I reckon I fell asleep early last night because I woke, thinking it was about 0600hrs at 0100hrs. Wide awake and needing to make use of the bathroom throne.
To the kitchen – Gawd it was cold! The winds coming in through the cupboards, kitchen window edges and the air vent making it very uncomfortable to be in the kitchen at all. The rain was hitting the glass with at a fair pace, I could hear the wind a-blowing too.
Made a brew, and as I got the laptop on, the mind started musing and it was confusing!
The fretting over the bathroom to shower conversion and related problems and costs.
Will FraserBrown get the finalisation of the house sale done?
Have I got all the medical appointments and cancellations down on the calendar correctly?
Will Duncan be alright driving in the wind and rain tomorrow on his visit?
What will the new Metastatic Melanoma skin cancer be treated in time?
Did I take last nights medications? (Don’t think I did, cause I fell asleep so early)
Why have I just taken the morning pills so soon?
How do I manage to leave the hot water tap running so often?
How will I survive without a bath or WC for three days when they fit the shower?
How come Rea Flux and Arthur Itis are being so kind to me while Anne Gyna and Duo Denal are being so bothersome?
How is it I always get in a muddle and end up bruising myself or someone else when I use the walking stick?
How come the right foot/ankle that has been twisted outwards for over two days, isn’t curved outwards this morning?
Why are my 1959 imitation brown leather armchair arms, breaking and sinking into the chair?
Does everyone know my funeral is already paid for via Age UK, at Baguley Funeral Parlour people?
Will Sister Jane be alright when she get her results from the hospital?
I must remember the dentist appointment next Wednesday!
Will things ever get better?
Why am I sat here thinking like this?…
Sad innit? Humph!
Set about finishing yesterday’s diary. Then started this one off.
Doing some Facebooking, I came across this photo on the SDHC card.
I’ve no idea when or why I took it, though.
I expect there was a reason? But I’m blown if I can remember what it was? Hehe!
Maybe I’d thought of something humorous about the colour of the cloth and mug being the same?Did a lot of Facebooking, being as I’d gotten up so early like, I got caught up nicely.
Did a lot of Facebooking, being as I’d gotten up so early like, I got caught up nicely. Checked the emails.
I’ll get an early bath this morning so I can get out to do some shopping for the things I keep forgetting to get. Made a list to take with me. Transferred the Winwood Social photo’s to a disc to take with me to get them developed at Asda.
Set off and caught the bus to Arnold, friendly chinwag on the way to the bus-stop.
Then again with the gals at the bus-stop with the gals in the shelter and bitterly cold wind.
Dropped off in Arnold and straight into Asda (Walmart) and to the film unit, got the few photographs from the Social Hour done, I made two copies of those with two in the photo, so they could individually have one each.
Got some bits from the store, bread and desserts and did a bit of counter shopping. Remembered to collect the photographs!
Walked over to the Fulton Food Store and nosed around a bit. Got some Chestnut mushrooms. Then to the bus-stop and back to the flats. Fighting the urge to fall asleep all the way. (Again, Hehe!)
Once in the apartment and having visited the WC, fatigue dawned again, thoroughly drained. So I got a simple meal prepared, Curried baked beans and sausages from the freezer.
Had it with some bread, but felt so tired I nearly fell asleep eating it!
Still nice, though, rated this one at a fair 8.9/10.
The rest of the day was dozes, nodding offs and heavy eyelids.
Drifted off proper thinking of, and looking forward to Duncan visiting tomorrow.
0255hrs: With a jolt I sprang awake. All I could recall about the dream I was having, was fire, a talking gargoyle and confusion. I took to the gargoyle and we chatted in the inferno about many different things before he ate me?
I sat there in my broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair and checked out the lower regions: Only a few specks of blood, so a good start to the day I thought.
Managed to remember that BJ was going to ring me yesterday about lifting me to the launderette this morning, I couldn’t remember him doing so?.
Spent a while thinking of the man from the Council (Benjamin) had told me yesterday about the bathroom conversion. The actual shower area will be minuscule, not that it could be anything else with the tiny bathroom in the first place. The thought of going four days without a toilet and sink caused me some consternation about how to overcome the difficulty?
Eventually, I stirred myself and went to the porcelain then made a cup of tea and took the medications. Got the laptop on and did the graphic about the dream while it was freshish in my mind. I wondered if Steve Age UK might call me today if he’s heard anything about the house sale from FraserBrown the comical, expensive and uncaring solicitors yet like they said they would?
As I made another brew, I realised that Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood this morning and not giving me much bother at all. It was time for Rea Flux to have a go at me, and he was having fun with me. Tsk!
The incredibly annoying Virgin Internet connection keeps going down at the moment, Huh and Humph
I took a bath and waited for BJ to ring, but he didn’t, so I rang him, but no reply.
Decided to go for a walk into Arnold, and feed the ducks on the way at Arno Hill Park.
Great steady walk, and got some beautiful photographs, it was just grand!
So many new types of wild fowl at Arno Hill Park pond today.
The flowers in this photograph were found on the Bupa Hospital property on the top of the edge of the wall on Mansfield Road on my hobble to Arnold.
