onto the Woodthorpe Park. And I 6Sat04photoed the workers building section off area on the previously grass lawned patch.

Off course being a Saturday, there were no workmen about.

No vandalisation had taken place as far as I could see. Although a bit of Nottingham Street Art was spotted nearby near the garages awaiting demolition.

Back to the 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.

Got on the City bound L9 and was soon in the City Centre.

Walked up to the Aldi Store on Upper Parliament Street, where I spent too much and got stuff I did not need, again! They were having a Taste of America event.

Thought I’d take this photo of some and put it on the TFZer site, see if they are interested or actually eat any of this stuff on show, or are they copies, not genuine?

Out of the shop 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.

Nearing the Tesco shop, I gleaned what the racket was. Artists were singing on a stage and being filmed doing it. The acoustics in the place did them no favours – of course, my hearing ain’t right – but it sounded terrible to me. Overly loud, distorted and cringe-making.

Just got some fresh garden peas from Tesco, I’d spend too much as it is in the Aldi shop. Batteries, nibbles, pate, pasty, Frikadellens, potato slices, thrice-cooked chips (Had these later for my meal), etc.

Left and recorded this set of closed down shops on Glasshouse Street. Sad!

Hobbled around the City Centre snapping away, Clinton Street first.

You’ll notice I’d managed to move the selector wheel on the camera? So many photographs came out horrible and just not right the colour at all. Humph! Disappointing!

Long Row next.

Still packed with folks, I knew why then. I could see the distant market stalls in Slab Square.

This bloke was doing football tricks, and he had all the females donating into his bucket. Jealous? Me? Hehe!

I had a hobble around the market stalls. (See the wrong setting still on the camera, Tsk!) It was too dangerous for me to stay there long. Kids were running about, cyclists, women with pushchairs, Mobility scooters, etc.

I did manage to6Sat15 take a photo of one stall that

was selling what looked like Bill & Ben wooden models for the garden. They started at £23.99 for the tiny ones, up to £69.99 for these larger ones.

I decided it would be better for me to do a hobble of the peripheral area then, best not to risk injury. As the crowds were milling and rushing about, many with phones on their earholes, too dangerous

for me anyway.

The gigantic new Burger King on the corner of South Parade and Exchange Walk only had three customers at the tables inside, and they have another floor with another dining area upstairs apparently.

How do they make it pay?

Back on Long Row near the Primark Store, this entryway leads to the book shop and a bookie.

I imagine that Americans would find this so cute. But again, how do they make it pay?

All the time I was in the area, I saw nobody actually go into or come out of the alleyway?

Maybe there might be another way in or out?

The only photograph I was pleased with was this one of a Fothergill Watson designed building behind the Council House.

Beautiful!

This hairdressing shop only opened a few months ago. The girls who started it made such a good effort to make it look nice as well.So sad that they failed, like so many others in Nottingham.

So sorry that they failed, like so many others in Nottingham.

As I made my way back to the bus stop on 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.

On the way, I took this photograph through the buses window. Not a good one, all reflection. But I can’t remember why I made it?

Sad innit?

The extra walk now they moved the bus stop to the other block of flats, meant I was lucky in getting in the apartment and to the Porcelain Throne in time… Just!

Absolutely drained now.

Got the meal cooking,

Had a wee-wee,

Perused the TV magazine, some films on I fancied watching.

Great meal tonight. Chicken leg, cheese and mini pickle pies, triple cooked chips, pork & mushroom pate and beetroots.

Lemon yoghourt, a luxury lemon yoghourt! Hehe!

Got settled to watch the box and the films. I forgot all about testing the DVD remote that I stood on.

Stayed awake, well, there might have been the odd ten minute here and five minutes there of my nodding off and viewed two of the films. Of course, a few breaks for wee-weeing.

When I could no longer stay awake, I dreamed wildly, but can only recall them being about me being lost?

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 25th June 2007 – Whoopsiedangleplop with the Nosh. Sob!

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Sunday 25th June 2007

Basque: 2007 ko Ekainaren 25ean, Igandea

0425hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – I’m afraid things were getting a little ‘loose’ and ‘squirty’ in this function, again. Oh, heck! Diarrhoea Derek returning?

Into the kitchen, a strange blue hue to the view, for you… Poetry comes free folks, Hehe!

Took the morning medications, and after wondering if should or not, I swallowed a Morrison Acute Diarrhoea capsule, for fear of going through the Trotsky’s again!

Carried out the Health checks, Sys 144, Dia 80, Pulse 90, Temp 34.9 – Weight 14.76, then remembered to put the oil in the lug-holes.

Made a brew and sorted the photographs from yesterday. Got them on the computer and then started this post of up to here.

Had a wee-wee, and began to finish off the Saturday postings. Got the done but not until 0800hrs. Phew!

7Sun02bGot the medication pots sorted out for next week.

Then started this diary off.

Had a wee-wee.

Got back to the computer, and oh dearie me… had to return to the wetroom for another Porcelain Throne session. Not much, but almost liquid, the splattering had to be cleaned up. Wiped the contact areas with the lemon antibacterial wipes.

7Sun03Noticed how the clouds had formed so beautifully.

Made a mug of tea.

Then I did a WordPress post about Nottingham the trip to the hearing place and test that didn’t happen.

Got it posted off: Photographs from my hearing aid test that did not happen

Got around to some WordPress reading.

Then onto Facebooking.

Brother in law sent this photo from the Kitty Cafe on his and Jane’s visit.

Certainly looks as snug-as-bug in this slide, doesn’t he now?

Oh, I see now the picture was taken from outside, Humph!

Got onto CorelDraw 7, not 2017 and did some graphicationalisationing for the TFZer site I love so much.

This one is of Mary Friedberg, with Tom sneaking into it and nicking one of her Muffins? Hehe!:

And this one of Sandie Lentz, with Butler Andy in attendance:

Took a few hours that did, Got them posted in the hopes that they like them.

