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.
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.
I injected some Enoxaparin and took the medications.
Surprisingly, I had to return to the wet room and porcelain to have another wee-wee?
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!).
The 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.
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.
Got 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.
Back 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.
Out 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. However, 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.
I 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.
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.
As 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.
Then 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.
By 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.
Washed 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!
0400hrs: Great Balls of Fire! Five-hours sleep, no wee-weeing, no nocturnal nibbling, no somnambulating as far I could recall and no uhtcearin. A phenomenal unbroken five-hour kip!
I pandiculated gently, and Duodenal Donald let me know he was in a bad mood. Then, As soon as I moved my short-overweight flobby-body, to commence removing it from the ‘plastered with plaster by the plasterer’ £300 second-hand recliner; the innards began to rumble, with a difference. No indications for the use of the Porcelain Throne came with the grumbling insides? The movement made it far worse, and I would not be surprised if the intestines didn’t explode later. Tsk!
So, from waking in almost high-spirits, within seconds, these pleasant sensations dissipated into the ether. Tsk!
The flat was not very warm, apart from the kitchen, which was showing 69°c on the thermometer? I checked to see if I’d left the oven on, but I hadn’t.
I tended to the Health Checks next.
All were looking good I thought. The pulse had gone up a bit at last. The weight had also gone up a little. Humph!
I’ll have a good hobble later on. I might go to Arnold on foot, to get some nosh from Asda, or not maybe, perhaps, possibly. With my luck, someone will call from Nottingham City Homes or the Willmott-Dixon Demolition… I mean builders. (Or do I? Hehe!)
Made a brew of tea and took the morning medications. No indications of any imminent arrival of any need for the Porcelain Throne, and the bubbling within remains churning away. But it feels so different to the usual warning-sign gurgle. No messages about this from the EQ, but I sensed a new problem or ailment might soon visit me. Hello, I just typed this, and one phenomenal escapage of wind blasted out from the rear-end – it almost lifted me up off of the chair. Hehe!
I got the computer on and updated the Monday post, then posted it off to WordPress. Checked the emails.
A go on the WordPress reader next.
Getting ready for the ablutionisationing, and had a change of heart about walking to Arnold for the shopping.
The rain was heavy and looked set-in!
Going through to the wet room, I espied another leaflet from Willmot-Dixon demolition team, no, Building Team.
Oh, dearie me! More hassles! Still, no blame attached to anyone here.
These new marks on the lower right arm had appeared overnight it seems.
Finished the cleaning up and went to update this post to here.
Things in the bag, including the umbrella, and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ and Social Shed, to keep dry, while I awaited the arrival of the L9 bus.
I got to the door, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! A decent evacuation, not too messy. Bits of blood from both ends, mind, but hardly enough to be worth mentioning. However, lots of wind of hurricane proportions accompanied the torpedo-like escapage.
Washed-up and set out of the door and opened the hall entrance door to be met by a Willmot-Dixon worker’s implements. All tidily stored along with some windows the lad was about to install somewhere.
Saw the chap and greeted him with a Good Morning and got one back in return
Down in the elevator and out into the dim drizzle and puddles on Chestnut Walk. It was not cold with the weather at all.
Half-way along, a break in the rain allowed me to take this rather interesting shot of the new building works in between the two old blocks.
They will have earned their money by the time this gets finished.
Heck of a job they have on here. Now that more Pipistrelle bats have been discovered; their schedule will have gone all to pot. But, no one believed me when I said I saw a bat months ago, did they? They just scoffed at me! Oh, yes, I remember! Thought I was being awkward or teasing them they did! Hehe!
I Hobbled down to the Social Shed, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Oberstleutnantess Warden Julie were busy in their office. Poor things always are.
I stood near Welsh William and Roy to collect my daily put-downs. Haha, only joking… am I? Some other residents joined us, including Cyndy and we had a chinwag and laugh.
Out to the bus stop and I got on the Bestwood bus with many others, who all got off in Sherwood. Cyndy was off to Mansfield for a days shopping. Naturally, I stayed on the bus. I got out the crossword book, but the grey-cells were reluctant to function. Tsk!
I only got as far as the Ring Road traffic Island, when I put the book away and gazed out of the bus windows until I arrived in Arnold.
The shopping parade was drenched in rainwater.
I went into the Chambers butchers to have a look what their home-made roast belly-pork slices looked like – if they had any of course. They did, small slices and very lean for a change. So I purchased 6 slices for £3.29; not cheap, but they are a luxury and treated myself.
I walked to the Boyes Store, to see if they had some haemorrhoid cream on sale. They hadn’t any, but I still came out £9.99 lighter and with a full carrier bag. Foot spray, shoe spray, three tablets of Yardley lemon scented soap at £1.29 each. Again costly, but this is my most favourite of all soaps. Another self-treat, Huh, spoiling myself here and Vitamin B tablets. Also, I spotted some Plants-in a Tin. You just add water, and they grow. An excellent original idea I thought for Jenny and raffle prizes if she wanted to.
Then to the Saver shop next door to Boyes shop, to look for haemorrhoid cream in there. They had some of the Care branded I had ordered from Morrisons. But, the same size at only 99p a tube. Much cheaper than the Morrison one. I also got a pack of tuck-in PPs and a roll of black refuse bags. I had to another bag now to carry the stuff.
Off then to the Asda-Walmart store. Where I spent an even more significant fortune! Gullible Sillytonian me! Lemon desserts, grated cheese, a red onion, a small turnip, a large tomato, TV magazine, three ready-made meals, potato scones and cakes and some cheese curl snacks.
When I was paying the lady at the checkout the £17.48 I owed her, I had a funny-wobbly turn. Thank heavens, it didn’t last long, but I cannot remember paying the lady or leaving the shop? Or getting to the bus stop for that matter. I was in the shelter, and the rain was pelting down when I came around as if to put it.
But I felt fine, just a bit of lost memory?
The bus arrived after ten minutes or so.
As we approached the ring-road next to the Nottingham City Hospital car park, I took a picture, of what should have been a pigeon flying alongside the front of the bus. But it had gone by the time I pressed the button on the camera. Tsk!
Then blow me the flipping pigeon returned to his bus-escorted duties.
I fumbled to get the camera out again, determined to photographicalise it this time. But no, a bus overtook us and hid the bird from view! Ah-well!
Up and on to Mansfield Road and the Sherwood stop. Where several tenants boarded the bus.
Got to the flats and I legged it along with a Roy and another bloke and a lady tenant back to the apartments and up the lift.
As I got out of the lift, I noticed the Willmott-Dixon lads had all but finished installing the windows in the lift foyer area. They had replaced the old full open grills in the outer wall, with the windows.
Far less blowy and cold there now. I assumed this job had been done now, while the team are prevented from doing the cladding.
Another flyer was found stuck in the letterbox.
Had a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.
I got myself in the flat and sorted out the day’s purchases. Trying not to think of how much they had cost me, Hehehe!
Not that I was bothered really, me being a millionaire and liar. Haha!
As the rain stopped, an unexpected mist began to descend.
I got on with updating this diary. Four hours later, I remembered about the flower-in-a-can and wanted to take it to Jenny. But could I remember her flat number? No! So I got the cans in a bag and went off to the Obersturmführeress Wardens shed, to see if Jenny was there or get her apartment number. Oberfefrieterss Warden Julie was in the office, up to her neck in work. She gave me the door-number and asked what was in the bag. I showed the flower-in-a-tin. I had a nice chat with Resident Hauptmanness Contact Leader, Cath. Hehehe! She had been Grandchildren sitting for a week. Told me to call in the hut in the morning, and she would contact the Doctors for me about the missing haemorrhoid cream in the prescriptions, for me. Bless her.
I went to see Jenny. She liked the flowers.
