Up at 0259hrs: No dreams remembered, but I knew I’d had them. Tsk!
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – all good.
Computer started and reminder notes to use found, and I could even decipher some of them.
Then the shakes started, no dizzies, no Anne Gyna, just the shakes. They stayed for a few minutes while I was taking the Health Checks.
The batteries on the BP thingamabob ran out. That’s the little clock in the kitchen, the radio in the wetroom now this one that the batteries have conked out on me within 24 hours. I must get some more batteries when out again.
0330hrs: Sys: 153 Dia: 79 Pulse 86 Temp 35.8 Weight: 14.87 Nowt to fret over. Going to take the morning medications and realised that once again, I’d missed the evening ones. With it being so early, and now must remember to take the morning ones later.
The shakes departed as I made a mug of tea.
Found a letter in the hallway. More tests to be done. Only an Annual one this time. CHD. I must remember to book this on Thursday at the INR blood test… and to ask for a sample bottle for Little Inchy’s liquid.
Back to the computer, a quick go on Facebook to add the recent photographs to the albums. Recorded the HC readings. Then Dizzy Dennis visited me. A short and sharp session this one, not nice, but far better than a long one.
Went to make another mug of tea and Duodenal Donald started kicking off. Bit annoyed at this as earlier, things seemed to be so quiet and calm on the ailment side of things. Humph!
Made another brew. Drinking a lot this morning?
Feeling a bit depressed now, so I’ve put some New Vaudeville Band music on YouTube to cheer me up.
Started this dairy off up to here, then finished off the Monday one.
Hours spent WordPress reading and checking on the Grammarly’s extensions in Firefox.
Had a wee-wee.
Made another drink to replace the one that went cold.
Gone a bit dark now, still no rain yet though, so I might nip out later on if the threat does away.
Had a wee-wee. (Getting a bit regular?)
I was fascinated watching some dogs who had taken their owners for a walk in the bottom field. Tried to photograph them jumping about in the long grass, but they were very quick (The dogs, not the owners), too fast for me. That is until two more dogs tuned up and the wagging tailed group of them met up and with apparent joy, started to play and enjoy themselves as they went into bushes and grass chasing each other.
I was temporarily transmuted into a happy chappie while I watched them.
Checked the Google Calendar for tasks needing attention.
Wednesday and Thursday there a was a few things to remember. At least I can to the Tenants Social Hour for once. The last three weeks with the Enoxaparin injections, I’ve not been able to attend. Mind you, I won’t have much time, cause the INR blood test is oddly timed for 1122hrs. So it takes me about 50 minutes on a good day to walk to the surgery, so I must leave at… let me work this out, I’ll get my calculator… leave at 1030hrs to get there in time, maybe earlier if Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna are playing me up?
Hello… remembered the morning medication needed taking late. So I did.
Thinking I’d photograph the tablets in my hand, to show off how much better Arthur Itis was treating me and proud to have not missed taking them… and I dropped them when Shaking Steven caught me off guard! Huh!
Got all of them apart from the Bisoprolol Fumarate 3g. I’ll probably find it in a few days when I hoover up. Haha!
Did some Facebooking catch-up. Spent far too much time on it, hours again. Tsk!
Had a wee-wee.
Made a cuppa and podded the peas and put them in the saucepan with some water and demerara sugar to marinate.
Opened CorelDraw and made a start on some graphicationalisationing. This is the first one completed for TFZ’er Luscious Lona.
Took about 2 hours start to finish. Posting it on Facebook now.
Had a wee-wee.
Had some mail through the letterbox.
Blimus, I’ve got some to sort out and remember, again. Tsk!
Can I still smell the bacon in here?
Back to the graphicalisationing. Well, that was the plan. Just had a visit from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven.
0500hrs: Woke full of memories of what I believe were bizarre dreams. By the time I’d fought my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the Porcelain Throne room, every bit of memory had gone, and no scribbled notes on the pad. Tsk!
At least the Throne session was not too bad, splattered just a bit and minimal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold.
Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all having a go at me. The Whoopsiedangleplop last night is the reason, I assumed.
Took the medications, realising I’d missed last nights again. Took just one Warfarin extra.
Health checks were done, a bit of a dodgy start on this weeks health checks.
Some odd numbers recorded?
Had a wee-wee.
The computer on and finalised yesterday’s diary. Took me while the fingers were stiffening a bit.
Podded some fresh garden peas and got them in the saucepan ready for later.
Started this one off, then did some WordPress reading and comment replies.
Checked the Google Calendar for a date when free to order some nosh from Morrisons. Did the order.
Facebook activities followed.
Had a wee-wee.
Carried out the ablutions and got me all smelling nice, medicated and dressed.
Took the four bags waste, 3 regular 1 recycling to the chute on my way out. Pressed the button for the lift, it was on the 14th floor – it bypassed my 12th floor to the 3rd floor then to the ground floor. It came up to the 6th floor, the 15th floor and finally down to the 12th floor. Good job I didn’t have a bus that needing catching. Hehe!
Anne Gyna was bit bothersome.
Got down to the ground floor, and I realised I’d left the camera and mobile in the flat. Tsk! .So, back up in the elevator again, pressed the button while the lift was on the 7th floor, it went up to the 9th and then the 13th floor, down to the 5th floor stopped at the fifth floor, the 4th floor and the 3rd floor, finally getting down to the ground floor. (I made a note of this activity to remember to record later) Fully expecting folk to want to get out of the lift I stood back as the doors opened – it was empty?
Was this due to there only being the one elevator working?
Anyway, up to the twelfth and nipped in quick as I could manage and collected the phone and camera, back to the lift.It was now on the 14th floor now, I pressed the
It was on the 14th floor now, I pressed the call button, and it came straight to me, with four tenants in it. We had a laugh and finally, I got outside.
Called in the social hut to see either Deana or Julie for a word and give them some nibbles – there was only an NCH woman who told me neither of them is in today or tomorrow. I replied; “Oh fair enough, I won’t collapse for a couple of days then” with a cheeky grin all over my face. She did not see the funny side of my comment and offered me a look that silently said to me through the flaming ether; “Who the hell are you to be sarcastic about the staff!”
I put the nibbles in the fridge and beat a hasty retreat!
Wobbled along to the end of the road and down Winchester Street hill.
As I turned the corner, I saw the blackberries coming along nicely now.
I wonder how long it will be until we are over-ridden with folk from all over the County after their freebie fruit? Hehe!
Had to stop for few minutes, to cope with Anne Gyna’s severity. By luck, I was near a small Derby stone brick wall and made use of it.
Further down the hill and I took a photograph of Woodthorpe Court flats.
Continued down the hill to the traffic light junction at the end.
Spotted that yet another shop had closed down in Sherwood.
The what was the bedding store that had ceased trading!
Very sad and worrying all these closures all over the place.
What does the future hold with Brexit going on, it can’t be good, can it?
On the junction, I pondered which way to limp…
Left, straight on or right? I went right up to the hill top.
