Inchcock Today – Mon 18 Mar 2019: The day started well, blood test, went for a marathon hobble and regretted it later. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 18

Monday 18th March 2019

Maori: Rāhina 18 o Maehe 2019

23:45hrs. There was obluctation from the body when the brain told me to get up. Not because of the ailments, just a general reluctance to rise and face whatever the day held for me. I didn’t move for a few minutes, despite a wee-wee demanding me to.

I pondered: The visit today for the blood test, must get some work done on sorting out the kitchen, I’ll take a walk to the Mary Potter Health Clinic to make sure I know where it is and the layout for Thursday’s Leg Ulcer appointment. Buy some bread. Don’t forget to take the nibble treats for the medical staff. The shower tiles need cleaning… thankfully, many of these brave, but rejectionable ideas faded, and I rose to get the wee-wee tended to. Hardly needed to have bothered, it was just a weak trickle.

1Mon02I had a check of the pins (legs) while in the wet room. The knees looked better than they have for ages. The remnant of the leg ulcer had cleared up even more, and the fluid retention has gone down a lot. Tsk! I’m going to look a right clot when I go to the centre on Thursday, with legs that will look like there is nothing wrong with them!

The mind was a little vague this morning, concentrating was not easy. Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

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1Mon07Wd BLACK Where I found last nights medicine pot with the tablets still inside, I’d missed taking them. Klutz! I just imbibed the Warfarin and Magnesium along with the morning doses.

Made a brew of tea, and got on with updating yesterday’s blog. Finished, I sent it off to WordPress.

Visited the Porcelain Throne. A somewhat reluctant evacuation, still a messy one though. Read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography while I waited for the movement.

Got the ablutions sorted out. Although the legs looked less blown-up, it was another battle to lift the still heavy things enough to get the PPs and socks on? Made sure the HC readings and INR Dose sheet were in the pocket.

I thought I’d have a hobble into town after the limp to Carrington and the Doctors. I took the second Medications, in case I am not home in time. Checked that the nibbles were already in the bag.

08:06hrs: I set off out into the not too bad looking morning, dropping off the bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door.

Made my way thr1Mon07aough the maze of works on Chestnut Way.

Wd BLACK The spirits sank an iota when a Paramedic Response car came on site, passed me by and went to Woodthorpe Court!

I pressed a smidge despondently along to the end of the Way and turned right down Winchester Street.

1Mon07cThe sky looked to me, to be beautiful if a tad threatening.

I walked down the hill, with the mind having one of its storming sessions. Worries, fears, hopes, needs all fighting each other to get prominence of place in my poor demented brain’s acknowledgement department, that was struggling to cope before the brainstorm began! Huh! I certainly did not want to put up with conceptualising, or even recognising my problems at that moment!

1Mon07dWd BLACK I got an immediate release from the worries when I got onto Mansfield Road and began to walk up the hill. An uncaring, antisocial, inconsiderate, antagonistic, indifferent, animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist passed by far too close-to-me, and sped off, weaving around other pedestrians at speed. The scumbag was probably unaware of the results of his threatening and illegal (but no one is interested) actions affected others. Fehl!

Wd BLACK A1Mon08 couple of hundred yards further up the hill, and another Scumbag Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist flew by me.I’m afraid this one got to me, he was even closer to hitting me, and let out a verbal utterance, “Go forth and multiply!” but using fewer words. Luckily, I was wise enough to speak in a voice that ensured he could not hear me, just to avoid the fit young man doing so, and knocking the-hell out of me. Hehe! I was momentarily cheered when I saw the car pulling out of a driveway, and immediately prayed that it would hit the primate riding the bike. But, no such luck! Tsk!

Over the brow of the hill and down the hill into Carrington. I got in the Sherringham Park Medical Practice, and being in plenty of time for what I thought was my 09:00hrs appointment, and, having hobbled there in less than 55 minutes, I felt almost proud of myself and adopted my ‘Smug-Mode!’

Wd BLACK The look the young receptionist gave me, you know, that sort of sideways glance, assisted by the unspoken,  ‘Poor old fart’, expression! Followed by her sympathetic sounding words; “Oh, Mr Chambers, you will have a long wait, your appointment isn’t until 0950hrs with Nurse Ann!” As the realisation that I’d boobed again sank in, I found myself replying, nonchalantly, “No problem, I have my crossword book with me”. I smiled weakly, as the self-chastising words in my head burst forth, making me feel such a fool. A right Schlub!

I got seated and doing the puzzles. But only for about five minutes or so, and my beloved Nurse Nichole arrived and called out my name. She had seen my name come up when I logged in at the reception on the computer, and her next patient had not yet arrived, so she could hurriedly fit me in for the blood taking, to save me waiting. Now, this kind of lovely action brought me back to a much better mood! How thoughtful she is ♥. She took the blood in record time, still managing to natter to me a little, which was also appreciated. I asked her about the name of the thing I have to ask for at the Mary Potter Leg- Ulcer Clinic on Thursday. It was a ‘Glide’. I handed out the nibbles, and thanked everyone, and departed. Setting off on the second and longest part of the marathon hobble, into the city.

1Mon08aJust by the traffic island junction with Gregory Boulevard, I spotted some new life forcing its way through in the hedging. Bootiful!

As I tackled the steepest part of Mansfield Road, passing the Rock Cemetery, the feet, not the legs, began to become my most painful problem. Gawd, they were stinging, even the toes! But I did nit at this time regret making the marathon hobble. I felt with my not getting any decent walks in for ages, it was needed. It was only the plates-of-meat that complained about it. Hehe!

1Mon15I veered off down Huntingdon Street and called in the Lidl store. Where I bought a Melton Mowbray pork pie, German-Smoked cooked meat, part-baked sourdough baguettes, chicken thighs and remembered to get some cornflakes this time. Paid the lady at the checkout, and left to go on a walk-about to take some photographs of the older parts of Nottingham. But the feet objected, so I changed plans, and made my way directly towards the L9 bus stop on Queen Street.

I swear the toosies were getting so bad now, I must have looked like aright cripple to anyone watching me. Wish I’d taken the stick with me now… but that’s me all over, wishing I had done something different. Humph!

As I limped by the end of Clinton Street, I had never seen so few people walking through it in my life ever! It looked rather sad, really.

I ambled along Upper Parliament Street, and many Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists were spotted. But taking any photographicalisation would have meant stopping and starting walking again, and I thought the feet would not like this. Oh, dearie me, they were playing up! That should teach me not to miss having walks regularly whenever I can.

1Mon11I was the only passenger to get on the L9 bus. IT felt a smidge eerie, cause usually there would be a good few others waiting, including some of the Winwood Heights residents, but not today.

At the Victoria Centre bus stop, about twelve did get one, including Elizabeth from the flats. We had a little chinwag, and she told me off for doing the walking, and not demanding better service from the medical people. A right character she is, we all love her to bits.

Arriving back at the flats, with my feet not being in good condition, I got off of the bus last, so as not to delay anyone who might be in need of a wee-wee, up. Haha!1Mon16

Lizzie had shot off ahead by the time I got off. But I gritted my teeth at the pain and managed to take these photographs as I hobbled on and caught up with her. Note the proximity of the roller near the barriers that form our old folk’s temporary footpath, complete with metal legs as obstacles to trip over and the lack of room. Just thought I’d mention it.

We had a good laugh and chinwag and moan en route and in the lift. I like the colour of Elizabeth’s coat. Said our farewells as I got off and Lizzie went up another floor to her flat.

I got in the apartment and set about doing my best to ease the pain from the feet. What a good idea, I thought!

GCB05d Wd BLACK If you had seen the performance in my trying to apply the Surgical Spirit to the feet, you would have thought of a scene from ‘Faulty Towers’ or ‘Some Mother Do Have Them”. I probably went through much more pain applying the mixture, as any pain it might have eased on the feet! In fact, I had to use the picker-upperer stick to affect where I could not reach (which was about 90% of the limbs), I ended up cutting a toe with the edge of the grabber! I spent over an hour doing it, and felt much worse than when I started the job! What a Schmuck of a Zeyde!

My body, mind, concentration and outlook faded fast. I did the Health Checks and took the medication, and got the nosh prepared while I was still awake. The weariness increased abruptly. Humph!

1Mon14The meal was made up of two flat-bottomed buttered tomato cobs, Marmite crisps and cheese buttons, yellow and orange mini-tomatoes, chicken thighs and the last of the mini-chicken sausages. I enjoyed the flavour of this effort, but the tiredness and exhaustion I felt, meant I did not eat it all.

In fact, I fell asleep eating it, waking up some hours later. Moved the amazingly unspilt tray to the side, and drifted off again. Zzz!

Inchcock – Tue 22 Jan 2019: Someone forgot about their Clinic Appointment today. I wonder who? Klutz! Interesting chinwag day though!

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Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 22 Ionawr 2019

01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.

WD0.51.102 As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into2tue05 action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥

As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.

It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.

WD0.51.102 Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!

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2tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!

The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?

Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.

WD0.51.102 I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!

I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.

Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!

Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!

I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)

2tue08Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.

I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.

The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, 2tue07and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!

WD0.51.102 Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)

2tue09WD0.51.102 When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!

2tue10I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.

Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?

I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.

WD0.51.102 Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.

WD0.51.102 As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!

2tue10aI crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!

I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.

WD0.51.102 As I left t2tue11he store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.

By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody 2tue12cnear for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.

I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.

2tue11aWD0.51.102 As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.

Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!