When I got back to flat and went to make another brew, I noticed that the kitchen door handle had all scuff and scratch mark on it?
I don’t recall them being there before.
I got the oven warming up and then continued updating this post.
Getting tired now.
Did the last of the Health Checks. Hello, noise from BBJ up above.
I had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.
Got the nosh prepared and set about eating it.
The roast sliced belly pork was good as I have ever tasted! Gorgeous!
I had to grant this nosh a meritoriously deserved 9.35/10.
Went to do the washing up.
The mist seemed settled in for the night.
Down in the £300 second-hand recliner and got the TV on to watch a Hustle episode.
Fell asleep almost immediately and had a dream that was so different to any of the others that I could remember.
I was at St Peter’s Gate, and classifying the destinations for each person as they queued up in a neverending line. I was dressed as a sort of short, plump bald Elf. I had this dream not as if I was in the dream, but instead, as if I was viewing it on a giant screen? I sense there were some famous and notorious folks in the queue, but I’m damned if I remember who they were. Most disappointing.
0325hrs: When I got down in the £300 second-hand Recliner last night, my whole body started to do an odd thing repeatedly. (Unless I had fallen asleep and dreamed it) I was nodding-off, for a few minutes, later, waking up with a start. The next nod-off would be half-an-hour or so, and I’d jump back into life with enthusiasm again, nodding-off, for a few minutes… This sequence repeated for hours and hours. I sense I managed to have some fearful dreams in there somewhere; until I decided I’d had enough and got up.
Exiting the recliner seemed more relaxed than usual, and off I went to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was trouble free – no bleeding no mess! Now I was worrying, this is not typical for me!
My mind was full of contrariness, a polarity of thoughts that made me apprehensive and agitated.
Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks, the sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
Made a small mug of the delightfully tasting Olde English tea, and got the medications taken.
Straight onto updating and finishing off the Sunday diary.
Then, I made a start on this one.
Many breaks for a wee-wee later, I made a note to remind me to ask Doctor Vindla if I can go back on the water-tablets for a while. The legs had bloated again.
I went to the medical drawer in the kitchen to see if I might have some of the Furosemide tablets left in there. But no. I didn’t expect there would be any and chastised myself for the even bothering to look.
A mist seemed to be coming down.
As I stood looking at the scene outside, the mind tormented me, with fears, jealousies and self-disgust at my inability to cope with current stress. The chemist, bank, surgery, computer-man, plasterer, Willmott-Dixon and all sorts of things permeated my poor twisted and possibly demented mind. Where do I get help from?
Back to the computer and downloaded the pictures to use later.
An hour and a half later, it was getting much lighter outside. The mist seemed to be thickening and lingering on.
I went on the Commenting on WordPress. But there weren’t any made.
I went back to the Sunday post and sent it off to Facebook, Google etc.
Went to the WordPress Reader section. Some great stuff on there today.
I had an idea for a funny poem and set about creating it straight away. I’ve called the ode, “Sometimes…” It’s no masterpiece, but a bit of fun.
Ablutions were tended to. No cuts while shaving, not bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and only the tiniest spots from Little Inchies Lesion. (More good stuff, I’m not used to this you know!)
I got the waste bins sorted. While tipping one into another one, some gunk fell out… and landed in the already lined third bin. (Blimey, I’m getting some unparalleled Hatzlachah Rabbah today. I’m even more worried now!) It could have landed anywhere, but fate decreed it to fall unwontedly into another black bag. I took the three black bags to the waste chute, then returned to the apartment. Then did my ingeminating routine. Checked the taps, windows, doors, had I got the hearing aids in and the right glasses on my head. Was I wearing the shoes and not slippers, the bus pass in my pocket? Computer off, wet room checked, had I turned off the shower-power, kitchen tap off, oven off, fridge and freezer doors closed to… the usual checks that I fail miserably to carry out as a rule.
Down and out into dark filled sky above. Down Chestnut Grove, avoiding the lorries, tractors and workmen milling around. To the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ, come Willmot-Dixon workers breakfast room, Social Shed and Meeting Hut.
The doors were ajar when I arrived, and the instant I stepped through the threshold, my EQ told me to be careful, cautious and wary. An underlying atmosphere/mood of building tension was evident and substantial, according to my EQ, that is. Although I could not identify where this was emanating from, I listened and absorbed this message. Just saying ‘good morning’ with a smile as I passed Obergruppenfurer Warden Deana and Obgefrieteress Warden Julie through their open office door. I went to the other end of the room at sat quietly and got the crossword book out. The room soon filled a little, Roy, the appealingly-nice Cyndy, the nice lady from the 4th floor, Shirley and three others, then Welsh William arrived. After a while, an enjoyable gossiping session started. We all moved out to the bus stop, and further little natters started off. The young lady from the Care Home arrived and made a bee-line for me. Bless her cotton socks. I reckon I’m the only person that listens and talks to her. She has now got her next Januarys holiday booked in the Mediterranean again. It is essential that she gains weight to be allowed to go. I gave her a nibble bar.
A few of us got on the Bestwood Bound L9 bus, the one that goes down to Sherwood en route. I had few more words with her, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill, bade the gal farewell, and she told me to take care. Lovely natured girl, especially with how she copes with her problems.
As I made my way along Mansfield Road into Carrington, and to the Pharmacy to collect my prescriptions Hopefully.
I took this photographicalisation across from Haydn Road; the overcast sky blocked out so much that one can usually see in the distance from this spot. You can view and recognise Nuthall and the motorway traffic at times, on a bright day.
I was amazed at how little bother was being dished-out my Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna as I plodded on. However, Hippy Hilda was not so keen on my walking so fast this morning.
A farther up over the hill on Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I stopped at my favourite bit of walling on the route. The earth/soil behind this retaining erection is about nine feet deep. I’ve often wondered how it had not collapsed yet? I moved on sharpishly after taking this picture. Haha!
I pressed on hobbling to the chemists.
I looked this up on Google Maps later, the whole walk was only 0.9 of a mile.
But I can assure you, it took me far longer than the 17 minutes as indicated on the map by Google. Hehe! Not by a long flaming way! I think you have to add-on nearly thirteen-minutes at least, to the forecast to get the right, actual time it took me.
Not that I was in a rush. Even with Mr Clipboard supposedly calling at the flat to inspect the Willmott-Dixon destroyed carpets in every room of the flat, again.
I perused a few shop windows and took in clouds that were blotting out the sky.
When I arrived at the Pharmacy, I entered and went to the counter. Where I stood, standing for ages, well, over five minutes at least.
Deepak’s (the owner) wife was at the back of the store in a dispensing corner with a bloke. And that is where they both stayed for the long duration of my visit.
Eventually, a tall young lady came from the back and asked me what I wanted. I gave her my name and off she went to the racking where the prepared medicines ar store. She stayed there for five more minutes then returned to confirm my name, then went off in search of the prescriptions again.
Three minutes later (I kept looking at the time on their clock), she returned with the bag of medications for me, rechecked my name and address, and released them to me. Turned away and rejoined the other two at the back of the store.
I forced a polite(ish) Thank you from my lips and went off to the bus shelter and waited for one to lift my back to Sherwood. I had a sudden appreciation of the Pensioner-Bus-Pass, as I stood awaiting the arrival.
On the bus, once again I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats. But today, unlike on Friday, I got up with relative ease when the time came to alight the vehicle. A fair bit of pain, though. Tsk!
I had rush a little more than Anne Gyna was happy with me doing, to get to the bus stop over the road. Just in case the L9 arrived early. It was late, but I had a natter and laughed with the two lady tenants waiting with me. The 4th-floor lady and one from Winchester Court. I was then in a better mood than I have been for several days, suddenly too? The first lady pointed out how she was let down by the Sherwood Chemist, and she had moved to another pharmacy now.