The greengrocery shop had some so called fresh peas on sale and display, with shrivelled pods and even a maggot or two in the box. I shuddered and moved on up the hill.
Called in the Nottingham Hospice shop for a nosey around to see if they had anything that interested me. Nope!
Up to the top of the hill and met Bill from the 14th floor, we had a chat. He is going into hospital later today to have his very sore leg looked at again. He is now on liquid Morphine. Wished him all the best and asked him to let me know how it goes. Poor Bill.
Over the brow of the hill and down towards the park gates.
Not many folks about this morning and the forecast rains have not arrived yet. (They never did)
Give it time I suppose.
As I hobbled through the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance, it looked extremely sparse of users, kids, prams, dogs and pavement cyclists were all notable by to their absence?
Had war been declared and nobody told me? Hehehe!
Then I saw two wood pigeons on the grass to the left of the path.
I tried to get a decent shot of them from a distance.
Had a bit of luck on the sixth attempt (Last photograph), they both stopped pecking at the grass and looked up at me at the same time!
To the top of the footpath and turned right, still not many people around.
I decided to have a walk through and down my favourite little Copse, and out the bottom of it and wander through the wild field back to the flats.
Not a soul anywhere to be seen in there or the field below.
The atmosphere as I walked down the worn pathway, stumbling here and there of the tree roots as they come more and more out of the ground, was lovely.
The smells, the peace… and then I noted further into the Copse, some Git had spilt white paint over the plants. Sad making!
I took this photograph of the Winwood flats when I came out into the open and the field the smells changed in the air, and the wildflowers scent abounded.
Super pleasant!
Hobbling through the knee high growths, trying not to tread on the flowers, I did a Whoopsiedangleplop and tripped over into some bushes!
Fancy that…me of all people! Hahaha!
No injuries at all, although I did take a fair bit of time getting up again, nothing to hang onto you see. These blue flowers almost talked to me. Don’t laugh!
Got out of the field and down the gravel path to the flats
Some workmen were ripping up the decorative concrete at the end of out apartments.
Got up and into the flat without any incident and had a wee-wee.
I’d left the flipping heater and radio on. How did I not notice this before? The batteries in the radio had died. Huh!
Got the meal on the cook and began updating this post.
Anne Gyna still giving me some bother.
Had a wee-wee. Checked the fodder, didn’t seem to be cooking very quickly? Mini potato waffles and added a beef pastie and some sausages to them in the oven.
Had a wee-wee.
Back to doing this diary.
Got the fodder served up, a big meal this one, yet I ate it all up. I am a good boy. Hehe)
I’m afraid that might not have been such a good idea because afterwards Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger both gave me some bother. Tsk!
Had a wee-wee.
Washed up and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some Heartbeat DVD episodes. A lot of rewinding in between nodding off sessions.
Eventually, I nodded off for an hour or so of dream filled sleep – but could I remember any of them? No! Why, oh why does this happen? There are times when with the use of any notes I might have scribbled along with what memories of the said dreams still lingered, that I can remember so much detail of them – but not very often lately. Annoying this!
I changed to the TV mode to watch a film. First set of commercials and off I drifted.
0425hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – I’m afraid things were getting a little ‘loose’ and ‘squirty’ in this function, again. Oh, heck! Diarrhoea Derek returning?
Into the kitchen, a strange blue hue to the view, for you… Poetry comes free folks, Hehe!
Took the morning medications, and after wondering if should or not, I swallowed a Morrison Acute Diarrhoea capsule, for fear of going through the Trotsky’s again!
Carried out the Health checks, Sys 144, Dia 80, Pulse 90, Temp 34.9 – Weight 14.76, then remembered to put the oil in the lug-holes.
Made a brew and sorted the photographs from yesterday. Got them on the computer and then started this post of up to here.
Had a wee-wee, and began to finish off the Saturday postings. Got the done but not until 0800hrs. Phew!
Got the medication pots sorted out for next week.
Then started this diary off.
Had a wee-wee.
Got back to the computer, and oh dearie me… had to return to the wetroom for another Porcelain Throne session. Not much, but almost liquid, the splattering had to be cleaned up. Wiped the contact areas with the lemon antibacterial wipes.
Noticed how the clouds had formed so beautifully.
Made a mug of tea.
Then I did a WordPress post about Nottingham the trip to the hearing place and test that didn’t happen.
Brother in law sent this photo from the Kitty Cafe on his and Jane’s visit.
Certainly looks as snug-as-bug in this slide, doesn’t he now?
Oh, I see now the picture was taken from outside, Humph!
Got onto CorelDraw 7, not 2017 and did some graphicationalisationing for the TFZer site I love so much.
This one is of Mary Friedberg, with Tom sneaking into it and nicking one of her Muffins? Hehe!:
And this one of Sandie Lentz, with Butler Andy in attendance:
Took a few hours that did, Got them posted in the hopes that they like them.
The stomach was rumbling, not with pain but hunger. So I got the sausages and bacon in the oven and canned tomatoes in the saucepan.
Updated the Health Checks Record on Excel and compared last week’s averages to this weeks. I don’t think there is nowt to worry about.
Got the TV magazine and had a look if owt interesting was on the box.
Oh, yes a lot on offer tonight, for hours and hours.
One film I’d like to have watched, but it was on far too late for me.
I rang Sister Jane to see if they can record it for me. Out of luck, though. Jane said send details, and Pete would try, but to not hold out much hope. Fair enough.
Told her about the hearing aid wait due to the excess wax. She said they know of something that Boots told Pete about that is a lot better than the olive oil the doctor told me to use. I’ll definitely give that a go.
Emailed Pete details as instructed by Pete about the program. He will tell me about the new stuff in his reply.
Got the food served up.
It was going down a treat… then… Whoopsiedangleplop!
Fingers froze as I was biting into a dipped sausage and slice of bacon wrapped in a slice of sourdough bread, and it dropped – tried to catch it, but the fingers would let me. I foolishly decided to use the other hand to assist, and the blooming meal and tray slid off onto me, the chair, the cover and the floor! Got out of the £300 second-hand recliner trying and failing to avoid treading in the tomatoes, the fork and the apple! Nearly slipped over at one point – so now I had an even greater mess to clean up, Humph!
Getting the cleaning stuff out of the cupboard I hit my knee on the corner of the door.
Wiped and scraped, took the cover off and put it in the washing bag, then got down on the floor on all fours with the bowl of soapy hot water and a kitchen towel roll and managed with some success, to clean up the mess.
Could I get up again? At one point I considered pressing me wrist alert button but resisted. Heaven knows how long it took, (A long time) but I did, painfully, frustratingly and embarrassingly grappled to get back up on my pins, after working out the least painful route. Hehe!
Proud of myself, I retook the stuff in the kitchen without further mishap, returned to the front room and spotted all sorts of bits of things and areas that still had tomato juice, crumbs, and even a sausage that I’d missed!
