Bank Holiday Monday 28 March 2016
Boy, what a sensational dream filled night that was! I seemed to have slept and dreamt the whole way through for seven hours. I cannot recall getting seven hours kip in one night for years. I felt it was all one dream too, not the usual mish-mash of bits.
I got out of my broken 1959 imitation brown leather armchair, scribbled some note of memories of the dream, put the kettle on, visited the porcelain (hard work and painful visit) then took the medications with the cuppa.
Straight onto the laptop and started to get this diary started and record the fantastic yet zany dream. I made a graphic to show in support of my poorly chosen words. While creating this, I decided to make a post out of the dream memories.
The backdrop: I was being sat down at a desk in a chair in a room with no doors other than a lift door, sat across from someone I knew, who gave me an answer to a question, then I got in the lift to the next identical room up, and this process seemed to go on all night.
I set about creating the post with the aid of my notes, it took me a few hours to get it all sorted and posted off.
The weather had turned rather rainy, to say the least. I hoped it would knock some of the dirt from the outside of the kitchen window; then I might be able (If the rain stops long enough) to get them cleaned easier.
I had a bit of luck then and found the plastic strainer I lost a few days ago.
I remembered as soon as I reached up to get the Microfibre cloth and noticed it up on top of the cupboard, where I must have left it after cleaning it and leaving it there to drain over the kitchen sink.
Never thought I’d find that after many failed searches over the last week. Huh!
No buses again today, and the rain isn’t encouraging me to get out and about. And I must get a super scrub and soak in the bath today! I’m in need of it, I just rubbed my chin and nearly cut my fingers on the stubble too!C
I had hoped to get to Asda (Walmart) soon, to get some photographs printed so I could send them off to Brother Pete in Hong Kong. Don’t know about buses for tomorrow, nor if Asda will be open then, it being Bank Holiday Monday? I’ll have a search on Google, hang on a bit, please.
Ah, Asda is open, now I’ll see about the buses for Monday.
No Doctors Surgery, cause I’ve got my appointment for the INR blood test on Tuesday this week.
Shame, no L9 buses again on Monday. Tsk!
I’ll do some FaceBooking now I think. After a while, I got involved in searching for and transferring photographs to save to a folder so they would be easy to find later, for getting them printing for Duncan, BJ and the tenants at the Social hour. Very complicated searching through so many files and SHD cards. In the middle of doing this, my old mate Trevor got in touch on messenger. So glad to hear from him, but what a time for him to call. Hehe! When we were communicating the Fire Alarm went off and I had to leave it. No fire noticed, but no brigade attended either. I wondered if it was another alarm that I didn’t know about? Walked through the flats but no one in sight, and no one outside?
Back to the photo-sorting. But it took hours longer to get sorted, as I had lost where I was and had to start doing it from scratch again to avoid missing any or duplicating. Humph!
The rain stopped suddenly, and the winds got up – howling through the vents and holes in the wall.
I got the lamb shank in the saucepan and simmering away, and warmed the oven up ready for the chips to go in. Put the peas in the small saucepan to warm through later.
The fodder came out alright.
Rated this one at 9.35/10. A bit of a hiatus when cleaning up the pots like though. Dropped the dish and made a right mess! Humph!
Then did my ablutions and bath, much needed I might add. Felt better.
Smelling perfumed and clean, I settled to watch some TV. There seemed a lot of programmes on tonight that I wanted to watch, all at the same time. Kept changing my mind and the channels.
Realised that not only was I nodding off frequently and missing the plots but it was now 0230hrs!
As I turned off the TV, I could not remember the times of tomorrow’s Medicalisational things, so I put on the laptop and checked on the Google calendar and found; Morrisons delivery 0730>0830, Clinic 0930hrs and INR blood tests 1035hrs. I made sure I put the Anticoagulation Record in my pocket so as not to forget to take it with me. I must remember to tell the nurse about the new bruises near the reflux valve too.
Must have nodded off around 0300hrs.
Jumped awake at 0335hrs! Humph and Tut!
Woke around 0520hrs, but it was really 0530hrs. No medical hiatus’s prevented me from hobbling around and resetting the clocks. In fact, I was physically in good shape, even ‘Little Inchy’ has stopped his bleeding.
Went to put the kettle on again, and had to clear up three or four dead meat-flies on the window ledge?
And not anyone animal could be seen anywhere.
I did a graphic of Caroline, Frankie, Lynton, and Shuttlecock for a bit of fun.
Got the fodder going.
Actually got up at 2355hrs, totally convinced it was around 0500hrs?
To the WC, the clock now telling me it was coming up to 0500hrs now.
The forecasted wind and rain had not arrived yet.
I had a look on Google to see the weeks Rain and Wind forecast.
Up to the top of the hill opposite the flats and right down to Mansfield Road, out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, over the hill into Sherwood and down to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
Back up the hill and down to the park, up the path and right down the steep hilly gravel track to the flats.