When we got ‘home’, the lady was kind enough to walk along slowly at my rate of knots, and she told me some tales of her and her hubbies NHS nightmares. We shared farewells and good wishes as she got off the lift on the fourth level.
I got in through my front door (I suppose it had to be the front door come thinking about it, I haven’t got a back door, Hehehe!) and got the medications sorted out.
Broch! Darnations, tiddlywinks and sod-it! There was none of the haemorrhoid cream in the bag! I could spit! This disappointing let-down put me back on a downer again! Thanks, Dr Vindla or the Deepak the Chemist, whichever one let me down again!
With a degree of disconsolateness, I got on the computer and added some to the Morrison order for Thursday! I found one a bit cheaper, with the brand name of ‘Care’. I hope it isn’t any less effective than the ‘Anusol’ one, that should have been on my prescriptions, because that one is not effective either. I hope!
Who is left to fail me, crap on me, ignore me, lie to me, bully me, threaten me, mock me, laugh at me, cheat me, ruin my carpets, let me down… Calm down you silly old yold!
Went to make a brew-up.
I thought I made a decent job of this shot from the kitchen window. Considering I can no longer get the camera out; apart from through the three inches with it threaded through the gap and not be able to see the viewer once it is out. I reckon the mass clouds are braking up a tad – this means rain is coming shortly, methinks?
Of course, I could be wrong again. Haha!
I got on with updating this stultiloquence ridden diary.
Three hours later, I got as far as to here.
I did the Health Checks.
I tried going on TFZer Facebook again. I was doing so well, the nit started stuttering and sticking still. Grumph! However, I did get on for nearly three hours!
I went on CorelDraw in another attempt to do some Diary Pagetop graphics. I only got one more finished, and now regular fatigue overcame me. It is late now, though.
I got the nosh prepared and presented on the Lyzzi donated oval blue platter. Cumberland pie with extra cheese on top, tomatoes, beetroot, seaweed nibbles and chips. I took what showed up on the camera screen, as an appealing meal. But, when it came to downloading it to this blog in the morning – the bloody thing had ceased to be/exist, passed into oblivion, disappeared, expired, perished, joined the missing odd-socks in the ether! Aargh! I loathe, detest, abhor and hate it when this happens! Grrr!
I got the washing up done and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. I sat there wondering on whether I should watch a DVD or the TV – which didn’t matter much, cause I fell asleep thinking about it. Hehe!
0305hrs: For hours, I kept waking after scratching at both of my wrists (Lower arms). Nodding off and repeating the process. Somewhere in there, I even had a dream that I was tearing off my own hands while undertaking a transmogrification of some sort. When I woke, I found the wrists sore, red, curiously painful to touch and irritatingly itchy. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a five-year-old. No twinges or hassle whatsoever Apart from the wrist/arms of course), even Hippy Hilda. This in itself was a baffling-to-me achievement.
To the medical drawer in the kitchen, and got the kettle on, and applied some Germolene to the lower arms. This stung a bit at first, but they calmed down in seconds as I rubbed the ointment in well. The flared-red patches on the wrists soon became lighter. Some disappeared, all became less itchy. Confounded me!
I made a brew of the English Breakfast tea in the small China mug and took the medications.
The sphygmomanometer took three attempts to get it to work. New batteries in it too.
The pulse was still low, compared to what it usually is. The sys was up again.
I suddenly felt shiveringly cold. I expect this was due to either the ghost who steals my odd socks and memory or the Alien who hides things from me. Hehe!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy evacuation. Tsk!
I started this post of as far as here, then updated the HORRENDOUS Friday Diary. Got it finished by 0535hrs.
Back to updating this one and went on to the WordPress Reader section. Then the comments.
Went on CorelDraw to do some work on the page-top header graphics.
I tied taking a photographicalisation of the skyline, zoomed in. But it did not come out well.
So I then made one of the fronts of the flats below. With Mr Clipboard taking the mistakenly left-in keys, I could not open the window more than a few inches. I could only get my hands outside for a little distance and had to take this photo blind as if to speak.
It came out reasonably good considering, well, I thought it did. If you are one the thousands of Inchcock Today readers, I’m sure that either of you (Hehe!) would spot the difference in this one, compared to all my other pictures of this parking area?
Yes, you’ve got it. The car at the right end had reversed into his space! That’s a first for this place.
Then, Guess What:
Still, why should they not join in with Willmott-Brown, Nottingham City Homes, the Chemist, The Doctor, The plasterer, Noisy BBJ up in the flat above, Duodenal Donald, Whoopsiedangleplops, the Bank and the others in making my life a misery? Grumph!
It came back on, but the signal was feeble and would not let me work on CorelDraw.
I had close down the new version of WordPress and went on the old editor to get the photos on the blog. Then go back to the new one, to use the full alignment option.
Selected some words to use later, this took over an hour. Got the computer back on and:
Thankfully, it returned after a short while this time. At around the speed of a two-hundred-year-old three-toed Venezuelan Sloth with a broken leg.
Went for a wee-wee. As I was washing afterwards, it dawned on me that the wrists and phalanges, as well as the arms, were free of the red marks and the terrible itching. A bit of a problem and poser as to what caused them in the first place? Not fleas I hope!
This insect got me thinking, and I looked up on the web to see if any insects live in concrete or cement. There was one possibility that showed up; The Jumping Springtailed Entomobrya unostrigata. Very tiny and they like the wet. In 1952 a study was done, with this statement given by Dr M Martin. Cited from Bryk, F. (1955:1824) Springtailed Entomobrya-unostrigata. Bites: “Very discomforting mosquito-like skin irritations attributable to collembolans of the genus Entomobrya attempting to bite.” Whatever did we do before the arrival of the internet? Well, if you have Virgin Media supply it… Oh, Stop moaning Inchcock! With all the opened-up walls around the windows and balconies, holes are revealing the concrete and cement innards at the moment. And with all the rain we have had, you never know. I must remember to ask the other residents if they have suffered anything similar to my itching blotches.
I made a mug of tea again and took a look out of the balcony windows. Even more crap on the outside of them now. If what Doris says is right, that the balconies will not be fitted for another eight months yet. We’ll need to hire an industrial cleaning service to blast them with high-powered steamers with bleach to get them clean! I bet we will not be able to see out them at all, soon. Just a thought.
I revisited the WordPress Reader.
I went into the drawer in the desk under the computer, to search for a pencil sharpener.
It was most pleasing to find the small steak knife that I misplaced a week or two ago. How or why I put it in that drawer will go in the file with the other mysteries. The Aliens, the Ghosts again perhaps? Anyway, I made another cuppa and wiped off the blood and put a little plaster on the cut hand. What a Shmendrik!
As I was putting away the medical plasters, I turned as saw what must have been dozens of little insects coming down out of the broken plaster awaited being made right on the sides of the window. By the time I’d got the camera, all bar just one of these created had or were making their way back up and disappearing into the cracks and holes. This one must have been like me, suicidal. Hehehe! Because he or she ran towards me. Looked like tiny beetles of some sort to me.
Moments later a dirty great meat fly was buzzing around the glass in the window. This fly was a bit of a Houdini, and despite my best efforts, he avoided being caught and squashed.
Getting late now, and I still had not got any page-top graphics done, and I was getting tired. However, I had another shot at this task on CorelDraw/Photopaint.
Only two done. Not feeling so good.
Health checks were done.
Got the nosh cooked and prepared.
I’m afraid I overdid the sliced potatoes with cheese on top of them.
But I still ate them all, ultra crispy is the kindest word to use to describe them. Hehe! I even rated this effort as an 8.9/10. About time I made a decent nosh.
Washed up and settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner. The TV had nothing on I fancied watching to send me to sleep. So I put a DVD on, Law & Order UK. Not as effective in sleep-tempting as the TV with its advertisements, but they usually do the trick.
