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Friday 30th October 2020

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 30 Dàmhair 2020

01:00hrs: Got up, wee-wee, wash, cuppa tea, Throne (Messy, but quick and mot so painful)

Thought: Appointments today: City Cardiac, then CDH Checks, then Flu-Jab. Must get the computing done as early as possible.

Got the Health Checks done. Bottled the urine samples ready for the hospital and doctors.

Computerised, template created, photos downloaded and prepped for publication.

Got the Thursday blogs finished and posted off.

Pinterested, Emai link sent, Facebooking updated.

WP and Facebook Comments read and answered.

WordPress reader section visited.

SisterJane rang. Pete was feeling a little better, thank heavens. Anf, Jane’s eye still had no vision. We are a set!

She’d seen my Warden Deana on the BBC 1 News and told me to put it on, so I could take some photos of it. It will come on again. We had a natter and laugh, and that was great!

But with the Doctors, Hospital things to sort out, and trying to get some blogging done, I couldn’t really concentrate.

No time to do owt on this blog at all. And needed to get the ablutions done, then get the things needed to take with me sorted out.

Got the first sample, and it was coloured like level 5-6. Which was much better now, got it in the three-wheeler walker guide bag, so as not to forget it!

The ablutions were done next. The mind was confused with so much detail to go through. The Ablutionalisationing is almost a blur, so much did I rush, and with my mind on so many things at the same time.

Jane rang back, and they will try to get some photos if Deana comes back on the BBC, for me. Bless em! That was good of them. I hope she can get some.

I found a letter on the floor near the door, only Sainsbury offering money off vouchers, but only if I spend £60! Oh, Goodie! Makes a change from crushed cakes and lousy silly substitutes, I suppose.

I got some breakfast. Marmite bread thins, potatoes from last night, and Frazzles with a mug of Glengettie tea! And most enjoyable it was too! As my Dad used to say: “It went down a reet treat, that did!”

I got some hand washing done, wrung and hung. Only one Zip-up jacket, and left it drip-dry at its leisure, on a coathanger above the kitchen sink.

I tried to get my head together and make sure I’d got everything needed for the medicalisational visits. Then the bus-pass, keys, cash, etcetera.

I didn’t feel too confident, and had a nagging feeling that I’d forgotten something or other! Which I suppose would not be anything new. Hehe!

I got the trolley, with the nibble-treats for the Hospital and Surgery staff, and set out, feeling apprehensive, and not knowing why I felt that way.

I turned and figuratively, waved farewell to the flats at the end of the road.

The hobble down Winchester Street was a hard, nervous-making experience. I’d forgot about the brakes being useless on the three-wheeler, and had to take my time and extra care not to topple it over. I stayed on the right-hand side pavement going down, to avoid having to walk in the road again to get by, for I had spotted a lorry in the distance parked on the pavement, Swine!

Not that the men had any alternative, really than to park there, they were in a sort of, mission impossible situation.

I walked up the Mansfield Road hill and stopped to check on the timing.

I was in plenty of time to get to the first appointment without any rushing. I had an hour before I needed to be there, so took my time and tried to take in the scenery, even though it was a bit bleak at times.

Near the hospital, on the ring road, a Pavement Motorist was spotted, for a change.

I crossed over at the Pelican lights and was soon entering the DVT Antigoagulation Unit. Where I registered and was taken straight into the treatment room.

(Well, they probably considered me an important, powerful, dynamic, wealthy patient, who was due the best care and not to be kept waiting… A Smug-Mode of ginormous proportions came over me) Hehehe!

I was soon on and attached to the machine, and within minutes, while the Q&A session was done, I was on my way out again! No obvious problems they said, an analysed result report will be sent to me. I thanked them and handed over some plonk in thanks.

I caught the bus, intending to stay on it into Carrington, and the Doctor’s surgery. Good planning, or what? On the way out, I walked to the Stroke Ward I was in, to leave them some nibbles and treats in thanks.

But, they were that busy. I decided it was best not to intrude. called to. From what I saw, they had just had a new patient come in.

 : The bus arrived within minutes of my getting to the bus stop (It’s going too well, I thought – Little knowing what lie ahead!) I got on the bus and decided to have a ferret around in the bag, to check that I’d got everything needed for the surgery visit. Concentrating on this, as the bus neared the stop I’d usually get off at in Sherwood, I panicked thinking I would miss the stop, rang the bell, and the driver waited patiently for me to struggle and get off? Bless him!

When got on the pavement is when it dawned on me… I’d got off at the wrong stop!   ‘Whatta a Plonka!’ Oy, oy, oy! I decided, as there was still bags of time available for me, I’d walk into Carrington, maybe even go in Lidl to see what they had on offer. It was very leisurely, and I was not too annoyed with myself – I’ve come to almost expect such calamities nowadays. Tsk!

I set of at a steady-hobble, no need to overdo it, still bags of time to get there punctually. Sherwood looked so barren this morning, with more retailers than ever closed down again, it’s so sad. All those people with their dreams shattered! Humph!

I’d not gone far, and Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, I smelt his B.O. as he passed me by. It’s not as if there was a lot of traffic for him to be scared off, on the Mansfield Road. I noticed he had the bike in the lowest gear, his legs were going like the clappers, but he was not getting anywhere fast. (A Sherlock Holmisianism moment, there) Hehehe!

I crossed over to the other side at the Pelican lights, over the hill and down int Carrington towards the church. It was still looking glum.

A bit further down the hill, and another Pavement Cyclist appeared. This one was more determined to ignore or injure any pedestrians than the previous one, and really did come close to hitting me, and the ladies further on. Git!

There was still time to spare, so I visited the Lidl store. Got some bits, and paid on the self-serve tills, no idea what I was doing wrong, but an assistant came to me on each of five times I did something wrong, and muttered something to me, and put it right. I didn’t realise I’d bought so much stuff, and had to stop on my way out, and rearrange things in the trolley, and make up another bag to hang on the handlebars. This took me a while to do, and I realised

I had to get a nip on to get to the surgery in time for the appointment, so I did!

