0400hrs: Stirred from a dream filled night (Of which I can remember nowt!) throughout which I was ever waking up and trotting off for a wee-wee. I think I suffered this the last time I had to have the Enoxaparin injections?
Gave up trying to get back to sleep, and decided to get the washing done in the laundry room before the District Nurse arrived. No idea when she will come. Had a wee-wee.
Took the washing down and got it in the machine and came back up to the apartment.
Took the medications and made a brew and it was time to go down to move the clothes into the dryer. Got a phone call from Sister Jane. She told me to put the TV on to see the horrible fire in the flats in London and asked how I was feeling this morning. Nice of her. Had a wee-wee.
Down to the laundry room and got the dryer working, then back up again and got the TV on. Terrible news, and from what I listened to from the tenants who had escaped the conflagration, they had been told the same as us here about what to do in the event of a fire, those that did follow the advice must surely have perished. No fire alarms sounded they say?
The computer on and did some Facebooking and WordPress reading.
Had a wee-wee and down to collect the washing.
Cleaned the filters, washer and dryer and back up again to the flat.
Worked on updating the diaries while watching the news of the disaster on the gogglebox. Couldn’t use the headphones or I would not hear if the nurse arrived and buzzed the intercom line.
Very depressed with the news. It had filtered through of how brave the emergency services were.
The nurse arrived, a cuddly little thing, asked many questions and injected the tummy. She was here about an hour or so. Said someone would call again tonight around 1700hrs, Bless her.
Had a go at doing some graphics to take my mind off of the poor souls that were living in the flats fire.
The Morrison delivery arrived, and when I moved to go to the door, some severe pains from the innards appeared.
At least I know I have someone to tell the tale too, or will have when the District Nurse comes tonight.
Put the fodder away and cleared the waste bags out to the chute.
Not so good at all, now, even Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. Humph!
Signed off on Facebook, no way I can concentrate on that or graphicationalising how I feel now. Befuddled, Hehe!
Got the pod peas simmering in the pan. Not having anything else heated today, I might leave the meal when the peas are done until after the medicationalistical (Hehe) visitation later.
Updated this to here, and got the ablutioning tended to.
Got the early meal sorted. Not that is was difficult with no hot fodder involved.
Took the medications and gobbled the food down.
Off for a wee-wee.
Settled to watch the TV with subtitles on, so as not to block the hearing with the headphones in case I don’t hear the District Nurse arrive. I could not read the subtitles though, they were too small, so I put the news channel on about the fire in London.
Fell asleep, woke to need a wee-wee, tended to this, made a mug of tea and as I was doing so, felt sure I could hear noises, but where from? It took me a while to realise it was coming in through the open window, I went out on the balcony and found it was some residents from a flat a floor above mine. Got the hearing aids in and realised they were slightly intoxicated, bless them.
They were out in the warmish sun, legs over the balcony railings, a selection of drinks to hand and shouting in ‘Gibberish’, I think it was.
Hehehe!
Got down in the second-hand £300 recliner, and despite the twinges, stabs and unrelenting pains now suffering, I fell asleep again. It was well past my bedtime now, and still, the nurse had not arrived. The nurse earlier said they would be here at 1700hrs, but it is now 1900hrs. Had I missed her when I fell asleep?
Up for another wee-wee and noticed how beautiful the evening clouds looked with the addition of the aircraft exhausts. The almost ghost-like bit, centre left confused me? Haha!
Popped out on the balcony to take this shot, so the unique mystery addition was not reflections from any glass?
Fell asleep again, and just after 2100hrs the intercom burst into life, the nurse had arrived. Cuddly little thing she was. Soon had me sorted with the injections and I bid her farewell and got my head down. But the brain and new pains from the stomach ensured I did not nod-off for hours.
Hey-ho, so much better off than the poor souls affected by the Grenfell Tower disaster!
This is the latest photograph of the complex. 12 dead, still unable to search for bodies 24 hours after the fire started. Dozens injured, many critical.
So, I do not have the right, intention or inclination to moan about things.
0415hrs: I woke up in a confused state, a cracking headache. Rubbish, crumbs, wrappers, pen & pad, mobile phone, remote controls, the empty biscuit box, a woolly hat, TV magazine, the Clarkson On Cars book and last night untaken evening medication pot around the floor (Humph!), the £300 second-hand recliner and me! Felt confused, tired and listless. The eyelids felt so heavy as well.
The notepad I keep handy to forget to take notes of any dreams on had some scribble on it, but it might have been hieroglyphics because I could decipher nothing of it. Tsk!
Pondered on what the day boded. Must remember the INR blood test at 1007hrs (What an odd time to give me?). I’d like to get a good walk into town done, take some photographs perhaps.
Off to the Porcelain Throne, only the slightest amount of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, feeling light-headed? Dizzy Dennis and Roger Reflux both started off at the same time. At least Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were being gentle with me.
Made a brew and it tasted horrible – now I know something is wrong with me. Haha!
Did the Health Checks. Then printed off last weeks to take to the nurse later.
Took the morning medications and back in the wetroom for a wee-wee again.
Computer started and finished off and posted the Sunday diary and started this one off.
Put the nibbles in the bag for the nurses and the Anticoagulation Record Card too.
Checked the Emails and did some WordPressing for a few hours.
Got the ablutions done. An extra long session this morning. Cleaning the teggies and caused a bit of bleeding, but pleased with how quickly it stopped considering.
Got three bin bags filled and tied, one of recyclable stuff and took them to the refuse chute. Put four jars and one bottle in the bag to drop off at the recycling bin on Chestnut Walk.
Back to the flat and checked I had everything needed in the bag. Corroborated that the lights, heaters, cooker, taps and windows were okay and that I had the bus-pass, camera and mobile phone. Set off to the surgery.