The upgrading of the two 1964 built blocks, Winchester and Woodthorpe Court, and the new Extra-Care block being constructed between the current ones. I just could not help to do a graphic, and put it under (below) the bit I clipped from the NCH page, for a laugh!
I just had to release my frustrations with a giggle-graphic. Haha!
It’s no good them suing me!
I’m nearly broke.
On the bink of snuffing it.
Most of it is true anyway!
I enjoyed making this graphic so much.
Hehehe!
This is how things were this week in my apartment after works had taken place:
Entrance door
Hall carpet
Hall carpet
Plastering
Plastering
Plaster on carpet & chair
Curtains on heater
Passageway to flats
1 / 8
Without Jenny’s help, I’d have been in a pickle, cause no one else was showing any interest much in my problems.
Around midnight, I sprang awake, right in the middle of a dream. I wrote down some notes on the pad to use later, and drifted back into the land of Nod, hoping to continue the dream I’d been enjoying.
0256hrs: Woke up, and remembered bits of the dream, saw the notepad scribble and decided to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner, which I did, to the complaints of my doing so coming from Hippy Hilda. Tsk! I wanted to do a graphic of it while it was fresh in my muddled brain. Got the computer on and created this representation of the nocturnal hallucinations.
In my sleep: I had emerged from a grave, Andy Cap hat still on my head, and gone to a tree to have a wee-wee, the tree spoke, through a knot in the trunk that appeared to have lips, thanking me for wetting its trunk. He added something like; “Great drug content in your urine old man, I don’t need the blood though bruv. See you tomorrow!” I think I might have given the bark a hug?
But I had got lost returning to my grave and was wandering around hunting desperately to find it again. I could not recall what was written on the headstone. But, I knew that it was covered in splashes of plaster! I think I enjoyed this dream.
Just when I thought the anguish of the dreaded Willmott-Brown contractor plasterer’s visit to scatter curtain rings around, and plaster all of the carpets, windows, radiator, kitchen sink, WC bowl, front door, a chair and polished wooden furniture, was easing too. It isn’t. Have I lost it or what, please? Double-Tsk! He also left the curtain on top of the working radiator.
The problem is trying not to class the other excellent workmen in the same category as this inept, uncaring imitation human being who has destroyed my home and willpower.
I’ll talk with Cath today at the Social Hour meeting about this. Show her the photographs. See what she says and thinks about it. I’m not expecting too much understanding in return though.
0330hrs: Off to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Went to get the clean togs out of the spare room. Took this photo of outside. Eerie?
Had a wee-wee.
Got the ablutions tended to and had a Porcelain Throne session. Messy once again. But at least the evacuated product was of fewer colours today. There was no bleeding whatsoever from Harolds Haemorrhoids either. Little Inchies Fungal Lesion made up for that, what a congealed leakage I had to sort out. Humph!
Then, I got on with finishing the Wednesday Diary off.
0445hrs: Then made a start on this one. Got up to here.
0545hrs: The Morrison delivery is due between 0600 > 0700hrs. I stuck the camera out through the narrow gap permitted in the unwanted new kitchen windows. I was amazed to see two free parking spaces. Admittedly, one of them was for disabled drivers.
Had a look at the WordPress Reader section. Then did some commenting.
0654hrs: The Morrison man arrived.
Not so many bags and they cost £10 less than last weeks. Goes a little way to recouping the £30 I’ve been forced into spending on Carpet Cleaning accoutrements!
Got the things out, and there seems a lot of them for the money spent, this time.
The sugar-snap peas looked a bit fresher than the last lot. But the Thoroughbread loaf only had one days life on it. Goodness gracious me!
Got the fodder stored away. Put the bread for the Obergruppenfhureress Wardens, in the bag of nibbles and raffle prizes with the crispy snack mini-slices for Jenny.
Got on with WordPressing again, until 0825hrs. When the door tone to Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only wanna be with you’ rang-out. It was the Willmott -Brown trouble-shooter bloke. (Clipboard) You know of him, he’s the one who said he would be at the flat at 0800hrs two Thursdays ago so I could get to the Doctors on time – and he was late! Ahem! This time he was made welcome after he said that Jenny had told him of my problems with the aftermath of the plasterer’s onslaught on my flat, carpets and furniture.
The Gentleman was patient as I pointed out the worst areas (80% of the apartment) affected. He took some photographs and did apologise, saying it was unacceptable.
God Bless and thanks to Jenny. My Angel. (Well, hubby Franks Angel really, sorry Frank). She is my Wonderwoman.
He departed, saying he would catch me later to get things sorted out.
The place was at times, a maze (that’s not the word is it?) of noise from the works taking place all around. The earlier sounds before the workmen started, was from right old Big Bad John.
I got the photographs I’d taken yesterday of the Derby Stonewall tops and readied them for working on later. I hope to get them looking like mountains and add people and things to the pictures.
Set off to the Social Hour at the Temporary Shed that is also some workmen’s breakfasting room, the Obergruppenfurheresses HQ, Meeting Room and Social Hut.
All set, (I thought) I set off to the Meeting. I got as far as just outside the foyer doors and realised I was wearing the wrong glasses on my head. Back up in the lift and swapped spectacles.
Down as far as I got last time, and Oh Vey! I had not got my hearing aids in! Up again and collected them.
This time I did get a few paces further up Chestnut Walk before I noticed I had not got the mobile phone with me. I felt obliged to go back for it, in case the surgery rang with the INR Warfarin doses and appointment while I was out.
Out and through the obstacle course outside the flats yet again. I’d lost count of how many times I’d tried to get to the meeting. Huh!
The rain had stopped altogether, and the unwarm sunshine kept popping through the clouds.
I’d gone but a few paced, and the plasterer who did such good job of demolishing my flat for me the other day, passed me going the other way. To be honest, I did not recognise him. Let’s face it, I only met him for a few seconds as I was on my way out and he asked if he could do the job then. I’d left him on his own and off I poddled. I came back when he had been long gone, to find the filthy state of the carpets etc. Fair do’s though, he apologised and said he had tried to clean up the mats, but could not get it (the plaster) off of them. He thought the carpets might have been too thin, (I nearly apologised for this, myself to him!) cause he’s never had problems cleaning any others. Sacre Bluer!
I took this photographicalisation, showing both old ramshackle blocks that are being upgraded and killing off a few elderly residents at the same time with worry, and the new extra-care care and the Obergruppenhureress Warden’s HQ in between them.
I pressed on to the Social hut. There were only fourteen people in there today. And just nine of them were residents.
I thanked Jenny for the assistance with getting the flat looked at. I handed everyone a little easter egg, luckily I just had enough of them with me. I put the raffle prized on the trolly, then went around with the box of nibbles.
I put the Sourdough loaf in the fridge for the Warden Obergefreiteresses.
Frank came over after I had sat down with Bill (William on Sundays) and Pete, I think that is his name, him who won the nine prizes in last weeks raffle. Frank sold me some raffle tickets. I handed them to two ladies who sat in the corner. Doris, one of the ladies, won a prize with one of the numbers. That cheered me up. And after they had drawn the raffle, the bloke and Bill had not won anything! Trust kind Cyndy to give him one of hers, bless her cotton socks! ♥
I gave Jenny the packet of small square crispbreads. I thought they might come in for her Saturday Morning Coffee sessions. When she said they would, it made my day. (The chest swelled up – it’s just that no one would notice with my belly wobbling out in front – Haha).
The lads tried to help me with the crosswords. But the ones we did try to do stumped us all. So I had to cheat and look at six answers in the back of the book. I’ve never had to do that before. Usually, there might be one or two I have to succumb to looking at, but six! The mind was just not functioning correctly.