2tue12aWD0.51.102 As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!

Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.

Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?

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Or he may be too busy to bother?  He has a lot on his plate at the moment: 

  • His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
  • His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
  • Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
  • He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
  • His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
  • He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
  • When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
  • He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
  • But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!

Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.

2tue12bI got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.

Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for m2tue12de! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.

1mon32I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.

I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.

Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.

To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!

More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.

2tue12eUp and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.

Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!

I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.

WD0.51.102 While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!

Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!

4Thu001aI woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!

I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.

For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!

I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!

Inchcock – Tue 11th Dec 2018: Woke with my brain in overdrive: but it soon readopted its usual lethargic, puzzled, sluggish, frazzled, enfeebled mode.

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Willmott-Dixon, new Supervisor keeps an eye out. Hehe!

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Tuesday 11th December 2018

Uzbec: 2018 yil 11 Dekabr Seshanba Kuni

00:50hrs: I was dreaming something about semi-transparent alien Traffic Wardens on Huntingdon Street in Nottingham, as I sprang into life. Boy, was the brain going at it again? The Brexit deal, the starving people of the planet. How did France get away with stealing the World Cup from Croatia? The end of the world. My hearing aids, playing up. The Weevils… so many irrelevancies and obiter dicta were bounding about in my head. I felt as though I spent hours considering and pondering over so many subjects, without any conclusions of course. A lot of things I could not even understand, describe, relate to or digest. Most of which I could do nothing about, anyway. I was mentally exhausted by the time things had calmed down in the bone-dome.

I really must tell the nurse about these early and getting more frequent morning spells of mind cogitabund departures from mind control. I can live the odd one, but they seem to be increasing weekly now.

Anyway, when I got back into semi-control of things, I realised only a few minutes had passed since I awoke?

Looking at my new-to-me £2 second-hand watch with its £10 new strap for the time. I noticed the papules on the left hand, were seemingly grown lighter and some of them may have disappeared altogether? Int life fun! Hehe!

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I got my heavy, cumbrous midriff from the £300 pound rusty, rickety recliner, and made my way to the wet room for an SSWW. (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee). I found only one dead Weevil in there this morning? Were they really on the decline at last? I checked the spare room and could see none at all! I still gave the places a spray of the Santex Bug Killer, part, out of habit, and partly to be on the safe side. These illegal alien-immigrants had fooled me before. I must find out where the other chap with a new infestation lives and see how he is going with his attackers.

Warfarin Blood Test this morning. Unfortunately at 10:20hrs. Which means I’ll be too shattered to do much by the time I get back to the flat. Not getting any cleaning up done lately. Mind you, the situation is eased with the thought that I have got electricians calling to do prep-work for the installation of Video Door entry Intercom this month. Another thing, I have to Email them to arrange a day for this job. I can opt for 8am to 12pm or afternoon 12pm to 4pm the letter says. They will do the fitting in January.  Then the prep work for the sprinkler system has to be done, then the fitting of that. Then the new Fire alarm, same thing, two visits.

Can you imagine the mess they are going to make? No point in cleaning up I don’t think. I’ll have to pay someone to redecorate after they have all done, get new carpets as well after the plasterer destroyed my new carpeting. When I tried to Email him, Nick Jone, Project Liaison Officer, it told me he is not in his office? I’ll ask Warden Deana or Julie if they might ring them for me. IF, I remember to.

I got the Health Checks sorted.

2Tue052Tue02fTook the medications and got the creams ready to use later when I get the ablutions done.

Got the computer on and updated yesterdays post. Eventually getting it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I got the nibbles into the bag for the nurses and chemist staff. I must remember to fetch my prescriptions too. Went on the WP reader section. Then made a start on creating this days diary.

2Tue0708:00hrs Ablutions tended to.

Spotted someone letting off steam? Hehe! So I took a photograph.

Down, out, and to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

2Tue08aObersturmführeress Warden Deana and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie were both working in their mini-office.

I got a smile from them both when I cracked a joke.

I asked if they would call for me, about the electrical prep work being done for the new intercom being set-up, as when I tried the Email address given, Google told me there was no such address? Deana said someone else had had the same problem, and when they rang for her, the phone was not answered. She will try later.

Glad to see that the stun-gun cabinet was locked. Only joking! Hahaha!

Got on the crossword book. Slowly, other residents arrived, and a few chinwags and laughs were enjoyed. Nibbles handed out in the form of chocolate coins.

2Tue10Out to the bus stop. Caught the L9 down to Mansfield Road, and hobbled along towards Carrington to the surgery.

It looked a tad bleak out there. But being late in the day (for me) the place seemed positively busy compared to my usual timing of around about 0615hrs for this journey. 

2Tue10aWD128.0.0 Passing the library, this animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me from behind and made me jump a little. The Swine!

I plodded up and over the hill and down to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.

WD128.0.0 As I walked through into the car park, a large looking black Porche utility type vehicle was reversing out, (which a sign tells drivers not to do!) He came within inches of hitting me and didn’t even see me as I sidestepped out of his path. But, I was in a good mood, so I didn’t get all uptight about it. I thought if I gave him a dirty look, that should suffice. But I’m sure he still didn’t even know I was there! Oy Vey!

I got in the surgery and logged on. Sat down with the crossword book. It was not long before the nurse came to call me in – Nurse Nichole!

We had a good chinwag, again thanks to the blood not being too keen on stopping it’s flow after she took the sample. I forgot all about the notes I had in my pocket with questions to ask her about my poorly-spell and the papsules. She does that to a man does Nurse Nichole with her distracting sweet smile. Bless her! Gave her Christmas pressies for her and Nurse Ann, thanked her and departed to the reception where I dropped off some nibbles for them on their desk.

Out and off to the Chemists to confirm the date of my next prescription pick-up. I know I asked them last week, but I’m blown if I can find where I wrote it down? Klutz!

Called in the Lidl shop and had a good wander around and nosey. I came out with Orange juice, sour worms, mature Stilton, Assam tea (I didn’t need this, but they only had one box left, so I took it), tomatoes and Scottish Morning Rolls.

2Tue11I paid at the self-serve tills without any bother and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood.

The sun kept trying to come out now.

At the bus stop over the road, where a few other Winwood Heights residents.

Had a little chinwag with them, while we waited for the arrival of the L9 bus.

Up to the flats, I walked back with Doreen, another natter enjoyed.

2Tue11aGot in the flat, had an SSWW, did the Health Checks and got the nosh on the go.

I thought that this looked so appealing as well.

WD128.0.0 It did not go down very well at all. The fodder seemed okay, but it tasted all wrong to me, and I don’t know why? Only the smoked ham was eaten completely, every other part of the meal was chewed at and rejected even the Scottish rolls and seasoned potatoes. Was something amiss here with my palate or innards? Not eating my meals has happened twice in a row now? Nebbish!

I wrapped up the uneaten bulk of the food and bagged it in the waste bin. Washed the cutlery, plate, and tray. It will be interesting to see if I have lost any weight in the morning.

I sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a DVD I bought cheaply last week. It was terrible. Oceans 8 it was called. I could not hear what was being muttered at high speed, and as for following the plot, it would have been easier to learn how to become a brain surgeon on a one-hour internet course! I gave up.

Got the Health Checks done, an SSWW and washed.

Went to make a mug of tea.

Suddenly, as I glanced out of the unwanted new window with the extra thick plastic frames, more panes of glass to clean and drip over everywhere when its raining and you open them, and have a light and view-blocking quality to them… What was I typing… Hehehe!

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Ah, yes, gorrit! I went into a semi-glazed phantasmagoria-like mind-mode. I have no recollection of what yonderly mind-meandering went on in my head – but I know I took this photograph so it must have meant something at the time. Or not?

Next thing I can recall is waking up, straggled over the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, with nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me!

Oh, dearie me!

Inchcock – Tue 4th Dec 2018: Long busy day, hectic almost. But things went from lousy to good today for a change. Yahoo!

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Tuesday 4th December 2018

Sudanese: Salasa 4 Désémber 2018

0345hrs: Woke, full of dreading over my answering the door to a lovely resident lady who had brought me a home-made Chilli, bless her, yesterday; and without my trousers on. I feel humiliated and embarrassed, still.

I extracted my overweight body from the £300 second-hand recliner and off for an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). Only three dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) found in the wet room. I may, just be winning the battle now? Or they have migrated elsewhere?

1Mon06 Got the Health Checks done. Results are creeping up again. Likely due to my embarrassment yesterday.

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Got the nibbles in the bag for the nurse and receptions staff when I go for my early morning Warfarin blood test.

The computer on and updated the Monday post and got it sent off.

Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on this blog.

After half an hour or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrives, so, off to the wet room. A much easier evacuation today.

Updated the Facebook photo albums next, and go on the TFZer site.

Made a start on the page top header graphics, but only had a short time, as I had to get the ablutions tended to, so I can get to the doctors for the odd appointment-time of 07:12 hrs.

2Tue05All done, I gathered the nibbles, made up bags of rubbish to take out with the bag of recyclables. To early to use the chute cause of the noise it makes. Got wrapped up well and set off down.

In the lobby downstairs, the scaffolding and covering were now all gone. I think the workers may have been removing dangerous stuff, asbestos maybe, but I’m 2Tue06not sure. The workers might have made access for the sprinkler system and or alarm system?

By Jiminee it was nippy out there this morning.

I had to take care on the slippy road and pavement as I made my way along to and right down Winchester Street.