This time I got the picker and the walking stick at my side before venturing down to floor level again. Somehow I cleaned up the mess reasonably well this time.
Got up reasonably quickly and with little bother. Put the rubbish in the bin, and washed the carpet best I could. Cleaned up the mess I’d made in the kitchen, and got some old sheets from the spare room to cover the recliner with before trying to settle once again and watch TV for a while.
Shame I didn’t take some photo’s, but that was the last thing on my mind.
As I sat down, the instant I sat down, knew that Haemorrhoid Harold had been bleeding badly, so I got up again in seconds and to the wetroom for a hygienic cleaning up session. Getting fed-up now!
The hassle of the Whoopsiedangleplop caused Duodenal Donald to kick off, and Arthur Itis was not happy with all the struggling to get down and up, so he let me know this.
I’d gone from content and feeling reasonably well, to a blubbering wreck, in pain and terribly depressed!
0420hrs: Woke up pondering on the dreams I could remember. I’d left the pencil and pad on the computer desk. Extracted myself from the £300 second-hand recliner to retrieve them and by the time I’d got back in the chair, the memories had entirely gone from my muddled brain. I think they involved yesterday’s visit to Sister Jane, Pete and the Pussies. Tsk!
0530hrs: Up again and to the Porcelain Throne. I think I am mastering Constipation Konrad’s onslaught at last.
Medications were taken, kettle on and did the Health Checks with mixed results:
Got the computer going and started this diary off, the had the job of sorting yesterday’s, which took me hours to get done, with all the photographicalisations.
Made a cuppa and decided to get the ablutions tended to, freshen me up a bit.
Had a wee-wee.
Shaven, teeth cleaned, medicated and applied antiseptic to parts requiring to be done, showered and deodorisationalistically sprayed my magnificently honed mould of wobbly flesh, and made another cuppa.
Downloaded the Corel Paintshop Pro, particular Painter Plug-in. Need to make time to understand how it all works. Time eh? So short is it not?
WordPress reading next. Plenty to go at today.
Onto Facebooking. A lot on there to do as well.
Heard a noise and went to investigate… Mail had been delivered by Royal Mail.
It was the Insurance documents and the tablet-sized Towels/Face-flannel. You just dab them in water, and they expand and open out ready for use.
I’m going to hand one out to each resident to keep in their pocket or handbag in case of emergency. But it being midday now, I am too late to get to the free luncheon today, anyway. Humph!
Back to finish the Facebooking again, and the intercom rang – this time the Amazon delivery.
I had to open the corridor door and inform the two workmen near the lift of the upcoming delivery man. One of the lads took the parcel off of the driver and handed it to me, so I didn’t have to tread over all flaked off paint. Good of him that.
It was the Storm-Proof Umbrella, and a DVD of Heartbeat had been delivered. I took a photograph on the left.
The umbrella instructions, not sure if it shows in the picture, I shot separately and added to it so you may be able to read them. The brolly instructions tied to it, was in Chinese (I assumed, so not a lot of use to me. Huh!) It feels somewhat rugged anyway.
Minutes later, blow me down, the intercom rang again – this time it was another Amazon delivery. The last of the Heartbeat collections that I treated myself to.
Bothered the workmen again, but they were okayish about it.
Finished the Facebooking, had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea.
Shame it is too late for me to get out in time for the free fodder at the hut. Huh!
Finished the Facebooking at last and started graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw for some TFZer attempts.
Managed to get one of Marie and Roxy done.
Got the cheesy potatoes mixed and started cooking in the oven.
The cheesy potatoes preparation cause no, I say, No burns tonight!
Bacon and mushrooms accompanied the gloriously tasty cheesy potato, and a lemon yoghourt.
Had a wee-wee.
Settled to watch one of the Heartbeat DVD’s, and got through three episodes before I drifted off into slumber.
Woke up around midnight convinced it was morning and time to rise, had a wee-wee and a failed heavy duty session. Coming out of the wet room, it dawned on me it was a little dark.
0400hrs: Stirred thinking of the dreams and fell off to sleep again.
0455hrs: Stirred again and battled with the £300 second-hand recliner to get free of it and to the Porcelain Throne – Success again! Nowhere near as painful this time. It would seem that Constipation Konrad is weakening. A fair bit of bleeding made Haemorrhoid Harold unhappy. (Try saying that quickly when you’ve had a few jars. Hehe!) Cleaned things up and got the kettle on. Did the health Checks. “Sys: 154, Dia: 72, Pulse: 76, Temp: 34.6, Weight 14.71” Pondered on whether or not to take another Senna with the morning medications? Decided not to, for fear of encouraging any return visit from Diarrhoea Derek. I just may regret this decision?
Knowing I would be out for an extended time visiting Sister Jane today, I had a go at WordPressing, Email checking and Facebooking, before it was time to get the ablutions done.
That took some time, that did.
Better get sorted, and the ablutions tended too then.
All prepared and off to the bus stop at the end of the road. Jolly good Gossip at the bus stop. Loved listening to what the other tenants were going on about this morning. The mayhem of the building preparation work and upsetting of their system and plans seemed to be the most popular subject. Both Bills were there, Bill (William on Sundays) and Welsh Bill.
Got into town, dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street, near the Wilko Store and walked along the road to the West Bridgford bus stop.
Hectic today, the roads were.
Buses to left, buses to the right, behind and in front. Hehe!
Sat waiting for the bus to set off and one of the tenants of the flats, Brenda I think her name is (Maybe, perhaps?), sat next to me, which was a pleasant surprise and afforded me the opportunity for a great chinwag and ogle. Lovely gal she is. Turned out she was also on her way to visit her Sister and only a few streets away from my Jane’s home.
I got off of the bus the stop after Brenda and made my way to Cyril Road. (Left)
Jane was all ready for my call.
The two pussies Fooey and Arthur were not to be seen. A good nattering session took place.
Pete came down and made me a mug of tea. Memories spoke of. Had a look at Pete’s laptop to see if I could help with his problem. Spent a while, but with no luck. In the end, I photographed some screen shots and will have a look on the web later to see if I can sort it out for him.
Found Arthur, asleep in the bushes in the garden, in readiness to wake and kill some birds. Nice camouflage for a grey cat, bless him. (See photo below, bottom left)
Fussed Fooey, my favourite old pussy. Jane & Pete posed for me with Fooey and Jane took a photograph of me as I fed him some of the cat food he loves so. It is in liquid form, I always take some for him. And they did not help me get back up off the floor afterwards either! Hehehe!
Sister and brother-in-law both looked fit and healthy. Gave them their nibbles and treats. Farewells, and I was soon off to catch the bus. Changed my mind when I just missed one and decided to walk into Central Avenue and have a look in the Iceland store for some bread to take home with me.
Flatbread, cheesy rolls and tried a pack of some Pitta Bread for the first time. Oh, and a minced beef slice.
The bus to town was packed solid with passengers. Should be carrying so many people standing? I did manage to get a seat mind.