The best find was this colourful duck, I think it is called a Mandarin?
Apart from the Canada Geese that bullied the smaller breeds to get to the food I fed them.
I was very impressed with how all the others ducks and fowls got on so well with each other and the pigeons too.
A wonderful hobble out today.
As I walked out and towards the bus-stop, the high spirits evaporated as the worries returned. I’d heard nothing from Steve Age UK or FraserBrown the lying solicitors about the sale of the house progressing, Steve and the lawyer said at the last meeting that arrangements would be made for a meeting Wednesday this week, but I’ve heard nothing from either, fancy that. Deja Vu?
I must try again to contact BJ, who didn’t arrive this morning as he said he would, I hope he’s not got any bother or is poorly.
Caught the bus back to the flats. The wind was getting up.Got
Laptop on updated this tosh.
Got the nosh prepared and cooking.
Fretting over things again, so I delved into the DVD shelves and selected a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD to watch and immerse myself into.
The fodder was baked potatoes, baked BBQ flavoured beans and the chicken discs in crispy batter.
Some bread thins and a lemon dessert to follow.
It was awesome, apart from I’d overcooked the chicken thingies a bit.
Still gave it a 9/10 rating.
To the porcelain, the bladder was a little overactive.
Back to the DVD and wallowed in nostalgia, managing to forget my worries for a bit.
I did nod off for an hour or so, but now I’ve worked out how the remote thingy works, no problem.
Woke again around 0630 hrs, started to recall a bit of a dream – when the sickening sensation of warmth and wetness made itself known from my lower regions.
Carefully pulled myself out of the broken 1959 imitation brown leather G-plan armchair to go to the bathroom to tend to Little Inchies bleeding lesion and didn’t realise I’d still got the headphones on.
Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day started early this Monday didn’t I?
Bending down to pick the stuff up only made Little Inchy bleed again. Tsk!
Still, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Haem Aroid were not giving me any bother.
Did my medicationalising and ablutionisationing, made a cuppa, then took the medications, and got the laptop on to update this.
Got a call from the Nottingham City Homes people, they want to call and talk about the bathroom being changed into a shower. Checked the diary and agreed to be back at 1300hrs to meet Benjamin.
So, Doctor at 1000hrs, the nurse INR test at 1015hrs, then back ASAP to meet the NCH chap at the flat.
Got the hearing aids reassembled after cleaning and decoking, got my list and paperwork for the surgery and notes to remember to tell Dr Vindla.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute. Set off around 0915 hours to walk to the surgery.
Not a bad morning weather wise and only the hills bothered me en route.
Arrived at the surgery in plenty of time. Took a seat and did some cross-wording. Dr Vindla called me in and gave me a cheery welcome, saying “Well, what is it now” with a smile on her face. I do love her.
She took a look through some microscope thing at the spot on me face. After a while, he told me it is a different type of skin cancer to the ones I’ve got already and may need sorting straight away when I get to the appointment at the Skin-Melanoma Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. He tried to book it there and then, but the system would not allow her to, so she told me to book online as soon as I get home She printed out the details and highlighted the things that I’ll need when booking it. Booking reference number, password, and email address.
We then moved onto the problem of Little Inchy bleeding. She is to consult with some department and will get back in touch to give me their decision on the next move.
Then she made a prescription for some more Daktacort Corticoid cream, Codeine Phosphate painkillers and Magnesium Sulphate Injection packs and Warfarin Tablets, and sent it through the ether to the chemist for me.
We discussed the dizzy spells, and she thought the new medications for the injections might help.
I thanked her and she reminded me I had to see the nurse later for the INR blood test and to return to the waiting room. As I left the door, the nurse was there and beckoned me to follow her into the treatment room. I got the lovely lady nurse as opposed to the Obergruppenfurher like one again today, lucky me.
She took the blood and had a bit more bother in stopping it bleeding afterwards than usual. She asked me how I was and about the house sale, bless her.
Handed her the nibble bag. Then off to the chemists to pick up the prescriptions, then into Lidl to get some fodder in.
Caught the bus into Sherwood and then the L8 bus back up the hill to the flats. Offered some nibbles to my fellow tenants on the bus.
Once in the apartment, I put away the extra medications and food I’d bought earlier on.
To the bathroom for a wee-wee and doctor Little Inchy up, cleaning and applying the Daktacort cream.
Laptop on and updated this load of inconsequentialness.
Whoopsidangleplop number two of the day. Then started preparing the vegetables for the Crock-Pot. No cutting off my finger/thumb or any other bodily parts today either, however, when slicing the parsnips up, a bit shot off the counter and has never been seen since?
Benjamin from Nottingham City Homes arrived and was fascinated by the view from the kitchen window and wanted to take a photograph, he did. Then I handed him the binoculars so he could see the motorway on the horizon.
He gave me an A4 sheet with the details of what will take place and the hassle involved. 4 days without a shower or bath, redecorating and tiling at my expense and own arrangements, WC and toilet to be removed and reinstalled later and many more things, but he did not give me a copy to keep for myself. Huh! Nice enough sort of chap, though.