2Tue08aI still managed to almost slip over on the grass on the corner. Schlemiel! 

It felt a little eerie as I plodded down the road in the mist and patches of ice, with little traffic and two pavement cyclists on the other side of the road.

I got to the bottom and turned right along Mansfield Road.

2Tue09The new restaurant ‘The Pudding PAntry’ come bar over on the opposite side, seemed to me to look very American? Nowt wrong with that mind.

I wondered how long it would be before the poor owners went bankrupt and closed down, like so many before they had?

Another closed-down retail takeaway and eat-in food unit a little 2Tue10further on down the road, on my side, looked a pitiable sight, indeed. Whoever owned it kept it nice and clean and attractive, I didn’t think that their prices were too high. Still, they went out of business.

I checked my new second-hand watch, it was 0635hrs, so I had plenty of time to get to the Sherrington Park MEdical Practise on time, so I slowed up, and nosied around on my hobble up 2Tue10athe hill. There so many pavement cyclists about, I didn’t bother to picture them with my camera.

1Mon06 One cyclist caught my eye, even though he was on the roadway. It doesn’t show up well on the photo, but he was wobbling about precariously. But the thing was, he had on dark clothing and no lights at all. Just a reflector, with was one for the front not back!

2Tue11The bus driver was patiently keeping behind him until the cyclist began to totter a lot more, the driver gave him a little pap on his horn. So the cyclist just road onto the pavement. Tsk!

Down the hill, I noticed the partial moon had a planet or something, seemed to be shadowing the moon? Whatever it was, appeared to be rectangular in shape? Ah-well!

I arrived too early for the appointment at the surgery. So I walked into the outer entrance and sat down with the crossword book. I went through the clues I had not managed to get on the previous ten puzzles or so. I got one of them. Thick? Me? Yes!

The receptionist came and unlocked the inner door, and I entered. Greeting the woman with an as cheerier smile as I could muster; because the gal looked a little stressed to me. Nice woman. We chatted a bit, then  I took my seat, and tried to do some crosswords again. I got just one more answer. Tsk!

My heart was warmed when it was Nurse Nichole that called me later. A quick nattering session was enabled, due to the haemoglobin not wanting to stop flowing after she took the blood sample. Nichole’s Weevil problem was seeming to relent a little for her. She also noticed the rectangular shape of whatever was next to the moon in the sky, on her way to work earlier. I gave her her Christmas present and some nibbles, and left a bag for the office girls and out into the still nippy, but dry weather.

2Tue11aThe traffic had increased as it neared the rush-hour.

1Mon06 By the time I had got to Mapperley Hall Drive, just a few hundred yards away, no less than four Pavement Cyclist has shot by me at high-speed and close proximity. Grrr! I seriously considered pushing the next one 2Tue11cinto the traffic, but calmed down seconds later, and called myself a few names in retribution for my thoughts.

Over the hill and I plodded down into Sherwood. I took this ‘Moody’ photo of the oncoming traffic, from as far as the eye could see.

1Mon06 Another Nottinghamian, perhaps even a Sherwoodian Pavement Cyclist came close as he belted up the hill on the footpath. He’d was a big strong lad, he must have been to be going uphill at such speed. So, I said nowt’ to him! Lily-livered coward that I am!

I called in the Continental Food Store and came out with a large tomato, some expensive but jolly-nice continental bread, pickled peas and mushrooms, a croissant for Cyndy and some orange flavoured chocolate wafers for Jenny and Frank. Ten-pound less well of after paying up, I left and up the road.

I turned right and up the Winchester Street hill. At the bottom near the car park, this horrible, nasty, uncaring, ignorant excuse for a human being with boils, I wouldn’t wonder, if a Pavement Cyclist was as close to hitting me as was possible without hitting me. He’s been free-wheeling down the footpath on the incline!

2Tue12 But this discourteous, disrespectful, ill-bred, ill-mannered, impertinent, impolite, rude, inconsiderate, thoughtless, uncivil, insolent, antisocial, shameless, contemptible, deplorable, despicable, abhorrent, swinish, ungracious, rat-finkling, boil on humanity, intimidatory ruffian, badass bully, abhorrent-arse, plebian, dangerous, vindictive, threatening, obnoxious, pestilent, crutch-rubbing, tatterdemalion tit-head of low-life crap, didn’t bother me! Much!

2Tue12aBy the time I’d struggled up the hill, with I’d like to add, no bother from Anne Gyner or Arthur Itis, just the poor old bent ankle and right hallux pains; the sun was fighting its way through.

It shone on my beloved Woodthorpe Court making it even more appealing to me. The other reason that enticed me was the wet room that was waiting on the twelfth floor, for me to pass an SSWW! Hehe! Which I did as soon as I got inside.

Did the Health Checks and tool the midday medications a little early, but still.

2Tue12bI got the fodder put away. I didn’t need any today anyway, apart from the bread to go with the Chilli that Penny had made for me.

I transferred the beef chilli from Penny’s [pot to a saucepan. Washed it and wrapped it in a kitchen towel. Got the sweet lady’s Christmas presents and nibbles and went to her flat. Luckily she was in. I mentioned last evenings visit when she kindly brought me the meal, and she saw nothing untowards. Boy, was I relieved!

Thanked here and back to the flat… 1Mon06!!! About a mile I’d guess, from the flat, there was a massive load of smoke in the distance. I clicked away with the camera. The smoke kept going one way and then the other in the changing wind. After a while I saw the blue lights beyond the trees nearby to the, I assumed, fire?

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Made a start on updating this blog.

I got to see one of the photos on the web! The Nottingham Evening Post used one.

Nottingham Post online

A spokesman for Nottinghamshire Fire and Rescue Service said: “We received a call reporting smoke in the area at 8.49am.

“This turned out to be a rubbish fire in the garden of a vacant property on Burlington Road, Sherwood.

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“One fire crew from Arnold attended and used one hose reel to extinguish the fire. The incident had been dealt with by 9.26am.”

2Tue15bWhen I got on WordPress, I was surprised to wee (really apt typing error there, Haha!) I meant, to see how many locations had viewed my Monday Post?

The UK, US, Australia and Canada usually. Today I got Switzerland 2, India, Spain and Brazil.

Great… I think?

I went on Facebook to update with the new photographicalisations from today on the albums.

Getting late for me now, I could sense the usual afternoon confusions coming on.

2Tue15cHealth Checks and nosh prepared.

The beef chilli went down superbly with some of the continental bread. Thanks, Jenny. ♥

Tummy all full and warm now.

I put on the Tremors 5 DVD, and after several nod-offs, I gave up trying to watch it. Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tue 30 Oct 2018: No Hot Water in the flat – Weevils – Blood Test – Stayed awake for the NCH repair chap, no show – Virgin Internet goes down – Worra flipping day!

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Tuesday 30th October 2018

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 30 Dàmhair 2018

WD0.51.102 2330hrs: As the brain joined the obese, pudgy body into a life of sorts, it brought the usual agitations, anxiousnesses and apprehensive worries along with it for me to contemplate and fret over for a while. Which I did, and was getting nowhere in finding solutions or deviations to avoid my getting all het-up and neurotic over… But, the good old innards helped me out, by summoning me urgently to the Porcelain Throne, thus allowing me to concentrate on the urgency of this need, and forget the earlier mind-bending incomprehensible mishmash of worrying introspections. 

Of course, this meant tackling the task of removing my overly-ample body from the £300 second-hand recliner. Which went well… WD0.51.102 up until I got to the stage of standing upright. Dizzy Dennis arrived, and I almost ballerina’d around in slow motion for a few seconds, with my dangly arms flailing out trying to find something to grab onto, to support myself as I tried to regain my balance. Thank heavens for the Hopewells 1963 G-Plan cabinet!

2Tue02fA few moments after this, Dizzy Dennis departed, and I made my unsteady way to the wet room. The evacuation was excellent, although, tending back towards a more fluid content again. What got to me here was…

 WD0.51.102 I’d better explain first: Yesterday, I cleaned the bowls and put a new Bloo Cistern Block in. When I flushed this morning, I got splashes of the blue liquid on the inside, and outside of the bowl, also on my legs, such was the force of the spray. Never had this happen before, it’s usually the other way around and ineffectively weak flushing, and the refill of the cistern can take ten-fifteen2Tue08a minutes. I got the blue stains off of the bowl, floor, my legs, and feet okay. But, the two splashes on the underside of the WC lid, would not come out or off completely. Flash spray, bleach, Mould Spray and a scouring pad all failed. The blotches on the inside of the cover are fainter now, but for some reason, they still annoy me. Ha! Funny innit!

Washed-up, and off to do the Health Checks next.

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Made a brew and took the medications. I now had either a Sanmex, Rentokil or Raid bug spray located in each room.

2Tue03So, off I went with a reserve can in my pocket, on my first semidiurnal Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug reconnaissance patrol. In the kitchen first. I saw no Weevils at all for the first time ever since their illegal immigration. So, I moved a stand of drawers away from the wall. Ah, there they were, mostly adults lying there in the uncleaned for months, dirt. (Hehe!) A spray around and they all disappeared, but I know not where to? They were very quick movers!

2Tue04Then to the spare room. Again live adults found lurking. Big uns too! Sprayed again, after having a chinwag asking them if they would please move into another flat for me. Hehehe!

Back to the wet room and only found small weevils, all dead.

No LadyBugs were seen at all anywhere. I wonder if they have left or died, and this might be the cause for the reappearance of the adult Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle’s?