Got to town and walked to the Slab Square. Taking a picture of Clinton Street as I passed on my way there.
Busy as it usually is today, but something in the air… hard to describe but I’ll do me best.
A sense of apprehension, something about to take place that would be unwanted, not liked. Odd feeling?
Walked to the top of Queen Street on Upper Parliament Street, and took these photographicalisations of an old pub. It had just been opened again. I recall it has had many different names over the years of failed success seeking from the landlords. Sad.
Walked around and down King Street then up Queen St, to the L9 bus stop at the top of the hill.
En route, Bill (William on Sundays) got on the bus and we had a comical little gossip as I am sure neither of us could hear what the other was saying. Haha!
Back at Winwood Flats, I met Jenny and Frank in the foyer and nattered for a while.
Unlocked the door and straight in the wetroom for a wee-wee.
Put the food away and potato crispies into the oven cooking.
Had a wee-wee.
Downloaded the photographs to add later.
Updated this in a draft, notes words as reminders so when I complete it in the morning, I could remember it easier. Too tired to do it now.
Had a wee-wee.
Thursday Morning Update:
Got the meal done and consumed.
Had a wee-wee.
Medications were taken, Health checks were done and got settled to watch some Heartbeat DVD episodes.
Typically, when I want to get to sleep, I couldn’t. As a rule, as soon as I start yo view the TV or a DVD, I fall asleep, but not this time. The mind racing away again, about all sorts of subjects. The Grenfell disaster, Brexit, the Amazon deliveries, the hearing aids, the mistakes and foolish decisions I’ve taken over the years… on and on! I can’t remember much of the Heartbeat DVD I had on.
Had a wee-wee.
Eventually, I managed to nod off, late, very late it was. Tsk!
0400hrs: Woke up, recalling some bits of a dream and scribbled it down quickly on the notepad. From my younger days, Suzie my first love (Well, my only one really), Chrissie, a wondrously attractive gal from ‘Down our terrace’ and Dad were in this one, I could not see me though, it was like I was just watching things as they progressed? I think Sister Jane came into it at times, to tell me where and what to look for? The back yard, Chrissie’s family dog Rover, appeared, burning ashes came down from the train above on the viaduct. Memories (Happy ones mostly) raced into and out of mind at a fast rate, like fast forwarding a tape or DVD? Pondered on them for ages.
0455hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty session, but failure was in the air (Just wind, Hehe!) Had a wee-wee, though.
Did the health checks: Sys148, Dia 80, Pulse 101, Temp 35.6 and Weight 14.7 The pulse rate was exceptionally high, never had it so big before?
The computer on and sent Email to Sister Jane, with the photo of the funny shapes on the tummy. Told her I could make it tomorrow (Wednesday) all being well, to get out to visit them. Fingers crossed she can accommodate me. I’m sure she told me on the phone that she would be in on Wednesday. (Well, somewhat sure, Tsk!)
Another attempted Porcelain Throne session failed. Had a wee-wee, mind. Took a Senna tablet.
Did some WordPress reading.
Another try on the Porcelain Throne, gave up, had a wee-wee again. Took a second Senna tablet.
Did the ablutions. Another attempted heavy-duty session on the Throne… Failed again. Felt the pressure of needing to go, but too nervous to push too hard yet, as this had caused much bleeding last month when I had Constipation Konrad visiting me. Had a wee-wee.
Could not find the hearing aids. Searched for over an hour and a half without any luck. I vaguely recall taking them out yesterday because one had lost all power and the other was picking up some squealing noises and wrapping them in a tissue – where, when and the location of where I put them remains a mystery to me? I’d been considering treating myself to a newer set of two anyway. So decided I would go into town and check on availability, prices, etc. and have a new hearing test done if they were not too expensive.
Got the bag ready, and went out to the Community Shed to see if Obergruppenfurheress Deana would be in like she said she would. Down the lift and out to the hut. Obergruppenfurher Deana and Gruppenfurher Julie were both in. Apparently, it is the day for collecting the yearly concessional TV licence monies in, so they were busy with us old folks throwing money at her. Hehe!
In between issuing the licences to various folks, she rang the insurance company for me and got it paid, bless her. Then reminded me of the need to pay for my TV licence. So I did.
On the way back to number 72 for one more quick search for the hearing aids, before catching the bus into town. I observed that the Woodthorpe Flats bus stop had a notice telling us ‘This Stop is no longer in use – use the one at the end of the road next to the Winchester Flats” – shame that, an extra walk and no bus shelter to wait under in the event of foul weather. Never mind, can’t he helped. A lot of workmen standing and lurking this morning, and they had started to do the removal of decorative ceiling coverings doing one floor at a time. Starting with the top floor on Monday. Meaning my floor will be done on Thursday when I can either go out for the day, and they will provide a free buffet meal in the Social Hut for us, or we can stay inside all day. Does this mean the Tenants Social Hour will be cancelled? I imagine not because it only affects the people on the 12th floor of each block. There is no way anyone opting to stay in their flats will be allowed into the lift area while the work takes place. Health & Safety rules.
Up to the apartment and had a search for the missing hearing aids again, no luck. Rushed back down again and to the end of the road to the new to us, bus stop. Many residents from both blocks were waiting. Had a chinwag with Bill. He was telling me how all the others were moaning about the bus stop, being moved, further to walk, no shelter from the elements, chattering about having to in or out of their homes for a day… they are not happy Bill said. I could not hear them due to the lack of hearing aids in my lug-holes. Haha!
I was the only one from the flats who got onto the City bound bus.
On Mapperley tops, the traffic inbound was at a standstill, and the L9 bus that the others back at the flats were waiting for was in the middle of the queue. Poor folks have going to have a long wait.
Dropped off at the terminus and walked down Queen Street into the slab square.
No Big Issue sellers in the area this morning?
To Boot’s and had a word with a lady there. But when we got to the prices I withdrew with as much grace as I could manage.
Over the road and down onto Wheeler Gate and the Specsavers shop. Had a word with them, their choices were far less than at Boots, and the prices for comparable models was about the same, but they had an offer on of two for the price of one. Plus, 4 years free batteries, one-year free insurance, Free aftercare, Free choice of fitting styles (Not sure what this means yet), a ninety-day satisfaction period and a Four-year guarantee. Oh, and a free hearing test.
The young man got my details onto the computer and asked when I wanted the test done from his available dates. He offered Thursday, made him look at me oddly when I told him I was to be stuck in the flats all day Thursday, I declined. Friday at 1700hrs – I got another odd look when I said this was too late for me to get a bus there or back to the flats.
Saturday at 1330hrs (He was getting a look of desperation on his face now, Hehe!) That will do, I told him, much to his relief I’m sure. He gave me a booklet and an appointment card.
I was going to tell him about there only being three buses to town on a Saturday, but I think had come to the decision that I was mad enough as it was. Hehehe!
