THE ESCAPE – THE FAILURE – THE FRUSTRATION
CONTINUED…
I went down to the hair salon and got my feet done.
After briefly calling on Warden Deana, I made my way back up to the flat. En route, I decided I could get a lot done if I could escape down to Sherwood.
Food from the Ozam shop. Batteries & Anti-diarrhoea tablets from Wilko. A watch battery from the cobblers on Haydn Road, Get a flu jab arranged at a chemist. Call on the opticians to book an appointment to get an eye test & new spectacles… Oh, Yes! This, I determined would be a productive hobble…
Of course, I should have known better.
I went up into the flat and was well-pleased with myself for remembering to take the Kodak with me. 
Again, my emotions were deluding, hornswoggling me.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats…
I realised that I had left the SD card for the Kodak, on the computer! Grrr! 
.
Not enough time to get up to the flat to pick up the SD card, and back in time for the bus. Which was due in 8 minutes.
I’ll have to buy one in Sherwood.
Dropped, literally, off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street. Two passers-by kindly untangled me from the
, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of 
, and they got me back on my plates-of-meat.
This was a bad start… but things got worse later!
I hobbled along to the Ozam store first. Feeling a smidge nervous, now, and a few blasts from 
didn’t help.
It was a struggle to get around the store with the , and I ended up getting stuck at the end of an aisle, too narrow to push the trolley through, so ended up trying to lift it over the things in the aisle… An unhappy-with-me assistant came and lifted it for me. I paid my dues, and set off to the Cobblers on Haydn Road, to get the watch battery.
All of the pavements were uneven, wheel trap potholes, or had cracked tiles. Now I was even more nervous; took my time as seeing the cracks in advance, was not easy with my eyesight.
The Cobbler chap soon sorted me out… Well, as soon as he’d spent ten minutes talking to his mate.
Then I went into a shop to buy another SD card so I could take some photographs. The chap was a smidge superior speaking to me at first, but when I apologised for the shaking telling him it was due to , he said his brother had it as well and seemed to change tack with me; he was so friendly and helpful! I asked if I could take a photo to make sure it works on the Kodak. I took a snap of the chap! It worked!
Paid and departed, crossed the road, not a mean feat with he Sherwood madmen drivers on Mansfield Road I can tell Ayer!.
Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop.
Up the hill some more, and into the Opticians.
Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday.
The kind lady told me to see if any of the frames on the old glasses were okay and bring it with me, to have the lenses fitted to it on the new prescription. Good timing I thought, 09:40hrs, I can catch the 0932hrs 40 bus down, hopefully getting up to the opticians in time. But, of course, this is me we are reading about, innit? I realised I’d got the Iceland order coming on Tuesday, twix 8;00>20:00hrs, after leaving the shop. All is not lost though! It is Friday lunchtime now, and I managed to change the Iceland order to Wednesday…
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them!
Great, I’d just walked agonisingly to and from yards away from the All Night Chemist, then the length of Sherwood back up to what was Lloyds Chemist, not I have to all the way back to the other end, the returned to the middle to get a bus up Winchester Street, home, hopefully!
Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
THE ALL-NIGHT PHARMACY VISIT
I hobbled into the shop… the pavements were even worse at that end of the road. I nearly had the 3-Wheeled-Walker over a couple of times getting there, and had to get back afterwards!
I asked about my booking a flu jab, and a dagger-staring look of incredulity back… “We do not do flu jabs until September!” I actually apologised for asking!
Then inquired if they sell the anti-diarrhorea capsules.
12 capsules for £4.44. No wonder Asda have run out of there’s,
They are 6 for £1.09. Same ingredients.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route.
I eventually got to Winchester Street and started walking up to the bus stop. Remembering that I had a watch that worked on now. 
It had gone 18:00hrs! Blimey the time had blown!
But the thought that I would soon be back in my padded cell and get something to eat spurred me to the bus stop!
According to the sign display, the next bus was due to arrive in 22 minutes. BUT! It was a 40X! Which do not go to the flats.
I started the long uphill trek up Winchester Street Hill.
I needed the exercise I suppose.
Finally, all weary and dodgy on the feet, Winwood Heights came into view! It dawned on me that I was lucky to live here… avoiding going into a home is my plan. I know it will have to come as things worsen mentally and physically. But not yet!
I took this photo of the wildflowers on Citrus Grove as I neared the Winchester Court entrance. Bootiful!
Crossed over the road and passed the bus shelter to the main entrance swipe doors…
I hadn’t noticed when I left the flats earlier in the day, that the window had been broken. I knocked on the Meridian Carers door to tell them I was back. No reply. Cause maybe I didn’t knock hard enough? Nobody about that I knew. I went through into the Winwood Heights lobby.
Through the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At last, back in the flat.
Emptied the 
pouch.