Not a soul in sight on the way down to and in the foyer. Some workmen were hard at it outside as I walked straight passed the recycling bins (Tsk!) to the end of Chestnut Walk.
Spotted these beautiful bush flowers on the side of the road. This, cheered me up a lot, with the getting out for a hobble as well.
Down Winchester Street Hill in the sunshine and got the camera out of the bag and into my pocket so I could take photographs of the abandoned retail units from Winchester Street to the library.
Not a long distance as you can see from the map here!
So sad, all those folks gone bankrupt, broke or forced to sell-up.
Here are the actual photographicalisations that I took of the rather sad looking so-called retail shopping area of Sherwood, over a five-minute hobble along Mansfield Road.
Oh, dear, I’ve made a Whoopsiedangleplop here, sorry. The bottom left one I took from the bus on the way back from Arnold. Fancy me, making a mistake… Ahem!
Pressed on up the hill and down to the surgery in Carrington. Arriving with 30 minutes to spare the lady told me as I logged in with the receptionist. Sat down, about to get the crossword book out and got called in to see the nurse! No messing about this morning!
She got the blood taken straight away and reminded me about the DVT appointment I had for two hours later. Kind of her, that was. Chinwagged while she did me. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her and departed and limped down to the chemists to ask for advice on my medications, feeling rather proud of remembering to do this. He was not in. Humph!
So, out, down the road and waited for City Hospital bus. I said earlier, no messing about today, didn’t I? Well, it proved this point again when I arrived at the DVT department. As I was there an hour earlier than the appointment time, and they had me in the treatment room within five minutes of my signing in!
Not the foggiest idea what they did. As the Nurse who spoke to me, had an accent and quiet voice and I could not read her lips. Two people came into the cubicle, one smiled and stuck a needle in my throat and arm. That was it I was gone in seconds into a semi-sleepy state. No hassle no pain, just felt them bringing me round later and putting me on a trolly for a few minute and giving me a cup of tea. All done! The chest and throat area was only a bit sore, and that cleared up with ten minutes.
The doctor arrived and told me the test looked visually alright to him, things were no different or worse than last time, and they would contact me after the analysis was complete. I felt great and asked a nurse if I could go now. “If you’re sure you feel up to it, why not Mr Chambers” In a lovely rich Irish accent. So off I wented! Hehe!
Out and up the hill, across the road to the bus stop, the bus arrived in seconds, and within half-an-hour, I was catching a 58 bus in town and on my way to Arnold.
I’ve said it before, but; ‘No Messing About Today!’
Dropped off near the Asda store and popped in get some Irish Batch bread, and came out with the aforesaid loaf… plus: New potatoes, fresh pod peas, mini pickle pork pies, flatbread, Walkers Marmite crisps (three packs of six little packets for £3 – Tsk!), Raffle prizes for the tenants hour, lemon and orange yoghourts, Irish potato farls, butter and £17 quid lighter! Plonker! Then hobbled, (the feet were bad now) in to visit the clothing department to see if they had any of the loose fitting undies in stock. Could not find any and asked an assistant, who informed me they no longer sell them. Marvellous, I thought!
On my way out, I noticed they had ladies bras on sale for two whole aisles!
Even a choice of over fifty different types of, what they labelled ‘T-Shirt Bras” with about 100 of them on the shelves!
Not fair that!
Sexism it is! Hehehe!
Had a hobble over the road to the Fulton Food Store to see if they had any of those lemon curd cones in again. But no. I did get some citrus lollies, though.
Paid the Oberfruppenfurher on the till and out and made my way to the bus stop on High Street behind the no long longer stocking men’s undies – but selling hundred of ladies bras and panties – Asda (Walmart) Hyperstore. Hahaha!
At the bus stop, I spotted this amazing little wildflower forcing its way through the tarmac somehow into life? How do they do this?
Got the bus back eventually, taking the photo mentioned earlier en route.
As we went through Sherwood on Mansfield Road, I took a picture of possibly the best smelling of all the shops.
Back at the flats and had a wee-wee. Put the kettle on and took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.
All right methinks.
Put the purchases on the counter and then stored them away.
After pondering on what to have for fodder later, it will have to be a late one, because I had to sort out the pictures from the camera and update this diary first.
I decided on the last two small portions minced lamb stew with some of the Irish batch bread! Podded a few peas and got them on the boil, well, simmering.
Tried to catch up with the Facebooking while the lamb hotpot cooked. Didn’t get much done, Huh!
The din-din time now.
Gorgeous!
Washed the pots.
Feeling a bit drained now, so settled down to watch some Law & Order on the Gogglebox, feet up.
Haha!
Really into the TV and the landline chirped into life.
Stubbed my toe getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner as quickly as I could to get to the phone.
It was the DVT Centre from the 4th floor at the QMC.
It appears that my Warfarin INR blood level is now below 1.4 – What? So that is Monday 6.1 Wednesday 4.2 Friday 4.1 and now Monday 1.4?
I have to go into the QMC Hospital in the morning for Two Enoxaparin injections and another blood test, and have to arrange for another DVT Test as today’s earlier checks would be unreliable due the INR level being so high. (Apparently, the district nurse visits to homes to give injections has been cut back as part of the cost saving exercises).
I have to take 4 Warfarin tonight. So, at least there is far less chance of me bleeding to death, but a real possibility of a blood clot or Heart Attack. I can’t win can I? Hehe!
So I took the evening medications making sure I had the four tablets. Did the Health Checks.
Got the Computer on to update this and put things into the calendar. Printed a reminder and left it on the TV screen for the morning.
Got my head down again, and watched some TV proggies, without any nodding off for ages?
No dizzies tonight.
Up to visit the Porcelain Throne, all good. Even Haemorrhoid Harold wasn’t bleeding at all, in the slightest, whatsoever.