A lot of folks left early. By the time I departed and said my farewells, there were only three or four left in the shed.
As I left, the sun blossomed out. I took the opportunity to try to take a ‘Moody’ picture of the Winchester Court block. But I made a mess of it.
Back in the apartment, I met Doris and showed her the carpets in the flat. She was Godsmacked at the condition of them.
I made up a Morrison order. During which, I got a telephone call from the surgery, very complicated and mind-boggling affair it was too!
New receptionist I think. She gave me the INR dosages: Th 2 – Fri 1.5 – Sat 2 – Sun 1.5 – Mon 2 – Tue 1.5 – Wed 2. But, she forgot to make an appointment for me. Gorblimey! So I had to ask for one for Wednesday 11th April. I was informed there are none available. But she could fit me in on Thursday. I told her about the problems with having it done on a Thursday that I suffered last time it had to be on that day. (Not getting informed of any results or the next appointment until the Monday or Tuesday, then it was too late to fit me in, and I ended up going to the hospital for the blood test and getting told-off!) She said she could fit me in on Thursday. (I was losing the will to live by then!) I said if they can’t fit me in on the 11th, I’ll go to the hospital for it. The reply: Oh yes, I can fit you in on the 11th. I mentioned that the eleventh was Wednesday, not Thursday. Oh, yes, but I cannot get you in until later! I asked when. 1030 is the earliest available. My head was now spinning, and I accepted the appointment. She did not inform me of what the INR level actually was! However, I knew it had to be low because the dosages had increased exponentially.
Concentration was now at a minimum, and mental-anarchy and inner maelstrom almost made me dizzy trying to keep it all together. I had to get these dates down in the written diary and Google calendar straight away, in case I got it wrong or forgot.
Then Sister Jane rang me. I’m afraid that I must have sounded a bit vague as I struggled to analyse what was being discussed. Hope I didn’t miss anything significant or urgent that Jane said. (Oh I did feel a right incompetent Meshugener!)
I got the dates in the two records. Then realised that the Wednesday Blood Test Appointment clashed with Foot Lady Sue coming to cut the toenails! Gnash! I had to ring the surgery to change the hard fought for an earlier appointment. She turned it to 1145hrs for me. This is going to be fun: I might well fall asleep on my way home from the blood test.
Phew! I hope they are right.
Made a start on updating this post again.
The doorbell chimed. This time I didn’t mind at all. It was Cyndy. The girl meant to go to Malcolm’s flat with some leaflets from Blind4you, who she got her new blinds from.
I asked her in, to show her the mess. She was astounded at how bad a condition that the carpets had been left in. I wrote down the name of the company (Blinds4you) in my memo book. When all the building and upgrading work is completed, I will use this company to get them from.
Back to the computer and updating this blog, again.
No, I take that back!
Willmott-Brown’s stalwart Jay, knocked on the door, with a spray bottle and scrubbing brush in his hands. Bearing in mind how late (For me) it was, I greeted the lad with good spirit.
He set about answering his phone – and found it difficult to see the scars left on the carpet. But set about doing his best with the tools supplied to him, to clean up the carpets. A good hour or so later, he had done all he could. But I knew there was still marks all over the hallway carpet and some in the living room, too. Naturally, the gifted charming good-looking young could not see them; with his not understanding how good they were before the plastering disaster job. I managed to force myself into telling the bloke that it was just nothing like it was before the plastering as done. In the end, I showed him the carpet in the spare room, telling him that this was how the other carpets should look. Eventually, and it took some time and discussions, I think he realised that I was right. He pointed out that people have been trekking through the hallway carpet. I told him I had had no more than eight visitors in nine months. And five of them were workmen. We did have a joke or two and could understand his reluctance to accept that the carpets looked fine before the onslaught from the plasterer. He spiritedly gave it another go. Gave-up, and told me he would report things to his Obersturmbahnführer, and inform him of the situation. I pointed out that tomorrow, I have the chemist, clinic and bank to visit, so would not be available, suggesting that Monday would be better. He said his farewells, and off he trotted. Nice geezer.
I started yet once more to update this blog. I got as far as to here, and fatigue overcame me. (It’s getting on and late now for yours-truly) Still much to get done and prepared for tomorrow, but I was incapable of any further concentration.
I got the nosh ready. Had a cold one tonight, so I could save time cooking and get some sleep in… Please,!
No sooner had I thought this, and BBJ started banging about up above. I was too tired to cry. Haha! Sob!
The fodder was a disaster; I have to report. The ‘Extra Strong REd Cheddar sliced from Aldi, might as well have been made of cardboard. The tomatoes were equally as bland tasting. The Lancashire Thoroughbread was tough and dry. The sliced apples bruised. The Baxter’s Beetroot rock hard. The chicken sticks were alright, but nothing special. The beef chunks were chewy and insipid. The sugar snap peas had to have the mouldy ones picked out before risking eating the others, but they did taste good. The seaweed was okay. The lemon mousse was delicious. Overall I can only rate this one at 5/10. A pitifully anticlimactical meal!
Later, the following morning, I found this picture I had missed earlier.
I took this one as that handsome Del Boy like the beast from Willmott-Brown, Jay, was doing his save the day activities cleaning up the mess for me. He’s just finished in the room here, and in celebration, the sun tried to come out a bit.
I must remember the things I need to try and get done tomorrow. Bank about the codes. Chemist, for the prescriptions. GUM clinic to see Dr Petrauskas. New picking-up sticks to replace the one that mysteriously no longer worked after plastering session, and the one I fell over while using it and broke it! I realise that all these things cannot physically get done on one day. And my days are getting shorter the less sleep I’m getting. The lack of buses situation on the weekends. My inability to work with any effect after around 1600hrs each day. With all the late visits by the contractors, telephone calls, etc. I got lost a bit there, sorry.
I washed the pots and got down in the recliner, and listened to the noise above and wondered if I would be able to get to sleep… then, in what seemed like second to me, I drifted off into heaven! Ahh!
0400hrs: Up much later than usual, thanks to the Nottingham City Homes paying Willmott-Brown to do the upgrading work, and their sub-contractor plasterer bloke; Who left my flat in a terrible mess with dry and semi-made plaster over every carpet, cabinets, the windows and even on my furniture and walls. His kindly putting and leaving the curtains on top of the heater was not appreciated either. Nor was his wet plaster that had run down the inside and dried, stuck to it! – I’m still feeling uptight and discombobulated.
Jumping Jehoshaphat! Grenfell, to be repeated! Talk about showing contempt and disrespect! And this work, is taking place at a significant cost to make the flats a safer place to live in? It’s indeed given me much pain from Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald. Not to mention the hassle, worry and dirtying the flat!
Sorry about that. But I’m still stewing inside at being treated so awfully like an old senile nobody who does not matter… Which is probably true anyway. (No, stop it, Inchcock! Things will not be put right with your whining and griping on…) Desist, you fool!
Only Duodenal Donald, with a bit of hassle from Hippy Hilda, was bothering me at this moment.
Once I had detached my klutzy body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I seemed to settle down a bit and felt a tad more in-line, nearly standard, and a smidge of optimism lingered. Not for much, mind. Hehe!
I got the Health Checks done. There is a bit of a change in the readings this time. Sys has dipped again, and the pulse had shot up to 94. I’m not sure if that is good or bad. But I felt okay physically. (Mentally is my problem – Thank you Nottingham City Homes, Willmot-Dixon and their plasterers of questionable quality… [Stop it”]).
I’m on the last bottle of the ineffective Antacid Medicine. But, the prescriptions will be ready to collect on Friday, I should last out.
I made a brew and took the medications.
Then on the computer to begin finishing off the horrendous Tuesday diary. Thanks to Nottingham City Homes, Willmott-Dixon… (Stop it!)
