Wednesday 9th August 2017
Basque: Asteazkena, Abuztuak 9, 2017
0120hrs: Up and to the Porcelain Throne. No bleeding, but signs of Trotsky Terence returning. Huh! IT was still raining out side. Back into the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to recall the dreams, but all I could tell was that they were not nice again, no details.
0312hrs: Awake and in need once again of the Throne. Yes, Trotsky is coming back for sure. On the bright side, still no bleeding from Duodenal Donald or Haemorrhoid Harold.
Went to make a brew and take the medications and realised I’d not taken any of last nights medications. I took just one-and-a-half Warfarin with the morning dosages. Did the Health tests.
Nipped out on the balcony while the rain had relented a bit, and took this photographicalisation. A free unused car parking space was spotted down below.
Came back in, on the computer and made the graphic for the top of this page.
Back to finish making another mug of tea to replace the first one that went cold, and pondered a while on what needed doing today. INR DVTblood test at the City Hospital, call in the Clinic while there to see the rearranged op again. Call in the hearing centre in town, to get replacement tools for those I can no longer find or have lost so I can clean them properly. Then the train of thoughts went wonky again – how do I sort out the rota? Must go to the INR test first, then the clinic, then into town hearing centre – must take the brolly and walking stick with me in case Dizzy Dennis returns… Ah, but I have to visit the bank as well… Confusion followed by the oddest uncontrollable attitude for me. I just thought, “Sod it, it’ll sort itself out?” Is the old brain getting tired as well as the body?
Then, started this diary off up to here. Then got on finishing off yesterdays, and got it posted.
WordPress reading and Emails checked.
Worked out my hobbling route to the hospital, and to the bus stop to catch one into town, unless I time it wrong?
I just hope the rain is not too bad, but it looks set in at the moment. Tsk!
0550hrs: Might get some under-the-brolly photographs in today?
Went onto Facebooking for a while. Then started a TFZer graphic. Got it done.
Ablutions tended to, I changed into the togs and made sure the brolly and cap were in the bag.
Set off down the elevator and over and up the gravel hill footpath to the top and left down through to Mansfield Road.
As I wandered along, the rain stopped.
Not many people or dogs about, I can only see one of each in the whole place?
To the top of the hill and down Edwards Lane. Noticed some cars had been graffitied, took a photo of them, and when I got back 
much later to the flat to transfer all the pictures to the computer, this one was not on the SHD card?
To the bottom of the road and left going over the Pelican lights across the dual carriageway ring road.
As I limped along, whistling to myself and perusing the scenery over the tennis courts, what did I see?
Some Nottingham Street Art just outside of the outer netting to the courts.
Perhaps it had been thrown over the 
fencing along the road? Fly tipping they call it.
I was so intent on looking at this rubbish I tripped on some weeds and very nearly went over. Luckily being so close to the iron bars, I managed to stop myself going over by grabbing at them and holding on! Not any bother at all. No wounds or bumps.
Seconds later, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist (Git!) nearly had me over then. Tsk!
I think I must have heard him coming from behind me. Proof for sure, that the new hearing aids are a lot better than the old ones, without a doubt! Unless I imagined hearing him approaching?
In the next few hundred yards or so, I got two shots of Nottingham Nurture, and both animals posed and gave me time to take the photographicalisations of them.
Although, the second one did not have much choice. Hehe!
No dizzies at all yet, doing well.
The French Bouille courts were well flooded, and the free-to-use (Although, I have never seen anyone using them) keep-fit equipment machines were going a bit rusty in places.
I turned right at the traffic island and up 
Hucknall Road, and called in the GUM Clinic.
The usual antisocial snotty Obergruppenfurher was working on the reception, and I asked if I could wait to speak with Dr Wieczorkowski – adding hastily and raising my voice a tad; He told me I could call any Wednesday morning and ask to see him in his Email!” A sneer, of an obviously well rehearsed and considerable superiority and in depth hatred, was visually shot back at me. The lips curled in well-practised and prize-worthy imitation of contempt. With a backwards flip of his head, off the disappeared, mumbling something I failed to apprehend.