I awoke in a rather confused state of mind – befuddled.
I called to see Olive, her son Malcolm was there and we were gossiping about something or other and it seems I drifted off into my own little world and started making no sense of what I was saying?
Malcolm took me back to the flat and had to tell me that the paramedic was on the way.
Found these notes I’d done:
1230hrs: Visiting Olive and I a lost consciousness while talking.
1245hrs: Olive rang ambulance paramedic.
1320hrs: Paramedic arrived. Tests.
1600hrs: The ambulance arrived. More tests and they took me away.
1700hrs: Arrived for more tests from different doctors and departments.
I felt a bit sorry for some of the patients in the big holding area, there must have been dozens of trolley-bound patients waiting, they all had a relative or friends with them and the resulting mayhem with patients being moved along and ever squashed further in an effort to create more room as other arrived all the time.
2015hrs: Seen by Cardiac – After tests, I was told that I was being admitted.
2055hrs: Got ready to go to the ward.
2200hrs: Still on trolley waiting. But felt so much better and more alive.
2225hrs: Different doctor arrived with INR blood test results. Very high, 4.7. Then another blood pressure test and that was far too low after the previous one was found to be far too high. Another doctor arrived and told me to stop taking the Ramipril and Warfarin for two days, and they would let the Doctor Vindla (My GP) know of the situation.
2205hrs: I was placed in a long remotecorridor along with several other patients waiting for a bed to come free. None did. The queue grew.
2255hrs: Told I was being released (No beds). Must make an appointment to see my own doctor.
Officially released.
No buses and no taxis, not that I saw any on the walk home anyway, and I had no money with me either.
Took about an hour and 45 minutes to walk home.
Strangely I enjoyed the hobble, apart from the pain from the calves. I nip in the air, and several gangs of youths kept my attention and forced a rapid rate of walking was attained and kept throughout the hobble home.
Got in and pain gelled the legs, took a codeine and ate a thick slice of shoulder ham.
Sat and fell into a deep much-needed sleep.
Slept for over nine hours.
Rang Olive to thank her for the help from Malcolm and herself yesterday. Arranged for me to visit her at 1400hrs today. When I intend to cuddle and thank her for caring for me.
Set about doing this post.
The calves were still aching relentlessly, but all the other ailments, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Harry Hernia, Roger Reflux Valve, Duodenal Daniel, Inchies Lesion, Donald Dizzy and bruised head were of no concern at this moment.
I was just glad to be here in acceptable health and Compos Mentis.
Up at 0455hrs, spent a couple of hours graphicalisationing for a particular TFZ gal (Can’t reveal anything yet?)
Then onto sorting out the Dyson and got all confused. A quick call to Brother-in-Law and he got me sorted out.
Got the paperwork sorted for when Steve Age UK arrives, then made a cuppa and took the medications. Was I sure there is another one I’ve forgotten about?
Made sure the appointment things for the Opticians, GUM Clinic and the hospital were in the bag/pockets and put the other bag with the jammies etc, near the door so I wouldn’t forget them.
Had my bath, and did my ablutions, Haem Aroid bleeding but not Little Inchy.
Steve arrived and set to phoning the Council about the Council Tax, British Gas (Gas & Electricity) and Severn Trent Water for the old house to be cancelled. I’ve got to go to visit the bank to cancel the Council Tax payments. The Electricity and Gas, Steve has to ring back next time he calls and I still couldn’t remember the other one needing to be done?
I tried out the new Dyson (Only with the carpet attachment) while he was here, it is superb! The collection box is only small, but it is so easy to empty.
Steve had another client to go and see, said he would call sometime next week to arrange a day for him to try and sort things out again.
I rang Pete to thank him for his guidance but Janet answered the phone, had a gossip and during this I remembered the other thing that needed cancelling – the house insurance!
Got the laptop on again to start this off, as I don’t imagine I’ll be in an excellent state when I get back so late from being prodded about and having lumps cut out of me. Hehe!
I’ll take the camera with me too.
Got everything ready, and set off in the hope of catching the 1239hrs L9 bus into town.
Got to the bus stop at 1230hrs and not a soul around.
Waited around in hope for the bus to arrive, without any luck.
Gave up at 1255hrs and walked up and through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the bus stop in Sherwood. Of course, this meant because the bus to the GUM clinic didn’t arrive, muggins here forgot all about it!
A couple of Swines on the footpath!
Got into town and meandered down through the Slab Square where the Nottingham Shoplifters had gathered to take in the sun.
Went to the bank, where I had a long wait to talk with an advisor about getting the old house’s Community Tax payments cancelled. But when the lady was free, she was charming and helpful, bless her. We even managed a little natter together, had her smiling anyway.
Out and up to Boots the Opticians, where I collected the new spectacles and had another laugh and a good chinwag.
Being a little early to go to the hospital (Having forgotten about the Clinic helped – Humph!), I had a walk around and down Hounds Gate. Surprisingly few folk about here too!
Surprisingly few folk about here too!
The sun was out and it was warm. So I removed my jumper and put it in my bag.
Called into the pound Shop and had a wander around inside. I bought a soup ladle and a pack of four mini pork pies to eat at the Treatment Centre. I didn’t eat the soup like, just the pork pies, see? Hehe!
When I walked to the tram stop on South Parade, there were far too many Pavement cyclists around to dare photographicalise any of them for fear of betting beat up by em!
Caught the right tram (Yes. it occasionally happens, ha!) to the Queens Medical Centre and walked down the five flights of stairs to the ground floor beneath and hobbled over to the Treatment Centre. Handed in my appointment letter and the lady gave me a bleeper to let me know when it is my turn, and I sat down and read me Holocaust book. Consuming all the pork pies as I did so. Still, that’ll mean no messing about getting fodder when I do get back if I get back to the flat later.