2Tue05Back to the kitchen to replace the gone-cold mug of tea.

WD0.51.102 The tap (faucet) hot water was going cold? Oh, dearie me!

I took this photograph, up and to the right of the unwanted view and light-blocking new window. It shows Big John’s balcony, he’s up late!

Got the computer on to start updating and finishing off the Monday Review, and had to return to the Porcelain Throne once again. It was a bit messier this time. But I did put down the lid before flushing, then cleaned off the new Bloo splashes straight away.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday post finished at last, and it sent off.

I went on the WordPress Reader Section, then answered all of my comments received. They were both humorous ones.

Made a start on this blog.

Then I went on TFZer Facebooking.

The hot water has not come back on yet? Could be difficult getting a wash and shave later, I’d better get the saucepans and kettle filled readily.

Messy lengthy time-taking ablutions sorted… well, in a fashion! Boiling water, using the kitchen sink to shave at, making a general mess that I did not have time to clear-up, cause I had to get off to the Warfarin Blood Test for 0900hrs. Got myself ready and took a black bag to the waste chute on the way out.

2Tue09Out onto Chestnut Walk and took this picture of the three courts with what is to be named Winwood Heights.

As I passed the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers, and visitors tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from. Tales of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug reconnaissance patrols corner, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, I thought it would be a little early to report hot water not working, yet.

I turned down Winchester Street. You remember the funny looking boots from Monday (on the left below)? Well, they have now been deposited in a black-bag-lined oil drum. More updates when they arrive! Haha!

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2Tue10aI got a move-on (for me, like!) and seemed to be doing well speed-wise.

Not much traffic in Sherwood.

I soon found myself over the top of the hill and walking down towards Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practice surgery.

WD0.51.102 The feet felt they were on fire with the pain, both corns and the callus were stinging awful!

They eased off a lot when I got sat down and the crossword book out. After spending what seemed ages on the puzzles, I looked at my posh new-to-me second-hand £2 wristwatch I got from the charity shop… I think I had made a mistake about the appointment time, cause it was well-passed 0900hrs, now. But, it mattered not, for it was Nurse Nichole who came to fetch me to have my blood taken. The heart beat faster! And all other thought drifted off into the ether!

We had a natter and a laugh and handed the nibbles with a Christmas Present in case I don’t see her again until then. Thanked her. And gave her a cuddle and kiss… Well, in my dreams, Hahaha! Handed some nibbles for the reception staff, I left them on their counter cause they were all busy.

Out and limped, for I was surely limping with the pain of the corns and callus now. Eizel!

To the Chemists on Mansfield Road in Carrington. Making inquiries of when the next lot of prescriptions would be available. This Friday!

Went to the Lidl store. I got some fresh orange juice, lemon cheesecake cakes (for pressies/nibbles for certain ladies), tomato passata, butterbeans, and two small crusty cobs. Please note: I did not get any seasoned sliced potatoes, Frikadellens, chocolate, cakes for me or biscuits! Smug-Mode Adopted! This dieting is getting me down now. What with no reduction in my weight in spite of it! Grumph!

Caught a bus back into Sherwood and popped in a charity shop to see if they might have a copy of the ‘Negotiator’ DVD film. They had not, but they did have a book titled ‘Dear Fatty.’ IT was a biography of Dawn French. So I bought it, I think she is a tremendous wit!

2Tue11Up to the bus stop at the top of the hill on Mansfield Road.

I was soon back at the flats, thank heavens. The plates-of-meat were not in good condition now.

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The Wardens were a little busy, so I waited. I told them of my having no hot water in the flat. (While secretly hoping it had not come back on while I had been out) – Worry-Mode Adopted!

It seems that I am the only tenant who has this problem. Why am I not surprised? Hahaha!

Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Julie rang the repairs for me. They will be coming to sort me when possible, up to 2200hrs! Oh dear! I gave… no, sorry,  I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

2Tue12Said my cheerios, and back up to the flat. Checked the hot water situation, thankfully it was still not working. Phew!

I could hear noises outside, but not identify what they were being made by.

I took a photo blindly upwards from the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window.

2Tue12aNothing on the photographicalisations showing as to the nature or cause of the noises.

I had a wee-wee, did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Made a brew. Then opened a tin of haricot beans and put them soaking in a saucepan with some balsamic vinegar to flavour them for later… No! That’s wrong, they were butter beans.

I went to draw the unwanted new balconies curtains to take a look out. And found some artwork in the new balcony.

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I got on with updating this blog.

Went on the TFZer Facebook page again to update it with the new pictures I’d taken today while out and in.

2useGot the nosh prepared.

The butter beans boiled in balsamic vinegar tasted nicely on the tongue.

Overall, an 8.2/10 flavour rating score.

Had to boil water in the saucepans and kettle again to do the cleaning up and washing of the few bits that needed washing.

Did the last Health Checks and medications were taken.

Now, I needed to try and stay awake for when the Nottingham City Homes Repair maintenance person arrives to help sort the hot water situation out. But what agrypnotic aids could be applied? Well, no TV or radio, that always sends me off to sleep, and with the headphones on, I would not hear the door chime or telephone if they tried to contact me. This was not going to be easy. I’d already been up for seventeen hours and felt I was not going to be able to stay awake.

I left the door unlocked so they could gain access when they arrived.

3Wed01aI put the TV on, with the CCTV channel showing the front entrance foyer.

Eventually, I nodded off for two hours. I sprang awake, no notes through the door or anything like that, so I assumed they were on their way still. Possibly at an important job somewhere, so patience is essential. Warden Deana did say they will be here by ten o’clock. Which came and went. I didn’t know whether to stay up or not now.

2230hrs: I got up, and did the morning Health Checks. I had no idea if the Repair people help would arrive or not, this late in the day. But dare not nod-off again. Who needs sleep anyway, I’d already had two-hours kip in the last 28hours. Humph!

WD0.51.102 So shattered, only 120 minutes kip in what is now 29 hours. But I felt I ought to stay awake, just in case any assistance did arrive. After all, you can bet they will be up to their necks with calls for help from other tenants.

I made a brew and got the computer on to update this diary.

As the new morning arrived, I was not in good health and to top it all up…

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I’m considering giving up! Hehe!

Inchcock – Tuesday 2nd October 2018: Nurse Nichole in attendance – Nottingham Pavement Cyclist rife… Boll-Weevils counter-attack!

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Tuesday 2nd October 2018

Japanese: 2018年10月2日火曜日

0015hrs: Woke, a different person again. I felt angstful, apprehensive and vulnerable. I vaguely recall dreaming of my past failings and wondered if that had any effect on me?

I lay there in the £300 second-hand recliner, wondering if it would operate and let me out of it this morning. The protuberant bulge, known as my stomach made me cringe – especially when it is compared to my skinny arms and wrists.

2Tue03 I thought about the time of the Warfarin INR blood test, but could not remember it – so I struggled out of the working recliner and got the computer on to check on the Google Calendar. Finding that it only said – Blood Test – awaiting time-confirmation. Oh dear! Then I recalled getting a call from the surgery on my mobile last week when I was out walking, and I thought I wrote down somewhere, to update the calendar later. A forage around found no signs of the writings. Eventually, I had to look at the surgery opening times, because a glimmer in the memory told me the appointment was for 0730hrs, but plainly the centre would not see anyone that early? Aha! Seems on a Tuesday, they now open at 0720hrs! I’ll just go for that time, and take the crossword book with me, in case I’ve made another ‘Inchcock Cock-up’. What a Yutz!

Into the kitchen with the camera to do the Health Checks and assess the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles situation.

I took a picture of the windows, first one with the flash on, second with it off.

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Then got the Health Checks and medications sorted.

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The wee-wees this morning were frequent and short & sharp!

Back to the computer, and started this blog off up to here, then I started the long slog of updating yesterdays diary (Lots of graphics and photos).

Got it finished and posted off. Sent some funnies to Pinterest.

Then had a look at the local news. Glad to report that the fire (kitchen) at our sister flats, Manvers Court turned out with no injuries. Manvers Court Kitchen Fire – No injuries

Time to get the ablutions done so as not be late at the surgery for the INR blood test.

Did the stand-up ablutions. To early to use the noisy shower, or the hand-hoover to collect the dead weevils, the noise would disturb my fellow tenants. Medicated certain areas in need of the same.

Got the Anticoagulant Record card, new hearing aid batteries inserted, spectacles on, wristlet alarm left on the cabinet and I set off, in plenty of time.

Once outside, it felt warmer than I thought it would (but turned windy and colder later on). I took the shot of the Woodthorpe Court Asylum on the left, and on the right, The Winchester Court  Institution. I noticed that there were many more lights on in the Winchester apartments. They’ll be a reason for this… I’ll let you know when I find out what it is. Hehe!

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I hobbled along in no rush, with my setting out early. The thing that hit me most was the dawn chorus. Of course, there were no cock-a-doodle-doos Hehe! But, the chatter of the bird songs and calls seemed so loud to me this morning. Mind, I had got new hearing aid batteries in! The chicks must have been demanding their breakfast, I suppose.

2Tue07To the end of Chestnut Way and right down the Winchester Street Hill.

Passing the bus shelter on the bend, I spotted some new Nottinghamian Street Art.

Created from a tray and wrapper from some takeaway meal, a takeaway coffee container and I think, a crushed lager can. I’ve seen much better artwork. Hehe!

There were many of the rebarbative Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist about on the walk to the surgery, and on the way back too.