The Crock-Pot on, I made another cuppa and once more updated this illuminating diary.
Rang Sister Jane to update her on the Dentist time change and the Blood Cancer appointment that is due shortly. Kept stirring the Crock-pot.
So, it was slow cooker cooked seasoned vegetables: swede, parsnips, carrots, turnips, pea, red peppers, red and white onions and mushrooms in a beef flavoured (Salt, vinegar, rosemary, basil, Bovril, tomato puree, mixed spice) Gravy and the two cobs, to soak up the juices. A beef slice and all this made the meal get a rating of 9.33/10. The cleaning up afterwards took ages.
Not more bleeding from Haem Aroid, and only a the tiniest drop from Little Inchy.
Managed to get off to sleep a bit easier too tonight.
On this day in 1878, The Victorians eased the rules for those convicted and sentenced to Hard Labour within the penal system of England.
Saturday 23 April 2016
I awoke after an hour and a half of sleep but felt so much better than yesterday, when the sudden attack of lethargy and torpidness hit me. The body showed no signs of complaints when I visited the throne in the bathroom, even Heam Aroid and Little Inchy were showing no signs of bleeding!
Got the kettle on and loved the view through the kitchen window.
The Reflux Valve started sticking open and giving me continuous belching to the point of pain for ages. Most annoying.
Then made a brew and took the morning medications, then got the laptop going, but the internet indicated that it was unavailable! Luckily it came on again, but it is very slow. Virgin Media my Arse, that Branson is a fibber about how good it is!
Back to the porcelain, still no bleeding I’m glad to say! The hiccuping and belching is getting even more vicious now, Humph!
Did some WordPressing then I checked the incoming Emails.
I started the ablutionisationing, and got myself and the things needed for a trip on the bus into the City Centre, to try and get some photographs of the St Georges day celebrations. Took the rubbish bags to the chute, on way down.
The first bus at the flats was not due until 1036hrs, so I walked up and through the park and caught a bus to town in Sherwood. The hiccups and belches stated again, pied by a bit pf sneezing? Tsk!
Dropped off the bus at the Victoria shopping centre (Mall).
Went into Tesco and spent some money on fodder, got a carrot, a parsnip, two lamb hotpots, a white and red onion, a turnip, Sopocka pork loin, tin of beans and three packs of Bread thins to go in the freezer for use later in the week.
I wandered up towards Derby Road and took a photo of the Theatre Royal over the road.
It shows the incredible sky/cloud formations and the usual Nottingham shoplifters and benefit claimants crossing the road against the traffic lights once again. Hehehe!
Not many folks out and about yet, perhaps they have to clear their hangovers first?
Of all the shops I passed, only the shops with any customers were the Payday Loan shop, The Money Shop, Everyday Loans and Quick Loans shop.
Sad really.
I turned down towards the Slab Square and the Council House.
Some celebrants were getting a few things
together for the parade later, and the Council House was displaying St Georges flag across the columns in front.
Very few people about here either, I was puzzled a bit.
Many barricades and fencing about, though. Ready for the parade when it starts.,
I was a little too early methinks.
So I hobbled down to have a look in the Marks & Spencer food hall.
I slipped the birds some seed.
there was a different Big Issue seller outside the M&S entrance door to the escalators down to their food hall.
I gave him a £2 coin and thought he was going to have a heart attack. He smiled and spoke, but all I could do back was grin in return as I could not understand a word he was saying. Must be a new incomer. But I was glad I cheered him up a bit.
They had some just baked and sliced Farmhouse loaves, so I treat myself to one, along with some plain yoghourts and fresh mushrooms that looked nice and clean.
As I came out and walked through the Slab Square, some of the display team were getting ready and trying out their uniforms and helmets.
My feet were aching badly, so I decided not to wait for the parade after all.
I’d go back and take some painkillers instead.
The bus was no due for a good while, so I circled the City block passing through Clumber Street.
I can’t remember there being so few shoplifters… I mean Nottinghamians around on this street before?
I wandered back up slowly towards the bus stop, taking a photo of some jewellery to post for the TFZ gals on the Facebook site.
Later, I doctored it adding the prices converted in USD$, Canadian $, Australian $ and Japanese Yen.
Just for a laugh and comparison to the British pound prices like.
I’ve no idea what the thing on the left at £389 is, a bracelet of some sort I assume.
Caught the bus and was soon back at the flat, but it could easily have been so different, I fell asleep on the bus and amazingly woke up just as it approached the apartments. Phew!
Got in and put the fodder away.
Got my shoes off, made a cuppa and took the medications with an extra painkiller.
I transferred the vegetables from the Crock-Pot to the saucepan and added some mushrooms to the mix, then put the beef slices into the oven, cleaned the Crock-pot and updated this while it cooked.
It came out alright.
In fact, I had to rate this one as a most impressive 9.33/10.
The Farmhouse sliced bread was lovely and flavoursome, but I fear the tummy may object later as it was so soft.
Took the medications and back on the laptop. The Virgin internet was running a bit jumpy and slow again.
I updated this and then closed it down and put on a TV DVD called Unforgotten. It starred Nicola Walker and Sanjeev Bhaskar.