Got the receipts, purchases and food put away. And hastened to make a much-merited meal. Using the smoked cooked belly pork from the Ozam store on Milk Roll Bread, with huge chunks of the not-butter butter, which I adore the flavour of!
Put some pickle on the bread, and the none-meat pies that I’d halved, and served it up!
Tomatoes and pickled beetroot too!
Meal of the week!
Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!
I made up the route maps I used in the morning to go on here. This is the second one, with the routes walking taken.
Carer Chris appeared. No more eye drops for me. That is until we get clarification. Chris attached the night bag to
day pouch.
After eating well, I took this one photo of the evening…
Superb Nature at its finest!
Cheers!
A humdinger of a view! – Press Here! Hehe!
Beautiful!
Can you see anything in there?
Lumix efforts.
See the arms and legs? I can’t now, Humph!
You must see the ghost? Har-har!
Now you really must?
Marble clouds?
Like the surface of the moon?
Lumix shot, see the black spot?
My imagination goes on the rampage for these two!
Sunset finishing
Next night
Oil painting-like?
Afternoon twinkling?
Peaceful!
Layered sky.
Sun going down…
Star Trek clip?
Yesterdays ghost. Taken through
🎶 Ghost riders in the Sky
The face of the year so far… See him?
Moon surface?
Last week I think. Star Wars? No… erm…
Well, I think I have.
Please let me know if anyone can see what I do in this
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Bit of blood in the overnight Catheter pouch.
Caught a seagull launching off of a lamplight.
Arrived. He was tired out and frustrated with
being different each me they got a fresh supply
Down in the elevator, along the link passage through.
Started what turned out to be a bad idea.
Every step was agony. Due to the darned
. I could feel it bleeding, and it
I eventually got over the crest of the hill. I had
Within 10 seconds of my arrival at the surgery, Doctor Vindla came to fetch me into the consulting room. 
.
know that” Thank you.
?
interfering with my memory again?
.
Up to the bus stop. Caught the bus.
Went into Winchester Court and through the link passage into Winwood Court. Not many folks around?
To let them know I was back in situ.
The tiny pouch 
really was at bursting point.
But forgot to go in to check if any painkillers may have been sent electronically from the Doctor to the chemist. But I expect it had not been sent, anyway. I wonder if the Doctors get a bonus for everyone they get to join the DO NOT RESUSCITATE brigade? Hehehe!
Mayhap if they can save on not resuscitating… 
Very nice.
Arrived. Sorry I just can’t remember who it was.
Must have been a reason, I suppose?
to the 
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All night long, wee-weeing, most often with less than a minute in between! Every one painful, but barely a trickle came out: Compared to yesterday evening and this morning, were poles apart, 
I took the extra clothing off and replaced it with other heavy-duty gear.
not to mention 
, 
, 
I’d better not forget, 
and the potentially lethal killer; 
. 
they can have me over in a flash if I bang them in a 
. Even the 
can cause problems when I start to panic, rushing back inside to check if the lights, taps or the stove has been left on.
arrived. Checked the taps for me; not many of them do that.
Mud Slide in Car Park.
Long story, but I’m. struggling to type.
were bleeding, another problem arose. The need most necessitous need for the 
, this became crucially obvious. 
I’ve no idea how I held things back in rush to get there on time, but I did! 
and I believe warranted in this case. Although as I sat there as the evacuated produce squelched its own way out, I became aware of a pain in the left foot 
, and I assumed I must have stubbed it en route, but in my panicky haste to get to the Throne, hadn’t realised it. No extraordinary pong or bleeding either, and also, there was no input needed from me. Why I almost enjoyed it! 
I got 
and my thoughts got me feeling 
again.
Many hours later, still, I was still updating the Friday burlesque happenings when the landline rang. 
It was lower as well! Close to the Amber Zone, no less! Only just in the Hypertension Red-1! 
And in came 
Dearie me, 
Then I whiffed a smell of burning… 
the food in the oven!!!
I was deep in the Land-of-Nod; 
price, as they started to trickle out warm blood into the Protection Pants. I was well pleased I had them on!
, 
later on.
It was the Asda food order that had arrived.
Five substitutions; one was sent back, Chicken sauce for BBQ?
interesting; they have a long date on them, so I’ll eat the vegan lemon yoghourts first.
that I’ll not like it?
I took a close-up view of the car park. Three vehicles, one parked perfectly and two not so perfectly. Hehe!
Then, my bugbear, as it is to thousands of other idiots who unknowingly joined Virgin Media: Before Liberty-Global, led by the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, blurring of facts & figures, hocus-pocus, nod & a wink, mumbo-jumbo, misleading $23.6m a year, plus bonuses and an expense account salaried Mike Fries bought-out Virgin Media. And has done such a clinically-perfect job of destroying the previously good reputation of the company by proving does not have the know-how or qualities to get a signal to Nottingham for a whole day! In fact, LIBERTY-Global Virgin Media goes down diurnally! Today three times, for a total of approximately four & a half hours! Sad, pathetic! But of course, I believe there is a larger reason for this miserable performance. Chicanery, double-speaking and thaumaturgy-practising financial manipulators such as Fries is bound to have another plan that will make even more money for Liberty-Global. That is, if Virgin Media last long enough. Or maybe that’s part of his underhand scheme and design for them to go bankrupt? 