The stomach was rumbling, not with pain but hunger. So I got the sausages and bacon in the oven and canned tomatoes in the saucepan.

Updated the Health Checks Record on Excel and compared last week’s averages to this weeks. I don’t think there is nowt to worry about.

7Sun02a

Got the TV magazine and had a look if owt interesting was on the box.

Oh, yes a lot on offer tonight, for hours and hours.

One film I’d like to have watched, but it was on far too late for me.

I rang Sister Jane to see if they can record it for me. Out of luck, though. Jane said send details, and Pete would try, but to not hold out much hope. Fair enough.

Told her about the hearing aid wait due to the excess wax. She said they know of something that Boots told Pete about that is a lot better than the olive oil the doctor told me to use. I’ll definitely give that a go.

Emailed Pete details as instructed by Pete about the program. He will tell me about the new stuff in his reply.

Got the food served up.

It was going down a treat… then… Whoopsiedangleplop!

Fingers froze as I was biting into a dipped sausage and slice of bacon wrapped in a slice of sourdough bread, and it dropped – tried to catch it, but the fingers would let me. I foolishly decided to use the other hand to assist, and the blooming meal and tray slid off onto me, the chair, the cover and the floor! Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner trying and failing to avoid treading in the tomatoes, the fork and the apple! Nearly slipped over at one point – so now I had an even greater mess to clean up, Humph!

Getting the cleaning stuff out of the cupboard I hit my knee on the corner of the door.

Wiped and scraped, took the cover off and put it in the washing bag, then got down on the floor on all fours with the bowl of soapy hot water and a kitchen towel roll and managed with some success, to clean up the mess.

Could I get up again? At one point I considered pressing me wrist alert button but resisted. Heaven knows how long it took, (A long time) but I did, painfully, frustratingly and embarrassingly grappled to get back up on my pins, after working out the least painful route. Hehe!

Proud of myself, I retook the stuff in the kitchen without further mishap, returned to the front room and spotted all sorts of bits of things and areas that still had tomato juice, crumbs, and even a sausage that I’d missed!

This time I got the picker and the walking stick at my side before venturing down to floor level again. Somehow I cleaned up the mess reasonably well this time.

Got up reasonably quickly and with little bother. Put the rubbish in the bin, and washed the carpet best I could. Cleaned up the mess I’d made in the kitchen, and got some old sheets from the spare room to cover the recliner with before trying to settle once again and watch TV for a while.

Shame I didn’t take some photo’s, but that was the last thing on my mind.

As I sat down, the instant I sat down, knew that Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding badly, so I got up again in seconds and to the wetroom for a hygienic cleaning up session. Getting fed-up now!

The hassle of the Whoopsiedangleplop caused Duodenal Donald to kick off, and Arthur Itis was not happy with all the struggling to get down and up, so he let me know this.

I’d gone from content and feeling reasonably well, to a blubbering wreck, in pain and terribly depressed!

Had a wee-wee.

Gave up with watching the TV.

Grumph!

Nottingham Photographs from my Hearing Aid Test that didn’t happen!

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Set off on the bus into town.

Arrived a little early, so I had a wander around taking photographicalisations.

Hobbled through the Slab Square in the City Centre.

Then down to St Peter’s Square.

Where some Buddhists were offering free soft drinks and recruiting for the three disciplines of their faith. Drew a lot of folks attention. Then again, knowing the great Nottinghamian’s ‘Owt fer nowt’ approach, I was not surprised.

Arrived at the Hearing Aid, SpecSaver shop in plenty of time.

I approached the receptionist, a great one this woman would have been, I imagined she would have been of invaluable assistance as a Chef Oberaufseherin, “Chief Senior Overseer” in any of their concentration camps. Her superior snotty (Don’t you dare bother me!) glare and attitude alone would have scared most inmates without threats of violence! It certainly, frit me!

She told me to take a seat in the waiting area. I wasn’t going to argue with her, so meekly I took my place in the waiting area! Got the crossword book out and within a few minutes a lady came out to me, smiled, collected me and led me into a small room. Very reassuring that I got a person and not a robot to deal with me!

Phenomenally good looking, short dress on and excellent, no, perfect chunky, thought inspiring legs. I found it hard to concentrate as she quizzed me on my hearing history. Sweet natured patient lass she was.After an hour or so of hearing related discussions and few laughs it was decided:

After an hour or so of hearing related discussions and few laughs it was decided:

I have far too much wax in both ear-holes to do a test today that would be accurate. Told to continue with, but increase the applications of Olive Oil in both channels to loosen the wax. Then I have to return on Tuesday  4th July at 1130hrs for have the wax removal and a test done. Usually, removing the wax would cost me £50 (Two @ £25) to have done, but if I purchase hearing aids from them, it will be free on this occasion.

I explained the discomfort of the current models I have, also the difficulty when it comes to changing and cutting/refitting new tubes. She showed me some in-the-ear aids. I liked the idea of them, but she was not sure if they would be powerful enough for me, but might be. They will know after the test. These were the cheapest in the range on offer too! This woman I believed and trusted, but the test will be done by someone else, the bloke who I spoke to on my last visit, who looked like a banker with his red braces and hadn’t started shaving yet I didn’t think?

My confidence ebbed.

I departed and had a photographicalisational limp on my way through Nottingham’s streets to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).

Up through Exchange Walk

Across the Slab Square – Passing the wedding Rolls Royce

Up Long Row to the corner of Clinton Street and Abdul’s fruit stall

A bit of a risky hobble through Clinton Street – Danger lurks for any elderly or disabled people brave or foolish enough to hobble along it!

Managed to get through and out of the other end without any Accifauxpas!

Into the Victoria Centre (Mall), and through to the other end and the Tesco store. Got some sourdough bread and fresh pod peas.

Up to an alley on Shakespeare Street near some student residences.