Made sure of the appointment for the blood test. Made up the nibbles for the staff, got them in the bag. I remembered about getting the AA batteries, Carpet cleaner and Magnesium tablets made a note about this and put it in my pocket. By Jimminee, I’m almost getting organised here… better be careful. Haha!
Back to the WordPressing. Had to stop, or I would not be able to get the ablutions done in time to get to the doctors in time for the blood test. So, I went off for a scrub-up. Guess what I found? Plaster in the WC bowl and on the floor! (Thanks to Nottingham City Homes, Willmott-Brown and the plasterer… Whoops, Sorry!)
Collated everything needed and got to the door to go out.
I could have started crying when I spotted the state of the carpeting, even after all my best efforts and injuries obtained while applying them to try an clean it up. And failing.
I forced myself to ignore this, as best I could. Went out into the flats entrance hall, and turned back to lock the door.
Feh! I even spotted some bits of plaster that had been splashed on the outer door! Hamana hamana! What next?
I went down in the lift. I could hear workmen drilling on the 8th and 4th floor I think.
When I exited the elevator, the electronic information sign indicated it was 0756hrs, the 4th April 2018, 5°c and drizzling outside.
Oh, and we should all pay our rent first.
I pondered for a few seconds on this point, regarding the unwanted changes being done over the past seven months, with many more months of work yet to come. The Nottingham City Homes and contractors Willmott-Brown, have cost me a lot of hassle, money and pain.
The wrongly positions Kitchen heater, having to be moved so I could open the drawer and cupboard will cost me getting someone in to redo or repair the holes left in floor and plaster the holes in the wall underneath the windows.
Getting someone to clean or even buying new carpets that have been extirpated by the plasterer yesterday!
The hassle of Willmott-Brown changing every single appointment for work they have done cost me medical dates and periods of ill-health, and Whoopsiedangleplops.
New curtains to replace the ones left on top of the radiator yesterday.
The electricity bill, nearly doubling since the installation of the new radiators!
The dust and grit got into the computer, stove and… I’ll stop here, I regret having gotten carried away again – Apologies for waffling still!
Out into the drizzle, and wound my way through the maze of barriers and scaffolding to the Glass Recycling Bin.
Which was overfilled and boxes of bottles and jars laid beside it. Deposited my bottles of empty Antacid medicine and Balsamic vinegar amongst them Dry Gin, London Gin, various Wines, Guinness, Port, Champagne, Brandy, Vodka, Whisky, Tequila, Rum, Cognac, Lager, Cider and even an Absinthe one! Pretty good for a five-day period? Alcofrolics of the world, eat your hearts out! Hehehe!
I was already limping a bit with the plates-of-meat, and Hippy Hilda began to play up a bit. Got to the Obergruppenfhuress Warden HQ, all locked up of course at this time.
I took this photograph, looking back at the flats and showing the hut on the left.
The drizzle was very light.
A little further on Chestnut Walk, I heard the cooing and spotted this chap on top of the trees. He was giving out his Wood Pigeon warble, that said loud and clearly: Come on girls, I’m free! Hehe!
Onwards I hobbled to the end of the road and turned right down Winchester Street Hill. As I said earlier, carefully.
Not far down, I took this picture. A rare and precious one, too. It is not often if ever, I have walked down this hill and seen only one car on the roadway!
I gently carefully and slowly made my way down Winchester Steet, left into Mansfield Street, right into Marshall Street and left onto Mansfield Road going up the hill towards Carrington.
Near the butcher’s shop and Chinese Takeaway, two pieces of Nottingham Street Art presented themselves on my path, that needed circumventing, for obvious reasons. Haha!
I continued up the incline, but I stopped a few times to let Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda have a breather. Over the crest and down to the Sherrington Park Medical Centre easily enough, downhill is far more comfortable for us old ones, you know. Hehe!
It started to rain as I was going through the outer entrance door.
Another new receptionist was on the desk, both this lady and the other one at the back were on the phones. I waited patiently, after all, I was very early arriving.
Gave the lady my name and told her I was in for a blood test. She said she couldn’t find me on the computer system. That’s nice. She asked my date of birth, which I gave her. After a minute or so, she found me and asked what I had come in for. I repeated what I told her on entering the place; A Blood Test. She looked little severe and said, You are early (As if it was a crime!), take a seat, please. So, I did.
Had some difficulty getting into the low chair, what with Hippy Hilda doing her best to escape from her retaining acetabulum every time I try to bend down. Bless her!
I got the crossword book out, but it was a miserable session, with few clues getting answers from me. Five minutes later, I got a gentle yet authoritative poke on my shoulder, from Nurse Ann! Apparently, she had been calling me from the other end of the room, and I did not hear her. So she came over to let me know. The expression on her face forced through a false semi-smile, and she rushed me, still with the rare little-practised smile on her face (Very unnerving!) into her treatment room. This, along with the mayhem and debasement I am suffering. At the hands of those doing the upgrading works reminded me of part of Joseph Goebbels speech given on Hitler’s 56th Birthday. “All forces of hate and destruction have been gathered once again, perhaps for the final time, in the west, the east, the southeast, and the south, seeking to break through our front.” Hahaha!
She reminded me that she only had 8 minutes per patient to get the blood taken, so had no time for gossiping. (Had I been of a braver disposition, I’d have mentioned to her, that it was still ten minutes before the appointment for this blood session begins! But, my being a chicken-hearted, gutless, namby-pamby, invertebrate, I said nothing. She took the blood and found time to smile at me again and to say a few words. I gave her the Easter Egg and departed. Handing in the nibbles for the other staff at the reception. Said my farewells and set off on the walk back into Sherwood.
The bush in the posh house on Mansfield Road in Carrington was now beginning to bloom. And the beautiful pinkish flowers were radiant.
I pressed on ASAP up the hill and down then up again along Mansfield Road into Sherwood.
I called in the Wilko store to have a look for some Magnesium tablets. A lad kindly asked me what I was searching the shelves to find. I informed him, and he went to ask his Supervisor She returned to tell me they do not do them anymore, no one was buying them. I pointed out that I had been purchasing three tubs a month. This statement was not answered. She informed me that I could get Magnesium with vitamin B6 added to them. (I think this was the same as what I was told yesterday in their Broad Marsh, store) The old confusion kicked in here when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I ended up buying some. But don’t think I should use them after all until I get the all-clear from the nurse or Doctor. Tsk! I then went off a mammoth spending spree, thanks to Willmott-Brown and… Sorry. I spent a fortune on stuff to get the carpets cleaned. Vanish Gold, Dettol spray disinfectant, a scrubbing brush, the tablets, some AA batteries, cistern blocks… £41.75. But with the Special Offers, it came down to £32. Savings being made, on the Dettol spray, Vanish Foam and the AA batteries.
I struggled with the weight of the bags, out onto Mansfield Road. The rain had stopped altogether.
I took a photograph of the now busier traffic. Much to the disapproval of the Herbert in the red hat?
I wandered up the road, with about fifteen minutes before the L9 bus was due. At the bus stop, was a lady from Woodthorpe Court. She was reading a ladies magazine and did not want to have a chinwag. Roy joined the queue and got on a direct City bound bus.
On the L9 managed a bit of gossip with the gal and some other passengers, for the few stops we travelled before arriving at Chestnut Walk.
We got to the apartments and up the lift. The lady getting off on the fourth floor.
When I saw all the stains on the carpets, all the misery returned.
I did the Health Checks, then put the gear away and had a wee-wee.
I looked at the Magnesium with Vitamin B+ tablets.
Blimus! They were big! Much more massive than the Trental ones, and sometimes take on getting down. I could not decide whether to take them or not. Next time I go out, I’ll have a look to see if Boots or Holland & Barrets sell the plain ones. I might have to risk these if none of the straight magnesium ones is available.