I couldn’t remember buying this at all, but it (The disc and box) were wrapped in film and looked new?
I watched to episodes and was fascinated with the plot, despite my never having seen or hearing of the series before.
Cleverly written, and it had subtitles on it, which helped.
I then put on channel 24 on Freeview, ITV4, to watch one of my favourite movies, Space Cowboys. Unfortunately, I flaked out during the second batch of commercial adverts.
Slept far longer than average last night, through necessity I think, I was so worn out and weary after yesterday’s almost debilitating series of mental and physical disappointments, ailments, and frustrations.
It took me a long time to remove myself from my scratched broken 1959 imitation armchair I was ensconced in (Arms are getting ever closer to collapsing or imploding). I lay thinking of the ambivalent dreams I’d had for a while, they are not suitable for relating to others on this occasion.
I must remember to go see Deana about the calls from the Nottingham City Council I’d been having and missing, and see if she recognises the number of the caller on the mobile.
Feeling so tired still.
To the kitchen, kettle on, then to the bathroom porcelain. The body seemed to ache all over as I moved my a short, plump wobbly little body around the flat this morning.
The stomach still grinding a bit, Arthur Itis still in attendance at me knees, ankles, and hands, however, Anne Gyna was being kind to me, Little Inchy bleeding only a tiny drop or two, and Roger Reflux is working well. It’s the mind that giving me concern, in case I’ve forgotten something that needed doing today?
I know I have to see Deana, go to the Optician to order some new spectacles and a thought lays loosely in my head somewhere about my having to go to Arnold for summat?
The tummy seems to be growing a bit more agitated as the morning goes on, it might be an idea just to have some soup for nosh later today, but I’d put the money on me having roast vegetables and sausages or something like that.
I tried Facebook to see if it would be playing up again, although running a bit slow, it allowed me to.
Not feeling very percipient at the moment. But I did remember what had to go to Arnold for today, some fresh vegetables from Asda (Walmart).
I took a quick but invigorating bath, used the new bath creme thingy I got from the Pound Shop. After having the tub, it took me ages to remove the suds down the plughole. Still, no complaints at all about this morning’s ablutions. I got into it with relative ease, out of it without much hassle or pain at all. Little Inchy didn’t bleed much when I medicated him, and no bother from Haem Aroid either! Put the jeans in the dirty washing, noticed the laundry bag was getting full.
Plodded down to go see Deana, and she was in the foyer chatting to some of the Woodthorpe Court lady tenants. I waited until they had finished and asked her about the City Council number. She noted the number and said she’d try later to find out for me. She scurried off, cause she’s very busy. I gave them all a choice of Quality Street nibbles, and we all moved out to catch the bus.
The sky from the bus stop looked fantastic again.
I wondered where those people that were inside the plane crossing the sky were bound for.
The others had a natter and caught the City bound bus. I waited, doing some crossword fun and caught the outward bound L9 into Arnold.
I went into the cheapo food shop and got some tins of potato cubes in water and one of baby carrots. Then hobbled over to Asda (Walmart) and spent rather too much again Huh! I got some lemon desserts, a pack od four small pots of honey and lemon flavoured yoghourts, honeyed cashew nuts, Marmite ones too. A small loaf of Irish Batch bread then I went to the greengrocery section. I got a tiny turnip, a parsnip and a pack of small carrots. (I think I might be overdoing the vegetable Hehe!) So it looks like oven roasted or Crock-Potted veg with something tonight?
When I’d paid and wobbled to the bus stop, there was a sign in the shelter telling us that the bus-stop will not be in use for four days while road works take place from the 19th to the 23rd of April. But there were no road works taking place, and some of the buses did stop. This confused the prospective passengers waiting at the shelter, a bit and me. Luckily the L9 stopped to pick me up – or rather maybe to drop off some others, and I nipped on quick as I could.
On the way back through Daybrook, St Paul’s Church looked radiant in the sunshine. I took a photo through the bus window. I associate cold weather with St Pauls, cause I go to the remembrance service there, which is as you know, in November.
On the way back the bus was nearly hit by someone in a new Mini, who belted passed the parked at the bus stop bus and tried to swerve in front of him as he pulled away to turn left. Papping horns ensued, and I verbally agreed with the bus-driver that the Mini was a naughty Mini driver!
When the bus got to the flats…
Traffic commotion and the Fire Brigade in attendance.
As I walked back to take the photographs, one of the tenders was pulling off, the other one remained. But… luckily they were at the Winchester Flats and not my Woodthorpe ones.
Weariness overcame me when I got in the apartment. Severely, so suddenly drained.
I put away the fodder and got the laptop on to update this before I fell asleep.
I got an unsolicited phone call an Asian woman asking if she was talking to the owner of the house. I told her this is not a house and rang off. I nearly told her to go forth and multiply but managed to resist the urge.
I got the vegetables prepared and in the oven. A few whole baby carrots, two slices of turnip (A first for me), sliced onions and slices of parsnips. Luckily I still had a good supply of medicated plasters and TCP in stock. Humph!
Got the fodder sorted and watched an Auf Wiedersehen Pet DVD.