I was feeling so tired at this stage, I managed to nod off twice! Still, the bleeper vibrated so it let me know when to go in. Mind you, it was an hour and a half wait, but in pleasant surroundings and cute nurses passing by.
No messing with these people, very efficient and to the point. The nurse checked my details, took back the bleeper and led me to a chair in the corridor inside. Within minutes a Doctor, the one who saw me a year ago and actually remembered soon had me examined and told me he did not want to disturb the growth yet and booked me in for another appointment in two weeks so he can have a look again to see how it is progressing. He smiled, nay, laughed, when I told him I’d struggled to carry the bag with my towels, clothes, shaving tackle, slippers, etc. to get there too in case I was kept in.
Back to the Tram stop and soon caught a tram back into town – but what a ride!When the tram pulled up, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest danger to me,
When the tram arrived, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest threat to me, those rushing to get off the tram, or those elbow charging to get on the tram! I managed to get a seat, but a 22 stone bloke sat next to me and I had no room to manoeuvre to get the camera out! Well, it was the rush hour by then.
Dropped off in Slab Square and made my way painfully up Queen Street and waited for the 40 bus. No use me waiting for an L9 to the flats they had stopped running hours ago. Tsk!
Another uncomfortable and pain filled journey again, the bus was so packed the driver had to refuse some folks wanting to get on.
I got off on Winchester Street, risked life and limb to cross over the road and made my way limpingly towards the flats.
I’ve no idea what these plants were that bravely forced their way through the concrete and up the railings, but to me, they were beautiful.
Anyone know their name. Please?
Just managed to get in the flat in time to avoid a leakage!
So glad, with it being so late (For me like!), that I didn’t have to mess about making anything to eat. Made a cuppa and took the medications, a bit late, though.
Tired as I felt, it took a while to get to sleep. Heigh-ho!
Woke again around 0630 hrs, started to recall a bit of a dream – when the sickening sensation of warmth and wetness made itself known from my lower regions.
Carefully pulled myself out of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair to go to the bathroom to tend to Little Inchies bleeding lesion and didn’t realise I’d still got the headphones on.
Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day started early this Monday didn’t I?
Bending down to pick the stuff up only made Little Inchy bleed again. Tsk!
Still, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Haem Aroid were not giving me any bother.
Did my medicationalising and ablutionisationing, made a cuppa, then took the medications, and got the laptop on to update this.
Got a call from the Nottingham City Homes people, they want to call and talk about the bathroom being changed into a shower. Checked the diary and agreed to be back at 1300hrs to meet Benjamin.
So, Doctor at 1000hrs, the nurse INR test at 1015hrs, then back ASAP to meet the NCH chap at the flat.
Got the hearing aids reassembled after cleaning and decoking, got my list and paperwork for the surgery and notes to remember to tell Dr Vindla.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Set off around 0915 hours to walk to the surgery.
Not a bad morning weather wise and only the hills bothered me en route.
Arrived at the surgery in plenty of time. Took a seat and did some cross-wording. Dr Vindla called me in and gave me a cheery welcome, saying “Well, what is it now” with a smile on her face. I do love her.
She took a look through some microscope thing at the spot on me face. After a while, he told me it is a different type of skin cancer to the ones I’ve got already and may need sorting straight away when I get to the appointment at the Skin-Melanoma Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. He tried to book it there and then, but the system would not allow her to, so she told me to book online as soon as I get home She printed out the details and highlighted the things that I’ll need when booking it. Booking reference number, password, and email address.
We then moved onto the problem of Little Inchy bleeding. She is to consult with some department and will get back in touch to give me their decision on the next move.
Then she made a prescription for some more Daktacort Corticoid cream, Codeine Phosphate painkillers and Magnesium Sulphate Injection packs and Warfarin Tablets, and sent it through the ether to the chemist for me.
We discussed the dizzy spells, and she thought the new medications for the injections might help.
I thanked her and she reminded me I had to see the nurse later for the INR blood test and to return to the waiting room. As I left the door, the nurse was there and beckoned me to follow her into the treatment room. I got the lovely lady nurse as opposed to the Obergruppenfurher like one again today, lucky me.
She took the blood and had a bit more bother in stopping it bleeding afterwards than usual. She asked me how I was and about the house sale, bless her.
Handed her the nibble bag. Then off to the chemists to pick up the prescriptions, then into Lidl to get some fodder in.
Caught the bus into Sherwood and then the L8 bus back up the hill to the flats. Offered some nibbles to my fellow tenants on the bus.
Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.
To the bathroom for a wee-wee and doctor Little Inchy up, cleaning and applying the Daktacort cream.
Laptop on and updated this load of inconsequentialness.
Whoopsidangleplop number two of the day. Then started preparing the vegetables for the Crock-Pot. No cutting off my finger/thumb or any other bodily parts today either, however, when slicing the parsnips up, a bit shot off the counter and has never been seen since?
Benjamin from Nottingham City Homes arrived and was fascinated by the view from the kitchen window and wanted to take a photograph, he did. Then I handed him the binoculars so he could see the motorway on the horizon.
He gave me an A4 sheet with the details of what will take place and the hassle involved. 4 days without a shower or bath, redecorating and tiling at my expense and own arrangements, WC and toilet to be removed and reinstalled later and many more things, but he did not give me a copy to keep for myself. Huh! Nice enough sort of chap, though.
The Crock-Pot on, I made another cuppa and once more updated this illuminating diary.
Rang Sister Jane to update her on the Dentist time change and the Blood Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.