Left and had a hobble up Friar Lane to see if the hearing place was open that used to sell alarms and timers for the hard of hearing. Terribly high prices last time I looked.
A big sign on the window, Shop To Let! So the business had apparently gone under since my previously visiting it. Not surprised really at the prices they were charging.
I meandered back down and onto the Slab Square, then up to the Primark Store and had a look around. Got some socks that claimed to be wider than average, thought they looked comfortable.
Some shoplifters were being taken out as I left the store. I don’t know how they make it pay here. So many times I’ve passed by and seen a police car with Officers removing offenders from this place.
Spotted some Nottingham Street Art outside.
I assume the staff of the nearby shops and officers have to nip out for a quick fag at their breaks and lunchtime? Whatever happened to the Smoke Rooms we used to have?
Got a TV magazine for next week and a newspaper to read on the bus, as I had failed to put my crossword book in the bag. I thought whatever it was that had caused the traffic snarl-up earlier, might be roadwork related and still be there.
As the bus passed the end of Clinton Street, I took a photographicalisation of it.
It didn’t come out too bad, considering how fast the bus was travelling, I thought.
Back at the apartments, I got off at the new stop and had a fair walk back to my block. Although it wasn’t a long walk, it was longer than usual. I must remember this when setting out in future to catch a bus and give myself a little more time.
At the apartment door, I rang the ladies next door bell. Gave her the newspaper to read. In the flat and tried again on the Porcelain Throne, no luck, but had a wee-wee.
Got the calendar updated with the appointment for the hearing test.
Realised when I did so, I’d missed getting to the Woodthorpe Park open day. Tsk, Cobblediplonk & Humph!
Did the Health Checks.
The pulse rate had gone down well, only 75 now, gone the opposite way? Huh!
The computer on again and updated this diary.
Back to the Porcelain Throne… ah, movement at last! Not easy, and Duodenal Donald bled a lot, but at least Constipation Konrad had eased a little. I shall still take another Senna with tonight’s medications, though. Took them while I thought of it.
Did some more WordPressing, then Facebooking. Lots of comments to reply to, that was fun.
The intercom burst into life, it was District Nurse came to collect their bag of tricks. I pressed the admit buttons and put some nibbles into the bag and said nowt when she got here to collect them.
Back to Facebooking.
1845hrs: Dawg-gone Virgin Internet went down! Reset button and restart made no difference. Rang 150 for help, got a recorded message Sorry your Virgin Internet is having problems, engineer despatched, we anticipate to have it working again by 0225hrs!
Had a wee-wee. Wash, the toothache started when cleaning the teggies. Humph!
To extra Codeine Got the meal ready.
Rang Sister Jane to make sure she will be in and I would be welcome to visit in the morning.
Got some nibbles and things in the bag, so I don’t forget them tomorrow.
Found the hearing aids in the pocket of a shirt I was putting into in the laundry bag. Humph – Tsk and fancy that!
Fell asleep, dreamt of being chased along office corridors again.
0530hrs: Woke recalling bits of a dream, it was not a good one, and I felt a dishearted and in the doldrums for a few seconds about the theme of it. (Then remembered the Nurses hoping they would arrive early enough for me to catch the 0930hrs bus after the Enoxaparin booster injections. This prompted me into action, arousing an oh-so-rare sense of urgency, and noticed how tidy the room looked, then off to the Porcelain Throne.
The session was all right mostly this morning. The passing was painless and bloodless. Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger were both taking a holiday along with Dizzy Dennis. Duodenal Donald being the only one of regular ailments giving me any bother… but I was aware that this could change so quickly. So prevented me from getting too hopeful or happy.
Noticed some new bruising and under the skin bleeding on the left leg. Which incidentally has gone down in size a bit this morning. The scratches had dried up now.
Good stuff that after-shave I used on it yesterday. Hurts a bit, but it does halt the bleeding.
I realised that the timing between the District Nurses visit and catching the bus would be tight. So I got on with making a mug of tea, did the Health Checks. Took the medications and sorted the weekly tablet box’s out.
Finished the weekend dairy off and got it posted, then started this one off.
Ablutions tended to, two nurses arrived, a plump bonny lass and a young youth who looked about 13-years-old to me? He never spoke, just spent his time pretending to listen to the District Nurse and spent his time perusing all over the flat with his beady eyes.
They soon got me done in plenty of time, thanked them and off they shot. Got the things ready and went out to visit the community shed. A chinwag with Roy at the bus stop en route. Gruppenfureress Julie and Obergruppenfureress Deana both in. Gave them their nibbles. Asked if Dean could help with phoning the insurance company for me. Told to see her tomorrow morning as she is away again after that. So busy, these gals you know.
To the bus stop and another gossip with Bill, Roy and Pete.
Bus into town and a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital. Only two of the four lifts (elevators) were working, so I walked up the stairs again to the D-floor.
A lot easier doing this today than the other days recently.
Along the corridor and into the reception area – the look from the receptionist accompanied by a well-practised sneer welcomed me. Washed my hands and took a seat, got the crossword book out.
Later, they reminded us about the one minute’s silence about to take place in memory of the Grenfell flat victims and survivors. I was most annoyed with two ladies at the front who kept on chatting throughout the minute. I dare not say anything for fear of losing me temper.
The doctor called me in and took the blood reading. It was up to 2.1 now, which is still lower than the 3.0 target figure, but much less so than the recent ones, that have been creeping up slowly this week. 1.2, 1.4, 1.6 then 1.8. He decided to cancel the Enoxaparin injections and increased the Warfarin doses instead. Told me to make an appointment with my doctor’s nurse… (Ah, I’ve remembered her name now, Nichole!) for another INR blood test with her. Nichole, a beautiful creature and a fantastic temperament she has. Told me of his concern for internal bleeding after looking at my flobby-tummy. He made a phone call. Said to me to go to the DVT clinic afterwards, gave me a card to take with me. I thanked him and handed some nibbles to the nurses. Off down the corridor to the DVT, where a bloke was waiting for my arrival. Put me on a trolly, down a long barren hallway and into a room with what looked like X-ray machinery, but he called it some other name. Tied a big metal and cloth belt tightly around the midriff and photographed under the skin via the belt. He got the results immediately from the print-out. Nothing to worry about now I am off the Enoxaparin, he told me. We joked about Nottingham Forest’s decline and mourned Brian Clough. I’m not sure how we started on about this? Hehe! Informed me no need to return to the other doctor and wished me well. Advised me that I’m to be taken off of the Red Watch scheme tomorrow. (Or something like that anyway.) Thanked him and I was off down the stairs and out into the glorious sunshine to the bus stop.
I’d actually enjoyed having Red Markers on my record – I’ve never been looked at so quickly ever before. Ah well, back to the remembering to take the crossword book and a reading book with me again every visit.
Waiting for the bus to arrive, I became aware of the amount of scantily attired young females all over the place. Just thought I’d mention it like.
En-route to Arnold, I took a couple of pictures from the bus window. All reflections and blurs. Tsk!
