Friday 8th March 2019
Bulgarian: Петък, 8 март 2019 г.
“Chestit Praznik” International Women’s Day
00:10hrs. I woketh, and unenthusiastically, reluctantly, got the brain functioning, then roused my weighty-wobbly body, freeing it from the ci 1968, second-hand, soon to need replacing, rickety recliner. The pain from the left foot-sole, was far less bothersome than it has been lately. No doubt a ploy conjured up by the ailments to catch me off guard! An irritating cough (Caroline Coughing) started, that was I admit, concerning at first. But within ten minutes it had stopped?
A wee-wee, of the SWPDWW (Short-Weak-Painful-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) classification, was taken. The PP’s were ensanguined, and the blood had dried. So the lesion must have been bleeding for a good while. Nasty! I was surprised to see that the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket so full. I could not recall using it at all last night. To the kitchen. Washed and disinfected the EMGPWW bin. Then, do the Health Checks.
Where, when I got out the medication pots, I found that I had not taken last night dosages, again. Oy Vey! What a Shlimazel I am!
The sphygmomanometer operated the first time. With decent looking results recorded.
I put some of last nights medications (Magnesium, Warfarin and Simvastatin with this morning doses to take. (I threw away the other tablets to avoid my duplicating any of the medications).
The temperature was down a bit, but it looks like this has been the trend up to now this week.
I made a start on updating the Thursday blog. In between the odd SWPDWW.
Got it done, at last, and went on TFZ Facebooking and added some photographicalisations.
Started this post going.
05:00hrs. I was sure I could hear some popping noises, well almost sure. So I put in the hearing aids and carried on with updating. During the next ten minutes, I heard this noise a few times more. Curious, I had a look around to see if I could locate the source.
After this, I didn’t hear the noise again. Humph!
However, I did come across a letter on the floor near the door. Opening it left me spiritually poor! (No charge for the poor poetry, Hehehe!)
An appointment for the Leg Ulcer Assessment. I have to take a urine sample, a list of all medications I am on, and wear a pair of shoes, at least one size larger than usual! I assume this is in case they ere to put bandages on? But this will not be necessary, with it being so long to get the appointment, the ulcer has all but cleared up of its own accord. Isn’t old age interesting? Hehehe!
Of course, it has been four weeks now since the doctor referred me. Despite what I put on the photo, it will be six weeks since. Thursday 21st March, at 11:00hrs (So late for me, which will mean my no being able to get anything else done that day!) So, this will again mean my having to miss the Social Hour for a third week! Having to get to the Mary Potter Health Centre is disappointing, with the Sherwood Health Centre, as pointed out in the graphic map below, of the route I’ll have to take; How close the Sherwood Health Centre is to my beloved Woodthorpe Court home! (See blue arrows)
The maps assessment of how long it should take me to get there on foot (46 Minutes), is much over-optimistic. It can take me some days, that long just to get down onto Mansfield Road on a bad legs day!
Alternatives:
- I can walk down onto Mansfield Road, and catch a but to the traffic island, then walk along about a half mile or more to the centre. There is no bus service along Gregory Boulevard at all.
- Or, I can catch a bus to town, then a tram to the Forest, and walk far less a distance to the centre. Either way, it will kill my day with the time needed.
- Or, I can call at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, this morning, hope I can catch on the Warden/Guards in, and ask them if they would be kind enough to ring the Mary Potter Health centre and see if they can alter the appointment to an earlier time and or day for me.
I’ll try the third option I think. At least if the clinic can get me in early, I can do something with the day after the visit, theoretically anyway, and then I won’t mind walking all the way at all.
Definitely a miffed-off Inchcock, now!
I decided to have some brekkers and mug of tea. Excruciatingly sadly, I used the last of the fancy tomatoes to make some bread-thin buttered sarnies. Wonderful flavour!
Then I tended to the Ablutions. Got things ready to go to see Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to beg for help with the Mary Potter farce.
Had a wee-wee and set-off out.
On my hobble to the hut, I had a mini-photographicalisationing session. I can use some of these late to create a funny graphic of two for the Willmott Dixon lads, methinks.
Got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Guards/Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, residents room.
I spotted a petition on the table. To request that they keep the L9 bus timetable as it is, instead of the planned making them every two hours, instead of one hour.