So, it was slow cooker cooked seasoned vegetables: swede, parsnips, carrots, turnips, pea, red peppers, red and white onions and mushrooms in a beef flavoured (Salt, vinegar, rosemary, basil, Bovril, tomato puree, mixed spice) Gravy and the two cobs, to soak up the juices. A beef slice and all this made the meal get a rating of 9.33/10. The cleaning up afterwards took ages.
Not more bleeding from Haem Aroid, and only a the tiniest drop from Little Inchy.
Managed to get off to sleep a bit easier too tonight.
Inchcock SS (Senior Citizens) Brigade Urgent Advice
The Inchcock SS (Senior Citizens) Brigade caretaker, Inchcock Chambers, after having treatment on his torso, legs and lower regions for burns at the Queens Medical Centre ER department, would like to pass on a tip for other approaching-senility doddery old codgers.
That is: Do not store your bath salts next to the similar looking and shaped box of Bicarbonate of Soda you use to clean your toilet bowl!
Up at 0335 hrs, wide awake and hobbling as rapidly as I could to the porcelain. The tender tingling pains from Little Inchy en route indicated that I had some medicationalising to do. I was right! Humph!
Still hating myself for missing yesterday’s Community Hut Meeting, I made a cuppa and took the medications.
Started to clear up the things on the draining board from making yesterday’s delectable meal; I dropped a glass saucepan lid, that hit the floor, bounced back up and cracked me on my arthritic knee, as it went down again and landed edge first on my corn – then rolled and settled under the wall heater. When I bent down to retrieve it, I hit my head on the corner of the heater, swore, and as I got up the back went into agonising spasms that left me in pain with it all day! But, thinking about it, I most likely deserved it for missing the meeting yesterday? Gawd, I feel so guilty about that!
Got the laptop on to finish Wednesday’s diary. During which, I received and responded to several calls to the porcelain; Oh dear!
I must get down to the Co-op store in Sherwood today and get some of their Blitz paper towels while they are on offer, two rolls for £2 at the moment. I have some in stock still, so to speak, but like to keep ahead of the game with these, because the usual price is around £1.50 each. They are marvellous for cleaning the bath with, and using as a first towelling off after having a bath. Saves me having to wash so many bath towels. Proper little housewife (Well, single male flat dweller), I’m now becoming now I’m in me flat like, aren’t I?
Went to make another cuppa and take an extra Codeine Phosphate 30g, and suddenly became fixated with should I have Vegemite or Marmite on my toast tonight?
I’m pretty sure I’m going a bit pottier than usual today. Losing it in a pretty big way, but it had to come, as my Dad used to say; “You’re not adequate enough to live a successful life, so make a good job of your death. Oh, and don’t take a wife!” I never did understand that?
Priorities seem to be getting moved about in my head? Perhaps the end is nigh?
Still, if it is time for my departure, there will be some benefits, oh yes!;
You can all, help yourself to my stock of Blitz Towel Rolls. (See later)
Then there will something for folk to remember me with, as they clean their toilet bowls and windows? Hehehe!
I managed to regain a modicum of sanity and started this diary off.
Checked the emails then did some Facebooking and much graphicationalising.
Hours later I got an enjoyable bath and readied the things and myself for the walk into Sherwood. I got one of the high-quality Asda two for £10 jeans on. Not much room in them, Little Inchy might complain later, Hehe!
Set off in the misleading sunshine, shivered and hobbled down to the shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.
Taking a short cut through though the leave lined streets I passed where the builders were building four new luxury homes, ‘Coming Soon’ the sign said.
Hardly a brick in sight yet. Plenty of wood, though?
Called in the haberdashery store and checked out their Throws available. I was after a larger and thicker one for me 1959 Leather old fashioned easy chair wot I fall asleep in every night.
I got one, a brown one that suited the job, £20, very warm too. And it hides the hole that’s appeared on the right arm of the chair and stains from where I spilt the wood dye when I was treating the walking stick to a bit of renovation, which turned out more expensive that I thought it would.
£7 for the wood dye for the walking stick then had to throw away a saucepan after dropping the can and some spilling into it, £106 for replacing the spectacles I broke when the chair arm collapsed, £15 for the first quilt, that was not big enough, £20 for the second quilt, Tsk!
Up the road to the Continental shop and got a half-loaf of Latvian Sweet and Sour Rye bread. (I’ll try almost owt nowadays?) It was made in Peterborough, Complaints address in Huddersfield and the company was registered in Berlin.
Further up the hill and got to the Co-op, and tried to get some of the Blitz towels on offer at £2 a two-pack. I couldn’t carry too many as I had the large Throw to carry. Not that this mattered, they had put them back to full price; £3.65! Swines! – But it’s my fault for not getting them earlier innit? Yes, guilty as charged!
I left empty handed, to the suspicious glances of the Security Guard. So, no Blitz towels for you to grab when I snuff it, sorry. You’ll all have to fight it out for who gets any of my four cameras then? Word of advice here, don’t fight for the small Canon one, the battery cover is broken. The big Canon and the Lumix are the best. The little Nikon one is nice too.
Got to the bus-stop to check if a bus was due, and had about 15 minutes to wait. I had a natter with a sweet old dear also waiting; I think she fancied me because we compared walking sticks?Hehe!
Then when the bus arrived and I got on, I left an unfortunate aroma behind as a little ‘plop’ of an escapage of wind came out as I mounted the bus.
Back at the flats and remembered the parcel for the lady next door that someone had left outside her door, that I took into the apartment for safe keeping. (The parcel, not the door). So I fetched it and knocked on her door and handed it to her.
Put the kettle on for a cuppa, and then got the new ‘Throw’ and tried it on the ailing 1959 Leather armchair in the living room.
Very snug and cosy! It looks messy, but that’s alright, I got it for its warmth, not cosmetic value.
Note how I’ve gone for a minimalist and easy to clean design? Bottled water, newspaper, pen, TV paper, footrest and walking stick all handily placed? Just thought I’d mention it like.