Dropped off in Arnold High Street and went into the Wilko store to get a spare toothbrush and washing up bowl. Got the brush, but could I find a bowl? No! Mind you, it is a huge shop. Asked a lady assistant stood near the customer desk with a big sign declaring “Here to help, Can I?” Asked her for the location of the bowls as mentioned earlier. “Over the back in the Kitchen Section,” she said stabbing her finger roughly in that direction. I thanked her kindly and set off on a search. Found the sign for Kitchen on the ceiling. Had I wanted, saucepans, cookers, cutlery, microwave ovens, toasters, frying pans, woks, kitchen scales a kettle, chopping board, mop and bucket, waste-bin, containers, clock, grater, food mixer, sink drainer, water filter or tablets, jugs, mixing bowl, coffee maker, slow cooker, timer, wall clock, blender, processor, fryer, steamer, wine chiller, paper plates, Hostess trolley, waste bin, kitchen furniture or black bags… I’d have been fine. But a bowl to use in the sink? Humph!
Gave up and put the disinfectant, toothbrushes and dusters back where I got them from and departed, making my way to the Boyles Store further up the road. Where I got some spare toothbrushes at only 39p each! Disinfectant same as the one in Wilko for 15p less, and Neutradol Air Freshener at 30% extra and the same price as Wilko. Felt a bit smug here I did.
Two doors up and into the Savers shop. Got some Neutradol fabric spray at £1 each, some Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.49.
Attempted to take a photograph of some bears in a window, but made a right mess of it. Humph!
Limped along to the Asda (Walmart) superstore. Boy, is it right what they put on the web about what Asda shoppers wear… or rather what they don’t wear!
I spent a good while examining the attire of the young and older ladies in Walmart. Bought only a pack of fresh garden peas. (Nibbled some on the bus later)
Back to the apartment and tended to a much-needed wee-weeing session.
Sorted the paperwork from the medical activities. Added things to the calendar.
Did some WordPressing, checked the Emails, and sent one to the surgery for an appointment for Friday with Nurse Nichole for the INR test.
Carried out the Health checks and made up last week’s record.
Today’s seemed a bit variable?
Received an email back from the surgery very quickly, an appointment for 0925hrs on Friday, but this on the Google calendar.
Made a drink and had a look into the options of what to have for fodder tonight.
The mobile rang, and it was the District Nurse Controller, asking if they were needed tonight or not. I explained everything and she said no need to keep the Hypodermics in the fridge, just a dark, cool area.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. I’m hoping to go see them on Wednesday, all being well like. Told of one of the blood spots on the tummy from an Enoxaparin shot and how it looked to me like a chicken. Pete had overdone his electric bke riding session, and I pulled his leg about it, because I kne just how he felt, aving done similar myself so many times. Hehe!
Had a wee-wee.
Got the fodder prepared, and ingested.
Potato Cakes, strong cheddar cheese, raw pod peas. tomatoes, beetroot, german meat and a lemon curd yoghourt.
Woke around 0600hrs, very tired and feeling in desperate need of a good rest from the Enoxaparin injections and all the related hassle. No memory of any dreams. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Did the ablutions as I was as usual, not sure of when the District Nurse would arrive.
Got the kettle on and did the Health Checks, they were all over the place this morning. Sys: 174 (Up from 154) Dia 81 (Up from 74), Pulse 74 (Down from 86), Temp 35.0 (Samish), Weight 14.82 (Up a bit more) – Can’t wait for the midday checks to see them then.
Dizzy Dennis called on me a few times. A headache is developing above the eyes, I assume this is because of the lack of rest and sleep?
Had a wee-wee.
All cleaned and smelling fresh now, I got the computer on and finished the Friday post.
Started this one off to here, and then did some WordPress reading.
Had a wee-wee.
Started Facebooking, and Grenfell disaster came to light. I searched for the latest news in response to a post about it. Something caught my attention in a report from the residents who were woken by the Taxi Driver: Neighbour Maryann Adam, 41, said no smoke or fire alarm was sounding in the building when Behailu was forced to evacuate his flat. ‘He knocked on the door, and he said there was a fire in his flat. It was exactly 12.50am because I was sleeping and it woke me up,’ she says. ‘The fire was small in the kitchen. I could see it because the flat door was open. There was no alarm.’
If the flat fire-door had not been closed, would this have made the situation worse? Surely it would? I do not try to blame or accuse anyone with this observation, just would like to find all of the causes.
Had a wee-wee.
Went to make another mug of tea and I could hear a dog barking so clearly, even without my hearing aids in.
He was 12 floors down and a few hundred yards off, half way up the gravel path to the park. Managed to get a half decent shot of him by hanging out of the window. Boy, could he yap! Hehe!
The District Nurse arrived at 0925hrs. Cor, what a cracker! Got me all hot and bothered, of course, she was too young for me, but a sudden delightful yearning arose for the first time in years. It soon faded, though. Huh! Hehe!
Got on with doing a graphic for the TFZers.
Just got an Email telling me my Morrison Delivery is due in a while.Did I remember?
Did I remember? Ahem!
Carried on creating graphics after a wee-wee and making a mug of tea.
The next one took ages to get something like I wanted it to look, but I got there in the end.
Got another completed, but not the one I wanted to do for TFZer Shirley.
Lillie is in this one on the left. Reasonably happy with it.
I’ve love to try and get it in sepia but having problems with the background.
I’ll try it again mind you, although I anticipate I may have to give up on it and do another sort for her.
Done my best, this is it on the right. Got TFZers Shirley, Linda and Thomas in it as well.
I just had to turn everything off and get a nibble and a sleeping session it, hoping I don’t oversleep and miss the evening Nurse.
Drifted off into a deep slumber for a few hours, to be woken by the mobile ringing, but I was too slow to answer it. Got a voice message, it was the Nurse Controller saying they would be late tonight. Just as well really.
The poor nurse was hassled when she arrived and under pressure. She told me she’d done three shifts worth of jobs already tonight. She wanted to know why I could not do the injections myself. Fair question, as she has not seen me during a Dizzy Dennis visit. I must ask at the DVT on Monday if I can do them myself. Poor gal left in a rush to get to her next patient, leaving me feeling a bit guilty.
Made a mug of tea and took the evening medications rather late. Got the computer on to update this hilariously messy two-days-in-one diary, because I was still so tired, that if I did let myself sleep again, I was nervous of not waking in time for the morning nurse’s visit, and get in trouble again.
Did the Health Checks.
Feeling a bit disconsolate, de-meritorious and inconsolable for some reason.
Sunday 18th June 2017
Afrikaans:Sondag 18 Junie 2017
Heavy eye-lidded and feeling blameworthy, at fault, in the wrong, responsible, answerable, accountable, liable, censurable and condemnable, reprehensible and almost sinful. Suddenly at a new low spiritually.