I hastened to the surgery; thus, I was in a bit of a state when I arrived. They have now got an intercom system for us to use, which is not good when because of the mask-wearing, I can’t use the hearing aids when out and about. I’ve no idea what the lady was saying, but she let me in eventually. She thought I looked poorly and told me to take a seat, one of the only two seats now, in the waiting room. It was the late rushing to get there that had caused my laboured breathing. 

I was soon being called into the treatment room by the new surgery nurse. A most pleasant blood pressure, temperature, pulse, weighing, measuring, recording, and questions and answer session took place. During which, Doctor Vindla came in and gave me my Flue-Jab. Lovely to see them all again. I was leaving and Nurse… (Oh, dear, the phlebotomy nurse, I’ve not seen her for that long, I’m, ashamed to say I’ve forgotten her name. lovely lady too! Caroline was it? I bet Tim Price will remember for me?), came to chat for a few seconds. I handed the giant bottle of Perry for them all to share at Christmas, and sadly, I had to leave, by the front door now, as part of the Anti-Corona rules. Ah, Gorrit, I think, it was Nurse Nichole! ♥

I was weary but happy enough as I wobbled along Mansfield Road with the trolley, up and over the hill. (Travailing with the well-filled heavy trolley, which will be fun getting onto and off of the bus when I get to Sherwood, Tsk!)

As I was getting to Spondon Street, another ignorant, nasty, anti-social, objectional, offensive, law-breaking, seditious, thoughtless, inconsiderate, mannerless, yob, scumbag of a Pavement Cyclist belted by me, making my jump, he was so close! Grrr!

But it didn’t bother me.

But, as I went up the hill to the bus stop, another ignorant, nasty, anti-social, objectional, offensive, law-breaking, seditious, thoughtless, inconsiderate, mannerless, yob, scumbag of a loutish young Pavement Cyclist, was doing wheelies on the wide pavement?!?! I had to go around him to get into the Wilko store for my bleach! Grobleknackerbangles!

I paid and heaved my body and trolley up to the bus stop. The distant skies did not bode well at all. Incidentally, while I was waiting for the bus, three cars went through the traffic lights on red. Tsk! I suppose they know that those traffic-light cameras do not have any film in them?

I took a photo to the left, down the hill before the number 40 bus arrived. The driver getting a smidge annoyed as I struggled to get on the bus, and then to get sat down where I could hold onto the trolley. But it couldn’t be helped. Sorry, driver!

I was son back up Winchester Street and alighting the bus. Two residents to get off, I went first, and I’d like to mention that I did so without any Accifauxpas, injury or damage! And, I assisted the chap from my block behind me, to alight the bus with his trolley. Mega-Smug-Mode-Adopted!

We walked to the end of the road and got inside the Woodthorpe lobby and to the lifts. I got in and invited the chap to join me, which he appreciated, he looked as done-in as I felt, bless him. He had to get out, to let me out of the lift, I didn’t realise he loved on the 4th floor. Still, we managed a laugh about it. I fumbled about getting the trolley in, with its extra weight and bags, and into the corner.

I soon realised that my original plans to get the updating done of this diary were not going to happen. I was jiggered, exhausted in body and mind! My new plan; was to get something to eat, wash, and head-down, even though it was still early, even for me to seek sleep.

As I got into the kitchen with the purchases from Lidl and Wilko, I spotted what looked like a fire in the far distance.

I got the camera from my jacket pocket and took this picture. Then got the bags opened and sorted the things needed for the meal I’d planned on the bus, earlier. The Potato Rosti was a must-have, even though I left some new pots cooking in the crock-pot. I could taste it before I’d got it in the oven. Took some grapes, an apple, tomatoes and washed them, for slipping on the plate.

I made the feast up and got it served n the tray. But made far too much for me, in my tired state of health; however, the potato rostis, grapes, some of the tomatoes and potatoes were eaten. A Taste-Rating of 7/10 given, it was just me being so tired.

I was happily amidst feasting, and the door-chimes rang out. I put the food tray on the chair, and fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, and off to investigate who my caller was.

Aha! My visitor had been my patron saint Jenny, from the 8th floor. Who had kindly left me some yellow tomatoes, a big bag too! She does look after me! ♥

Then I got settled back in the c1968 recliner, it was nippy in here tonight, so I used a heavier quilt. Put theTV on, but I didn’t need the TV, or anything of a somnifacient nature, for the Sweet Morpheus, enwrapped herself around my body and brain within a few minutes – and it was good! I believe I was dreaming of being asleep in my sleep?

I put the tom’s in the fridge, and got my ponderously pot-bellied, portly-paunch placed back onto the recliner; grabbed the tray of food, got my legs up on the chair, and was just about to restart noshing it, and the Landline burst forth and flashed!

So, I put the food tray on the chair, and fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, got the stick, and off to answer the phone.

It was my Alma Mater, Jenny. She told me of how she managed to get some yellow tomatoes for me again, and we had a chinwag with laughs for a while. I was a smidge out-out-it and didn’t write down what else was talked about, so I must find out if anything was arranged or agreed upon tomorrow. We bade each other a fond-farewells, and I think (hope) I thanked her again for the tomatoes ♥.

I returned to the rickety recliner, to have another go at eating the meal. But couldn’t each much more, and was back to wide-awake mode. However, what I did eat was more than enough for what I needed, so is a blessing in disguise, and stopped me gobbling too much. Hahaha!

I washed the pots and took a snap of the threatening skies.

Took the evening medications, cause I forgot earlier with flailing so early.

I realised that my being out and about so long, I’d missed taking two of the Dioctyl® stool softeners. Uncertain whether to take three now or just the one, I veered on the safe side, and just took the one. (A choice that I much-regretted in the mornings’ Porcelain Throne session – Rock-solid again, Argh!)

Inchcock Today – Monday 28th October 2019: Not much got done, thwarted and Whoopsiedangleplopped!