Set about getting the fodder ready. I was suddenly feeling a bit ‘done-in’ for some reason. Put a steak pie in the oven, beans in the saucepan and seasoned them, when they were both done, I added the last of the boiled spuds from yesterday. Some Irish Batch bread, that was so nice.
Rated this overall at 8.8/10. Well, I’d spoilt myself with the lamb stew and lamb knuckle over the last two days.
Sat down and that was basically, the end of the day, put the goggle box on and fell asleep within seconds!
Woke up in the dark. Forced myself into the bathroom for a titivation, ailment creaming and the use of the porcelain. Changed into my night attire and took the medications.
I made two slices of the Latvian Sweet and Sour Rye bread and covered them with Vegemite. Nice!
Back to the living room. Selected a couple of programmes to watch.
Fell asleep, woke up around 0115hrs laying on the carpet with the throw over me? Not the foggiest recollection of doing this? Stayed there. Zzzz…
Woke at 0545hrs: Not surprising it was so late (For me anyway) cause I was still awake at 0300hrs – Tsk!
Dreamt something about being chased by different animals and they each had a helmet of some sort on? Ended up in the abandoned office block again?
The reflux valve playing up today.
Gorrup and saw all the stuff around me ready for me to sort me paperwork out.
No progress on the sorting front. Tsk!
I must make a start on this today – I just need a few more of the little trays for the drawers and I can make a start properly.
WD’d, made a cuppa, laptop on ready to finish yesterdays dairy and get it posted.
Did some Facebooking while waiting for it to be late enough to get missen washed and shaved without disturbing the other tenants.
No rain at all now, in fact the sun shine through at times.
Had a good bath and changed ready to go into town on the L9 (Bless that free pensioners bus-pass!).
Took me rubbish to the chute on me way down, called at the Woodwin Community Shed with letters delivered for the previous tenant – all locked up again.
Chin-wag with Norman and some others at the bus-stop.
Got into town and had a walk around and into Broadmarsh Centre (Mall) to et some trays.
Then I walked into the slab square and had a walk around as I had 35 minutes before the L9 bus.
Took some ‘Bling’ photo’s on the little camera for the TFZer gals and guys.
The top one on the right was shot in the Cope jewellers window.
The second one at the pawn-brokers come Money Lenders of a sort on Upper Parliament Street.
The traffic was light today.
Called in the 99p shop and bought some bread and Mattessons Fire-Dogs at 2 packs for 99p!
The contents on the pack were: Pork 83%, Water, Salt, Dextrose, Sucrose, Caramelised sugar, Tomato powder, Dried red-bell pepper, Moltoextrin, Herb molasses and many other flavourings. ‘Inspired by the Deep South’ it said. Be interesting if any American readers can confirm or poo-poo this claim?
Caught the bus back to the flats, without falling asleep – although it was close at times.
Got in, WC’d, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding. Huh.
Hunger beckoned and I got the Fire-dogs in the oven, and flavoured some beans and got ’em heating up. Seasoned this time with Bisto, sultanas, English mustard and unrefined brown sugar, added a bit of vinegar too.
Had another search for the mysteriously disappearing saucepan lid, no luck, it’s been four days now?
Made the dessert – Blackcurrant jelly with the last bit of Fromage Frais and spray-cream and apple.
This nosh was another 8.9/10 rating.
Ate it, t’was marvellous despite all the unnatural ingredients in it the taste was rich and satisfying.
Fell asleep.
Woke up several hours later with it getting dark, in a contorted position and desperate for a porcelain visit.
The hot water was cold and not heating? Must mention this to Deana in the morning when I ll to ask her to phone Loxley House for me with me NI number.
Had to boil water on saucepan and in kettle to do the washing up.
Took me medications late again.
Took a photo from the kitchen window that I thought was nice, of the dying sun.
Seconds later the sun was gone.
Laptop on to update this load of tosh, updated me Google Calendar.
Finished amending Kentucky Angel’s graphic.
Then checked me emails and did some Facebooking.
Despite me little, well large nod-off I began to feel tired again?
I read until about 0200hrs eventually nodding off again.
0215hrs: Woke up aching all over and coughing and wheezing! (Oh dear boy, did I overdo it yesterday or what?) But I have to take help when I can get it don’t I? I thought to myself.
Finding somewhere that doesn’t ache or hurt in my wobbly-body this morning is proving difficult, nay, impossible!
Between me usual ailments and the newly accrued aches and pains from the last few days overdoing it like, I must say I may not complain if the end comes soon. There, now you all know. You will find me valuables all hidden in the lidded egg-cup wot I hid in the rusty black box full of sewing things in the bedroom – hidden inside a box marked “Life-like Blow-up dol…” well, its coloured pink… I amaze missen at times yer know. Here I am, not in the best of health and I should be morose and depressed, yet I still find missen writing jokes and humorous (I hope) funnies?
After losing me hearing aids, wrist health-alert alarm and me sanity in the last few days, I wonder what next. Hehe!
I keep getting ideas, and some passed to me for articles to do and post, but don’t feel I can concentrate enough at the moment, although I persist with this diary?
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Got yesterdays diary finished and posted, started this one off, checked and answered to emails and comments, then did some Facebooking.
Got missen spruced up to go to the old place and do some more sorting out. Got to the bus-stop and me brother-in-law Pete rang…
Don’t you just hate that, there you are, bus-pass in hand gossiping at the bus stop outside the flat complex with around six other tenants waiting fer the bus… You see they have stopped talking, and a few moments later one of them tells you, your phone in your inside pocket is ringing and you take that long fumbling to get it out the caller has gone! Tsk!