As I got towards the bus stop for home, I took this photograph of a building called ‘Fothergill Watson House in honour of the greatest designer ever from Nottingham, by the same name. Actually, is original name was Watson Fothergill, bu he changed it around when he was in his teens. It puts the newer update building next door into its place as a bleak characterless effort?

A brilliant artistic architect.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 24th June 2017: Off for the hearing aid test that wasn’t?

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Saturday 24th June 2017

Malayalam: ശനി 24 ജൂൺ 2017

0425hrs:  Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee.

Took the first of several photographs from roughly the same area through the kitchen wall over the next hour or so, showing the change or lack of change in the weather. Rain forecast for today.

Taking the morning medications, I realised I’d missed taking my last night ones. Huh!
Missing the Warfarin after all the trouble and hassle they have had over the past ten days, will please the DVT team, I’m sure.

Back in the wet room to the Porcelain Throne.

All-in-all, a good session. There was no bother from Haemorrhoid Harold at all, the first day in months that there was no bleeding. Good!

Anne Gyne, Reflux Roger and Harry Hernia were no hassles either. Good!

I felt that Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis were both warming up for an attack. I’m not sure how I know these things, experience perhaps? Or my high EQ? Whichever or whatever, I was confident of the forthcoming annoyance and pain that is assuredly incoming soon, from both of them. I hope I’m wrong!

Reminded me of the need to catch the 1232hrs bus to get to the audio test.

Had a wee-wee.

Made a mug of tea and got the computer going. Did some WordPressing and checked the Emails. One from the surgery with the Warfarin doses after yesterday’s blood test. Telling me my next INR will be on 29 June. Whoever usually send these books out to me with an appointment and asks if it is alright and I reply straight away. Not this time. So I had to make a request for an appointment early. (So I can get to the Tenants Social Hour at 1000hrs – having missed the last three due to medical appointments and getting a little frustrated with it) Of course, being a Saturday, they will not get the Email request until Monday, giving only two days warning, and they will not be able to fit me in, I bet! Frustrated!

Facebooking caught up with.

Although not much heart in it after making a mess of it yesterday, I started a new try at the TFZ graphicalisationing. Made up some cut-out and adjusted photograph bits to use first. Long job, but I think I’ve got them right this time. Saved them to disc, then got on with the scene for the graphic.

Packed up sharpishly and got the ablutioning done.

Off to the new bus stop. Many residents were milling around also waiting for the bus. We now have a bench to sit on, no shelter yet but still, they are doing their best to help us, not that this prevented any of the many moans and quibbles that were being passed around between the tenants present, oh no!

One chap and his wife, who must have been from the Winchester block, was going on about (the Grenfell fire disaster was the current subject at the time). “I’ve never smoked” (He must have said this in his high loud voice about five times) “Smoking should be banned inside the flats and anyone weak enough to want to smoke should go outside for one!” He was probably trying to intimidate the few who were having a puff behind us. Never seen the chap before, but he looked very young compared to me and the others.

I wish I had been brave enough to mention his breath smelling of alcohol (Even tough it didn’t, it was just a thought) and suggested anyone wanting a drink should go outside and drink it! Hehe! Moan after moan about the works taking place. It must be a tremendous job for the Council to undertake. That will take over two years to complete the modernisation of the flats and has many difficulties to face, (other than the nagging of many of the residents). I think we are being pampered by the Council. Since I had to sell the house and move into here, I appreciate having someone to call on for help… fair enough it might take a few days to find someone free to help, but this is far better than having no one at all to help. Does that come out right?

Soon got into town and had a while to kill before the appointment with the SpecSaver audio hearing test, so wandered around taking some photographs of Nottingham centre.

It was soon time for the meeting.

Told the receptionist, a great one this woman would have been. I imagine she would have been of invaluable assistance as a Chef Oberaufseherin, “Chief Senior Overseer” in any of their concentration camps. Her superior snotty (Don’t you dare bother me!) attitude alone would have scared most inmates without threats of violence! Certainly, frit me!

She told me to take a seat in the waiting area. I wasn’t going to argue with her, so meekly I took my place in the waiting area! Got the crossword book out and within a few minutes a lady came out, collected me and led me into a small room.

Phenomenally good looking, short dress on and excellent, no, perfect chunky thought inspiring legs. I found it hard to concentrate as she quizzed me on my hearing history. Sweet natured patient lass she was. After an hour or so of hearing related discussions and few laughs it was decided:

I have far too much wax in both ear-holes to do a test today that would be accurate. Told to continue with, but increase the applications of Olive Oil in both channels to loosen the wax. Then I have to return on Tuesday  4th July at 1130hrs for have the wax removed and a test done. Usually, removing the wax would cost me £50 (Two @ £25) to have done, but if I purchase hearing aids from them, it will be free on this occasion.

I explained the discomfort of the current models I have, also the difficulty when it comes to changing and cutting/refitting new tubes. She showed me some in the ear aids. I liked the idea of them, but she was not sure if they would be powerful enough for me, but might be. They will know after the test. These were the cheapest in the range on offer too! This woman I believed and trusted, but the test will be done by someone else, the bloke who I spoke to on my last visit, who looked like a banker with his red braces and hadn’t started shaving yet I didn’t think? My confidence ebbed.

Thanked her and departed. It was a while before the last L9 bus of the day was due, so I had a hobble around for a while.

Went to Victoria Centre (Mall) and into the Tesco store.

Got some sliced sourdough bread and fresh garden peas.

Window shopped as I made my way out of the centre.

Noticed these ladies shoes in a shop window as 6Sat26I limped through Trinity Square.O

I liked the look of these a lot.O

Took the photographicalisation of them, so I cold put it on the TFZ site and ask the lassies there for their opinion.

Caught the bus back to the flats, didn’t see any of the other tenants getting on.

Got in the apartment and had a wee-wee.

Got an urge for some chips with the meal.

So made with Meatballs raw pod peas, beetroot, mushrooms and streaky bacon. With a BBQ sauce dip.