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2019 sOct 27

Monday 28th October 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 28 Listopada 2019. Godine

Oct 28

WDPright03WD 60.20.0 02:10hrs: Trying to sleep was abandoned. After a night of sleeplessness, unit a ten minute-spell, when I did nod-off and had a nightmare of nightmares! A phantasma that consisting of just about everything I have done wrong in my life drifting through it! Misinterpretations, boo-boos, failures, errors, bad choices, goofs, faux pas, over and underestimations, inadvertencies, snafus, aberrations, and misdiagnoses. The dream even made me feel guilty about the typographical errors brought on by the peripheral neuralgia and failing memory! I had a hatred of myself and my actions, toying with my conscience! I was well-pleased when I woke up and thought it best not to risk my falling back to sleep and returning to that worryingly lurid and grotesque nightmare. It’s almost unheard of, a night-dream getting to me, but this one did! Oy Gevalt! 

The aches and pains were not to bad as I jiggled things about a bit. The breathing was a struggle, and I soon found that the hands and fingers were going to cause me a few dropsies today, as they were losing sensitivity on and off, to touch straight away. However, lack of too much aggravation from Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, levelled the pain-playing field, so’s to speak, somewhat.

Getting my short, stocky but flabby body out of the £300, c1968, rickety recliners, was unwontedly, almost hassle-free! A wee-wee urge developed as soon as I got into a semi-stood up position. And, when I grabbed the stock and got the few paces to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), it had hardly been used overnight? And what was passed, really was, almost nothing more than a few fluid ounces, and that was all gently sprayed everywhere but the bucket, by the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee! I reckon it must be, as I thought yesterday, a urine infection come on.

WDPright05aWD 60.20.0 I cleaned things up and went to change PPs in the wet room. When conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was a good job I was in the shower room at the time. Or else I would never have got to the Throne in time, from anywhere further away! Phew! This time, the evacuation was harder in every sense, and still a lot of it! Ah, well, all gone now. Haha! Washed up, changed PPs, and off to the kitchen.

7Sun05I took the medications, and made a super-tasty brew of Gelengettie tea!

Another wee-wee was called for, and I used the GPWWB, to avoid spraying and decorating the wet room and cleaning it again! I made sure that any splashes and or spray would not miss the bucket and passed a UPWTWW (Unwilling-Painful-Weak-Trickling) style wee-wee.

Computer on, and visited the WordPress reader. Then, I began updating the Sunday post. With many nerve-end failures and a few pathetic painful wees, and making mugs of tea in between, hours later, I’d got it done. But, with many addlepated moments of concern!

The humming, droning constant wind-like noise all around the block, was more intrusive than ever this morning. I became increasingly iracundulous and irritated by it!

The beautiful, highly-desirous, kind, wonderful phlebotomy nurse is due this morning or lunchtime to take the blood for the Warfarin INR testing. Heart flutters & and hatred of my being too old! ♥

WDP09LWD 60.20.0 The1Mon05 itching in the leg started again. Out of interest, I looked up ‘Causes of itching under the skin legs’. Ahem! This is what I found on the web: Dracunculous: Guinea Worm Disease: The female can grow to 31 inches! Sorry I looked now! Haha!

Another wee-wee and another brew of tea made, then back on the computer. I made a start on this blog. I got up to here, and decided to have some breakfast, but what? I had a search around for something I fancied. Tea 1Mon14and biscuits again, I suppose? I’ll have some of the  Manner Lemon wafers, and then try out the new ankle support straps. (Failure yet!)

By gum, life is vibrant and contentment-ridden, innit? Hehe!

I took two photos of the same area, the first one in Aperture plus mode, the second on Auto. Neither was brilliant.

1Mon04

Off to the wet room to sort the ablutions out. As for my forecast of the dropsies expected, I was was way-out. The only ones were the toothbrush (2) and the razor (1). Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I made another brew, had an INHBT wee-wee, and back on the computer and CorelDraw. To try and create some graphics before the Angel arrives.

 Who did come minutes later, a different Nurse, nice lady, who was in a bit of a rush, with us being down to one lift only again in the flats, and she had other patients to see as well yet. I thanked her and wished her well, and got things ready for my trip to go bargain hunting at the ‘Affordable’ Food Shop, on Derby Road. I read about it on the Evening Post site and could see some small jars of Hoisin sauce in one of the pictures, half-price.

7Sun11WD 60.20.0 I spent a while double-checking, to reassure myself that I’d left everything safe, and set out to the lift to go down to the OBergruppenfüreress Warden’s Holding Cell Office, to see if they were interested in having the Mexican flavoured rice so as not to waste the second packet. With only one lift, I had a long wait for it to arrive. When it did, there were two resident, man and wife, in the cage, and then me with my trolley walker, then another bloke got in, and then off one floor lower. Decent couple the new folks. We chatted and had a laugh. I alighted the elevator and limped through the link corridor the Warden’s Interrogation Office. No one in, they’ll be out working. I pressed on and out to the bus stop. It was cold again. Not that it bothered me, I was well wrapped up, and having an enjoyable chinwag and moaning session with other tenants at the stop. On the bus, and I managed to interest Cyndy in the flavoured rice. Cyndy and Eric were not on the bus for long as they got off on Mapperley Tops, but we managed a natter, all the same.

En route to town, I nearly lost my grip on the side-saddle seat a few times. Obviously a Formula One fan, this driver. Hehe!

WD 60.20.0 As I got off of the bus on Queen Street and turned to go up the hill, I suffered a Dizzy Dennis attack. The worst one in a long time. It took a good few minutes of my leaning against an electrical box before Dennis cleared. Afterwards, I was a little weary, but all seemed fine.

1Mon06I walked along Upper Parliament Street to the big traffic island with Derby Road. The sun was out, but nit very warm with it, and the people of Nottingham seemed to be in a generally good mood. No policemen were seen at all, and the pins and Arthur Itis were doing very well for me!

To get onto Derby Road the side I need for where the shop was, I had to tackle three sets of pelican lights. None of them gave me enough time to get over the road before they changed to green for the traffic. Much to the driver’s annoyance, I even got a pap and dirty look from one of them! Oy Vay!