Got on the bus – got off the bus and retrieved me free pensioners bus-pass from the pavement – got back on the bus, swiped the card and walked into the bus to be greeted with derision and laughter from the other folk for keeping them waiting. All light-hearted stuff though, I think.
I overheard someone behind me talking about the wall-clock from the reception area being nicked again. Apparently the replacement clock for one that disappeared last week, only lasted 5 hours this time before it was spirited away.
Pete rang back again. He wanted, being as this was the first day of the two new tram routes operating, to go on them. I was perhaps a little too keen to agree and miss doing the back-breaking work I should have been doing at the old place? Any road I said I’d meet him at his bus-stop in town.
I got into town with plenty of time to spare – glad I’d took me camera so I can photographicalise the tram routes for the Troll Free Zone gals and guys. As I went into Wilkinson’s to see if they had any of the place-mats I saw a bird on the roof of the pub that I’d never seen before (Not seen the bird not the pub before). I hastily got me camera out and focussed in close on it, as it flew away… not that it mattered… the camera informed me that there was no SCIM card in it – Grrr! I’d done it again and the card was back at the flat stuck in the laptop! That was the end of me photographic plans for the trip! Huh!
Got me mats and spatula then met Pete, we then made for the tram stop and caught the one to Chilwell. Getting on the tram was like packing sardines in a can – nearly all the passengers were old foggies like wot I am or screaming balling kids! The seats were uncomfortable. Not complaining like, just mentioning these things.
Trying to communicate with Pete amidst the deaf pensioners shouting at each other and the mega-gobby kids was not easy. Pete I reckon is as deaf as I am but vanity prevents him from getting hearing-aids.
We then returned on the next tram and dropped off at the station, then Pete wanted catch the other new service tram to Clifton – so we did. Not a pleasant outing but Pete seemed to enjoy it – he likes owt that’s free yer know – he gets his spectacles from the pound shop shop, not that he’ll wear em if any women are around, vanity again see – but don’t tell him I told yer mind so fer gawds sake!
Again we caught the next tram back, and as a little girl fainted right in front of me, as luck would have it, we were at the stop for the Queens Medical Centre. So her parents and sister took her off and into the hospital.
Pete dropped off to catch his bus at the station and I went on into the slab square in the City centre. Then into Primark to see if they had any of the strong socks in stock – as usual I came out a little worse off financially, but with some socks, underpants and a dressing gown. I have now sworn not to go in there again until I get the house sorted and sold!
I had a wander around until it was time for the last bus from town to the flats.
I was soon on the bus and met Norman with his mate as we got off we started to have a little natter as the rain started to come, we nipped into the flats as the Fire Alarm sounded and was told to nip out of the flats by Deana who appeared from inside to check the location on the fire panel – Norman wanted to go in to this flat, but the indicator said the fire was in the lift.
So we went out and awaited the fire brigade – Four tenders turned up in five minutes.
While we were waiting for the all-clear from the officers, for some reason both Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna gave me a painful visit with venom. Suddenly I was hobbling and struggling for breath like yesterday and first thing this morning?
We got the all clear and we went up and I got me washing ready in’t bag, the soap capsules, me camera and the SCIM card, crossword book, me umbrella and some nibbles and went down and got me washing in the machine.
Then thought I’d nip through the Park into Sherwood and get some bread.
So I did, glad I’d got me umbrella cause the rain came heavier on the way to the shops.
I called in the Co-op, but as it was getting late they had little choice left.
I walked down to the polish shop, where I held the door open to let in a none-talking lady.
No thanks and she got served first of course.
Tsk!
I walked out and back up to the Co-op and got a pack of bread thins after all.
The traffic was getting busy as I hobbled back to the top of the hill.
The rain kept up this on the way back too. But I managed to take a photo of a tree stump that had been cut into the shape of a seat – somehow I hadn’t noticed this before.
I pressed on and through the park back Woodthorpe Court through the not unpleasant rain and wonderful green coloured surroundings.
Back at the flats and inside the entrance foyer, I took a photographicalisation through the side window of Mugger Lane where the car parks and garages are between the beautiful trees as the rain belted down.
Back into the laundry room to see if me washing had finished, and a few minutes later it did.
I transferred me togs into the drier and sat in one of the reception area seats and did some of me crossword book for an hour or so until the clothes were done – then packed them into me big Lidl bag.
The laundry room always reminds me of Alcatraz.
Got the lift back up to the flat, put away me togs.
Wash and got me new thin dressing gown and jammy bottoms ready to wear. (Not warm enough!).
Used me new racks in the bedroom for the first time.
A break in the rain and I tried me new camera out with a photo taken from the kitchen window on full zoom of a dog kennel (or maybe a shed?) far away. Pleased with it.
Made a cuppa and took me medications – missed me midday ones – Humpf!
Laptop on and updated this twoddle.
Got me nosh done – herb tomatoes with streaky smoked bacon and bread thins followed by low-cal blackcurrant jelly.
Simple nosh but tasted grand! I rated this as 8.4/10.
Got into me new jammy-bottoms and long top then got me head down.
Thought about me tasks to get sorted today: Finish yesterdays diary and get it posted (I was just too tired to do it last night), start this diary off, contact the clinic and beg their forgiveness for missing me appointment and make another, contact Steve with update on the Colville housing application… there’s bound to be others.
No one on the street this morning
Cuppa made, and laptop on – email from Guinness saying my application had been forwarded to Chesterfield for consideration.
I’m feeling very heavy eye-lidded this morning. Suppose yesterdays long day of tasks completed didn’t help.
Another cuppa and took me medications.
Can’t get any shredding or sorting done with all these appointments to tend too.
Finished yesterday diary and got it posted. Did some Facebooking.
Had a good bath and scrub-up.