I stayed awake for two episode, then drifted off into the wonderful land of nod – well, it should have been the wonderful land of nod, but I kept waking up during the dreams or nightmares, and they were not all good ones.
Worra night of dreams! I opened my eyelids, and the memories of bits of the thoughts flooded into my weak mind, reliving them was not nice. At one stage it was literally Pie in the Sky time. With me riding atop a giant pie of some sort with wings, and trying to break into the crust using a hammer and chisel, and not fall off of it? But my efforts were in vain, and I toppled off as I hit my knee with the hammer? I think I was remarkably calm as I spun down towards the earth, but cannot recall landing.
Another episode of this apparently unending nightmare had me once again on the rooftops clambering over chimneys, ariels water-towers and up the sides of buildings with much physical ability, the usual gang of unknown people chasing me, but on the bright side, the dream avoided the usual scary falling into water scenario.was
Sat at a table, I was greeting people from a long line of them in the queue, each one I gave a little easter egg. Then they would either swear at me, or hit me, then thank me and wander off?
There was a lot more I felt, but could not recall any other details.
0455hrs: The moment I moved bodily, I knew I was in for a bad day. Feeling unwell would be an understatement! The cramps started, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna joined in with venom, and it was a long time before they allowed me to rise up on my feet to get to the bathroom. The reflux valve decided no to miss out on the ‘Give Inchock hell’ attitude of the other ailments, and stuck while I was on the throne. I was as close as I’ve ever been, to pressing my Health-Alarm wristlet button. The stomach started rumbling Haem Aroid was bleeding, Little Inchy too, in a right state he was. Thank heavens the reflux valve eased a bit, and I could breathe reasonably well within about five minutes of it sticking. I was glad I had not pressed the button then.
I cleaned up the blood, and made my way painfully thanks to Arthur Itis and his return to form, to the kitchen to put the kettle on, I thought for a second something was leaking, down through the ceiling as liquid dropped onto my glasses? I looked up and as I did, realised it was blood coming down from the little scratch on my head. How that had started leaking I didn’t know, but no problem. I wiped it with a kitchen towel, returned to the bathroom and put some aftershave on it, and it ceased flowing.
What a start to the day!
Mind you, on the bright side, there were no dizzy spells to contend with. Being so kind to me for days now, the return of Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis to their old ways was not welcome.
I made a cuppa, and took the medications, taking some extra antacid for the rumbling stomach, and an additional painkiller for Anne and Arthur.
I got the laptop on and was working o CorelDraw 8 when a message on a blue screen came up! “Your PC ran into problems – Needs to restart and assess. Gathering information. Will restart after analysis.”
Oh shit, I thought. Medical mayhem, now the laptop joins in the tribulations and hassles of the day! Humph!
As I waited for the laptop to do its thing, I pondered on the situation with the house sale. I should have been happy with what the solicitors told Deana yesterday, that things will be sorted within the next week, but they have lied to me twice before telling me things will be sorted. I felt a touch of depression and self-pity starting to rise. Bile came up from the rumbling stomach into my mouth.
The laptop restarted, but I didn’t know what the problem was or had been? I started this diary off to here and realised I’d not finished yesterday’s off yet. So I did. Hehe!
Determined to cheer myself up a bit, I got a good soak in the bath, and decided to have a walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park to see if I could find owt interesting to photographicalise.
At the top of the gravel footpath into the park, I was impressed with the greenery starting to return.
There were many dogs, taking their owners for walks.
I stood and watched them for a good while, and enjoyed just looking at their tails wagging away.
On the way down the path, it came over a bit darker and the sky was looking so picturesque.
I plodded on into Sherwood and checked the times at the bus shelter so as to catch a number 40 one the three stops back up the Winchester Hill after I’d got me bits.
Called in the Co-op store and wandered about, got some reduced short date items, a £1 dessert for 29p, and a box of Tangerines for 89p down from £1.59.
I started to feel a bit better as Anne Gyna departed my company. Arthur Itis I think, will remain with me for a long time yet,
By the time I got off of the bus and started the walk back to the flats, I was even perkier, and started singing to myself, starting with Lonie Donegan’s ‘My Old Mans a Dustman.’
Got in the flats and called to see Olive at her flat, gave her half the mandarins cause she likes them. I returned to my dump and she followed, I’d left me hat on her kitchen counter. Tsk! And she returned it for me as I was opening the flat door. Felt such a fool again!
Got the potato cubes and carrots in the oven, and cleaned up a bit. Started the laptop to update this twollop and added the sausages fifteen minutes later, hoping they would all be cooked at the same time.
The view from the kitchen window was excellent.
I reckon I’m in for some heavy rain or a storm soon.
I wondered about the photo of the sky looking so overly crisp I suppose you could call it?
Then realised that the control nob on the camera had been moved to another setting, one of the many I do not understand. Huh!
The nosh had finished cooking and came out recent like and appetizing too!
The sausages were done to a crisp, the potatoes nice and crunchy outside and soft inside, the carrots cooked correctly, the beetroot with orange peel was tasty too! Added some potato sticks to it, no bread at all this meal.