Returning a few minutes later, and through gritted teeth and with an almost growling voice, as he pointed to the waiting room, verbally spat out; “In there and wait, it may be over an hour!” An odd, unexpected painful smile crept over his lips, and the faintest sound of a chuckle was audible?
I really have learnt how to annoy him back now. I put on my sweetest smile, put my head to one side and whispered; “Well, thank you so much!”
I sat down with the other waiting patients and got the crossword book out before I could take a look at a clue, a nurse came in and called my name and beckoned me to go with her to see the Doctor.
An embarrassing examination under the giant magnifying glass, with a huddle of student presentations. Then after he had spoken to and advised them after listening to their answers to his questions, they departed, and the questioning started.
My record was consulted. I will get a date for the op within a week and will be doing it at the QMC instead of the City Hospital. This is because my problem is so rare (The type of fungal infection he said) that they want to take this opportunity for the students to learn from the treatment. (Grafting from wherever, the knee maybe as I recall from earlier meetings with another medico, he did not say and onto Little Inchies lesion.)
Well, that went well and speedily. The Obergruppenfurher receptionist was not in sight when I departed, just as well perhaps.
Out and up into the hospital grounds and right, to the Blood taking hall. A few patients waiting today, about 50, but some of these would be waiting for the ladies only section. I got a ticket and sat down and got on with the crossword book again. They were nipping through us quickly today. I was in and be done within half an hour. Had time for a laugh with the nurse who did me, too.
Thanked her and gave her a bag of nibbles to share with the other girls, and out to see if I would be lucky again and catch a 40 bus just nearby to the clinic.
I turned the corner and just had time to photograph it as I missed it and pulled away. Tsk!
As I walked down towards Hucknall Road to catch another bus, I kept hearing a right loud double clanging noise?
Turned out, it was sunken and sinking further with every car, ambulance and bus that went over it, manhole cover in middle the road.
Even the bus came within seconds of my arriving at the stop? Worrying innit, all this good luck?
Dropped off in the town near the Victoria Mall and walked into town and down to the Nottingham Slab Square.
And took a picture of the beach and fountains. The rain had kept off, and a few people had ventured onto the beach.
But there were very few folk about, what with the storm warnings and all that, I wasn’t surprised. Some with their kids had climbed over into the fountains area and 
were apparently quite happy to get soaked. Hehe!
I could hear a lot of sirens and klaxons from somewhere nearby but had no idea what was taking place.
I hobbled to the hearing aid place and explained my stupidity and misfortune in breaking the plastic thingy that removes and replaces the wax protector on the new hearing aids. The young man patiently listened to my sob story, and asked me to take a seat on one of the green chairs and someone would come to see me, but it might be while before they are free to do so. I expressed my gratitude and told him, no problem. Then took a green seat and got the crossword book out, again before I could start on it (Like t the clinic earlier) Another young agent was calling my name within seconds of my having sat down. Brilliant Service or what?
Into the room explained things and he had cleaned the hearing aid and given me another thingamajig to take home with me within ten minutes. Thanked him and poddled out of the store, only to have to dodge another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
Humph.
Took this picture of some brave fools up on the high swing ride, as the weather started to get a bit more threatening?
Had a walk around for a while, because the L9 bus was not due for 45 minutes, but I 
enjoyed the hobble around, and the rain still kept off!
A final display of Nottingham Street Art was outside the book shop on Lister Gate.
I went in and bought a pack of five pencils and sharpener and eraser, for only £1.79. Also, a TV paper for next week. So I can work out which programmes to fall asleep watching. Haha!
Got on the bus at the same time as Horace and his Carer.
I feel pain for Horace. His handler always sits away from him on the bus, and I’ve yet to hear the man talk to Horace. The carer is in the seat in front of where I took a photograph from. Of course, it is not my place to criticise anyone, and do not! For I don’t know the illness, handicap or nature of things that poor old Horace suffer from. So I have no idea of what that carer has to go through while caring. I often meet Horace on my bus trips and have started saying cheerio to him. No recognition from him of course, and he can apparently only grunt. He loves doing this while pointing at things. Life can be so unfair to some folk.
Up to now, the ailments have been so kind to me as well, today. I feel almost guilty.
Back at the flats, I visited the Throne and put the new tool for the hearing aid in the box they came in, to try not to lose or break this one.