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2Tue10aBy the time I’d got to Carrington, the traffic had increased and come to a stop.

I realised at this point that I was going to be a bit early for my appointment. Partly due to the lack of ailments slowing me down on this mornings journey. No, Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda or Arthur Itis hassle at all?

Not moaning, of course. Hehe! So, I decided to 2Tue09face my nemesis, and walk into Carrington Square and back onto Mansfield Road, walking through the cut-through where I was mugged a couple of years or so ago. I haven’t walk through it since.

I noticed the lights were working on it today.

Smug Mode Adopted, as I proudly got through and out the other side. My mind had a little daydreaming session about those bad times, of its own accord. But, this only made me feel a bit better, knowing how things had improved for me now.

I ambled across the pelican lights and made my way slowly to the surgery. I could see they were doing the flu-jabs again, and feared this might get the staff uptight like last time.

But, no such thing. All the staff were all in a pleasant mood. (Of course, it was still early yet,  and, they had only just started). Even Doctor Vindla spoke to me, in fact, she was behind the reception desk, and logged me in! Looking good up to now!

2Tue03 I sat down and went to get out the crossword book. Humph! I’d left it in the other bag at home. Eizel!

I had to read a magazine, a ladies or lifestyle one for twenty minutes, yet found some interesting facts from the perusing of it. Did you know, that there is a one-bedroom chalet for sale in Dorset? Close to the beach too! It is on sale for only £100,000. Honestly! But this paled into insignificance when I read of a two-bedroom flat on offer, in Bath. This does take some believing, but I kid you not – advertised at the cost of £1.05 million! I had to double-check it, but I was right. Not £105 thousand! Naturally, I considered buying it! Lie Mode Adopted! Hehe!

I was over the moon when it is was Nurse Nichole who came out to call me in, to be done. We met Nurse Ann as we went in, and she spoke pleasantly to greet me a good day. Nurse Nichole had a laugh or two with me and a little chinwag. Made my day! I handed her some nibbles and left a bag for the receptionists, as I thanked them and departed.

2Tue10By gum, the winds had got up since I arrived at the surgery.

The traffic was still heavy, and it felt far colder now too.

Come to think of it, I reckon I read something like Storm Helene approaches Nottinghamshire earlier on.

Halfway home, and the need for a wee-wee became urgent. This, made me put on a spurt with my hobbling. Anne Gyna did not like this at all. She was already unhappy with my struggling up the Winchester Street hill. Tsk!

I threw a cheery ‘Hello’ thought the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room window, to Deana and Julie. I didn’t take any photographs either, as the wee-wee situation was getting more urgent. Haha!

2Tue12fThen I met Mary as she was coming out of the foyer. She spoke and did not want to upset her by rushing off, so I had a little natter with her.

This caused me some consternation about if I’d make it back to the flat in time.

I made it with seconds to spare. Phew!

Relieved but still in some discomfort, I remembered to check the calendar for when to ring Mr Sherkhanzai at the clinic. It’s tomorrow PM or Thursday AM.

The sky went a little darker. I took these blind pictures on the right, out of the minuscule kitchen window, of around the flat block.

No workers up on the hoists today, but plenty grafting on the new extra-care block and others taking deliveries in and moving plant gear.

I had to go for another wee-wee, a much longer one this time, and it was very orange coloured for some reason.

Even more dead baby Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the wet room floor. I decided the hostilities were to continue and got the Raid spray and dosed all the entry points I knew of in all three rooms. A big flat yer know! Hehehe!

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The spare room was the worst for finding live Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles found, along with many young ones that were dead on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge.

Oh, I forgot to say. Nurse Nichole has now got Boll-Weevils all over her house, and when she mentioned it, a patient told us that she has got them ay home also!?! Oh, dear! I explained about the Rentokil being the most effective, but expensive, and that Wilko had the Raid Spray on offer, that is pretty effective.

2Tue26I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I got the nosh prepared.

Last of the pork knuckle with herbs in the sandwiches. Taste rating a deserved 9.45/10.

Washed the pots and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner.

To watch the A-Team on the goggle-box.

Five minutes or so later… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 11th April 2018

Political Humour

Contributions from the schlemiel who thought David Cameron was trustworthy and reliable. (Tsk!)

Wednesday 11th April 2018

Serbian: Среда, 11. април 2018

0220hrs: With a sanguineness and condemnatory-like filled mind, I woke to the accompaniment of worries, anxieties, jealousy and a definite overriding sense of unclassified foreboding, milling about within the brain. My head felt like I had no control to retain the rambling and uncontrollable insurgent thoughts within it.

Whoosie3W001 I forced my still tired body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and had a bit of luck with the lack of mind control, that brought back some degree of authority. I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A most excellent evacuation this morning. No bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid at all and the Fungal Lesion had only been bleeding the smallest bit. This indicated that the Warfarin level must now be a little low and I must surely now be in Ticker-attack-Stroke mode.

I regained control over the wandering thoughts and went to make a brew and do the Health Checks.

3Wed03

3Wed02I injected some Enoxaparin and took the medications.

Surprisingly, I had to return to the wet room and porcelain to have another wee-wee?

Whoosie3W001 During which I, unfortunately, banged my right knee against the edge of the floor cabinet when I bent down to retrieve the tube of Germoloid I’d knocked over. Arthur Itis started to give me hassle within seconds. This, in turn, brought my attention to the needs of the day.

I washed up and got the computer on and examined the day’s reminders on the Google Calendar. Foot Lady Sue due around 0930hrs, and the blood test for 1145hrs at the Sherrington Medical Centre in Carrington. I remembered that I have not yet had a re-appointment date from the Gum Clinic, I’ll email them later (He says sounding so confident that he’ll remember – Humph!).

3Wed04The tea had gone cold, so I went to make a fresh one.

Waiting for the kettle to boil, I took this photograph through the kitchen window. A most difficult task while the windows are still prevented from opening by the security cables.

The mist was still lingering outside.

Whoosie3W001 With no effort at all, I managed to drop the camera as I brought it back in from the partially open window with one hand to the left of the security cable and one to the right. This poor camera has had a hard life. Hehe!

I got the Tuesday Diary post finished and stored.

Then, started this one off up to here, and then posted yesterdays off.

CertificateGot some Facebook graphics on, and it let me work on comments etc. For a while, before going slower and slower.

Watched some crash video clips on YouTube.

Closed the computer and went off to do the ablutions and medicationalisationing. After which I tried to remove some stains from the shower floor. Failed!

An hour later, all refreshed, I sorted and took the black bags to the rubbish chute. Took a photo of the top end of the lift foyer to show how they looked before the windows were installs on the lower end.

3Wed06

3Wed04Back on the computer to continue updating this post.

The mist still lingering a bit.

Had a look at the forecast for the day on the web; Windy, showers and cloudy.

Hope the rain keeps off on my hobble to Carrington and the Blood Test.

I got the nibbles in the bag for the medical staff.

Foot Lady Sue due anytime now. Hopefully, she will not be late, so I still have time to get to the blood test.

0945hrs: Sue arrived and did me tootsies. £25 well-spent.

Gathered the things, DVT record, nibbles etc. and off I went for the visit to the nurse, and set off.

Spotted a note on the board in the lift foyer on the ground floor on my way down. Warning folks with cars and garages about this coming Saturday’s works taking place.

3Wed08Out into the drizzle and surprisingly cold breeze, and off on a limp down Winchester Street.

At least the tootsies were not stinging for once, now that Sue had rubbed in the oil, whatever it is into my plates-of-meat.

Duodenal Donald was giving me some hassle, and Inchies Lesion was stinging somewhat. 3Wed09However, Anne Gyna only gave me pain on the uphill bits of the walk and dissipated minutes after I started downhill, and Hippy Hilda was very good to me.

I had to push myself a little more than I wanted to, to make sure that I arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practice on time.

3Wed10aI arrived at the surgery and booked in with the Obergefreiteress receptionist.

As I started to sit down, Arthur Itis suddenly started giving me twinges in the right knee.

I filled in the DVT card and got the crossword book out, but before I could start on it, the nurse came out to call me in. I was tickled-pink and over-the-moon; It was nurse Nichole! This surprise bucked me up! We had a chinwag while she took the blood, I gave her the box of chocolates I’d been taking with me for weeks to the surgery in the hope it would be Nichole on duty, thanked her and with renewed faith, I said my thanks and farewells. I handed in the bag of nibbles for the others at the reception, and asked about the haemorrhoid cream and should it have been in the prescriptions. The lady looked it up and found that the Doctor had only prescribed the one tube and not placed it on the with the monthly supply of medications. So, I asked her if she could see if Doctor Vindla would make it monthly for me. I thanked her.

3Wed10Whoosie3W001 Then I departed. As I was going out onto the pavement on Mansfield Road, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was pelting down the hill, and it was as close as I’d ever been without making painful contact with the naughty boy and his bicycle, without actually colliding.

It felt like it had got a lot colder while I’d been in the doctors. I went to the bus stop and caught a number 58 back into Sherwood. Again I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats but had far less bother in getting back up still today.

3Wed11As I got off the vehicle, I spotted that yet another shop unit had closed down in Sherwood. An estate agent this time.

Unexpectedly, the feet started humming as I crossed the road to go into the Wilko store.

I got a citrus fresh-air spray that was on offer at £1.50 from £3. A face flannel at only 35p and a citrus body spray that had gone up from 50p to 60p.

3Wed12Then hobbled (I could hardly believe the pain from the toes?) up to the bus stop.