Along with a lemon yoghourt, apple and slices of the sourdough bread. Rated this one as 9.1/10.

Took the evening medications and did the health checks.

2000hrs: Attempted to watch some more of the new (To me) ‘Heartbeat’ DVD.

0425hrs: Woke up.

Inchcock Today – Friday 23rd June 2017

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Friday 23rd June 2017

Portuguese: Sexta-Feira, 23 de Junho de 2017

0400hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and did the Health Checks: Sys 48, Dia 76, Pulse 88,  Temp 35.9 and weight 14st 8lb.

Got the laundry sorted and down to the machine.

Back to the flat and got the Thursday post finished off and posted.

Down to the laundry room and moved the things into the dryer.

Back in the apartment, got the nibbles into the bag for the nurses. Had a wee-wee.

Took a photograph from the kitchen window.

Down again and got the second load of washing out and into the dryer with the first load.

Up once more, and started this diary off. A trouble-free Porcelain Throne session.

Down to collect the things and cleaned filter, machines and counters.

Getting lighter now, took a shot of outside the foyer doors.

Put the clean stuff away, had a wee-wee and updated this diary.

Computer turned on. Looks like a bit of wet weather is due for Nottingham:

Did some WordPressing, then checked Emails.

Ablutions are done and set off to walk to Carrington and the surgery for the INR blood test.

Called in to see any both or either of the Obergruppenfureresses at the hut, but none in, so I carried on my hobble. Down Winchester Street hill and left onto Mansfield Road.

The row of shops shown here had one of the seven businesses open and trading… very sad!

Sister Jane rang me, saying that she’d Emailed me a photo she’d taken from page 16 of the Nottingham Post last night.

With a photographicalisation of Jenny, our ex-warden, now Tenants Representative for both of the blocks. In praise of the Nottingham City Homes response to concerns about fire safety after the horrible disaster at the Grenfell flats.

Up and over the hill and down towards Carrington.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist passed by me. I wish they were all as considerate as this one. Slowed down and gave me plenty of room so as not to make me jump. Gold Award was presented, in my mind!

Further down and saw these flowers, Hydrangeas, I think, in a garden close to the surgery.

Bootiful!

Got into the surgery and reported to the receptionist, who said she could not find my appointment. Oh dearie me! After a while, she informed me that the designation was for yesterday! She consulted someone on the phone then said for me to sit and wait and she will squeeze me in later. I thanked her and sat dow, got the crossword book out and the Appointment card from the DVT Anticoagulation Unit at the hospital from last Tuesday. There it was clearly printed: “Next Appointment 23 June 2017” Today!

It was the Reichsarbeitsführeress nurse on duty today, not Nichol, and she came to me in less than a minute after I’d got the crossword book out. Demanded, politely mind, to see the ‘Stop Enoxaparin’ therapy record from the hospital (With the correct date on it). I gave it to her.

She kept on to it, which was a little bit naughty, I thought, because printed on all of them is:

So this cannot be done now.

She explained that they normally do not do INR injections on a Friday, this is why they made the appointment for Thursday… three times she said this during the process, rather defensively than her usually barked out commands when I visit, like “Sit!” Not a mention of ‘Sit’, ‘Don’t move’ or ‘Press that hard until I tell you to stop’ came from her lips? Haha!

I find her likeable actually. I say this, in case she sees it on the web, and because I am a coward and scared stiff of her, I suppose! Tsk!

Gave her a box of chocolates and the receptionist their bag of nibble as I departed.

Limped down into Carrington proper and called in the Lidl store. (When will I ever learn, Tsk!)

Just avoiding being hit by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, who does not get a Gold Medal from me, cause he was totally out of it with the headphones in and doing a fair imitation of drunken Barry Sheen without an engine! Hehe!

Into the Lidl shop and got Lemon Fools, lemon yoghourts, mini-chicken weiners, apples, cheese cobs and nibbles for the staff and tenants social hour.

Caught the bus back into Sherwood. Then the L9 bus up to the flats.

Checked the times at the stop for the bus tomorrow to get to the hearing audio place in time for my 1330hrs appointment. 1032hrs and 1232hrs it is due. If the second one is on time, I should make it easy enough. Fingers crossed.

Chinwag at the bus stop with some other tenants.

In the apartment, a wee-wee first, then got the purchases stored away. Planned on having the cheesy rolls with bacon and the last of the Frikadellens for the meal, with some tomatoes, if they are still edible, had them in a while.

Computer back on and updated this diary.

Took a shot from the window of down below. Not a lot of activity from the workmen yet. Wait until they start properly. Mainly painters and plasterers on the job at the moment.

Did some Facebooking to catch up.

Took me hours. Tsk!

Did a graphicalisation for Rita Cobb, for her birthday.

Tried to get some more TFZ graphic work done then. It isn’t coming on how I expected or wanted it to, so I deleted everything and will try again later in the week. Frustrating.

Had a wee-wee.

Got the fodder sorted.

I have to say that this is the worst effort in years. A terrible mistake made in thinking these cheese rolls from Lidl looked or might even possibly be tasty!

Eurgh! Never again!

Most of this ended up where it should have gone in the first place, in the bin.

Fell asleep, found some scribbled notes when I woke an hour or so later, totally unreadable I’m afraid, and the memory couldn’t recall anything about writing the words or the dream. Shame that.

Had a wee-wee.

DVD put on, but back to normal tonight, five minutes or so and off to nod I went… but not or long. I shot awake feeling confident, that it was morning… Ah, the hearing aid test today I thought, must check the time of the bus.

Got up had a wee-wee and was about to take the morning medications, realised I’d missed last nights medications, and it dawned on me it was still night time when I looked out of the window.