I shelled some garden peas and got them into the saucepan on the simmer. Out the onion bhajis and bubble and squeak cakes into the tray ready to go into the oven later.
Got this diary updated. Boy, am I making some grammar errors. Don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’m aware I do make silly mistakes generally. It took ages and lots and lots of correcting. Humph!
Nosh served up. An unfunny few moments followed. I got it all on the plate and had to go for a wee-wee again.
About to carry it on the tray to the £300 second-hand recliner to consume it, and the phone rang. Tsk! It was the surgery with the DVT blood test results. New dosages, as the INR level had dropped to 2.1 – this is not good news at all. It might mean the cancelling of the Little Inchies graft op yet again. A most off-putting possibility! They made the next appointment for Wednesday 16th, and I remembered this was the Tenants meal-out day and mentioned it. Rearranged for… wait for it… 0750hrs on Tuesday 15th. 0750hrs! Great! I queried the time, and the lady thought I was intimating that this was too early and said; “Well, you always ask for an early time for your appointments!” (Not that I get them usually!) I told her no problem at all and thanked her kindly.
Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This was a messy one and required some cleaning up and medicationalisationing afterwards. So by the time I’d got around to digesting the meal, it was well cold! Grumph!
I thought about putting it in the oven to warm it up again but decided this would not be a good idea. So I ate it as it was. Actually, it was not too bad at all. If the phone call and Porcelain Throne had not interrupted the proceedings, it would have been super-tasty I think.
The walking must have taken more out of me than I thought because when I got the TV on to watch Boon DVD episodes, I drifted off and woke at 0130hrs, many hours later.
I 
recall musing over a dream I’d been having and must have scribbled this note, I found later.
Monte Casino defender from Italy?
Soon drifted back to sleep.
Sprang awake with a start, at 0250hrs.
Somehow, I remembered to clean the hearing aids after forgetting to do so every day since I had them. Unfortunately, I could not find the brush and screwdriver things needed to do these aids. Plenty to hand, that would do the old type ones, though. Humph!
Checks instead. Sys 159, Dia 73, Pulse 84, Temp 33.8, Weight 14.89 (Ahem!)
The looking very wet Morrison delivery chap arrived with the fodder. He carried into the kitchen for me, nice that.
Took out the veg to use today and got the rest into the fridge drawer. The carrots and swedes I bought already diced.
and yellow peppers and got them into the Crock-Pot, adding just a little water. Added a jar of cheap black bean sauce and put some mini tomatoes in and sprinkled some of the Polish mixed seasonings into the mix and stirred it all well.
Finding it hard work doing the blog now, after a visit or two from Craig Cramps. But still, it could always be worse.
Moments later a Police Officer arrived with his wet umbrella. He tried the intercom but obviously whoever he wanted was not in and he poddle off shortly.
I started this one off, the Porcelain Throne had to be attended!
When I had washed and made another brew, my next door neighbour Stew arrived with his grandkids in tow. He had a bit of bother finding them when two disappeared out of doors, he cunningly put the other two inside and went to retrieve the remainder from outside in the rain. I think they keep him feeling young, you know.
Had a go on Facebook next. Then onto WordPress reading.
Computer turned off and concentrated on trying to get the meal right.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into wet-room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Which went extremely well. No bleeding now, from Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harold at all. Although, I had to smile when the toilet block I added to the cistern yesterday, bubbled right up to the rim when I pressed the flush lever. It was still present after I’d nipped and got the camera to take this shot. I think I might have put two blocks in by mistake? Hehe!
Made a strong mug of Yorkshire Tea, did the Health Checks and took the medications as I started the computer.
Took a break and popped out on the balcony to take these shots.
Mentioning nightmare reminded me to have a look at the dream notes on the pad.
The City Centre was a mass of traffic. So many works were taking place everywhere.
Traffic lights out at the corner of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street with temporary lights, for sewerage work. With no stop/go lights for pedestrians. (Fair enough, the Nottingham populace ignore them anyway).
works, showing the new buses. Click this link to see the mess: 
To the City Centre and the beach entertainments, the atmosphere was one of tension and discontentment.
Walked through and down Exchange Walk to St John’s Church.