The carpet men arrived at 0930hrs, three of them. But there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then.
They demanded their money and were off in a flash – too quick for my liking as I hadn’t the time to check on what they had done.
Of course, the Untied Carpet people were not interested at all.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications, made a brew and took them.
Got the things ready and had a bath and scrub-up. Drying off, I spotted some bruises on the rib-cage.
Moved up to Asda and went to the photograph section. Started going through the process on the copier machine, but an assistant had to come to clarify things for me. I still managed to get them with borders on and in a larger size than I wanted. Humph! Still all 14 cost only £5.60. I paid the lady, got my receipt and did some shopping – spending far too much again! Grumph!
It was not very warm it, though, despite the glorious looking sunshine and almost free of clouds sky.
seating on it.
It was the lady who was giving me the threatening dagger looks at the Social Hour yesterday as I took the photographs.
about the coming gales and heavy rain.
On the way, I took a photographicalisation of some terrace houses on the Main Road in Arnold, through the bus window.
Now there’s a sad thing: The last deep mine in the UK has recently closed!
Finished off and posted Thursdays Inchcock Today off.
I got up, WC’d, made a cup of tea and took the medications.
Back down and out to the Community Hut.A good few folks there already, mind you, I a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.
Asda (Walmart; I didn’t hand the ones out that Asda had cut the heads off of!) And realised I’d left them in the flat Tsk!
Back to the Community Hut and handed them out.
Nottingham Arena last week, was still in good form, though. A very sharp Senior Citizen lady.
Down with it to the room, and noticed Lily was in the foyer, and she asked if I had any nibbles for her.
Eventually, I emptied the dryer, cleaned the filter and had a wipe around.
I got in the flat and then noticed a letter stuck in the box. It was another Anticoagulation Record Notification.
and the INR Warfarin Blood Tests? Wednesday I don’t expect to be in any condition for travelling; It’s the dentist for me. Two fillings and two root canal jobs. (Whatever that is?)
No dizzies for a few hours now. That’s good.
Feeling terrible this morning, dizzies, due to the thin blood I think, no life, zest or interest much. Worried about the house sale not going on and feeling sorry for myself I’m afraid to say. The faffing about having to have daily INR blood tests don’t help.
I was soon at the Queens Medical Centre.
I checked the time when I arrived, dropping off at theVictoria Centre shopping mall. I had about 45 minutes before the next L9 bus was due. So I walked into the mall and got some Wholemeal Irish soda bread and a TV paper for next week from Tesco.
As I passed the jewellery store, I noticed they had now got a window at he bottom, dedicated to used items.
I walked as fast I could, well, hobbled and limped more like. Hehe! As I walked through the walk over above Upper Parliament Street, I took a quick photo of the traffic and shoplifters below… oh sorry, I meant pedestrians below.
I ate lambs leg chop and tomatoes, soaking up the juices with the wholemeal Irish Soda Bread.
The author is a male widower, with a bald head, walking stick, is overweight, 5’2″ tall, bespectacled, hearing aid wearing, boils, piles, is an arthritis sufferer, had a heart valve replacement, skin cancer, has angina pectoris, aortic aneurysm, folic acid deficiency, bladder cancer, duodenal ulcer, a sticking reflux valve, has cramps, a bleeding lesion on his miniature Inchy, taking 24 medications a day, is suffering, with partial massive memory losses, falls asleep on buses and misses his stops, has water retention in the legs, suffers perpetually between diarrhoea and constipation, has nightmares, there are no relatives to help him in his daily tasks or Whoopsiedangleplops, had no education and is very nearly a virgin, but he doesn’t like to complain like.
The direction that you will find the draughts coming in through the wall, via the cupboards and drawers.
After many Whoopsiedangleplops and failed calls for assistance, you should get it looking something like this on the left.
You will put down a dustsheet and bring in the corner display you bought in 1968, and proudly attempt to refurbish and polish it up to use in the living room. During this five-day effort, you will get tired and a bit fed-up with having to walk around it as it dries in the middle of the floor after several disappointing attempts at getting the blotches covered and polish it. it
Late in the day, and you are getting weary. So decide to have a nice bath.
cupboard that does not work at all and the assembly can be used for storing your cleaning paraphernalia.
The man comes, nice sort of bloke, he sets to assessing the situation.
Soon the dust and wood shavings had left lovely patterns on everything in the kitchen.
Well well, I thought.
“Yes, I can manage that easily.”
The draughts were exactly like they were before!
Then set off down the hill into Sherwood, and up the gradual incline, over the top and down into Carrington.
We came across pavement works, and as I was near the front of the bus, I took a photo of them.
I put the fodder away.
I seem to be low on Warfarin for some reason, enough for the month, but only if they do not have to increase the dosage when they get the results of today’s INR blood level tests.
play.
The BBQ sausages arrived – had some with baked beans with IRsih Batch bread for dinner!