I was beginning to feel weary, at first, this caught me off-guard. Then I realised that the late appointment for the blood test, and accepted the situation.

No other residents were at the bus stop, not any on the bus when it arrived. I got an exclusive ride up to the flats. When we got there, only three tenants got onto the bus.

3Wed12aBy the time I got up and into the flat, I felt right jaded and bushed. I got the nosh sorted straight away.

I had the last Cumberland Pie with extra cheese, and sliced tomatoes added, and three potato cakes with cheese added too. An orange, lemon dessert and two bread thins. It didn’t look appealing, but I enjoyed it. Rated at 9.1/10.

2Tue26Washed the pots and put the things I’d bought away.

I did the Health Checks. Then got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, with a mug of orange juice, to watch some TV.

I got as far as the first set of commercials, and was off into the lad-of-Nod!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 14th March 2018: Warfarin INR Blood Test – Nurse Nichole on Duty, Nice!

Wednesday 14th March 2018

Greek: Τετάρτη 14 Μαρτίου 2018

0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner and waited for the grey-cells to join me

Saw the blood test reminder note on the computer screen. Forced my ever increasing body-mass from the chair, and off for a Porcelain Throne session. A Trotsky affected evacuation again. Messy and needed a lot of cleaning up afterwards

Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The Sys and Weight are both too high methinks?

Got the computer on, there was a lot of work needed on the Tuesday post to do to finish it off. Mainly due to the fact of my missing the L9 bus back from Arnold yesterday, and being so tired, I did no work on it when I got home. Huh!

0400hrs by the time I got it completed and posted off. Then I started on this one up to here.

Two comments to reply to on WordPress, which I did. Then visited the WordPress Reader to catch-up on any I’ve missed.

I moved sharpishly onto Facebooking. The computer and internet were both going okay today. I hope this lasts.

Watched a forty-minute video of the Titanic and the fire down burning below when it set sail.

Another Nottingham City Homes letter from Angela Gould, our Housing Patch Manager this time. About the importance of a Fire Inspection/Procedure visit for Thursday twixt 11am and 1300hrs.

Not good this!

As I already have four appointments for Thursday on the calendar! Morrisons, Community Hour assemblage, Fire Instruction Meeting and GUM clinic Assessment.

Sorted and took the black bins to the waste chute.

Ablutions sorted out, new PPs on, the extra Germoloid cream applied. Got dressed up nice and warm. Collected the nibbles for the Sherrington Park Surgery staff. And set out on my hobble to Carrington and the Doctors surgery.

As I poddled along Chestnut Walk, I met with Obergruppenfurhress Warden Deans as she was arriving for work. Exchanged good mornings and I explained to her about the Fire Procedure meeting with Angela. Deana said not to worry, she would sort it out for me. I don’t know how these Obergruppenfurheresses manage.

She is very bust today, she has to go another complex to look after the residents somewhere, as cover for their absent staff. I thanked her muchly, and continued on my somewhat painful (due to Arthur Itis), walk to Carrington. Plodded down Winchester Street to the bottom and turned left onto Mansfield Road.

Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington.

The junction of Devon Drive and Mansfield Road at this time of day, with the traffic being heavy, often offers an accident or near collision for me to see. No crashes as it happens this morning.

But I reckon, judging by the squeal of brakes and papping of horns, that the white van man came close as he pulled out through standing traffic.

I took another photo of the bush in the posh house’s garden. To show someone who might be able to identify for me later.

I got to the surgery with plenty of time to spare. Registered with the receptionists and got seated and doing the crossword book for about ten minutes or so, before the nurse called me in; and guess what… It was Nurse Nichole on duty!

She managed to make time for gossip and a few laughs while she did the blood taking. She even told me that the bush flowers I was trying to identify, were Peonys. It was grand having someone who seemed to care to look after me this morning. I gave her some nibbles with my farewells and handed the receptionist some as I left the building, whistling and content!

I was feeling so chirpy, I decided to walk back to Sherwood as well.

The traffic had cleared after the rush hour, and I took my time ambling along Mansfield Road. I called into the Boots Chemist to get some more Germoloid cream, as the one I got from Arnold was getting low. This one cost much more than the other one but was twice the size. I met the Geordie-lass from the flats in the shop.

Lovely woman. We had a natter and laugh. I was going to walk back up Winchester Street, because my timing was well out, and the next L9 was not due for 50 minutes yet.

She suggested I walk up the catch the 90 bus. Which for some reason I had not thought of doing, bless her Cotton Socks.

So I did that. Only had ten minutes to wait for it once I’d got to the bus shelter. No signs of any other tenants in the vicinity, surprisingly enough.

Dropped off three stops later high up of Winchester Street, and walked up onto Chestnut Walk.

When I approached my Woodthorpe Court block of flats, I could see that the hoist was on my floor, the twelfth, with some busy looking workers grafting away.

Af I entered the flats, my neighbour Doris (I think) was there doing her laundry. She warned me to expect a lot of noise when I get in, the workers were putting in her windows. And, do you know, she was spot-on right! Hehe!

We had a chinwag session, and I made my way up in the lift.

When I got in, I felt all lost and confused for a moment or two.

I put this down to my going out and not coming back, having bought no comestibles that were unneeded or wanted. A rarity. Haha!

The drilling and knocking were terribly loud, grating and persistent. But expected. The longer it went on, the less I noticed it.

I took these shot from the kitchen window. On the hoist was some windows were taken out and others waiting to go in, at Joyce’s flat. Ah, that’s it. Joyce, not Doris!

I Surprised myself there.

At least there was no raining today for the workers.

I got the oven on to warm it ready for later. I planned to have the lamb Mousaka with extra cheese, and some tomatoes added on top of it. Potato cakes, and a handful of chips. Sliced apple too, methinks.

I did the Health Checks and took the medications. Got the fodder in the oven.

Got the computer on to update this diary. It took a few hours, as I’d made a few photos that needed prepping first.

Did the last Health checks early, as I was feeling mentally exhausted a lot earlier than I usually do.

The moussaka had a lot of aubergines in it, and I do love them, but they are on the restricted foods list because they are so high in Vitamin K. (I think that is the reason the cardiac team put this on the list). Bt with the Warfarin INR level going down sharply, I guess I should get away with my indulging myself this once. (I hope). The ready-made meal was warming plentiful and tasty. The potato cakes were excellent. The rest, average.

I watched a Jonathan Creek episode on DVD, then turned to the television. Then fell asleep. The phone rang and amazingly woke me up, how I heard it without my hearing aids in surprised me. IT was Jenny from the 14th floor. She had lost her internet connections. I was half-asleep, but I think I made the banal question of “Have you done the turning-off, unplugging, wait five minutes and reconnecting the router box?” OG course she had done so without any luck. I wished her the best of luck. She is unfortunately on Liberty Global-Virgin Media as I am. I wished I was more awake, I should have asked her if she had rung 150 on her Virgin landline.

I got back in the £300 second-hand recliner. The TV still on from when I fell asleep, and ‘Hustle’ just about to start. But I drifted off again before it started.

I woke later, turned off the TV and was in the process of removing my cumbersome, ungainly, wobbly body-mass from the recliner, to go for a wee-wee, when the phone rang again. It was the DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Anticoagulation clinic with the INR test results. It was hard to hear what she was saying, but I think she gave me the dosages for the next seven days, like this: Wed, Thur and Friday 2 tablets, the rest of the days 1.5 tablets. The INR level has come down to 2.5 from last weeks 4.4, so that’s good. Well, this is what I found scribbled on my phone notepad in the morning.

I had the wee-wee, washed my hands and placed the pots to soak in the sink.

Just as I was returning to the £300 second-hand recliner, the phone light flashed again. By gum, I was popular tonight. It was from someone wanting to deliver a pizza, He told me he’s outside the house now but could not get an answer to his knocking on the door! I inquired as to where he was. He said in Calverton (6.1 miles away) outside my house. I bluntly told him he’d got the wrong number and asked him to remove it from his phone.

Got my head down again, but the night was filled with waking so often. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 16th January 2018:

Tuesday 16th January 2018

0200hrs: Woke in a terribly confused state of mind. Had dream involving my old cats, Lady and Cyril, so felt a tad low. However, things settled to their usual semi-confused condition as I lay there thinking ‘Blimey, it’s cold this morning’, Brrr! Got to go out to the surgery for the INR Warfarin Blood Test as well.

At least the brain had lost its earlier Boeotian wanderings. The innards were already bubbling and rumbling. The thirst remains with me.

The morning battle to extract my ashamedly plump torso from the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively easy for once. No toe stubbing either. Shunted into to the kitchen.

Made the brew. As the gurgling from within developed, I took the medications and did the Health Checks. All over the place again this morning, up and down, like yesterdays. I must mention this to the nurse later, hopefully, Nurse Nichole.

Off to the Porcelain Throne: a short wait of a few seconds – Spurt – splatter – pebble-dashing of porcelain and rear-quarters, then a painful stomach rumble and a long extended mess leaving kerplunk!  Had a good clean up of me and the wet room, wiped contact points and back into the kitchen.

The tea had gone cold, so I made another.

I thought about opening the window to take a picture but decided against it when I saw the low reading on the thermometer on the window ledge.

Checked the diary for the blood test appointment time, 0920hrs.

Started this post off up to here, then finalised the Monday one, and went on Facebook to add photos to albums. Going a bit slow again today is Facebook. Comments when clicked on are not coming up? Turned off and restarted and it came back on. Made another mug of tea.