I hobbled on down and through to the Broad Marsh Car Park (As was, it is closed now, creating more traffic problems) and along Carrington Street to the Canal.
Feeling a bit depressed myself now, I hobbled back to the Slab Square.
Huh!)
bit of it, and I do miss my now barred Brassica.
mostly seriously stern-faced Nottingham citizenry en route. Made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street. Where this young lady on her mobility scooter on her mobile phone, came out of the Post Office and down Queen Street, actually hitting my shopping bag as concentrated on her conversation, bless her!
Took this photo at the top of the street while waiting for the bus.
There were new temporary lights on the route back to the flats on a housing estate in Mapperley. Tsk!
Back at the Winwood Flats, the weather was all right still, and again I was last in the race back to the apartments.
The meal, an easy one to prepare, and at last, it turned out a decent one.
0600hrs: Woke to find the TV remote still laying on my generously padded with flesh stomach, and arose from the £300 second-hand recliner in need of the Porcelain Throne. The right arm seemed to have gained a different texture during the night? Hehe!
Another good start to the day here.The only ailments bothering me were Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis. Even Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy were both free of blood. The three little stab wounds in the left hand
1200hrs: Got the black bean sauce in the saucepan and added onions, peppers, garden peas and mushrooms. Warmed it through and got the Quorn minced beef added, and stood over it stirring it often.
It looked good, smelt good and tasted utterly repulsive, disgusting and awful!
Washed up the pots and things, and getting into the jammies, I thought it might be a good idea to pop into the spare room to fetch some bleach stored in there, and scrape my chin on the storage box edge. Fall forwards and grab the nearest thing to stop the fall onto the brolly I’d left open to dry the other day and got entangled in it. Thus, ending its short but useful life. Hahaha! Luckily it was the cheap Pound Shop one.
self out of the £300 second-hand recliner, and nearly toppling over, such was the pain from the right knee and hip as I stood up. Straight to the medical drawer took a 60g Codeine, then the rest of the morning medications, with a brew of tea in the new little cup.
visitations from either Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis! Only Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda any bother, and they had calmed down since I got up. Excellent start I thought.
Down and got the laundry in the washing machine and nipped outside to have a nosey.
As I went to get the lift back to the 12th floors, this little mite was there on the builder’s carpet protector strips.
Once back home, I had another wee-wee and gathered all the pieces of the stand I’d bought to give to the Nottingham Hospice, another go at erecting it.
Down a final trip to retrieve the washing from the dryer.
Which, as you can see here, the scraper acquired a brown tinge that is unremovable. This might be a clue to someone more cleverer than I am, as to from where the marks came from and what they consisted of? Something potent and corrosive, judging by how quickly they turned the razor blade into rust?
donated and would sell in moments, last week when I chatted with her.
enable it to. Hehe!
Full of pep with my little victories, I set about finishing the kitchen cleaning. Cleaned the counters, shelving, drawers, cooker sink cabinets, hoovered and mopped the floor.
En route, I noticed some food stalls getting ready for customers near the Mansfield Road entrance.
Top of hill on the footpath and right down to the apartments, and as I descended the gravel path, 93-year-old Polish Eddie was walking up it. I don’t know how he gets about so much, often and without any seeming effort, he can walk faster than I do. A grand chap too. Had a little natter with him as we passed each other.
At the bottom of the path near the car parking on Chestnut Walk as I crossed over to get to the foyer doors, this little squirrel kindly froze and gave me time to get closer and the camera out again.
Feeling a bit drained now, but still smug with myself.
Raining now, glad I went out when I did and not leave it until later on.
Got the mini-cup of tea brewed did the Health Checks and took the medications. All were looking good to me. Well, temperature a little high, but that is how it has been for a few days now.
I got the cramps in the left arthritic hand and fingers as I started typing.
0500hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Much internal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this morning, a lot of cleaning up and medicating needed and done.
Made a brew, did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Started to do this diary and it dawned on me that it might be an idea to get the vegetables ready for cooking later, for when I tackle making the Beef in Black bean sauce meal.
Off I went to make another brew, and the sky looked a bit threatening but beautiful at the same time.
Did the ablutionisationing, dressed and set off to the Temporary Winwood Social Shed for the chinwagging session.