In an island between the maze of crossings, I took a couple of shots of the Cathedral.

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1Mon09aWD 60.20.0 I limped up the hill, coping well with the trolley for once. My mind was on those Hoisin snf black bean sauce bottles I’d seen in the Nottingham Post site earlier – but: Bother me! They do not open on Monday and Tuesdays. So, on tomorrow’s visit to the After-Stroke Physio session, I still can’t get to shop there! Glubbledangsoddit!

WDP09RWD 60.20.0Ac I was phlegmatic about the situation, though, it was almost as if apanthropinisation had taken me over. I just took this photo and calmly turned around, back down the Derby Road hill. Which is where the problems came into play: The three-wheeler-walker does not like going downhill! I got to the Albert Hall junction and had to go up a steep kerb, that I managed, but as I set off again, the trolley went over after hitting a broken paving slab sticking up! I manoeuvered myself somehow, so as to avoid going over with it, though. Innit amazing the things you keep in your three-wheeler-walker bag? I noticed this as I struggled a bit, to retrieve the comprehensive selection of hand-out nibbles, pen, crossword book, an apple, receipts etc. and bits and pieces that had accrued, and spilt out onto the pavement! Hehehe! 

1Mon09bWD 60.20.0 As I got into the City Centre, this food-delivery ‘Herbert’ all but hit me me as he belted by. I’d like to take this opportunity to apologise to him for my unthinkingly getting in his way with my three-wheeled trolley-guide-walker. If the gentleman is reading this, I’d like to apologise for walking on the pedestrian footpath, thus blocking the distinctively tall, fit, young man’s way. If he’d like to get in touch, I can arrange for a meeting with Clive and Gary for him. I’d like that! 

The state of the Slab Square was chaotic, messy and unattractive in the extreme!

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1Mon13After the close-call with the food-delivery cyclist ‘Herbert’, I was in a niggly mood and made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, taking this shot of King Street, on the way.

WD 60.20.0 The driver of the bus when it arrived, was the same Michael Shumacker impersonator again. So, I was back at Winwood Heights in no time. Sore bottom and bruised knees, from the side-saddle seat-keeping on, struggle. Argh!

I made my way back through Winwood Court, through the link tunnel and back to Woodthorpe Court, and up in the lift, still only one working. Seeing, not a soul! Oh, sorry, no. A bloke got in the lift, he went up to the 13th floor, a decent sort.

I found the diurnal sunshine bursting through the windows, albeit a cold one. I thought I’d nip out on the balcony to take some snaps of the amazing looking sky.

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WD 60.20.0 As I was getting back indoors, I noticed a right mess on the boarding planks on the balcony.

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Much detritus had fallen in-between the holes in the planks. Chips and crumbs of cement or concrete, insects, bird-poo and other unrecognisable, undefined droppings and rubbish! We never had this problem with the old balcony, the wind just blew it away! Haha!

WD 60.20.0 I had a wee-wee, another weak, put hurtfull RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) effort. Washed up, did the handwashing and hung it to dry. Got the chips in the oven, and peas and hot dog sausage in the saucepan.

1Mon20WD 60.20.0Off to the Porcelain Throne – Oh dearie me! Another fair bit of ensanguining! Washed-up again, and was about to take the nosh I’d prepared and just served up on the plate for consumption…

WD 60.20.0 And then the landline chirped and flashed! It was Brother-in-law and valuables-stealing from the flat while I was in the hospital, Pete. (I’m beginning to believe Sister Jane now, who told me Pete had made a drone, [He’s an electrical genius] so he can see when I’m showering, sleeping or eating, thus knowing the best time to call me, to cause maximum hassle, disruption and disturbance! Hehe!) We had a serious natter for a while about things, interspersed with the odd sarcasm, insult and joke.

Perfect timing from the lad, the nosh was ruined, the chips and sausages had gone cold!

WD 60.20.0 So, I did some recooking of more chips, threw the first ones away, and reheated the sausages in water.

WD 60.20.0 Then the doorbell chimed. It was an engineer calling to do the fire alarm checks. The hallway one was fine. But he was having problems getting the smoke alarm in the kitchen to go activate. The chap got it finished and departed, and I took the burnt chips out of the oven, turned down the heat on the reheating up sausages. Then got some more chips in the oven (Third try!)

At last, I got the meal into the front room and sat down in the recliner and turned on the TV to watch a Hustle DVD…

1Mon21WD 60.20.0 The front door chimed out again! It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and tray from yesterday’s nosh. At least she said she enjoyed it, that made me feel betterer.

WD 60.20.0 I got around to eating the nosh at long last. Ha-ha! Despite all the rehashing of the ingredients, the feast went down well with me. A Flavour-Rating of 7/10, was good for it, after all the messing about.

Sleep came early! Great!

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Friday 18th October 2019: Walking-Frame suggested! Oh, dearie me!

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2019 sOct 18

Friday 18th October 2019

Albanian: E Premte 18 Tetor 2019

Oct 18

WD 70.40.0 02:25hrs: On waking, three ailments were playing me up, of immediate obviousness! Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and the worst of them without a doubt, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis in both knees! The need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne forced me to extract my aching limbs and gross wobbly body from the recliner without any delay. Even getting the legs straightened was an uncomfortable exercise, standing up was even more hassling. Got my balance of sorts, the stick, and made my way slowly and gingerly to the wet room. The flamming knees were not liking this one bit, and they let me know in no uncertain terms!

WD 60.25.0f As the session started, this time it was more resistant to evacuate, the sodding arm, shoulder and hand started off, beginning with one of the now-famous amongst NHS medical staff, involuntary Hitler salutes, which resulted in the back of my hand clouting the porcelain, and my saying something like, oh blimey, or fancy that! And, even getting back up off of the loo seat, was painful, the knees were in a right state this morning. But why, I’m not sure. Another mystery of life, in my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, hallucinations & secludedness rife! Ah, well, at least I avoided any toe-stubbing!