A bash on WordPress Reader, next. Then read the comments and responded.

It doesn’t seem to be getting any warmer, and the rain looks like it is settling in for the day again.

Made a page top graphic to use in a later post.

Seems to be getting a bit warmer now. I wonder if the flats are on fire? Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks early as I got up so soon, like.

Had an excellent ablutionalisationing session. Apart from the Little Inchy fungal lesion was bleeding, so I applied some Dakacort cream. Getting low on this again now. Must try to remember to ask for some more on a prescription request form.

I sorted a black bag of rubbish, got the three jars to go to the recycling bin ad tool them out with me. Dropped the bag down the chute, cause it was now 0800hrs, and tool the bottles down with me and deposited them in the bin outside the foyer door. The rain was barely noticeable as I began my hobble along Chestnut Walk.

The sun came out as I got further along the road. And, a few times throughout the day. But it was like politicians promises, no warmth and did nothing to warm up the voters! Hehe!

To the end and right down the Winchester Street Hill. When the wind blew, it had a chill-factor of Warp Nine!

Haha! Brrr!

A piece of Nottingham Street Art at the bottom of the hill. Art Deco style perhaps? Plenty of rice, but I didn’t know if it was of Chinese or Indian origin. Whichever it was, it proved unpopular with the most-likely drunk Nottinghamian purchaser.

Right along Mansfield Road and up the slow incline. I noticed the Continental Shop was open and I decided to walk back from the surgery after the blood test and call in to have a nosey around, Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna permitting of course.

I pressed on.

0840hrs: The traffic going towards town started to back up.

The rain was very slight still, so the umbrella stayed in the bag with the other flotsam and mystery contents. Along with Nurse Nicoles and the receptionist’s nibbles.

As I neared the top of the hill, one of Nottingham’s infamous Pavement Cyclists shot by me from behind, between me and another pedestrian as she overtook me. Most annoying being made to jump like that, I can tell yer!

He was doing well up the hill, though.  He’d got a good head of steam going too.

Once more I carried on up then down Mansfield Road into Carrington and to the Doctors Surgery. The traffic still queuing and not moving very much. It’s times like this I am glad I had to hand back my driving licence after the ticker operation.

Logged in with the receptionist and got sat down and the crossword book utilised while I waited. The only ailments giving me any bothers were Anne Gyna and the poor feet. But both have been far worse. Doing well up to now.

Nurse Nichole came out to fetch me 20-minutes later. A chinwag and laugh while she took the blood. I told her about the radiator and the cupboard and drawer not opening. Nichole did laugh! She gave me a letter with details of a new system where I must book appointments through an operation on the internet. After I have registered. I gave her the bags of nibbles and departed.

Out and had a hobble back the way I came, made my way to the Continental shop in Sherwood.

Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came too close to me to my liking. Tsk!

Down the hill and into the store. Where I spent far more than I wanted to or needed to. (Again!) I came out over £8 lighter in the pocket, with a bacon joint £2.83, a big potato 35p, some sliced belly pork £1.49, a packet of biscuits 69p and a small sliced loaf at the ridiculous price of £1.49!

The wind had got up a lot outside when I departed, struggling with the heavy bag.

Up the hill and into the Wilko store. More finances spent. £8.40 this time.

I got some Liquid Soap Flakes, Wilko Fragrance Booster and a bottle of bleach. Paid the lady and off up the hill to the bus stop.

Where more Nottingham Street Art greeted me on the wire seats in the shelter. I must say that it all looked really fresh? A lady there humorously stated; “Maybe they got blew away in the wind while eating” Hehe!

Ray from the flats joined us as the woman was saying how she can’t stand this strong cold wind. I said: “Gerrin’ the corner love, and we’ll shelter you with our bodies”. And she did too! Her bus arrived a few minutes later, and she thanked me, that was nice.

I caught the L9 bus later and had a chinwag with a lady on there. Got off at the apartments and called in the Obergruppenfureresses Hut. I showed Warden Dean a photo of the radiator in the kitchen stopping the drawer and cupboard door opening. She got on the phone and rand builders on site woman. Who said: “He should have been warned that this might happen, I’m sure he was!” They should have been warned to get the job right in the first place, surely!

I told Deana if I had been told I would have removed the stuff from the drawer before they fitted the radiator; and, if you remember, I was not in that day because I had a blood test, and you said you would let them in, and forgot about it! I did not like the building representative woman’s attitude and response at all! I’ll have a word with Mick and Jenny tomorrow, see what they think.

Now in a not so good mood, I returned to the flat. Got the fodder and things put away. Did the midday Health Checks and did the medication imbibing. Made a brew and got on with updating this blog.

This little monkey was spotted outside on noisy Herbert’s balcony. “Who are you looking at, mush” was the verbal message I received. Haha!

The door chime came to life. Two Nottingham City Homes blokes arrived to test the fire alarm. This reminded me that I  had again forgotten to tell Warden Deana about the strobe alarm they kindly fitted for me, was going off when the other warnings were not, always at night when I was asleep. I had to get up and check things to be safe. Open the door to see if I could hear any alarms, look out of the window to check in any fire appliances were on site, etc. repeatedly since it had been installed. I informed the two engineers about this. They took a look at things, and set alarms off a few times and dealt with the NCH control. Eventually, they worked out that Smoke Alarm in the hallway was causing this strobe alarm to activate. I told them I could not hear the beeping noise from the smoke alarm anyway. I was not getting much in the way of sleep between these activations and the noisy Herbert upstairs and could I safely unplug the strobe and pillow shaker alarm without damaging anything? They could not give any advice under instructions (Understandably) and told me to tell the warden.

I’m sorry I mention it now!

Had a go at Facebooking for a while.

Irritable and tired, I got the nosh prepared. Not that it took much effort, nothing hot in it tonight. Polish belly pork and fresh bread sarnies, potato chips, tomatoes, beetroots, sliced apple, chestnuts, and Chinese mushrooms out of a jar. Fresh orange juice and a lemon curd yoghourt to follow. Have to give this one a 9.45/10 rating.

Consumed this with glee, washed the pots and succumbed to the need for slumber as soon as putting on the TV to watch the Law & Order episodes. I missed the programmes entirely as I nodded off into a much-needed sleep.

I bit my tongue in the sleep and woke up with a start. Dabbing the blood with a tissue, wondering what it was I had on the TV screen, and I saw the light flashing on the landline phone. Struggled to get out of the recliner, stubbed my toes on the way to answer the telephone and knocked over the waste bin and scattered Stilton Cheese biscuit crumbs all over the carpet. It was a pleasant lady from the QMC Haematology & Anticoagulation Clinic. The first thing she said was to offer an apology for the late call, they were working with short staff due to absenteeism through illnesses. Or something like that, anyway. The IRN Warfarin level was well over the target at 5-point something. I am not to take any Warfarin tonight. Then 2 a night until the next appointment, at the doctor’s surgery, which I must make ASAP or go to the City Hospital if the doctors cannot fit me in, for next Tuesday. I explained that I had already taken tonights doses. So she said for me to eat none Wednesday night then, and to use great care not to cut myself. (Great, I  thought, and here’s me just bit my tongue and wondering why it was taking some stopping, Hehehe!) Thanked the lady, scribbled notes about this call on the pad; then went and took the Warfarin Tablets out of tomorrow nights pill-pot.

The old brain was active again now and kept meandering about various topics, all purposeless, banal, haphazard, incongruous or trifling.

Proper sleep did not return. All I could manage was a few minutes at a go, and then wake up, a battle for control of the mind, lose the battle and nod-off again, repeatedly! Sad innit? Tsk!

I expect that I have been ostracised by what remains of my sanity. Oh, I should use that on somewhere that takes new quotes or whatever you call them? I might do an ode post about this tomorrow?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 2nd January 2018: Mayhem Day

Tuesday 2nd January 2018

2Tue02

0150hrs: The body stirred, and waited patiently for the reluctant brain to activate. As far as I could tell, only Hippy Hilda was giving me any pain worthy of mention at this stage. When the grey-cells joined me, I was having difficulty in the disponibility of my thoughts, plans, worries and fears.

There lingered a sense that I had been dreaming and wanted to recall it. But no memories and no scribbled notes on the now crumpled notepad I found between my fluid-filled thighs and the £300 second-hand recliner. As I moved to manually try to raise the right leg, affected by Hippy Hilda’s determination that I should not do so without excruciating pain. I became aware that the now broken pencil was also down the side of the arm of the chair, and doing its best to lodge its pointed end in my bum!

1Mon01Bent forward manipulating the leg by the knee, the pencil pressed against the right buttock, I got in a pickle as to1Mon03 how to and what was the best way, to avoid setting off Hilda, and avoiding the splinters of wood from the half-pencil penetrating the skin of my rear end at the same time? I failed entirely in this. The leg fell, and Hilda let me know, and the pencil drew blood as it punctured the fleshy skin.

“A good start this, I thought. By 0205hrs (15 minutes from waking-up) I’d managed to get myself perpendicular, in pain, yes, but I was up. Even I had to laugh at myself. Off to the wet room to check things out.

There was only the tiniest speck of blood from the rear-end pencil wound with no pain whatsoever. Hippy Hilda was doused with the Phorpain Gel, and the Porcelain Throne utilised. Messy! Unfortunately, Little Inchy had been bleeding again. I cleaned up the place and me and limped to the kitchen.

2Tue001aGot the kettle on.

Cleaned the pots from last night’s delicious plate of fodder.