Felt a bit of a fool, swore at me. Then got my head back down. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 22nd June 2017

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Thursday 22nd June 2017

Maori: Rāpare 22 Pipiri 2017

0420hrs: Woke up pondering on the dreams I could remember. I’d left the pencil and pad on the computer desk. Extracted myself from the £300 second-hand recliner to retrieve them and by the time I’d got back in the chair, the memories had entirely gone from my muddled brain. I think they involved yesterday’s visit to Sister Jane, Pete and the Pussies. Tsk!

0530hrs: Up again and to the Porcelain Throne. I think I am mastering Constipation Konrad’s onslaught at last.

Medications were taken, kettle on and did the Health Checks with mixed results:

Got the computer going and started this diary off, the had the job of sorting yesterday’s, which took me hours to get done, with all the photographicalisations.

Made a cuppa and decided to get the ablutions tended to, freshen me up a bit.

Had a wee-wee.

Shaven, teeth cleaned, medicated and applied antiseptic to parts requiring to be done, showered and deodorisationalistically sprayed my magnificently honed mould of wobbly flesh, and made another cuppa.

Downloaded the Corel Paintshop Pro, particular Painter Plug-in. Need to make time to understand how it all works. Time eh? So short is it not?

WordPress reading next. Plenty to go at today.

Onto Facebooking. A lot on there to do as well.

Heard a noise and went to investigate… Mail had been delivered by Royal Mail.

It was the Insurance documents and the tablet-sized Towels/Face-flannel. You just dab them in water, and they expand and open out ready for use.

I’m going to hand one out to each resident to keep in their pocket or handbag in case of emergency. But it being midday now, I am too late to get to the free luncheon today, anyway. Humph!

Back to finish the Facebooking again, and the intercom rang – this time the Amazon delivery.

I had to open the corridor door and inform the two workmen near the lift of the upcoming delivery man. One of the lads took the parcel off of the driver and handed it to me, so I didn’t have to tread over all flaked off paint. Good of him that.

It was the Storm-Proof Umbrella, and a DVD of Heartbeat had been delivered. I took a photograph on the left.

The umbrella instructions, not sure if it shows in the picture, I shot separately and added to it so you may be able to read them. The brolly instructions tied to it, was in Chinese (I assumed, so not a lot of use to me. Huh!) It feels somewhat rugged anyway.

Minutes later, blow me down, the intercom rang again – this time it was another Amazon delivery. The last of the Heartbeat collections that I treated myself to.

Bothered the workmen again, but they were okayish about it.

Finished the Facebooking, had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea.

Shame it is too late for me to get out in time for the free fodder at the hut. Huh!

Finished the Facebooking at last and started graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw for some TFZer attempts.

Managed to get one of Marie and Roxy done.

Got the cheesy potatoes mixed and started cooking in the oven.

The cheesy potatoes preparation cause no, I say, No burns tonight!

Bacon and mushrooms accompanied the gloriously tasty cheesy potato, and a lemon yoghourt.

Had a wee-wee.

Settled to watch one of the Heartbeat DVD’s, and got through three episodes before I drifted off into slumber.

Woke up around midnight convinced it was morning and time to rise, had a wee-wee and a failed heavy duty session. Coming out of the wet room, it dawned on me it was a little dark.

Tutted, swore at me and head down again.

Inchcock Today – Friday 16th June 2017: QMC for Enoxaparin shot and INR Blood Tests – Got told off and a right farce in communications with the District Nurses! The Night Nurse was not happy…Felt sorry for me today! Hehe!

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5Fri01

Friday 16th June 2017

Swedish: Fredag 16 Juni 2017

Woke and rose from the £300 second-hand recliner around 0530hrs. Tired and weary with Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna all giving me grief… off for what must have been the tenth wee-wee of the night. Tsk! To the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding a little – this might mean the INR Warfarin level has gone up a tad at last.

Going to the QMC Anticoagulation Clinic on the 0930hrs L9 bus (That’s the plan anyway) to have Enoxaparin injections if needed and a blood test.

5Fri02aMade a mug of tea and got the computer on.

Spotted a letter for Age UK. Thought it was circular when it arrived.

Opened it to find my insurance for the flat and contents had expired!

Sod it – another thing I forgot to change details for when I swapped banks.

Did the Health Checks (Not too happy with them today, but still) and then I took the medications then.

5Fri03

5Fri02Felt a bit unwell overall, depression coming on methinks.

Still, the view from the kitchen window was stunning to me.

I like all that greenery, which is how my face should be looking according to how I feel. Hehe!

Got on with the diary updating and checked the Emails. I must remember to go see one the Obegruppenfureresses before I catch the bus to the hospital at 0930hrs and ask for help with phoning the Age UK and resetting the insurance cover with new details.

Feeling like there is so much to do, and no time to do it, and with so little sleep due to the injections early and late every day, things ain’t right. Getting behind with paperwork as well. Energyless I am. Ah-well!

Got the nibbles, crossword book, umbrella, mobile phone, hat, paperwork and camera in the bag while I thought of it.

Got the ablutions tended to. All these things in between wee-wees. (Must mention this to the nurses today).

Took the letter from the insurance company and some more cleaned empty jars with me and set off out. Only one lift is working today. Huh!

Got out in the sunshine and hobbled to the recycling bin, then to the Tenants Social Hut. Only Obergruppenfureress Julie in today and she was helping another tenant out, so I waited. When she was free, I showed her the letter and pointed out that it had expired on the 15th June and how concerned I was. She looked at and read pages in the message, gave me a fully warranted “What a pratt!” and shouted, “It expires on the 15th July you idiot, not June!” I adopted my best-humbled look and apologised to her. I felt a right dumbo! She told me to see her next week.

Red facedly, I gave her some nibbles and withdrew, walking back to the flats and going up for a wee-wee and gathered the hearing aids I’d forgotten to wear earlier, then back down to the bus stop.

Joined in a good chinwag with some other tenants waiting. They all got on the Bestwood bound L9, apart from one lady. We got onto the City bound bus a few minute later.

Dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and made my way onto Milton Street and caught the 36 bus to the Queens Medical Centre.

5Fri05Entered the site passing the coughing smokers outside on the way.

Two of the four lifts were out of order, so I foolishly took the stairs up to D floor again like the other day – with the same results of aching feet, knees and struggling for breath thanks to Anne Gyna’s visitation.

Goggleplonk!

5Fri09As I approached the entrance to the department, I noticed this sign on the left here on the wall.

Infant Feeding Cafe – this way.

I couldn’t help wondering if they serve the ankle snappers fried, baked, roasted or casseroled? Haha!

To the nurses on the reception desk and was greeted immediately with: “You should not be coming here at all, you should be visiting you doctors surgery for these tests!”

I was taken aback a bit by this. I told the lady that I had a phone call last night from a woman here, and said to come in this morning! This made no impression on the woman at all. She just ignored me by pretending either not to hear me, then started looking in some box files. But credit where it is due, she did it nonchalantly and with style. I went to scrub my hands, and as I returned to take a seat, she extended her muscular right arm and pointed to the seats while nodding her head forward; as if this was a command or an order for me to ‘Sit!” Hehe!

A lady came out an hour or so later and spoke to the assembled patients, but I could not make out what she was saying, so I asked the lady next to me. She had addressed us saying it might be a long wait today, as they only had two people on instead of the usual four.

I was summoned next, an hour later. The chap who saw me apologised for the wait was the first thing the man said to me. I replied; No problem, it’s getting told off for coming that I didn’t like! Brave eh? I explained how I get sometimes confused, especially with all the appointments, Emails, the Clinic, the Doctors surgery, District Nurse injections twice daily… He looked on the computer at my page The red line yesterday had turned into two red lines today? And told me I was dead right. Luckily the lady who rang me recorded what happened on the page. But even he was too fretful to go as far as mentioning anything to the Gruppenfurheress on the reception, and I didn’t blame him either. Oh no!

He took the blood and tested it for the INR Warfarin level, then went to collect the result from the machine in another room and returned. I tried to see what the second red line covered on the computer, but no luck. He advised me that the INR level was still far too small and I would have to continue with the injections from the District nurses. It was at 1.9 now. He injected some into the stomach and gave me six Enoxaparin kits to give to the District Nurse tonight, these would last until the Monday morning stabbing, then I am to return to there again (The DVT Anticoagulation) after the Monday injection from the District Nurse, for more tests.

I still left some nibbles for the staff, though.

Caught a 53 Arnold bus from just outside the premises, and fell asleep on the bus! When I woke, I wondered where the heck I was? Hehe!

Arrived in Arnold and went into the Sainsbury store to see if they had any pod peas in stock. But no, they had not, the naughty store! However, I did spend £31.05… Oh dearie me! Cheap DVD’s, Marmite flatbread, Sheldon’s potato cakes, Rankin Irish potato farls, Smoked cured streaky bacon, Marmite Rice Cakes, Cheddar Wafers (For Sister Jane, but don’t tell her will you?), Beef meteors, Wholemeal flatbread and mini packs of mini cocktail sausages. Oh, and another giant sized potato. A big one too, it would not fit in the saucepan! Haha!

Tsk! I can’t take myself anywhere!)

Out of the store and noticed the mechanical whatever it is on the roof of the British Telecom building across the road had changed shape. Lots of bit missing from how it was last week?

Had a bit of a Dennis Dizzy spell at the bus stop.

I do appreciate my free pensioner’s bus pass. I reckon I’ve saved £8 in bus fares today.

Some other tenants got on the bus en route. Bill and Janet.Back at the flats

Back at the apartments, I caught up with Janet to tell her I would take some DVDs to her flat so she can look at them at her leisure. She was sweating a bit, and she said had not been feeling too good. Janet alighted on the 7th floor, I on the 12th and Mick carried on up to the 14th.

In the flat and I had a wee-wee, a long, painful wee-wee! Got the things put away and collected the carrier bag of DVDs and took them to Mary’s flat. Tried to console the girl a bit, but she apparently needed to get her head down and rest. I gave her my number, telling her I would be in now all night and not worry about calling if she felt ill. Poor thing did look like she was suffering too. I’ll call on her in the morning.

Back to the mini-flat and pondered on when or if the District Nurses would call me. They said they would call before coming to make sure they were still needed to hypodermically prod-me. (Laugh, go on, laugh! Hehe!)

I decided to get rid of the new phone and replace it with the old one. I know I can walk around with the new one in my hand, but this advantage is negated by the old one’s big letters, better sound and a red light that flashed when a call comes in so can see it when I have the headphones on. It has a louder ring too. I’ll give this new one away if I find someone in need.

When I got back to the flat, knowing that the Obergruppefurheresses had gone home for the weekend, I called the NCH alarm line, and mentioned about Mary not feeling well, and if they get an alert call from her, would they please respond immediately. I thought they might be annoyed with me bothering them, but the lady thanked me and said she would let Obergruppenfurher Dean and Gruppenfurher Julie know about Mary’s condition. That cheered me up a bit. I did a battery check with them at the same time. Afterwards, I remembered I’d done one yesterday. Tsk!

Onto the computer to update this diary. The Grammarly programme is playing up again and causing much delay and frustrations. Grr!

Updated the calendar with the new appointments.

Went into the kitchen to make a mug of tea and get the Health Checks carried out.

I seem to be fauchling everything I try to do today. Tsk!

The check figures were so good, I had to take a photograph of the machine’s results to show here.

Brilliant what? The pulse down to 76 was very encouraging. The temperature was 35° dead on.

Shame I was depressed at having to wait for the District Nurses to call me, and I assume it will be around eleven by the time they come, so as to match the 12-hour gap between treatment? Hey-ho!

1830hrs: The Nursing people rang asking what the situation was. I explained the doctor gave me six syringes for them to use until Monday morning, when I have to go to the QMC, hopefully catching the 0930hrs bus. She told me to speak with the nurses about this when they arrive later tonight, she had no idea what time this would me though. Oh dearie me!