As I settled to enjoy it, the stomach started to brew up again and the sides of my torso began to hurt, more a sort of strain than pain, if you get what I mean?
I suppose I should have considered not eating the meal at this point, but it looked and smelt so delicious, and me being so hungry, I consumed it with relish.
Wonderful, rated it another 9.4/10!
Fell asleep (Much needed that).
When I woke up, it was getting dark and the rain was belting down outside.
Went to wash the dishes and make a brew, taking this photograph from the kitchen window. This view impressed me with the sun so different than normal.
Anne Gyna had eased off, the reflux valve was behaving himself, just the stomach and Arthur Itis giving any bother now, and they were livable with.
I must get to the doctors on Monday about the stomach and Anne Gyna, see if owt can be done to relieve the pain a bit. I know Dr. Vindla says she doesn’t think prescribing any more medications on top of my usual would be a good idea, but the hassle today was getting a bit much. I’ll see what she says if I can get to see her soon, I’ll see what appointment are available.
I made the decision that the windows, kitchen and living room just have got to be cleaned tomorrow. Rain permitting, of course. Then at the back of my mind, I hoped it would rain in the morning! What a Plonka!
Both sets of windows are not easy to clean, getting at the kitchen one and turning it around and getting all the bits of rust and black bits of the plastic lining dropping through with the stagnant rain water flowing out of the cracks in the frame of windows and all over the kitchen will ensure that the floor will need cleaning as well!
The living room window cleaning is a horrendous occasion. Out on the balcony, get all the cleaners outside, start cleaning them, the stretching usually setting off Anne Gyna and Rea Flux off! Doing my best to clean them, coming back in and looking through them to find endless bits of smear and dirt I’d missed – the repeating this several time before tackling the insides – all this while balancing on the step ladders, of course, will start Arthur Itis off and Anne Gyna usually stops me and I have to do it again later.
Huh! Nearly talked missen out of doing them there!Hehe!
Watched some TV between nodding off, I’m doing more of this nodding off lately, I think.
Drifted off into the world of dreams at last, around midnight I reckon.
I was chased and hacked to death by a gang of youths, I laughed while they were cutting me up, and they got annoyed at this… then I found myself sat at a desk being either questioned or counselled by a group of people sat opposite me. No idea who they were, but one of the panel looked a bit like Idi Amin. This seemed to attract my attention and I could not concentrate on giving answers to the group. They sentenced me to imprisonment in the Tower of London.
That was no picnic I can tell yer! Each morning a guard would come into me bare damp brick cell where I was chained to the wall, and put a cockroach or worm into my mouth for breakfast, then cut or hack off another bit of my body. Then drain some of the urine I’d leaked and squeeze some into my mouth and tell me they’ll see me in the morning and wished me all the best? The bits cut off would grow back eventually?
Many years later apparently, the guard told me I was to be released that day, and I begged him not to?
At some time, the usual chasing or being chased on rooftops dream came in again, and having to jump over a drainage ditch in which the yellow water bubbled and steamed was scary?
I woke up around 0500hrs, and made for the WC, then made a cup of tea and took the medications.
The kitchen still looked a mess after yesterday’s Nottingham City Homes Repair Farce and needed attention to rectify. But not yet, today being the Windwood Residents Social Hour, and my needing to fetch food and get the photographs developed seemed more important to me.
I rang Sister Jane and embarrassingly told her of how I felt depressed and worried and asked her if she or Pete would please come with me to see the solicitor when they had time. She said I was to ring the lawyer and explain about my losing the services of Steve from Age UK and someone would be taking over (Jane and Pete) as my advisor and they want to talk to with them about the sale of the house already taking months too long. Good thinking there from Jane) Of course this will not allow a meeting because we don’t know when Jane and or Pete will be free, but as Jane says, it might shake them a bit into action?
I met Deana Walker later at the meeting, the friendly coordinator at Winchester Court and asked her if she could ring the solicitors for me and tell them this, the I could let Pete or Jane know what they said. Dean is very busy today, so told me to call int he morning and she’d ring them for me. Bless her cotton socks.
Got the laptop on and did the diary for Wed, and started this one.
Did some graphicationalisationing for use later. Checked emails, medical appointments for the surgery confirmed: Monday 25th April 2016 at 10.30am with Dr Vindla and 11 am with Nicole for your INR Blood Test.
Got a bath and ablutions tended to, then got the things ready for the Social hour.
Took the recycling rubbish box down to the caretakers on the way to the Winwood Community Hut, for the social session.
Not many folk there again today.
Toni was in a good mood and chatted to me a bit. Eddy, our much-loved 93-year-old was deep in thought about something.
BJ didn’t come again but having noticed a missed call from him, I presumed that he wouldn’t be coming.
Busy lad.
The few that did come left early for some reason? I managed to get a few photographicalisations of the some though before they absconded. Hehe!
On my way back to the flat to prepare for catching the half-past bus to Arnold, I spied a tenant using several of the orange recycling bags for her shopping – Naughty thing!
Hehe!
I set off and caught the bus to Arnold, going in Asda (Walmart) to get the photographs developed before wandering around the store for a bit.