I limped with the new stick into the kitchen. Got the kettle on, moved the supposedly drying still very damp handwashing on the airers, took the medications and made the brew. Then I remembered last nights phone call about the INR results and doses. I checked on the notepad to make sure I’d taken the right Warfarin dose. Luckily more than by plan, I had! I thought I’d better get the dates for the next blood test, and the trip for the podiatrist’s treatment onto the Google calendar straight away. So, I did!

Got the computer booted up, only to find that, Buggermaquilt! Mr Fries Liberty-Global-Virgin-Media-Internet was about as fast as me – Far too slow!

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This handicapped me further, not making much progress. Between the Peripheral neuralgia, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Mr Fries pathetic internet service, this was not a good start to the day! Although Anne Gyna did calm down considerably as the day went on. Duodenal Donald and the affected right-hand parts of my body, did not! Swine!

5Fri005WD 70.40.0 With the fingertips acting up and losing touch sense again, this took me some time get the calendar updated. And the tea went well-cold by the time I got to drink it! So, I made another brew and moved the handwashing about again. Took a photo of the morning sky view from the unwanted, disliked, light & view-blocking kitchen window.

5Fri007cWD 60.25.0f Coming back in with tea freshly made tea… and guess what? The bloody fingers went all touch-sense-free on me, and I dropped the mug!

I suppose I should be glad it didn’t break, I guess! So, I made yet another mug of tea!

5Fri01WD 70.40.0 I did get the updating of the blog done, finally. But it took me hours and hours of writing and correcting, and was so frustrating. Posted it off. But the morning was getting to me now. The knees, the accidents, the Whoopsies, and now I need another Porcelain Throne visit. The legs looked a bit pale again. But it went well.

5Fri02When I got back to the computer, I found this picture that I didn’t mean to take. Had to have a wee-wee, scarily an almost red colured MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) type. I’m just happy that the shot was not taken lower down. (Cackle-Titter!)

WD 70.40.0 I had planned to go out today, but it is out of the question, with the pains, and it’s too late to go anyway now. I had a few reflective thoughts. If this agony, frustrations and so limited mobility are what I have to to look forward to; it made me feel a little sorry for myself. A damned good job it isn’t a Tuesday with the After-Stroke Physio to go to! Ah, well, must press on.

I decided to treat myself to some cheesy potatoes today, to cheer myself up. So I got one of the big potatoes in the saucepan, salted.

WD 70.40.0 Then, hard to grasp why, but I needed yet another visit the Throne! I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) with me for emptying and freshening-up. The evacuation was a little more substantial, and a smidge of bleeding on the toilet roll when used. By now, I was prepared for anything to happen. Oy Yey!

Washed things, and freshened myself up, changed into new PPs and thought about making another brew, but decided there was no point. I’d only let it get cold, drop it, or choke on it. Me? Feeling depressed and down, no!

WDPleft02WD 70.40.0 Back to the kitchen, and the water from the saucepan with the saucepan had over-splashed and left me with a fine mess to clean up! Can things go on being so messy and frustrating any further, I thought? But the EQ told me they could. Humph!

5Fri007I cleaned up the mess and spotted a rarity in the house opposite that is having a lot of work done, additions, extensions, and having the roofing done. Workmen! Haha!

Somehow, I found the spirit, bother or determination to make a start on this blog. But pissed-offedness and fatigue were coming over me, now. And I just had to stop and sit down. The knees were still bothering me, but Anne Gyna had given up annoying me, and Duodenal Donald was easing off nicely. So things might be getting betterer – or not!

5Fri08WD 70.40.0 I got the nosh prepared and got sat down to eat it. And the landline burst into ringing and flashing. (How come, whenever I get around to eating, someone phones me. No matter what time I have the meal, 13:00hrs, 16:00hrs or even 20:00hrs? However, this time, it didn’t bother me after I discovered it was the incredibly beautiful phlebotomy nurse calling! She was confirming that she would be attending Monday twixt 10:00>12:00hrs. I thanked her kindly and returned to the meal. Which had grown a little colder now. Haha!

5Fri018WD 70.40.0 Five minutes later, the landline burst forth again! It was After-Stroke Physio care gentleman. He was asking about how I was going with the new multi-pronged walking stick. I told him the truth, that I was struggling a bit with it, and was still uncertain. He mentioned a new narrower walking-frame might be the answer. Blimey, a walking-frame! It hit home then, how my mobility had actually deteriorated. I was in a semi-daze at the thought of a Zimmer-Frame, and can’t recall what was decided. I did thank him for his efforts before he rang off,  I’m sure.

I threw away what was left of the now too cold dinner away, and got the pots washed.

I settled down and put on a DVD, Die Hard 4. But in between nodding-off and rewinding the film many times, interspersed with thoughts of using a walking frame, I nodded-off properly, and had a dream, no, a nightmare. From which I sprang awake, and spent many hours nodding-off, waking-up, rewinding the DVD, Nodding-off, waking-up…

Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Thur 17 Oct 2019: Sophrology, was needed today!

2019 sOct 17

2019 sOct 17

Thursday 17th October 2019

Polish: Czwartek 17 Października 2019 r

Oct 17

WD 100.20.0 03:55hrs: Sometimes, I wish I could obnubilate my own, twisted, tormenting, almost scary thoughts. This morning is one of those days. I’m afraid! Bonkersness seems to be approaching, the body is decaying, failing, so I expected the mind to follow. Nottingham City Homes Repairs lies, and an uncaring attitude towards me didn’t help things my involuntary relinquishment of sanity. The sleep deprivation over the more than a week of promises they would arrive, but didn’t, was possibly the worst bit. The waiting in for the promised visit, from eight until ten in the evening, and trying to stay awake, just in case anyone arrived (Hahaha!, fool!) day after day, did me no good either. It certainly had something to do with my funny turn at the After-Stroke Physio session. In all the turmoil and frustration, I forgot to make my appointment with the podiatrist, so I am now still going to suffer from their failings. I’m still trying to catch up on the kip now. However, thanks to interventions from physios, doctors, and management of Nottingham City Homes, I now have hot water! But the spirits are still low and dejected. That’s it, for now, I’ll try not to mention the scurrilous and derogatory treatment and lack of respect and communication I’ve suffered again. I hope to live long enough to get over it. Oddly, I feel a little better for having scripting this paragraph, but it still wrangles!