Then off and caught the bus into town, then another out to the QMC treatment centre. Walked round to the back of the compound in into it and up to Cancer treatment section G. Handed in me paperwork and waited until I was called in.
To the waiting room locker and got changed as instructed by the highly intoxicating nurse.
Then taken into the treatment room where they started on removing some of me infected back for analysis.
They took me INR level to make sure it was safe to dig out me infected bits to test first.
It took them well over and hour to sort me out – with me laying on me face as they chatted away about why the doctor had the email of one of the nurses and not the other?
Eventually the stitches were put in, and a massive double pressure pad was applied then a gigantic plaster. When one of the nurses told me the eleven stitches must be protected, I mustn’t do anything physical for four days at least, must go to the GP with the paperwork she gave me to arrange the stitches to come out on the 24th June. If it bled I was to stand against a wall pressing backwards for at least half an hour and summon assistance?
She then took me in the anti-room and gave me a much appreciated cup of tea, telling me to sit there as long as it took for me to feel well enough to wander home.
The bus wot I missed pulling away from the bus stop – never mind eh…Tsk!
I dropped off the paperwork for the receptionist and staggered down the two flights of stair, out and around the compound to the front to catch a bus to town.
I saw one at the bus stop and hastened best I could up the winding path to the same level and just managed to miss it as I drew close it pulled away. Hey-ho!
The Old Guildhall – unused since it closed
When I got off the bus in town, I thought what a shame it was the old Guildhall building was still unused.
A grand looking and character ridden part of old Nottingham.
I imagined a McDonalds, Pay-day loan sharks, one of the £3 a cup coffee shops, Mobile phone companies or maybe a pawnbroker or two might have been interested? Only joking like.
The pain from me back started stinging as the pain-killer began to wear off, and I still felt so tired.
One of any Gits Cycling on the Pavement today
Took a photo through the bus window of one of the many many Nottingham Pavement Cyclist I saw during the day.
I has this idea come to me like – feeling confident that I as about to get a sheltered flat fairly soon, and not being able to carry owt from the shops while the stitches were in – I’d sign up for Tesco on-line and order a load of long-life nosh and cleaners etc and put them into the bags I’ve got ready to take with me. As it turned out, not one of me better ideas at all... more about this later like.
Me visits here are getting a bit too frequent too!
Dropped off the bus and walked to the GP surgery where I gave them the paperwork and explained about needing an appointment on the 24th fer the removal of the stitches. She looked on her computer and said I have an appointment on the 23rd. But none of us knew why? So she moved it to the 24th with the stitches one.
I later found out the 23rd one was for me CHD checks. Must let her know on Monday.
Mansfield Road near the GP surgery
Surprisingly there was not much traffic on Mansfield Road.
That was until I tried to cross the road of course.
So I wobbled painfully up to the pelican lights and as I crossed on the green man, a ruddy Cyclist nearly had me as the idiot didn’t stop on his red lights!
Still flt a little bit giddy and the wound was really stinging now as I made me way back to the flea-pit.
Got in and WC’s, even sitting down is painful.
What a bloomin’ Day!
I decided to sign on the Tesco site and did so successfully. Then put me order in – but when it came to paying – it kept telling me the card was suspended and I had to call the Co-op bank – so at great expense I did.
They informed me the card was not suspended and they had no claims for cash from Tesco?
So I rang the Tesco, so called helpline. (Helpline! Huh!)
The chap eventually after keeping paying for the call for ages – it was suspended now after I’d tried so often to get it accepted.
So I called the Co-op bank again and explained what was occuring – it had been suspended by Visa – (Eventually gawd knows how much must have cost me) she said she would cancel the suspension, but it would talk two hours to clear.
Well pee’d off I rang off and started to update this diary while I waited the two hours to try and pay Tesco again!
What a crap day I’m having! Intense pain, Whoopsidangleplops and try as I might, I don’t seem able to get any decent sleep in – Huh, Tsk and bother!
I just made a cuppa, and it even hurts to lift the cup to me gob… though
I shouldn’t be surprised, it hurts when I do nothing as well. Just a bit worse when I move anything.
I’m dreading it if I sneeze! Hehe
Well, it’s been two hours and ten minutes – so I’ll risk trying to pay Tesco again – Oh dear, here we go…
Gordon Bennet! Had to do a new Tesco password now…
Aha… Success!
The nosh it took me three hours to get round to eating!
That means tomorrow I can at least get some packing of stuff to take with me done… and maybe a bit of shredding too… wound permitting.
YeeHaa!
Better get me nosh done.
Refried means, bacon and sausages.
Unfortunately as I came to shutting down me laptop, I got a message telling me there was an update for Coreldraw 7x – so I thought (I keep doing that recently, thinking… it does me no good yer know!), I’d just download it. It took about 15 minutes… then I was informed it needed a restart to take effect…
The green start screen came on – message on it: Restarting.
That was a hour and a half ago! Not sure if something wrong or is it the installation of the Coreldraw update that’s taking all time?
I seem fated not to get any sleep or eat me nosh.
Well another half hour as gone by now, I’ll go and check it again, hang on please…
No, no luck yet, still the green ‘Restarting’ screen.
Eventually started eating me nosh on me knee waiting for the laptop to finish restarting. It was still good reheated, Excellent taste! Rated 8/10.
Managed to take a photo by painfully distorting my body to get me hand up and behind me to take a photo of me wound dressing to see if I could see any blood leaking. A bonus here I caught a bit of the wound I got on me head when I banged it on the cupboard door. Hey-ho – Carry on regardless!
Struggled to take a photo of me dressing on the surgery wound to see if any blood had leaked out, but couldn’t get a shot of the lower 2/3rd of the dressing. And it toook me over nine attempts to get this one.
Hey-ho.
Had to lay in a contorted position to avoid pressing on it and I consequently got very little sleep again.