I suddenly remembered I have not visited the Porcelain Throne for ages now? Finding it hard to concentrate now, to keep on to thoughts. If you know what I mean? Wondering why I Googled Side-Affects of Enoxaparin.
I reckon with Confusion and Irritability in the list explains why I am constantly battling with myself to make decisions, and always thinking I make or have made or am going to make the wrong ones? Which is usually right this weekend!
I’ve only had to have these injections twice before, but they were for only two days, about four doses. With the INR level so low this time and not coming up so soon, it has been about 16 injections this time. Maybe this accounts for the depressions, confusion and irritability with myself?
Hello, I’m coughing like a good one now! No demands for the Porcelain Throne since yesterday morning? Had another wee-wee, though.
I’ll take a photographicalisation from the kitchen window to cheer myself up. (Desperate measure now)
Terrible efforts, took three, in different modes on the camera, but none of them was any good.
The lone star in the sky reminded me of me? Hehehe! (No charge for the chronic poetry here folks)
Well, that failed to cheer me up. Humph!
Had another wee-wee.
Took the medications (Extra Senna) carried out the Health Checks: Looking alright.
Checked the Emails and responded to some WordPress ones.
Onto Facebooking.
Back onto graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.
Had a heck of a time getting all these done.
So glad I did though, hoping they like them on the TFZer site.
Canada’s finest in the first one. Pattie. My desire you know?
Janet next, with Meritt and yours-truly sneaking into it with my camera
Hope Janet likes her pony.
Hehe!
Bleeding from the left leg now. Humph! And both limbs have swollen with water retention, which confuses me considering the number of wee-wees I’m doing.
Had another wee-wee. Hey-ho
Fitted an old graphicalisation up and reposted it.
A selection of fantastic TFZers in this one.
Lynda, Patricia, Lona, Thomas and Andy, along with a few of their pets as well.
Then I moved on to do one for Andy’s Birthday, which is today.
Great chap is Andy, he’s from Canada too.
Off for a wee-wee.
Made a cuppa.
Found I’d left the fridge door open, so closed it. (I’m quick ain’t I? Hehe)
Checked the leg, still leaking just a tad.
The oddly sized legs tickled me. Well, that’s not the right word, but it’ll have to do.
Must remember the Morrison delivery coming today, coming because I have a feeling that I may be kept in the hospital on Monday when I go for the INR blood test.
The bleeding while the INR level is so low, that cannot be a good thing.
Made another mug of tea.
I used the tripod for the first time when taking a photographicalisation out of the kitchen window.
However, it was not tall enough for me get a shop properly, so, I may have to invest in the longer one.
Noticed that the injection holes in my tummy, the right and left, did not match up count-wise?
And… why being as the weight has gone down a decent amount, have I still got the flabby tummy? Hehe!
Into the wetroom for the ablutions. Just getting out of the shower, when the intercom rang, the morning nurse had arrived. Got myself decent by the time she got up to me. All done in short time and off she went.
Had another wee-wee.
Might have a meal later today, I’m feeling better, apart from the bleeding chin and Dizzy Dennis’s attentions. Bacon I thinks?
Watched some stuff on the U-tube thingy.
The Morrison man called.
Put the food away and got an early noshing session in. Bacon sarnies with trimmings.
Put the headphones on to listen to the radio and nodded off. During which I dreamed about my suffering vivisepulture. But I was calm and fascinated by the experience. I thought:
I wonder if I can count all the knots in the wood inside the coffin before I die for real.
Why the box I was laying in is built from Fyffe’s banana crates from the fifties?
How can I see the knots and grains in the wood when there is no light in here?
How did I snuff it?
Did I leave the hot tap running?
Why am I wearing an Oliver Cromwell outfit?
On and on questions came into my mind… I’m sure at one stage a thought/question was ( I think possibly the best and most intriguing one of those I could remember):
“I’m fed-up with all these issues now, I hope I wake up soon?” Hehehe!
When I did stir, the need for making use of the Porcelain Throne appeared, at last. Can’t remember the last visit! Haha! I can laugh now, because there was no extreme pain and no bleeding from the experience, as I anticipated there would be. Almost a pleasure!
Had a wee-wee and set to doing some cleaning, mopping hoovering and dusting.
Then Dizzy Dennis assaulted me rather nastily, so a sit-down and a cup of tea with the medications was called for.
After a while, I felt a lot better and got on with sorting out the paperwork that had built up on the mini-desk that Duncan gave me when I moved into the flat, (Thanks again Dunc!) into their respective folders.
Suddenly felt tired again now, so I visited the wetroom and did the ablutions. All went well, apart from spraying myself all over with the Dettol Antiseptic Disinfectant spray in error for the citrus antiperspirant. Tsk! Had another wee-wee.
Made a brew and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.
Back to the Porcelain Throne, but it was a false alarm.Had another wee-wee.
Had another wee-wee.
Got the computer on and updated this twollop.
Checked on Facebook. While doing this, two District Nurses arrived to see to me.
Both worthy of a 9.2/10 rating for their sizeable perfect forms. Again they were in a rush. They did tell me though, that the Winchester Court Flats had four fire engines outside! Oh dear!
Back on Facebooking.
WordPressing next.
Had another wee-wee.
Went to make a mug of tea, and just had to take this photo of the view.
Xhosa (Bantu ethnic group of Southern Africa mainly found in the Eastern Cape, South Africa, and in the last two centuries throughout the southern and central-southern parts):
NgoLwesine 15 Juni 2017
0430hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in minutes, on the way to the Porcelain Throne. Bloody and a slightly painful session. Duodenal Donald flowed freely, Anne Gyna was giving me warning signs and the tummy was twinging in places it had never twinged before. Dizzy Dennis put in an appearance too! Tsk! Worra start!
The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?
Got the paperwork for the QMC visit later, must not miss the 0930hrs bus into town. I want to drop off some nibbles and raffle prizes at the Winwood Community Shed for the Tenants Social Hour, as once again, medicationalistical appointments prevent me from attending! Humph!
Off for a wee-wee. Then I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Looked okay to me: Sys 163, Dia 69, Pulse 80, Temp’ 34.9 and Weight 14.7
Another wee-wee.
Computer activated, and diaries worked on. Oh, dear! Email from the surgery, telling me they have made an appointment for today at 0830hrs for an INR test, a new prescription is ready to collect from the chemists, and I have to make an appointment today to see my doctor and a ‘Specialist’. Mmm?
So, a change of plans needed, what do I do about the QMC? I’ll ask at the surgery.
Had to close everything down to get ready and off to the surgery in time – Tsk! A rushed ablutioning session and dressed up all nice and fresh. Forgot all about the tummy pains as I hurried around in a panic getting things sorted; Swapped the nibbles for the nurse’s nibbles. Changed the paperwork and set off to the lift, where I had to return to check the flat to see if I’d left anything turned on or off that shouldn’t be. Tut!
Met Frank and his much better half (14th-floor tenants) outside, as she was being lifted for a day out by here daughter. Wish her all the best, and after she’s gone, I ask… Roy, that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!