After the little mind-blast of various ailments, worries etc. I removed my ever-growing bigger belly with a skinny armed and legged torso attached, from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

4Thu03WD 100.20.0 And off to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. And it’s hard to even for me to believe, but the evacuation was even more massive and longer than yesterday’s session! I genuinely am concerned that the WC system may fail to remove the mass one day! Not too bad though, at least things were a lot less messy. Washed the dandies and anticepticated all contact points. I took a shot of the pins (legs), and it seemed like the feet had grown overnight? Haha! The nails were looking awfully long, I must get to the clinic today to book an appointment with the chiropodist. (Thanks, Nottingham City Repairs!)

4Thu01To the kitchen, I took the medications and made a brew.

I took this early morning shot from the kitchen window.

Then on the computer. Updating the Wednesday blog… Hours later, I’d got it completed and sent off.

Then on to Coreldraw to do some templates and graphics. I did a few, then made a start on this one.

WDPG03RHad to stop, to get the ablutions done, before the time for the pulcritudinic phlebotomist arrived. A stand-up job, too early (07:00hrs) to use the noisy shower yet. The session went phenomenally well this morning! The dropsies were only three! (It’s true!) The plughole-unblocker bottle, the flannel, and a razor! The morning battle with the sock-glide was won! No trapped or pinched fingers, no dropping or knocking it over, and no falling off of the throne while putting the hosiery on! Oh, yes, indeed! But, I anticipate paying for this of rare slice of luck later in the day. Humph! The wee-weeing is a rare event as well?

All washed and smelling nice now, ready for the Angel of Mercy to arrive. I put the kettle on and took some pictures of the resisting going down the moon. One distant, and tried to do a zoomed-in one, but I don’t think I will manage a decent close-in shot again, with the fingers getting slowly worse. Oh, also I had to use the Nikon because the battery has gone on the Canon, I put it on to charge. Double Oh, I think I caught a distant crow in the first frame? I thought it was a bug on the computer screen at first!

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4Thu06Beautiful sky, though.

I then visited the crumbling-ceiling balcony, with the finger-traping release locks on the windows, to take this shot of towards Nottingham, a partially zoomed-in effort, to try and depict where the other high-rise flats are. The natural lighting helped pick them out, I think.DEcentish effort, but not brilliant. A bit like me, really! Hehehe!

I went onto the local news site. Gunfire in Basford

Then: Jury hear about two ‘targeted shootings’ in Nottinghamshire murder plot

Then: Third man arrested in connection with firearms discharge, Bilborough

Followed by: Woman poisoned and stabbed in the arm and back in Nottingham

And: 48-year-old clocks up his 253rd crime after damaging cars

Surely proof that soft sentences or hard, don’t work? What’s the answer? I don’t know! 

Just the regular run-of-the-mill stuff, then.

I got the handwashing on the aires, and the Angel Nurse arrived, to take the blood. She came early bless her, but not in time for me to catch the first bus. But this didn’t matter while the beautiful, precious, highly desirable nurse was here, her radiant twinkling smile was my primary appreciation. She soon had me done and sorted. Off she had to run to her next lucky patient. Sob, an inner burst of regret and my passion died!

4Thu07aI gathered the things required, hearing aids in, the correct spectacles on, areas in need had been all medicated, RAI’s (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees were ointmentated with extra Phorpain gel, medications checked, bus pass in pocket, shopping list in the sleeveless jacket pocket (Although this mysteriously disappeared later?), warm jumper adorned, three-wheeler-walker readied, medical alert bands put on the wrists.

WD 100.20.0 A fair bit of time was spent chewing over my feeling of anamesia, double-checking things, often the same area more than once.  Despite this partial panicking that I had forgotten something, or left something on that should be off and visa versa, my dysbulia for the day ahead, remained intact. My plan was to walk up into the park, through the mugger’s twitchel, down the hill and along  Elmswood Gardens, to the Health Centre, and beg for mercy for forgetting about booking in for the podiatrist 14 days ago, amidst the Hot Water Repair Team not arriving farce, and my having to stay indoors, and futile hope of their arrival. Hello, I’m waffling again, sorry about that.

I st off, taking black bags to the waste chute on the way down. I tackled the steep gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park, but had to stop twice for a breather, as the CIDP affected the breathing. Got to the top, went onto the grass, and turned to take a photo of Windwood Heights. It came out the next day when I got around to updating this post, to be ridden with red-eye! I did my best to get it off, but as you can see with the red-eye-removed picture, I was not entirely successful.

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4Thu08aI pressed on into the park and hobbled through the mugger’s snicket. Coming out into the cold sunshine, down the hill, right to the end of Elmswood Gardens, and into the Sherwood Health Centre. 

I explained my reasons for calling, that being my farce with the Nottingham City Homes repair team keeping indoors for nine days etc. going into details that she didn’t really need to know. But it drew a smile from her. Hehe! Grovelled to the receptionist, begging for an earlier appointment and apologising.

She kindly rang the podiatrist for me, but no other appointments were available until 4Thu21aMonday 4th November at 11:50hrs! A shame that; I just wished that Nottingham City Homes repair team will read this, and appreciate all the hassle, pain and discomfort they have caused for me. A vision came into my mind of how the poor feet might look by the time I arrive to have them treated and the nails cut!

I thanked the young lady and went out into the cold sunshine and walked into Sherwood. I called in the Post Office grocery store on the way to the bus stop. I got some of the flakey-pastry fingers.

4Thu08cThen out to the bus stop. While waiting for the L9, a police car screeched down the hill from the left, and it stopped up near the library. Blues and Twos on. I took this shot of Sherwood, looking at the police car. The picture turned out rather well for a zoomed-in snap, I thought, it gave an impression of busyness; a rarity in Sherwood nowadays!