They do help keep the night cramps down a bit, I think. Sandie Lentz recommended me using these, and they do work. Thanks, Sandie ♥.
1300hrs: I got the computer on to update this blog.
1545hrs: Got it done up to here, and got the meal in the oven. I hope I can eat more than yesterday.
At least, BBJ’s noise from above stopped me falling to sleep and letting the fodder burn.
The ready meal was an Asda-Walmart Lasagne Al Forno. Never heard of these, but the picture on the outer wrapping looked good. IT said on the back of the sleeve, it was finished with Pecorino cheese. Never heard of that either. I looked it up on the web; “Pecorino is a family of hard Italian cheeses made from ewe’s milk. The word derives from Italian Pecora meaning sheep”.
I made some stuffing to go with it, but it didn’t turn out well and only ate a small bit of that. Last of the beef chunks were alright. The Chinese seaweed was okay, too, as were the sliced tomatoes and extra cheddar cheese I put on top of the meal. Overall, an 8/10 for content. Hehe!
A little late again in getting the head down, and surprisingly I struggled to get to sleep. I put on the Munich film to watch, and was soon off in the land of Nod, the dream-filled world of respite from reality.
00550hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner within minutes of waking. Some form of rare-determination and will-power had overtaken my usually tepid yet obedient to psychosis and wandering off of on its own accord vacillating route and path of my mind.
I collected the ready to go laundry bag with togs and accoutrements and was off and down the lift by 0112hrs.
Into the laundry room and got the machine going in a couple of minutes. Then back up in the lift to the apartment and straight on the computer to start creating this post off.
The time flew, and it was soon time to go back down and move the laundry into the dryer.
A belated note about another of our clan of residents passing away. We’re dropping like flies this year!
Back up to the flat again, had a wee-wee and made a brew.
Odd that no Porcelain Throne demands had been made yet from the innards?
I got the Health Checks tended to. Made up the graph for the nurse on Wednesday’s blood test.
As I was taking the medications, I wondered whether I should still be swallowing so many of the pink Trental Pentoxifylline tablets. I was prescribed them before the heart operation years ago.
I looked them up. The first site said; “These medications work by improving blood flow in the arms and legs. Pentoxifylline is used to treat chronic circulation disorders of the arms and legs, such as intermittent claudication (peripheral arterial disease) or trophic ulcers due to a poor blood supply.” I dug further, did a search with the name and heart, and got: “For patients with chronic occlusive peripheral vascular disorders of the extremities.” The last page indicated; Side Effects
The information possibly goes a way to explaining things. I might ask Dr Vindla about this later. They had mentioned possibilities relating to current ailments: Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis?
Down to collect the laundry from the dryer.
Noticed another new sign on the notice board this time, a plea from the owner of a Glade Air Freshener spray, who lives in flat 21, for it to be returned by whoever nicked it!
Add this to the things stolen from the Obergruppenfurher Wardens Temporary Shed and Social Hut, and I think we may have to call in Columbo, Frost or Sherlock Holmes in to sort them out. Hehe!
Extracted the clothing and got it folded and into the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum and found yet another odd sock!
Up to the apartment with the bag, and got it stored away.
It was 0320hrs when I had finished all the laundry room duties. Good going eh?
I did take a photograph of the electronic signboard near the lifts, but that too disappeared into the ether! I’m getting fed-up with this happening!
Just like yesterday morning, I heard that loud noise as if something was falling and landing on something hard? But there was no way could I identify where it was originating from. Most annoying.
I then updated this blog to here. Then, finished off the Sunday diary.
Went to make a small mug of tea. Waiting for the kettle to boil, I went in the spare room to have a search for the odd brown sock. No luck!
But I did take this photo from the window. Bit of a ‘Moody’ one, do you think?
Back to my beloved computer to Check the Emails. Can you believe it!
Luckily it returned in a few minutes. But going so slow now. Took me ages to get the email postings done.
The flat has turned cold suddenly. My legs felt so cold too. I went around to check the windows and door were all shut and closed-to. The door was closed and locked. Spare room window, the wind was coming in through the two areas awaiting filling-in. The Kitchen window frames not letting anything in, but where the vast regions are also pending filling-in were, not only wind but rain was coming in! The front room, where the deeper holes around the outer frame, where I can see the pebble-like stones that fill the outer wall, it was moving the curtains with the incoming wind!
Back to the kitchen and made a mug of tea – and had to leave it to get cold, due to the startlingly accelerated need to use the Porcelain Throne! Another multi-coloured evacuation today, but far less messy with it, and no blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. So glad I invested in the Germaloid cream, now! The fungal lesion was a different story though, fresh and dried blood everywhere. Still, it is a quotidian event recently, so no surprise to me.
The tea was still just about warm enough to drink, so back to the computer.
I made the WP comments, then went to the WordPress Reader section. Next, back onto CorelDraw to create the header graphics for seven days, and save them to drafts. It took me over three hours, but I was pleased I’d got them done.
During these three-and-a-bit hours, boy did the weather change!
Did the Health Checks. Then back to the WordPress Reader then Comments.
I wish I could send some of the rain to Alburquerque for my cyber-friend Tim to have. There’s a bit of a shortage of precipitation in New Mexico. Thinking of this reminded me that Tim made a comment on Saturdays post, which made me larf!
“From Tim Saturday: Ace Inspector Inchcock comes in on the scene of a murder. “What do you think Ace Inspector?” asks one of the officers on the scene. “I think I have towee-wee.” Replies Ace Inspector Inchcock. While standing at the urinal waiting for his prostate and bladder to reach an agreement, he looks up at the ceiling and reads “What are you looking up here for? The joke’s in your hand!” After a few chuckles, Ace Inspector Inchcock says “That’s it!” “What’s it?” the officer asked as he walked into the wet room. “The Joker!” Replied Ace Inspector Inchcock. “The Joker did it.” And the brilliant Ace Inspector Inchcock solved another murder.
Hehehe! It tickled me.
Made a mug of tea again, and did the third Health Checks. Tidied the wet room up.
Noise from BBJ above. Got the oven warming up, ready for the meal.
Feeling drained as well, now.
Got the meal served up.
An Asda-Walmart Cumberland Pie with extra cheese on top, half a mini-minced-beef puff pastry pie, tomatoes, mashed potatoes with cheese and some seaweed.
Followed by a lemon mousse and a mug of fresh orange juice.
Ate it all up, then tried the internet.
Computer back on again.
Not that I could do much on it, as Craig Cramps came on in the left hand and fingers. I couldn’t have picked my nose let alone type accurately.
Went for a wee-wee, that was interesting with the fingers all bent, painful and uncontrollable. Hehe!
I turned off the computer, too tired mentally to concentrate, anyway.
Another wee-wee and I settled down for an extended period of nods-off-waking-ups.
00305hrs: Gor-blimey, I’m feeling rough this morning. Not the usual ailments to blame. I’m just feeling tired and depressed for some reason. Tired, after having an excellent long six-hour dream-filled sleep, and as for why I’m so pessimistic, I have no idea. And, Sister Jane and Pete should be calling to visit later.
Like a robot, I fell out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got the Health Checks done. The brewing in readiness for a Porcelain Throne session already bubbling and fermenting away in the innards. It’s going to one heck of an evacuation when it comes, methinks.
Made a brew and took the medications.
I took this photo through the balcony door window. It dawned on me, that when the actual balcony is in place outside, I’m not going to able to take shots like this, because of all the small panes of glass and frames that will be installed.
See? I’m already finding faults, to fuel the depression. Tsk!
Computer turned on, and I started this blog. Then went to finish yesterdays. All done and posted off.