Being as had to stay awake, I went on WordPress reading and then, Facebook to keep me from nodding off. Tut!

Tim Price wrote a song in his comment for my Thursday post: I reckon it is brilliant! He tells me: Tell folks to sing it to the tune of the Beatle’s “A Day in a Life.”

“I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?” is a perfect intro line for a song I’m calling “A Day in the Life of Inchy”.

“I was in great pain, and yet high spirits today oh boy
A lucky man standing by the Methodist Church
Thinking I should be rather sad
I just had to laugh

And took a photograph
Out the kitchen window, mind your houses and cars
Off to Sherringham for shots, so quick, but no times had changed
Nicole, the nurse, stood and stared
Trying to stop my blood that flowed
She wasn’t really sure
We just talked until it stopped. Oh lord

I had a Whoopsiedangleplop today oh boy
The phone went off a dingling and a dangling
T’was the nurse bitching about my ambling
“You’re not in your Flat?” I turned away
But I just had to look, I didn’t have the book
I’d love to turn you off

Got back, and had a Weeee!
Refreshing and accident-Free!
I went back out and had a cup
The doorbell rang, and I noticed it was late
The next nurse was at 2020
Found her extra cuddly, a twinkle in her eye
She had a firm, tight end that was smokin’ hot
Then she poked me in the tummy, and I came out of my dream… Tsk!”

I think that sums a day in Inchies life fairly well.

Went to put the large potato in the oven to cook, cause I believe that it might take about three hours? Then I have to burn my fingers cutting in in half and scraping out the flesh, bashing in with some cheese and putting the mix back in the husks.

Guess what I found… Isn’t life hard? Hehe!
I’d left the potato farls in the tray from last night – they rather overcooked.

Got onto Facebook eventually.

Tried to do some TFZ graphicalisations.

Managed two of them, so tired now

Rather pleased with how they came out, though.

Then the door chime rang out. IT was the nurse.

Then the difficulties came to the fore.

Written on the boxes of the ready-loaded hypodermics the doctor gave me to hand to the nurses: It was written for only one a day and not two!

Betty rang her control, and after much discussion, she recorded that I was happy for her to give me second one today, and did so.

Off she almost ran, well she did run as she departed.

I checked the potato in the oven, and my finger went through the skin. Tsk, Accifauxpa time again!

Updated this diary to here, and got the nosh sorted.

All the effort to make the cheesy potatoes and the burning of the finger was well worth it for once. Very tasty! 9.3/10 rating.

I thought I could manage two desserts today, but had to do with one, after I spotted the other one was out of its sell-by date! Huh!

Sat down, put the TV on and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Inchcock Today – Thur 15th 2017: Hospital again for INR test and injections. Well, it gives me someone to talk to!

/ Inchie / 9 Comments

Thursday 15th June 2017

Xhosa (Bantu ethnic group of Southern Africa mainly found in the Eastern Cape, South Africa, and in the last two centuries throughout the southern and central-southern parts):

NgoLwesine 15 Juni 2017

0430hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in minutes, on the way to the Porcelain Throne. Bloody and a slightly painful session. Duodenal Donald flowed freely, Anne Gyna was giving me warning signs and the tummy was twinging in places it had never twinged before. Dizzy Dennis put in an appearance too! Tsk! Worra start!

The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?

Got the paperwork for the QMC visit later, must not miss the 0930hrs bus into town. I want to drop off some nibbles and raffle prizes at the Winwood Community Shed for the Tenants Social Hour, as once again, medicationalistical appointments prevent me from attending! Humph!

Off for a wee-wee. Then I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Looked okay to me: Sys 163, Dia 69, Pulse 80, Temp’ 34.9 and Weight 14.7

Another wee-wee.

Computer activated, and diaries worked on. Oh, dear! Email from the surgery, telling me they have made an appointment for today at 0830hrs for an INR test, a new prescription is ready to collect from the chemists, and I have to make an appointment today to see my doctor and a ‘Specialist’. Mmm?

So, a change of plans needed, what do I do about the QMC? I’ll ask at the surgery.

Had to close everything down to get ready and off to the surgery in time – Tsk! A rushed ablutioning session and dressed up all nice and fresh. Forgot all about the tummy pains as I hurried around in a panic getting things sorted; Swapped the nibbles for the nurse’s nibbles. Changed the paperwork and set off to the lift, where I had to return to check the flat to see if I’d left anything turned on or off that shouldn’t be. Tut!

Met Frank and his much better half (14th-floor tenants) outside, as she was being lifted for a day out by here daughter. Wish her all the best, and after she’s gone, I ask… Roy, 4Thur04that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!

Along Chestnut Walk and to the glass recycling bin dropped of some jars.

Gorgeous weather, not too warm and no winds or signs of rain.

4Thur05Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.

The greenery was heartwarming as I saw the new growths battling though.

Down to the end and onto Mansfield Road and up and over the hill, down into Carrington and the first call of the day, at the Sherringham Surgery and the nurse Carena… I think that is 4Thur06her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.

The weather continued to be fine and almost cheer making with the lack of wind.

Just over the hill, a much dreaded and feared Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came passed me and was within inches of hitting me!

By the time I got the camera out, he had disappeared from view altogether? He was moving at a high rate of knots, bless his cotton socks.

Got to the Sherringham Surgery in plenty of time, booked in and took a seat, 20 minutes before the appointment time – and was called in by the nurse (Come to think of it now as I type this, I think her name is Nicole) in about three minutes. It has its advantages being on the At Risk Register and on Red Watch, or is that Red Alert? Whatever, I’ve certainly being seen as a priority these last few days. That red bar across my page on their computer screen is working wonders. Haha!

4Thur11She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!