A few of the Winwood Heights residents got off of the bus, but none recognised me or answered my morning greetings. They were busy taking sensible care as they dismounted the bus. No one on the bus from the flats now. I had a bash at the crossword book, at one time dropping it, and a lady saw me struggling to retrieve the article, and kindly came over to pick it up for me, bless her! So kind of her. The knees were particularly bad this morning, growing worse as the day went on.

4Thu08dI got off of the bus and made my way to the Saver Shop, to get some pipe-unblocker fluid.

I spotted they had some of the toothpaste I like in, at £1, according to the signage on the shelves. I got some washing up liquid and DeoFab as well. When I got home later, I found that I had been charged £1.49 for the toothpaste, and the previously 89p unblocker was now 99p. The tiny bottle of Fairy Liquid was not 79p, but 99p! Of course, it may have been my misreckoning or pure stupidity that was the cause of this. Either way, I was a smidge miffed. Tsk!

4Thu08eThe sunshine grew brighter, but not any warmer.

As I fought my way through the surprising number of Nottinghamian shoppers and shoplifter out and about today.

4Thu08FI arrived at the Asda store and noticed this character, parked up outside the shop, on his gigantic mobile scooter. I hoped he wouldn’t fall off of it, the little man was perched high on it in his seat. I bet he was an HGV driver back in the day. Hehe!

I ended p at the self-serve checkouts, with nut chocolate bars, a can of chilli, bags of nuts, Hoisin sauce, and a packet of rice. £15.59 worth. Packing the trolley bag and carrier was a work of art, to get them all in.

WD 100.20.0 Out to the bus stop. With Arthur Itis getting worse, the knees felt every movement the bus made, braking, swerving, turning etc. It was a terribly painful experience. (So much so, that I struggled to stand up, and get off of the bus!) In Sherwood, some of the Winwood Heights gang got on the bus, including Josie. But she didn’t hear my greetings as she passed me. At the flats, Josie said she did not notice me when she got on the bus. Then she took the carrier off of me, to assist my alighting of the bus. Nice!

As we both walked through the link passages, a bloke was setting up a fruit and veg stall on tables in the Winwood Social Room. Both of us had a nosey around the goods on offer. I bought three large potatoes, they looked perfect for Josie’s cheesy-spud nosh at the weekend! I was a penny short of the £1.50, but he let me off! Josie and I walked on back to the flats in Woodthorpe. It was a bit of a battle to keep up with her, by gum, she can move! Hehehe! Back at the apartments, she even put the bag through my door for me. I fetched her dainty cream cakes from the fridge, and tool them to her. Thanked her for her help, and she retired into her flat, then I did the same… well, into my flat of course. Haha!

The need for food was growing within, so I stripped off, got the handwashing done, and got the meal prepared in between.

WD 100.20.0 As I was about to serve up the nosh, the landline light flashed and rang. It was Brother-in-law Pete. (I still think he uses the CCTV rerouted to his computer, as he always catches me eating, sleeping, on the Throne, or just going out of the door! Guffaw!) He spoke of his CT scan thing for the first time, and we had a chinwag which I enjoyed.  He is now confirmed as being free of the prostate cancer worries, but needs another check elsewhere, on something they spotted while inside his innards with the camera. So not completely free of anxiety, but partly, at least. He thinks they seem to be fast-tracking him, got to go in Friday for more in-depth checks on the newly spotted concern. I hope things go well for him, fingers and everything else crossed! (Not the legs mind, Arthur Itis would not allow that! Chuckle!) Then, chuffin’ hell, someone was knocking on the door, (And there are two bells out there to press!), I had to leave Pete’s chinwagging session (Spit!) as it might be someone from the Nottingham City Homes Repairs team about the crumbling balcony ceiling? But no one was there at the door, but there was some advertising bumph put through the box about pensions? Back to the meal.

4Thu11The feast was made up of Baked beans with added hoisin sauce and garlic, chicken thighs and a freshly rebaked still warm sourdough baguette. A side of a cox’s apple, and some potato biscuits. A Flavour-Rating of 8.4/10 was granted! I might have put in a little too much hoisin sauce. Else an even higher rating would’ve been scored.

WD 100.20.0 ac Got the pots washed, had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, a rinse and stubbed the poor toe nocively against the WC seat-riser legs!

WD 100.20.0 At last, I thought, I can get down, out the TV or a DVD on and nod-off to my hearts content…but no! The landline telephone flashed again! It was a lady from the Sherringham Park Medical Centre, with the test results of the earlier INR blood test (That was quick!) New dosages: Mon 2, Tue 1½, Wed 2, Thurs 1½, Fri 1½, Sat 2, Sun 1½. The result was 2.2 INR. Much better now! Next blood test next Monday, will be arranged. While up, I put in the Die Hard with a Vengeance DVD and settled down to watch it.

WDPleft04WD 100.20.0 While reading the introduction credits: I nodding off, waking up about six hours later. Oh, dearie me!

Will I live long enough to ever watch a film all the way through again? I suppose not. Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th September 2019: Oh, to be in the arms of sweet Morpheus… but no, I am denied! Humph!

2019 Sept 26

2019 Sept 26

Thursday 26th September 2019

Luxembourgish: Donneschdeg 26 September 2019

4Thu001

03:55hrs: Woke up, and almost like a robot, out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, not-working-again-today thanks to Brother-in-Law Pete damaging it, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), recliner. Had a wee-wee, but could not find the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), I don’t know why, but I could not find it at all! Nae bothers to me, I seemed to be in a very laid back state? I poddled to the wet-room, and needn’t have worried more about what came out, or instead didn’t. It was of a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

To the kitchen and moved the hand-washed last night, long-sleeved shirt onto the airer. Then I took my medications. Made a brew. And got the computer booted up. All these actions were done in a very matter-of-fact way, and no thought-storms or worries bothered me! Somehow this made me worry.

I did the updating of the Wednesday post. So quickly, I kept thinking I must have missed something, surely. Maybe I did, but haven’t worked out what it is yet? Odds are this is what happened. Haha!4Thu02

When I made a mug of tea. It had got light, and I drew back the curtains.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!