I ended up buying more than I had originally planned to. (So much for me taking a list of purchases of five items with me, Tsk!) Got potato sticks, Irish batch bread, lemon dessert pots, parsnips, carrots, swede and
Got potato sticks, Irish batch bread, fruit dessert pots, parsnips, carrots, swede, leg of lamb chunks, TV paper and a Wiejska sausage ring. Paid the lady on the checkout and remembered to return to the photo section to collect the photographs.
After a wander around the main street window shopping, then made my way to catch the last L9 bus.
I noticed the public seating bench had not lost yet further planks from the seating area. Doing well. Hehe!
Got the bus back to the flat and was just in to use the porcelain in the bathroom.
Start the slow cooker cooking!
I set to, using the slow cooker for the first time. I cut some of the fat off the lamb chunks and put them in the bowl. Prepared some swede, parsnips and carrot of about the same size for each of them and added them to the lamb. Made some lamb gravy and added some seasoning, herbs, vinegar, and mint.
The first check on the food, looking good!
Got the laptop on to update this diary, and checked the food about an hour later. I planned according to kind advice that I had been given, for the food to be ready to serve around 1800hrs or so, but realised I’d have to keep checking it regularly until I get used to the cookers foibles.
Checking it again an hour later on, I realised that the slow cooker doesn’t half give off a glorious aroma when cooking. It seemed to be coming on nicely, so I turned down the cook level from high to low.
Half an hour or so and another inspection and stirring the pot was made. All good! Taking its time, but smells just great! Really, getting hungry now.
Went on Facebook for a while then. After much hassle, Facebook was not responding; or posting on its own while I was writing or uploading a photo and general mayhem with trying to type I had to give up. I did manage a message informing the TFZers of my problem. Humph!
I tested the fodder a few more times and it is coming on just fine. I reckon a stew like what I’m doing will take five hours on the low setting in future.
Beneath the seasoned gravy in this dish, lies some appetising carrots, parsnips, swede and onions that were delicious indeed. The lamb chunks, were not so tasty, though. But I still gave this ‘Slow Cooker’ prepared concoction a rating of 9/10.
Getting late for me now, but the fatigue didn’t kick in as early as usual? Still, it came later. Hehe!
I must get the things ready in the morning, for my visit to see Deana about calling my imitation solicitors FraserBrown to sort out why things are not moving with the house sale, and my losing my Age UK councillor Steve, and Jane and Pete taking over as my advisors.
The befuddled brain resisted sleep for a good while. Humph!
Not his thoughts, of course, some he found on the internet!
Tuesday 12 April 2016
0400hrs: Shuddered awake, immediate feelings of depression and lack of self-esteem were rampant in their harassment of my poor confused mind. I sat there worrying about everything, yet didn’t have the ability actually to tackle any of my problems? I seem to skirt over them and just accept them along with my, pathetic efforts as being normal, yet knowing they weren’t?
After a while, I stirred and to the WC, no bleeding much at all. Decided to take another Bisacodyl.
Made a cuppa, and took a photo from the kitchen window, of the mist and drizzle.
Had to nip back sharpishly to the porcelain for another throne session, a lot easier this one was. Took the medications with a cup of tea and got the laptop going.
I did momentarily consider doing some much-needed cleaning of the flat, but my current apathy decided me against this.
Coreldraw X7 and WordPress initiated, did the top graphic. Photographed the Slow Cooker I bought yesterday. Still not knowing how to use it mind? There was a four-page recipe booklet, but in all of them it says you have to fry the meat first, before putting it in the slow-cooker? Not going to be much use to me this I think? I’ll check with Olive when I see her.
Checked the emails. Then spent four hours on graphic posting and catching up on Facebook at last.
Making the nosh, I did some chilli and added Bovril to it.
The pot I made it in was well stained so I soaked it in hot water, washing up liquid, soda crystals, and Dettol cleaner.
The ingredients formed layers in the tub that looked rather artistic.
I put the lid on and shook them all up to mix the concoction up. As I took off the screw-on cap, the stuff squirted out all over the floor and the three-tier trolley where I had stored the stuff I’d taken out of the cupboard so the workman can get access to the holes in the wall easier when the Nottingham City Homes Repair Man takes off the cupboard, to hopefully block the hole in the outside wall tomorrow.
So I had to clean everything up, and in doing so, I clouted my head on the storage heater getting down to gain access to the shelves on the trolley.
Hey-ho!
Got it all sorted eventually, by which time the nosh had burnt a bit.
Then I had to clean the saucepan and lid and the nosh got cold in the meantime!
Humph!
The baked seasoned beans and steak slice tasted surprisingly good.
Rated this one an 8.9/10.
I watched some New Tricks episodes on the DVD.
Had an involuntary emission of the wind from the rear quarters, went to the bathroom and found the bleeding had started from the haemorrhoids and Little Inchy, lost a fair amount of blood.porcelain
I must remember after the bath in the morning, to treat both departments, before the arrival of the NCH repair man.
0310 hrs: I stirred into wakefulness and sat there, firstly trying to remember the dreams I’d had, again of me being lost in a deserted factory, then the jejunity of my existence started to rack my uneducated brain. I began questioning andpessundated my worth.