Along Chestnut Walk and to the glass recycling bin dropped of some jars.
Gorgeous weather, not too warm and no winds or signs of rain.
Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.
The greenery was heartwarming as I saw the new growths battling though.
Down to the end and onto Mansfield Road and up and over the hill, down into Carrington and the first call of the day, at the Sherringham Surgery and the nurse Carena… I think that is her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.
The weather continued to be fine and almost cheer making with the lack of wind.
Just over the hill, a much dreaded and feared Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came passed me and was within inches of hitting me!
By the time I got the camera out, he had disappeared from view altogether? He was moving at a high rate of knots, bless his cotton socks.
Got to the Sherringham Surgery in plenty of time, booked in and took a seat, 20 minutes before the appointment time – and was called in by the nurse (Come to think of it now as I type this, I think her name is Nicole) in about three minutes. It has its advantages being on the At Risk Register and on Red Watch, or is that Red Alert? Whatever, I’ve certainly being seen as a priority these last few days. That red bar across my page on their computer screen is working wonders. Haha!
She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!
She made a good job of covering it afterwards. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her for the help and dropped some nibbles off for the reception staff as I limped out of the surgery. (The feet were really singing now, after all the hobbling in the last three day, to and from hospital DVT and Anticoagulation and the surgery)
I limped down into Carrington and the Chemist to collect the mystery prescription that I knew nowt about. It turned out to be some new Warfarin tablets, so that was good.
Out and meandered up and into the Lidl store. Where I invested in some nibble bars to hand out in thanks, a large baking potato, mini Weiner sausages, tomatoes and a bar of almond nut brittle as a treat for myself. Even bravely used the self-serve counter again.
Out and to the bus stop, thinking how much I appreciated the free bus pass as I waited for the arrival of one to take me back into Sherwood, as the tootsies were worse than ever now… Whoopsiedangleplop time again! It dawned on me that it was far too early for me to utilise the pass! So I set off on a limp back along Mansfield Road with its hill, into Sherwood. Humph!
By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?
Unaccountably content, I was. Good thoughts were permeating through my mind.
I pressed on eventually arriving in Sherwood proper and the shops.
I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.
Out and on my way to visit Wilko and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop and the phone burst into life.
It was the District Nurse wanting to know why I was not in the flat. Oh dearie me!
I tried to apologise and explain the problems I’m having with me receiving instruction for the Queens Medical DVT, the Anticoagulation there, the surgery and the District nurses. Which didn’t all agree or marry with each other… A long silence, a noisy Tut, and she told me “I’ll have to call on some else who is in and return to you if I get the time later” The phone went dead. I think I’m in trouble with her now. And she is about to give me injections in the stomach too! Huh!
My previous unexpected short-lived air of confidence, nay, almost contentment and hope dissolved into the ether, to be supplanted with anxiety, worry and apprehension with a twinge of trepidation. Yes, I was depressed again now. Grumph!
Morosely I called into the Wilko store but bought nothing. Then up the hill to the Nottingham Hospice Shop and got a little mug.
To the bus stop and checked the bus times, the next one not being for 40 minutes, I carried on up over the hill and down the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates and up the footpath hill.
En route I found some pleasure and almost enjoyed it when I took these photographs while standing under the Chestnut Trees near the walkway.
To the top of the hill and down to the entrance to the flats.
Got in just in time for an accident-free wee-wee! Haha!
Put the bits bought away, and tablets into the drawer then got podding some garden peas to cook later, and the District Nurse (A different one again) arrived. I actually should have died on the spot, with her obviously well-honed and perfected look of… what’s the word, er… erm… detestation, or maybe odium would best describe it, should have melted me on the spot. It deserved it, especially as she adopted a smile at the same time. I couldn’t help but think she could replace Teresa May without any problem. She was not happy but did seem to cheer up a bit as a semi-curl came on her lips as dug the hypodermic into my well endowed flobby belly. Hahaha! I’m exaggerating for fun of course. Am I? Hehe!
I thanked her, Dare I not, do so?
She said someone would come in the morning around 1000hrs as she did not know if I was to have any more Enoxaparin injections or not but would find out. Oh dear! I was not brave enough to ask her if anyone was going to call tonight to ‘Do-me’.
The day suddenly went a bit dark?
I wondered if this was an omen of some sort?
I got onto the computer and updated this diary to here.
Had a wee-wee.
Another long day then, without much sleep. And, no watching the TV for fear of not hearing the District Nurse if she does arrive, and will it be 2200hrs again. Oh dearie me.
Made another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.
Rang Sister Janet to see how she is.
She had problems of her own but lovingly seemed more interested in mine.
Checked the Emails, and had got some in support from the TFZer gals. Nice that!
Then tried to catch-up with the WordPress reading.
There is a lot of it to catch up on after having to rush out this morning.
Had a wee-wee.
Had a call from the QMC Anticoagulation Floor D. The lady was hard to hear, but I’m sure that we agreed that the Enoxaparin Injections must continue, although the INR level had risen a bit. I have to go into the QMC for tests in the morning. Busy lad ain’t I! Hehe!
I will send an Email now to the surgery, so they know.
Had a wee-wee.
Put the news on and listened through the headphone. So many people still missing from the horrendous fire in London. Feeling a bit down again now. The flats are still burning!!! The officials are assuring us that the residents will be rehoused locally if that is what they want.
Sent the Email to the surgery.
Did some Facebook catch up, at last?
Got the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.
Sudden flatulence, danger recognised, got to the Porcelain Throne; only just in time.
Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly. Cleaned me and every else up, and returned to the dying room… Sorry, living room. (Understandable mistake how I’m feeling. Hehehe!) Luckily there was nothing on the plate to get cold, an hour later, when I got around to eating it, any appetite I had left, had vanished. I threw most it away.
Missed a call on the phone, fumbled with it and got to a message that had been left. T’was a nurse asking me to confirm whether or not I’d had an Enoxaparin injection this afternoon and rang her back on a number. I rang back, but got a message about Not being available on this figure?
Duodenal Donald kept my attentions for a while. Then the phone rang again. The nurse with a few questions for me. Said she would arrive at 2000hrs to stick me with the hypo. I thanked her and had a sit-down, as it had been a horrendously long day, no sleep and full of ups and downs.
2020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and firm appealing rear end) arrived. Set about looking at the record of injections, she made a call to someone. Then explained she has to go nd return later at 2200hrs because it is too early and dangerous to give one yet. I had a feeling that somehow this was my fault because I got confused with the timing?
Feeling very drained now, I put the TV on with subtitles and watched the news until the nurse returned at 2220hrs to give me the treatment.
Thanked and confirmed that no treatment was needed for the morning and they will know the results from the DVT clinic at the QMC and whether I’ll need them to carry on with the Enoxaparin injections tomorrow night. We’ll see.
A long frustrating wearing day and I ain’t well. Humph! Hehe!
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.