WDPleft02WD 100.20.0 4Thu05Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? Is this possible? I thought? Then the worrying, fretting, nervousness, and the uncomfortable neurasthenia kicked-off. (It had to come!) I pondered on what could have caused this. Ghosts, Aliens, or giant Boll-Weevils? Hehe! Then, I remembered the falling bit of concrete or cement that I spotted on the balcony yesterday!

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The joke I put in yesterdays dairy about the crumbling balcony, isn’t so funny now. Hahaha!

The whining and droning noises were still all around. But, someone starting the drilling and banging (Fire Sprinkler fitting?) in the flat nearby, took off the hassle of the ever-present humming noise.

4Thu04I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! Smug Mode Engaged! Jim-dandy!

The delightfully appealing Phlebotomy Nurse arrived and soon had me sorted out, and the blood was taken. (And cheered up a little, her attendance always cheers me up, even when she tells me off. Hehe!) I was too late to catch the 09:30 bus to town. So, I titivated around a bit. Then got some computer checking on the updates done and corrected, computer off, and readied the things for the outing to the City Centre. I think a World Market is on in Nottingham’s Slab Square; I might get around it and take some photographicalisations.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute, the knees giving me agony, (Two 19-hour plus days and not getting out, has annoyed the knees. Hahaha!), down in the lift, and along the link-passage into Winwood Court, and to the Obersturmfhuress’s and Catwalk Models Wardens Julie and Deana’s interrogation and holding cells office, where Julie was with a gang of builders. I just walked into the middle of the huddle and disturbed them, handing out the nibble bag. Then, out to the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

A super chinwagging session, with a lot of laughter, sarcasm and mild insults flowing to and fro. Great fun! The L9 to town arrived first, and I mounted with some other tenants and got the crossword book out en route.

4Thu07aI got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the 4Thu07Poundland shop, which I visited first thing.

I noticed a Your Bus pulling out, bound for a roundabout route to Derby. I felt a little sad, that I have not been to Derby on that bus, since having the stroke, and determined to try and get out again sometime.

In the Poundland Store, I did the usual buying too much. I arrived at the self-serve tills with a right load. Pork Farms pork pie (2), More drain unblocker, bleach, Gold bars, Poptastic crisps for the nibble bag, Dettol disinfectant, Almonds and Cashew nuts as a self-treat, and a BLT ready-made sandwich. Enough to have to use the heavy-duty carrier and fill the trolley bag.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I paid up, and as I was leaving the store, Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to stop for ten-minutes to regain my equilibrium. I was left feeling so weary and tired afterwards, it bothered me. So, against the wishes of my RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, I foolishly had a sit down on one of the benches outside for a short time. Oh, getting up again was a heck of bother and discomfort, Tsk!

4Thu06But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.

Walking was not easy, RIA and a few more mini-dizzies saw to that for me. Humph, and thanks for that!

I made my way into the Market Place, and nervously got hobbling along the lines of stalls to see what was on offer.  Various take-way food stalls, finnimbrun, Wine stalls, foreign beers stalls, and the regular alcohol stand for Nottingham’s bibacious addicts:

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4Thu13This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there?

I wish I knew why. Terrorists? Escaped prisoners? Meal selecting officers? It must be important to let two vehicles and four officers out knocking over shoppers, surely? Hehe!

1Mon02 - CopyI later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web.

I couldn’t but did find this snippet: Old Market ‘Scare’ (instead of Square) will be returning to Nottingham as Slab Square’s next big event – and there’s going to be a terrifying new attraction. Halloween?

4Thu14I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I limped down Long Row, up Queen Street, and to the L9 bus stop. I started to fade, flaked-out, succumbed to the sudden fatigue, while waiting for the bus. No more dizzies, though, just weltschmerz, all-in, and unbelievably exhausted! Concentration dissipated, interest flagged, and nothing mattered more than my desire for sleep. So much so, that on the bus home, I fell asleep several times, and was lucky enough to wake up at Winwood Heights bus stop, as it went around the island and I nearly fell off of the precarious side-saddle seat! Else I may well have missed it, and ended up in Bestwood! Still, I could have swiped my pass again and stayed on for the return journey. But, would I have fallen asleep again and ended up back in town. Hehehe! Oh dear! Tsk!

4Thu15I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat.

I took the medications. Handwashing was ignored. Got the meal ready, an all-cold affair, I dare not have risked any cooking, and falling asleep again!

I think I enjoyed the meal, though. Found a scribbled FR 8/10 on the notepad later. I assume it was for Flavour-Rating 8/10.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then, the phone rang out. It was Tamsin from the Falls Team. She had arranged for a chap to call on me, regarding the wheeler guide and they may have one to swap the current one with, that might be of a more stable- design for me. Initially, the date given me for the gentleman to visit me, was next Thursday, but not until 15:00hrs. I explained about this being a little late in the day for me, and she kindly looked up the next free date and booked it in when I agreed and thanked her graciously. This would be for Friday 11th October, at 09:30hrs. I wrote it down on the pad, to remind me to add it to the calendar in the morning. How kind of Tasmin! 

I managed to get the washing up done.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then just as got down in the grotty recliner. The landline rang and flashed again! I struggled up and got to the phone in time before it stopped. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the INR results and new dosages for me.  Mon 2, every other day 1½. (So, the dubious-looking to me pill-splitter should get some use this week, Hehe!) The next date for an INR Warfarin blood test will be for 3rd October, and she will inform the Phlebotomy HQ for me. I thanked her, and considered suicide… but decided instead to try and get some sleep…Please! Hahaha! I added the date and time to the list on the notepad.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I got down again, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was stealing my valuables when I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not tonight recliner, I nodded off within a few minutes. But soon woke with a jump. Wondering what day it was, where I was, who I was, and why! Unfortunately, this repeated itself, many times, and getting to sleep proper, took me hours. So much for catching up on my sleep, then. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!

A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!

Tsk!