I’d nodded off! 
had a natter and laugh about nothing and everything. I insisted on nibble giving, in thanks. Sinead took the waste bags with her when she left. I do appreciate a few minutes to chinwag and laugh with the carers, you know. But I can do I not
decent snap of the evening view.
① 
!
⑧ 
As I checked the kitchen to make sure the taps and oven were not left on, the sink and floor had been cleaned up, and the window was shut too!
was showing no signs of allowing me to nod off! 
. I suppose because of the calamity with the meal, I had no option but to respond each time by worrying about things like, ‘Did I check the wet room sink?’
Around about 07:30hrs, 
whiles? I then realised it was morning and not evening. (I’m quick sometimes, you know!) I worked out that whoever the Carer was had not come in – so I had not unlocked the door. (After a minute or so of Sherlockian investigating) The rude awakening and the confused mind left me in a fantod state of mind
who was there. 
to whatever happened as I was walking Richard to the door. Life, understanding and acknowledgement of the things around me returned began to return to me. No recollection of taking the medications, but I just know that I was waffling on to poor Richard and losing what I was saying seconds later. But by then, I’d be on another subject, and I wanted to keep on that before I lost track of that topic. I think…
Off to the kitchen to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea. T
knee with a good dose and rubbed in plenty of the Phorpain Gel.
. 
I decided I’d do it straight away, as I 
knew where the last packet of descaling powder was, in the old cutlery drawer! But no!
Kicked off and got a reply post-haste. I’ve got this returning his bangs to a tee using the Wooden Walter stick! He did many knockings late on, but they were barely discernable. Thanks, Herbert! 
I got an email from Asda telling me there were some lines (6) unavailable, and some substitutes had been made. A link to amend the order was pressed. I proceeded to get myself into the right mess. I could not find a way to cancel the substitutions.
When I made the mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, I thought I could see things floating about in the kettle? Oh, 
.
Then, the chips were in the oven with the smoked BBQ rice and the peas left in the saucepan. I’m feeling hungry for the first time in a while this Monday night.
Got the belated checks done.
A genuinely worthy, tasty meal that deserved a Flavour-Rating of 9.4/10!
Washed, changed and settled in search of some rest and peace in the arms of 
But, No! 
first after all. 
After a while, I went to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea… but ended up making a mug of Co-op 99. I know this is not earth-shattering, but it’s indicative of my state of mind this morning.
needed to be done.
04:00hrs: I woke after another practically sleepless night. Vague of mind, but the sudden need of the overused 
I didn’t have a shower, it was a little early, and I didn’t want to disturb my neighbours. I stripped off (Such a horrendous sight), that’s why I only have a shaving mirror in the flat. I was tending to, washing and medicationing my unused department to get the pain over with first
! Head slowly shakes swankily! Admittedly it was still as painful as using her and getting fingers trapped or scratches in the legs, but 
still, I was rather proud.
was not better. Of course, they will not get less painful until I get the seen to? 
I got perfumed, after-shaved and dressed. 
.
Off to the kitchenette, put the kettle on, and took these two rather well-taken shots of the view from the kitchen window. 
I used the Lumix set to the SCN Night view mode.
I emptied all the waste bags into the large one in the kitchen, then refilled a caddy with some. Thompson’s Signature tea bags. I tore up the carton and put it into the new black bag.
.
Got some nosh cooking. 
me. Overall taste-rating: 6.5/10. 
… which hurt! Retrieved the remote, and got the DVD with a Sherlock Holmes disc, turned it on, and got down into the recliner once again… started the DVD playing with the sub-titles chosen… 
Started earlier with his clumping and tapping. ON and off all say. (As of 13:30hrs)
I took this snap from the kitchen window.
Grated Leicester cheese, potato Rosti, fresh leeks and spuds, and another bag of just leeks. Then:
Naughty mini-packets of Jacobs Leicester Cheese and BBQ flavour.
Bearing two boxes of goodies.
The bacon-flavoured bits. To go in the rice of chilis.
A mug of tea, and I got something to eat. Just as 
But things turned out great. I must remember this next time I get some of these spuds from Asda. Give them 40-minutes to cook, not the recommended 35-minutes on the label. 
Arrived, the poor gal was in pain in both of her thighs. Sam’s Doctor told her to take Paracetamols
22:00hrs: The unloquacious, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, snobby, toploftical, smug, stuck-up, bloody-noisy neighbour in the flat above started banging about again! After four of his bangs were replied with Wooden Wally Walking-Stick