It’ll cause much bother and hassle if, as I expect they will, the two hourly four buses a day to town is enforced. I’ll request a move to another complex with a bus service nearby I can use I think. It’s going to be a nightmare in bad weather. And, when the legs, back, Kidney Ache Kevin, knees, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harold, Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun are active, for me to get to the hospital, surgery or the clinics. Something else to worry over. Tsk!
You might find this hard to believe. But when Warden Officer Guard Deana kindly rang the Potter centre for me, this being around 0850hrs; A message telling her, There is no one available at the moment. This Centre is open from 08:00hrs to 17:00hrs on weekdays, please call during these times! Eh, wot?
As I waited for the bus to go and get some Milk Roll Bread and search for some of the Sicilian tomatoes (Which I failed to find!). Oberschützeress Camp Commandant Deana tried a few more times to get through to the Mary Potter Clinic, without any luck. She said she’d try again later and let me know the result, bless her pink cotton jackboots.
I thanked Deana and went out to the bus stop.
I caught the Bestwood bound bus and sat next to Caroline from the Briarwood Court Home at the end of Chestnut Way. She was a little upset, and I lent an ear and did my best to try to cheer her up.
She got off at the Sainsbury store in Daybrook, and I did the same in Arnold at the Asda (Walmart) shop. Went in and had a poddle around. I got the sliced Milk Roll loaves alright, but a lot of unneeded stuff that I just fancied. And here I am trying to get rid of unwanted foods as I struggle to clean up the kitchen! I paid at the self-serve checkouts without making any cock-ups Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I got a few bunches of daffodils to hand out if I saw any of the gals, with it being International Women’s Day, you know. When I paid the gal on the news counter, she pointed out that I was trying to pay with two of the seven-pound coins being of the old type and not usable anymore! Don’t know who slipped them to me! Huh!
I came out with seven tiny pots of mandarins in jelly, two sliced Milk Roll loaves (One for May, as I think she said she liked them the other week), Soft French mini baguettes, Kit Kats for the nibble box (If I ever get to a Social Meeting again!), mushrooms, potato slices, hot dogs and some smoked bacon.
I’d missed the bus back. Most annoying! So I went for a walk around and had a look in the Fulton Foods shop to kill time. They had nothing appealing to me in stock.
Imagine what this will be like when the buses go every 2 hours! I will be in a pickle!
I made my way up to the bus stop, and Caroline arrived. We had another chinwagging on the way back. But I think we were both very weary and tired.
Back at the flats, I wished Caroline all the best and popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. But nobody about. So I trotted up to the apartment block. May was sat there in the foyer. So I gave her some daffodils, and we had a jolly good laugh and chinwag. As Mo was about to leave, Deana appeared. She told me she had got in touch with someone at the Mary Potter Health Centre, but they could not alter or change any timings for us. She will ring Deana back, and she’ll let me know whats-what later. I handed her some flowers.
Up to the flat. I began to feel extremely tired now. Worn-outish!
I did the Health Checks and changed into my nightwear, and got some fodder cooking.
Put some basil in a can of tomatoes in the pan to warm up slowly and got the smoked bacon in the oven.
I’d just got the fodder on the tray, and the doorbells chimed! Two engineers had come to check the smoke alarms… There’s never any peace living here! You would not be blamed for thinking the place would be full of elderly Nottinghamian’s living a tranquil, calm, restful, pleasant, quiet, relaxed, soothing, undisturbed, untroubled, secluded, free from disturbance, free from interference, free from interruption, and strife-free existence as we await the grim-reaper… but no, not for me anyway! Add my lousy luck, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, ailments, medical appointments always going wrong, my forfeiture of short term memory, loss of mobility and now the buses going to be reduced… No, I’d sooner not think of it!
I put the TV on to watch the A-Team, which I did with about eight or nine nod-offs, then I changed to channel twenty, to enjoy a Boon and Pie in the Sky episodes. But I drifted off within minutes of Boon starting, waking up as the credits were rolling at the end of Pie in the Sky! How do I do this every single day?
And, the kitchen-battle-ground-bomb-site didn’t get any work done on it at all today!
I suppose things will get no betterer.
TTFN.
P.S.: Is it Psychologist, Psychiatrists, Psychoanalyst or a Physiotherapist that I need? Hehehe!
11:25hrs. I begrudgingly woke up with a cracking headache, from my head-butting of the edge of the door frame of the kitchen cupboard I was on my knees emptying out, at the time yesterday, I assume. What a schlemiel!