Made a strong-brew of Yorkshire tea and then I did the Health Checks, all looking very fine to me this morning. Actually, despite the earl Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop, I felt surprisingly good at this stage. Even the 1Mon04scepticism drifted from my brain. Mind you, a lot of stuff escapes my mind nowadays, Hehe!

2Tue01Stuck my head out of the window to see what the weather was like.

Drizzling a bit. But it did not seem as cold as of late, although I felt it was nippy in the flat despite the four heaters all blasting away in a fashion that will upset the Bank Manager.

The vehicles looked parked better, too. This brought to mind that I have an INR blood test to get to for 0930hrs today. No buses till 0930hrs, so hobbling is the only choice. Not that I mind the limping along, for I desperately need to get out and some exercise after being stuck indoors for three days without a bus service to use.

1Mon05Got the computer going and checked the weather forecast.

It looks like I might get another soaking like the last blood test I went to, it’s gonna rain! Hehe!

Not looking forward to that then. I got on with updating and finishing off the Monday diary, then started on this one up to here.

Then I sorted out the nibbles for the nurses at the Sherrington Park Medical Surgery and the GUM Clinic. Should have plenty of time to get there and beg then have a look at Little Inchy. Oh, I’ll check on the web for the drop-in days… Ah, holidays, no drop-ins this week.

Made sure I’d got the Health Checks lists, mobile phone and camera in the coat pockets, the Anticoagulation Card too.

0700hrs: Ablutions tended to. I pondered on how long it is taking me now, to get the socks on. This, the hobbling and the falling asleep early will possibly result in four-hour days for me soon. Haha!

Set off at around 0830hrs, brolly in the carrier, remembered to take the INR card, gloves, brolly, nibbles, camera and mobile phone with me. Also, I put two empty jars in the bag to drop off at the recycling bin on the way out.

As I exited the flat into the elevator area, there were four workmen with parts of some old heaters working there. I greeted them with a genuinely cheery “You’re doing a good job lads!” Three ignored me and one cast a glance in my direction that said: “Silly old fart!” with a practised degrading-casting look up and down my torso. I’d say almost up to the Lidl staffs standard, but not quite.

I got in the lift and down to the foyer. Tenant Roy was having a fag near the doors, and as usual, he did not have his hearing aids in. Since I’ve been in residence here, this had turned up some humorous exchanges – but I think this one takes is the most confusing. Me: “Morning, Roy, everything okay mate?” Roy: “No, she had a shower!” Hehe!

2Tue02aaAlthough I didn’t realise it at the time, I waddled off down the road wondering what it might have been that he thought I had said, and forgot to drop the glass off at the bin.

The Obergruppenfurheresses Portacabin was still locked up when I passed, and the site was jam-packed with new workmen putting out parking cones and moving heaters from the compound to various flats.

2Tue02abI did notice that the external work to the balconies and windows was still on hold.

All bare of bodies on the hoists and scaffolding on this dark, dank and miserable morning.

I expect the Wildlife Preservation people will call sometime today about the bats?

I pressed on along to the end of the road and 2Tue02acturned right down Winchester Street Hill.

Where I had a bit of a struggle, with the foot that sticks out and carrying the heavy bag, to get through between a lorry and the fencing. He had apparently parked up to await a timed delivery to Willmott-Brown?

Onward down the hill and I cut through a road.

2Tue02adThere was a small squirrel on a low wall, who didn’t seem bothered when I got out the camera and zoomed in on him or her.

The moment I went to press the button, he was off like lightning flash. Hehehe!

I thought squirrels hibernated? No doubt I’m getting all confused again with some other creature or other.

2Tue02aeUp the slow gradient on Mansfield Road and over the crest, down towards Carrington.

Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda both in a decent mood with me at the moment. Only Anne Gyna to worry about for now.

From a distance, I spotted a van parked on the pavement. I hoped it would be moved by the time I got down to it.

2Tue02fAs I approached the vehicle, a man came out of the garden, gave me a good stare, and got it and started the engine.

He pulled out onto the road crossing three lanes of traffic and getting some horns blown at him in response to his dangerous driving.

As he passed me, he shouted something to me, but I don’t know what it was he said. I did 2Tue02gunderstand the sign language he used, though. Naughty!

Aha, a clear pavement to plod along to the surgery on.

But, is that a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist I see in the distance heading my way? It is!

I took a risk in photographing this rather large 2Tue02hcyclist.

He was totally unimpressed with my actions, nearly hit me on my right side as he sped past. He even said “Morning” to me as I was doing my best to get out of his way. And with a cheeky grin on his face. At least I think he said “Morning” to me. You never know do you, it might have been something else he said? Hehe!

2Tue03I got to the surgery and went to register with the receptionist, who was busy on the phone.

So I got a prescription form filled in for Little Inchies Daktacort cream while I waited.

I think I might have had a funny turn then. Because I sat down and got the crossword book out, and the lady asked me what it was I wanted earlier? Blown if I could remember asking her anything?

Within minutes my beloved Nurse Nichole came out to collect me.

As she was taking the blood, Dr Vindla came in and asked me why I had put Codeines on the request form. I could not remember doing this. Further proof of the likelihood that I’d had a funny turn. Yet at the back of my mind, I thought there might have been something else I’d asked for? She departed, giving me looks of suspicion and distrust. Nurse Nichole had a chinwag and laugh after she had gone, and I gave her the bag of nibbles. The Doctor returned, and we spoke about Hippy Hilda and Little Inchy. She is to send appointments to me when she gets them, for the GUM Clinic about Inchy, and the City Hospital about Hippy Hilda. She handed me the prescription for the cream. I said my thanks and farewells and departed. With Nichole’s feature firmly in my head and foibles.

Its been a hectic and busy day so far. Irritations and memory losses, been attacked and insulted, nearly knocked over and glared at. Hehehe!

I took the prescription to the chemist and got it filled. Then hobbled to the Lidl store. I should have known better really. I bought three cheesy cobs, Lime & Mandarin yoghourts and some cheese slices. Foolishly I used the self-serve checkouts. Where I have never done without a problem and had to summon unwilling help every time I’ve used them! Today was no exception. Having got only five items to scan, I thought, At last, success! The bill was precisely three pound. I put in a £2 and £1 coin. And the pound coin kept getting ejected, five times!

There were two Lidl trained experts gossiping nearby. I asked for help. One of them ignored me totally, the other tossed-up his head as if to say, “What?” He deemed it fit to meander over to me, and using all the Lidl staff training expertise, said “Huh!”. I told him about the coin being rejected, and this man actually used real words to me. “I’ll Gerrit changed fer yer!” He won’t last long at Lidl like that. Haha! He returned and threw a £1 coin into the tray and said, “There ya!” and wandered off to resume his natter with his mate.

Out to the bus stop and waited for one to arrive. I was dropping off in Sherwood minutes later. Boy, could that driver drive!

As I alighted the bus, I had to walk around some Nottingham Street Art in and outside the shelter.

2Tue03a

Kebab and chips, I think?

2Tue03aaA sad sight a few yards up the hill on my way to the Pelican lights.

So, we had a new cafe opened and two more units closed down in Sherwood this week!

Over the road, and into the Wilko Store. Where I invested 90p in a nail brush and sponge. ♫ Hey, Big Spender ♫.

2Tue05Out and up the road, and called in the Card Shop, no, Card Warehouse it’s called. To see if they had 2018 diaries on offer.

Ended up getting one laid out like the one I bought last month. But much more substantial, meaning that writing and reading will be a lot easier, and just 50p more than the little one.

Something else to sort out now. Must get all the details transferred from the old one into it.

Out and up to the bus stop. Had about ten minutes to wait for an L9 bus. The rain started to drizzle, but I got myself under the shelter in the corner.

2Tue03bAlthough it doesn’t show well in the photograph I took of it, but there came all at the same time, seven buses!

Never known that before.

As these cleared, the home-bound L9 arrived.

In minutes I was getting off at Chestnut Grove, home at last.

2Tue04A lot of workers but not many tenants about as I walked to the foyer.

I got in and had a wee-wee and put the Daktacort cream away ready for later in the wet room.

Had a wash and got the cheesy cobs out ready for having later with some smoked bacon. Mmm!

1Mon01Got the computer going to update this post.

What a confusing, annoying and angry-making farce! I’d done up to here on it, and for some reason, it would not save! I ended up losing it all from where I left the flat! Grrr! Humph and Globdangerations!

1Mon01I had to contact WordPress helpline. No idea what they were saying, or instead, telling me to. Kept losing contact with them. What a shambles!

Spent well over an hour with them and eventually after moving and trying Chrome instead of Firefox, it came back on. Still not Working on Firefox though.

Then I had to redo it all again! Gnash!

Just finished it up to here now.

2Tue07

Feeling worn-out and confused, I got the cobs and bacon served up.

Found pieces of stuff in the fridge that was at the end of their use-by-dates and piled them on the plate.

Ate at most, 30% of it.

Atrocious. 3/10 rating. Might have been all the hassle over the WordPress mess that had put me off?

Herbert at it again with the knocking tapping and scraping noises, but not for so long or frequent today.

Got the TV on, but for the duration of my so-called viewing, I spent far longer nodded off than awake.

Remembered I’d not took the medications or done the Health Checks, so I fought off the tiredness, battled to get out of the recliner and did them.

Don’t recall much else, so I must have got down and nodded off.

What a busy, mayhem Whoopsiedangleplop, poorly making and wearying day!