WordPress reading next.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy, very much so. Heck of a job cleaning up afterwards. Thinking of cleaning, I decided I’d better get some done in the flat before Sister Jane comes to judge, scrutinise, criticise, probe, and appraise what I’m doing wrong or failing to do. Hehe! Only joking! (I think, we’ll see what occurs during her investigation first?)
0500hrs: Back in a bit.
0748hrs: I’m back. I swept (Don’t want to use the hoover too early in the day, mustn’t upset the neighbours) and mopped the kitchen floor.
At one point, I injudiciously got a bowl of water, cloth and put some Flash in it, then bent down on my knees so I could get to clean where it really was dirty behind the door.
It took me longer to get back up on my feet than it did to clear-out the corner! And now I have the attention of Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna to put up with. Confoundations!
Apparently, some things were, with the best will in the world, beyond my capabilities to mend, repair or put-right. substantial
The two holes in the kitchen floor and many more on the wall beneath the unwanted new windows. Kindly left for me when the Willmott-Brown engineers installed it, too close to to the cupboard that I could not open the door or drawer.
The new wider-window ledge that blocks my view when looking down to see if any Emergency vehicles are on site when an Alarm goes off. It is already scratched and stained – but is inaccessible to me for cleaning. I cannot get to it cause the window is too broad and far back for me to reach.
The foam filling that the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance & Repair bloke put in to fill the massive hole behind the ventilation cover: Which came out seconds after he had left (in a hurry) and ran down the wall over the tiles and electricity sockets.
– 5.The cracks to the left of the new windows that need plastering. The even bigger and broader holes left to the right of the windows that need plastering. But, they do offer some entertainment as flying insects, with meat flies often appear from deep within the wall.
I just thought I’d mention it.
Made a brew and did the Health Checks early, in case I forget during the Royal Visit. He-He!
Back to updating this post. I heard a loud thudding noise, but could not identify where it came from.
Went to get the ablutions done. I had a wee-wee, then a good shave. Did the teggies. Then got under the shower. Another high-level noise the sounded like something substantial has been dropped on a hard floor. Had a look around, but found not from where it emanated. Bit worrying this? Then the shower unit started making a loudish bleeping noise, and the water stopped flowing. Lights flashed with Water Supply unavailable and Reset. I could not see a reset button anywhere on the unit. So, I turned off the power supply box and tried again, with the same water failure results?
I gave up. Trust this to happen when there is no one ‘Official’ on site for another 53hrs. I got the rear-end and front bottom medicated after drying off.
Went to make a cup of tea.
Took this shot of the Tree Copse, catching the grotty balcony support that has been stripped down and is awaiting the arrival of some sub-contractor company later in the year, to install the balconies.
I went in the spare room, to have another look to see if I might spot whatever the two earlier noises had been, but could not see anything likely to have been the cause of them.
Taking another photograph of the garages at the end of the road, and an urgent need arose for me to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, but not bloody at all evacuation.
Back to the computerisationing session.
Gone 1100hrs, so Jane and Pete should be here anytime now.
1115hrs: The intercom chirped into life. Jane and Pete had arrived. They had recorded the QMC programme for me to disc, they also gave me a batteryless little torch to put in as a raffle prize for the Social Hour. Hope I remember by Thursday.
We had a Super-Gossip. I must say they both looked grand, I’m glad to report. During which Pete had a look at the heaters, reassured me with a smile on his face, that the plasterers should have no bother in patching up the windows and door. (Him being somewhat of a handyman, Par Excellence). Please don’t let him know I said this. Hehe!) They will not know how much I appreciated the visit. Super-duper!
They departed, and I went as far as the elevator with them, but boy oh boy, was it cold out there, with the wind blowing in the massive vents on the outer walls! Brr! Said our farewells and I returned to the flat and had a wee-wee and tended straight away to the Fungal Lesion as it has started bleeding a while back, but I didn’t want to upset the chinwagging session at the time. Of course, this meant I was too late to wave cheerio to them from the kitchen window. But, with the new full-width ledges, I’m not sure they would have seen me, or me them for that matter. Tsk! Sorted things and medicated with the Daktacort cream.
Then I realised I had not asked Pete to take some photographs for me! Twit!
Back on CorelDraw to do some more work on the draft pictures.
Did the Health Checks.
Got the Cumberland Pie covered with extra grated Leicester cheese on top, and into the oven. Added two, one-day out-of-date potato cakes for the last ten minutes. The last of the beef slices, sliced apple and sliced tomatoes were added to the plate.
This went down nicely with the Lemon yoghourt afterwards.
Luckily, I had consumed about 85% of this meal, before I dropped off to sleep while eating it! Klutz.
I cleaned up and put on a Goodnight Sweetheart DVD. Stayed awake for two episodes, nodded-off and woke up as the sixth episode was ending.
Once again, I heard a loud noise, but could not identify where it emanated from. But it sounded close. I felt that Anne Gyna had left th body and Duodenal Donald was getting worse.
Within seconds I’d gone to sleep again. Only for Duodenal Donald to keep waking me with his stabbing pains. Tsk! I got up and took an extra pain-killer and a swig of the innefectual antacid medicine.
0330hrs: Fiddlesticks! I woke up feeling a bit lively (even if only in mind as opposed to the body), decided I’d get the laundry done first thing. The moment I stirred my wobbly-barrel-like body to remove it from the £300 second-hand recliner – the ailments convinced me not to do down to do the laundry. Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald combined with Dizzy Dennis to make the start of the day a somewhat uncomfortable one.
I had planned to get a bit of cleaning up done before Sister Jane arrives tomorrow to tell me off. But, the slightest stretching or bending was painful, kicking Donald into misery-making action. The situation might change later on though.
I hobbled (The tootsies have been sore for a while now) into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Made a strong-brew of Yorkshire tea, that was very welcome indeed and went down comfortingly. (Is that the right word?)
The pulse is still low, I think.
I had to get to the Porcelain Throne in haste, as things burst into action in that department with such rapidity, almost explosively. I only just got there in time. This evacuation was the one with a significant difference. Quick, not so messy and no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold whatsoever! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding, as usual. Cleaned-up and back to the kitchen.
Another mug of tea had to be made to replace the one that had gone cold. Foolishly as it turned out, I decided to use the fancy bigger cup.
It slipped from my shaking Shaun grasp, hit the floor and the handle broke off. Getting down to retrieve it was disturbingly painful and started Anne Gyna and Duodenal Duncan off. I managed to cut the left thumb on the broken pottery where the gripper used to be. Well, pickle my walnuts! Afterwards, I noticed the vein along the back of the digit showed up on the skin, I wonder why? I carefully wrapped the broken pieces in some kitchen towels and put them in the black waste bag… carefully! Hehe! On the bright side, I was glad I bought two of these mugs and made a brew in the broken receptacle’s brother Cautiously!
I spotted the rain on the kitchen window. I know I said I would not risk taking any more shots from outside of this window, because of the dangers and limited view offered now they have made the openings so much higher and farther to reach to. (What a mouthful there? Haha!)
I was in a right state to try stretching, so I just stuck the camera out, while trying to protect it from the rain, and blindly snapped a photo.
Not a bad effort, considering. It came out a bit of a ‘Moody’ one. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly. Mayhap? Or not.
All pure pot-luck of course.
I started to create this blog, and got as far as here, by 0610hrs, then went on to update the Friday diary.
0730hrs: Began getting Friday’s diary concluded and posted off.
After four-hours of creating page top graphics, getting only three done, and listening to that Git upstairs, Big Bad John banging about, I made another brew of tea.
I thought I might have a pie, potatoes and garden peas for a change later. Just a thought, like.
I spent many more hours on doing the page top humour graphics. Accompanied all the day by Big Bad John’s rattling and banging on and off.
Went to prepare the meal, get it cooking.
Did the Health Checks.
I took a photograph of the meal, but another one goes AWOL into the ether, never to be seen again? Tsk!