She made a good job of covering it afterwards. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her for the help and dropped some nibbles off for the reception staff as I limped out of the surgery. (The feet were really singing now, after all the hobbling in the last three day, to and from hospital DVT and Anticoagulation and the surgery)

I limped down into Carrington and the Chemist to collect the mystery prescription that I knew nowt about. It turned out to be some new Warfarin tablets, so that was good.

Out and meandered up and into the Lidl store. Where I invested in some nibble bars to hand out in thanks, a large baking potato, mini Weiner sausages, tomatoes and a bar of almond nut brittle as a treat for myself. Even bravely used the self-serve counter again.

Out and to the bus stop, thinking how much I appreciated the free bus pass as I waited for the arrival of one to take me back into Sherwood, as the tootsies were worse than ever now… Whoopsiedangleplop time again! It dawned on me that it was far too early for me to utilise the pass! So I set off on a limp back along Mansfield Road with its hill, into Sherwood. Humph!

4Thur08By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?

Unaccountably content, I was. Good thoughts were permeating through my mind.

I pressed on eventually arriving in Sherwood proper and the shops.

4Thur09I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.

Out and on my way to visit Wilko and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop and the phone burst into life.

It was the District Nurse wanting to know why I was not in the flat. Oh dearie me!

I tried to apologise and explain the problems I’m having with me receiving instruction for the Queens Medical DVT, the Anticoagulation there, the surgery and the District nurses. Which didn’t all agree or marry with each other… A long silence, a noisy Tut, and she told me “I’ll have to call on some else who is in and return to you if I get the time later” The phone went dead. I think I’m in trouble with her now. And she is about to give me injections in the stomach too! Huh!

My previous unexpected short-lived air of confidence, nay, almost contentment and hope dissolved into the ether, to be supplanted with anxiety, worry and apprehension with a twinge of trepidation. Yes, I was depressed again now. Grumph!

Morosely I called into the Wilko store but bought nothing. Then up the hill to the Nottingham Hospice Shop and got a little mug.

To the bus stop and checked the bus times, the next one not being for 40 minutes, I carried on up over the hill and down the  Woodthorpe Grange Park gates and up the footpath hill.

En route I found some pleasure and almost enjoyed it when I took these photographs while standing under the Chestnut Trees near the walkway.

4Thur10

To the top of the hill and down to the entrance to the flats.

Got in just in time for an accident-free wee-wee! Haha!

Put the bits bought away, and tablets into the drawer then got podding some garden peas to cook later, and the District Nurse (A different one again) arrived. I actually should have died on the spot, with her obviously well-honed and perfected look of… what’s the word, er… erm…  detestation, or maybe odium would best describe it, should have melted me on the spot. It deserved it, especially as she adopted a smile at the same time. I couldn’t help but think she could replace Teresa May without any problem. She was not happy but did seem to cheer up a bit as a semi-curl came on her lips as dug the hypodermic into my well endowed flobby belly. Hahaha! I’m exaggerating for fun of course. Am I? Hehe!

I thanked her, Dare I not, do so?

She said someone would come in the morning around 1000hrs as she did not know if I was to have any more Enoxaparin injections or not but would find out. Oh dear! I was not brave enough to ask her if anyone was going to call tonight to ‘Do-me’.

05Thu12The day suddenly went a bit dark?

I wondered if this was an omen of some sort? 

I got onto the computer and updated this diary to here.

Had a wee-wee.

Another long day then, without much sleep. And, no watching the TV for fear of not hearing the District Nurse if she does arrive, and will it be 2200hrs again. Oh dearie me.

05Thu12aMade another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.

Rang Sister Janet to see how she is.

She had problems of her own but lovingly seemed more interested in mine.

Checked the Emails, and had got some in support from the TFZer gals. Nice that!

Then tried to catch-up with the WordPress reading.

There is a lot of it to catch up on after having to rush out this morning.

Had a wee-wee.

Had a call from the QMC Anticoagulation Floor D. The lady was hard to hear, but I’m sure that we agreed that the Enoxaparin Injections must continue, although the INR level had risen a bit. I have to go into the QMC for tests in the morning. Busy lad ain’t I! Hehe!

I will send an Email now to the surgery, so they know.

Had a wee-wee.

Put the news on and listened through the headphone. So many people still missing from the horrendous fire in London. Feeling a bit down again now. The flats are still burning!!! The officials are assuring us that the residents will be rehoused locally if that is what they want.

Sent the Email to the surgery.

Did some Facebook catch up, at last?

05Thu12cGot the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.

Sudden flatulence, danger recognised, got to the Porcelain Throne; only just in time.

Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly. Cleaned me and every else up, and returned to the dying room… Sorry, living room. (Understandable mistake how I’m feeling. Hehehe!) Luckily there was nothing on the plate to get cold, an hour later, when I got around to eating it, any appetite I had left, had vanished. I threw most it away.

Missed a call on the phone, fumbled with it and got to a message that had been left. T’was a nurse asking me to confirm whether or not I’d had an Enoxaparin injection this afternoon and rang her back on a number. I rang back, but got a message about Not being available on this figure?

Duodenal Donald kept my attentions for a while. Then the phone rang again. The nurse with a few questions for me. Said she would arrive at 2000hrs to stick me with the hypo. I thanked her and had a sit-down, as it had been a horrendously long day, no sleep and full of ups and downs.

5Fri032020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and firm appealing rear end) arrived. Set about looking at the record of injections, she made a call to someone. Then explained she has to go nd return later at 2200hrs because it is too early and dangerous to give one yet. I had a feeling that somehow this was my fault because I got confused with the timing?

Feeling very drained now, I put the TV on with subtitles and watched the news until the nurse returned at 2220hrs to give me the treatment.

Thanked and confirmed that no treatment was needed for the morning and they will know the results from the DVT clinic at the QMC and whether I’ll need them to carry on with the Enoxaparin injections tomorrow night. We’ll see.

A long frustrating wearing day and I ain’t well. Humph! Hehe!