Had a few good nattering sessions, all the same. Handed in the raffle prizes and gave out the nibbles. Said my farewells and went to the bus stop.
down the hill, where I dropped off and got the brolly out, and wobbled down to the Polish Food Shop.
Sourdough bread. Never come across this before, just hope I like it?
Roy took one of my bags to carry on the top of his four-wheeled trolly for me, and I got the brolly over us both in return?
I got into the apartment, and the Porcelain Throne was facilitated.
Nosh sorted. A bit of a job getting it all sorted, but it tasted lovely. Onion Bhaji’s, black bean sauce (from a jar), diced swede, diced carrots, red peppers, red onions, tomatoes, one little sole lonely potato (Haha!), fresh garden peas and shredded beetroot (from a jar). Followed with an apple and lemon-curd yoghourt.
As darkness descended I pondered, now the rain had stopped, to clean the pots and having a go at the tar marks on the outside of the kitchen window!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. No adscititious ailments, only Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding a lot.
The sky outside did not over encourage me on the coming weather.
Off to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done.
Onto Mansfield Road up the hill and observed that the Restuarant Car Park sign had been tended to by ‘Nottingham Street Artists Blolblets’, again.
Unfortunately, he turned left as I took the picture. Humph!
got to the Surgery with plenty of time to spare.
Limped along into Carrington.
I crossed over the road and into Carrington proper.
Further along, near the Co-op store, a Nottingham Street Artist had been at it again, decorating new benches with an empty can, bottle and prettily spread sick underneath it, in a heart shaped design.
As I moved on to be insulted and cheated at the Lidl Store; Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist had a go at me!
The rain started to come heavily, as I got in the concentration camp… sorry, I mean Lidl’s. I noticed that all four check-outs were abandoned and only the end bit with the self-serve tills was in use.
To the bus stop and caught one to Sherwood. I long wait for the L9 bus, just as well because I remembered to go to Wilko and search for a razor scraper. Came out of there spent up as well, having got; A measuring jug, Dettol disinfectant, Citrus deodorant, Cooking foil, black refuse sacks, toilet cleaner blocks, kettle descaler, fragrance booster, foil trays and…. Yes! I did it, I got a Glass razor scraper!
Had a chinwag with 93-year-old tenant Polish Eddy at the bus stop.
he TFZers and Facebook friends.
The meal took a lot of preparation tonight, but it was worth all the effort.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks.
Food delivery arrived.
Hobbling along Chestnut Walk and realised that I had not picked up the note of things to do! Humph! There were five things on it, I remember that much.
Dropped off on Queen Street and limped down through the Old Market Slab Square, which was designated as The Nottingham Beach with its rides, amusements and highly priced eateries, etc.
But some families had laid claim to the favourite corner positions on the beach. I wondered if any of them were German holidaymakers? Hehe!
Up the road and into the Hearing Aid place. Logged in with Snottypants on the reception and got the crossword book out.
I thanked him and departed. Noticing the rough sleeper had gone, and the shop opposite that was signed as being up for lease or sale last week, were now To Let.
way to it via the Nottingham Beach.
Across the road and through the square.
The last amusement ride I looked at was also moving fast and up and down.
the paper shop on the corner of Queen Street.
At the flats, I found this parked outside the apartments.
Had a bash on Facebooking.
Went to do the washing up and the rain had returned.
Gave up trying to catch up on any sleep again, and went into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Hope to go into Arnold, visit the Arnot Hill Park and feed the ducks, then walk into Arnold proper and call at a few shops in the hope of obtaining some cheap nail polish remover and a Razor scraper. So I can tackle the kitchen window tar spots again later.
At the bus stop, the bench was filled up with tenants, female tenants. And good chin wag and laugh ensued while we waited for the bus. ‘All Aboard’, and in Sherwood, everyone, bar me got off. I was abandoned!
Dropped off and hobbled towards the park and pond.
I left through the top gate and gingerly hobbled to the bus stop, just as the sky began to threatened rain or a storm.
Again, I was the slowest of us all in hobbling back along Chestnut Walk to the apartments from the bus stop.
Got the fodder prepared and digested while watching some Boon DVD episodes.
To the Porcelain Throne and washed the dining pots.