I farted, smelt it, sneezed and made a cup of tea, to take my medications with. Came across last nights untaken medication pot, swore at myself for being daft enough to miss taking them and took a Warfarin tablet to take along with the morning medications. Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day then? Tsk!
To the bathroom, the haemorrhoids were bleeding badly this morning but Little Inchy was not at all.
0455hrs: Got the rest of the laundry ready, dressing gowns, towels and few socks, undies and a shirt, along with the capsules, powder, softener and fresher pearls, and change then made my way down to the laundry room.
One of the lifts was out-of-action.
I got the washing machine going on economy-quick mode and sat in the lobby reading my Sniper book. Surprisingly two tenants passed through and out of the building, I didn’t know either of them, and neither responded to my spoken ‘Good Morning.’
The weather was a bit frosty when I had a look out of the front doors. But it soon changed to bright sunshine.
When the cycle had completed, I moved the washing into the dryer, got it going, then returned to the flat to update this.
Went down an hour or so later and got the washing out of the dryer, all okay.
Back up to the apartment again, the one working lift was shuddering uncomfortable a bit.
Got in, WC’d made a strong cuppa and onto Coreldraw and Corelpaint.
Then I had a marathon session doing some graphicalisations for the TFZ site. In fact. I spent over five hours doing them, and I’m only perhaps two-thirds of the way through them now.
I got the dinner cooking away and checked if anything was worth watching on the goggle-box. So good stuff on later.
Checked the TV magazine and watched a Black Adder episode while checking on the fodder cooking.
Leg of lamb chop, mash with cheese granules, garden peas, beetroot and roast parsnips and carrots, followed by a rather sweet vanilla dessert with Cornish clotted cream. Went down nicely.
Rated this one as 9.35/10.
Read the classic car newspaper.
On each visit to the throne, the haemorrhoids were bleeding, Huh! But all the other ailments were being kind to me. (Now I shouldn’t have said that yer know. Hehe!)
Remembered about tomorrow’s INR test. So I put the Anticoagulation card in my jacket pocket while I thought of it.
Watched some TV, but as tired as I was, struggled to get to kip.
On this day in 1949, Inchcock was thrown into the Nottingham Canal
0400hrs: I woke, involuntarily passed the wind, felt the warm blood trickling down in my lower regions area and sat for ages thinking of the frustrating and nerve rattling dream I had just had: I kept getting onto giant sea ships and inside each one was a different place where I had worked in reality. Pork Farms, where I could not take the temperatures in the fridges. Security, where the chap who stabbed me in 1971 was somehow having lunch with Margaret Thatcher and George Osborne? There were many ships and places, but these I could remember well.
Then I was back on the roofs of buildings being chased and chasing others. This time, I kept falling off the roofs or cliffs without injury? Weird!
I made my way to the bathroom and cleaned up the leaking areas. Got the kettle on, made a brew and took the medications.
I was feeling discombobulated, distracted somehow. The mind was off on a course of its own for a while.
Got the laptop on and did some graphicalisationing. Then finished the diary for Friday and started this one.
Assembled the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and Olive. Had a good soak in the bath and did the ablutions.
Called at Olive’s on the way out and gave her some nibbles and we had a chat. She showed me her Slow Cooker and how it worked. At least, we had one thing in common, we both had the same limp as we wobbled about, as she humorously pointed out and we both managed a laugh about. I gave her my telephone number, just in case she needed any help at any time.
I departed and caught the L8 but into Sherwood, having another chat with a tenant on the way.
Got into Sherwood and dropped the donations off at the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
Went to Wilko next, but they did not have cookers in. So I can go to the one in Arnold after the INR blood test on Monday?
Walked over to the Sue Ryder Charity Shop and asked if they had any brown ottomans in so s to replace the one I fell on and broke. They hadn’t, but took my number to ring me if they get any in later.
I hobbled around the shops window shopping and then made my way up Winchester Street hill, back to the flats.
The sky looked beautiful as I limped up the hill.
The legs and knees were doing alright, but the feet were tender, I put this down to the new shoes?
Got in and readied the laundry things then went down and read me Sniper book as I waited for the togs to be washed.
When they were done I got the dryer going, the clothes were very damp again when I took them out of the washer, so I might need to give them an extra dry later. Tsk!
I nipped back up to the flat and updated this while having a cup of tea.
Made some roast sweet potatoes, roast parsnips, and carrots, pickled onions, beetroot and had them with a pot of pulled pork paste sandwiches. A dessert to follow.
I didn’t get the roasting of the carrots or parsnips quite right today, some of the carrots were underdone. Huh!
Still, overall a 7.8/10.
The fatigue came earlier today.
I settle don to watch a DVD, nodded off and three hours later I awoke and tried to watch some TV, in between some mini falling asleep sessions of a few minutes each time.B
Well, it had not been a Whoopsiedangleplop day, Little Inchy had not bled, and I was tickled pink to have a gossip with Olive.B
Shame about my dropping the card-reader on the floor and it not now working, though. Another expense to replace it coming up. Tsk!