I took this mornin
Got the ablutions sorted out and all changed, the pins were photographicalised for posterity. No apparent change to how they were looking earlier.
recycling glass down in the lift.
I took another photo before going back in the apartment lobby. 
I had a very early nosh. And a grand tasting one it was! I had a small and a very small buttered sourdough baguette with the fancy Sicilian tomato slices, no salt needed with these flavour-ridden fruits. The Melton pie had lots of jelly in it. A few roast onions made up this delightful repast.
By the time I’d done the Health Checks and forgot to take the medications (I didn’t realise this until the following wake-up time), the rain had stopped. 
22:10hrs. I woke, and as soon as I moved, just about everything on my abdominously overweight body seemed to either hurt or ache! The back, stomach, arms, legs, feet; especially the left sole, and neck. Not to mention Haemorrhoid Harold, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda, and Kidney-Ache Kevin all kicking off when I tried to get up! 
Ah, these first readings are looking better than the previous two days. The temperature is tumbling down nicely.
to look down over the ledge to investigate.
On returning to the computer, I spotted the missing second-hand £2 wristwatch underneath the sideboard on which the Bang Olufsen stands! 
To the wet room and put a bit of Germolene cream on the head. Took the photo on the left, which also shows how
Got the nosh sorted. Lamb hotpot with a little extra minced lamb and gravy, a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices.
And what a wee-wee it was! A new classification for this one. LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) A marathon session, during which I actually picked up the Victoria Wood book for a read while I waited (patiently, mind) for the evacuation to stop! Haha! 
The view of the distance, from the unwanted light & view blocking windows, that I cannot reach out of to take a photo of below, due to the ridiculously sticking-out a long way window ledge, and glass that cannot be reached to clean, was terrific. 
Off for another Porcelain Throne visitation. Long and messy this time. 
Served up the fodder.
I made some brekkers, Marmite based I must admit. The Vegemite I bought, is as good as Marmite and I love them both. 
Went to wash the mug and make another brew. And noticed a bit of smoke far away?
Did some bacon in the oven, when ready I added the cooked rashers to the saucepan with the tomatoes with b
0050hrs: I woke sadly this morning. 
Took the medications and made a mug of tea. Then the summoning from the innards arrived, so, off to Porcelain Throne. 
I opened the new window with the unwanted too many panes of glass to clean, light and view-blocking thick plastic frames and, outside ledge that blocks my taking picture downwards and checking for a fire in the event of a fire alarm activation. 
I had already got the baked beans marinating with seasonings: Demerara sugar, mustard, curry powder and BBQ flavouring. Cooked the potato waffles and added the pork loin. 
I got on the Throne just about in time. An uncomfortable and messy evacuation and Little Inchies fungal lesion needed cleaning up, the blood had leaked then dried; So you will appreciate this was not a painless or pleasant medicationalisationing and cleansing session. Very fermisht!
Off into the kitchen, where I found around ten dead weevils, but no live ones at least.
These first of the days’ readings looked to be all close to what they tell me is normal readings. Apart from the temperature.
Got a meal made up.
Back to the kitchen, took a photograph of the morning view and had a hunt around for any Weevils I could find that might need liquidating. 
The last two of the photographs (The two that I moved the camera selector to the correct mode to take, Tsk!) When it gets light in the morning, I tke some more shots of the sad demise of the trees.
Rubbish was taken to the chute, pressies, raffle prizes and other needed stuff in the bag, and off I set to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Emergency WC that is always occupied (Hehe!), Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, for the Winwood Social Hour. 
Down the hill on the bus, and onto Mansfield Road. Called in to get the medications.
Out, over the road and up the hill to the Post Office shop to see if they had got the Highland Shorties back in stock.
Margaret joined us at the bus stop, or was it on the bus when we got on? Dang memory! Good job I take so many pictures, they prompt the memory-box when doing these diaries.
x3: 2355hrs, 030hrs and now 0155hrs, I had to extract my worryingly adipocerous stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner and struggle to the wet-room for my third short, sharp wee-wee. This time, I decided to give up trying to get back to sleep.
A sudden drop in the readings for Sys and Dia, the Pulse down a tad too, and the temp the same.
Out to the bus stop and got on the Bestwood bound L9 vehicle. Angela, Roy, Betty, Bill, William on Sundays and Pete all got off in Sherwood. So, I was the only passenger for a while, until others joined me en route.
The skies threatened occasionally, but no rain came.
Nosh prepped and served up.